Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 492: Invasion through reproduction and defecation!

Just a group fight...

La!
"Protest, I want to protest! This is murder, murder!" The Korean man had a big bump on his head and one of his front teeth was missing. He covered his mouth and his glasses were broken.

The Japanese next to him gasped and covered his hands...

The little finger was broken.

When he was pulled away, he was still staring with fiery eyes, like a hyena, staring viciously at the Mexican's throat.

As an East Asian country, he felt insulted.

Rather…

Although Joachim Ribbentrop and others were also injured, they were in high spirits. Isn't it just a fight?

beat!
He spat, and looked at the Americans who were covering their faces, one by one, "I tell you, Arturo DeSena must die! Even Jesus can't stop him. I say, no one can commit a crime in Mexico and then wash it away!"

"Drug dealers should have their necks twisted off and stuffed into their anuses!"

"If any of you..."

Joachim Ribbentrop pointed his finger at them unceremoniously, "Whoever helps Arturo De Sena will be killed!"

"let's go."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with his men, leaving behind a pile of chicken feathers.

"Outrageous, too outrageous, Mr. Secretary-General, the United Nations does not need such an arrogant and domineering country. I demand that he be put under military control..." The Korean guy hadn't finished his words.

He was interrupted by the American representative, "Shut up!"

What else do you want?
Do you want to mobilize the United Nations to impose military sanctions?

Do you think I, your godfather, am living too comfortably?

Dongda couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene...

Instantly everyone looked at him.

"Excuse me, I just thought of something funny."

You don't mean to apologize at all!
The "useless trio" of Americans, Koreans, and Japanese stared at him with dissatisfaction.

The representative from the University of Tokyo looked at him calmly, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Boutros-Ghali was so overwhelmed that he banged the hammer and said, "The meeting is adjourned. It will be postponed to tomorrow."

Mexicans are so disrespectful!

Deputy Arthur Zimmerman licked his lips as he was punched in the side of his face. "The Jap's fists are like those of a whore. They have no power at all."

"Those who dance happily die early. We should teach them a lesson."

If Takagi Masao’s wife could be beaten to death in broad daylight, what would it matter if Japan’s prime minister died?
It pissed off Mexico...

Do you think the general is a good person?

As soon as they got into the car, Joachim Ribbentrop picked up the phone and called Victor.

Victor over there is in a meeting.

A conference on "new immigrants".

Casare is holding up data, "Since the days of old Mexico, immigrants from all over the world have been entering Mexico, with the largest number coming from Africa, with a population of about 132 million, of which only 3000 entered with formal procedures."

"The second largest group is Asia, with about 40 people, most of whom are Korean, followed by Chinese."

"Most of these people wanted to enter the United States through Mexico, but because of the deterioration of US-Mexico relations and strict border management, many people were stranded."

"It has caused a lot of public security and religious problems, including..."

Jingle bell bell~
The phone rang, and the ministers who were in the meeting looked at a young man sitting in the back. The voice came from the other person's briefcase. He was in a hurry and took out a white mobile phone.

"General."

He said as he ran over to Victor.

"Sorry, wait a moment."

This phone doesn't ring often unless there is an emergency.

Victor picked up the phone and heard the other party hurriedly say, "General, this is Joachim Ribbentrop. I'm in a meeting at the United Nations today. I want to report to you that we have had a fight with the representatives of the United States, South Korea, and Japan."

"Oh?"

Emperor Wei raised his eyebrows, "Did you win?"

Joachim Ribbentrop on the opposite side grinned when he heard this. The boss is indeed the boss. He never asks about right or wrong, but only about the result. "If we win, I will knock out a tooth of the Japanese."

"That's good, let them fight. If they are not convinced, let them fight back."

fight?

All the ministers present pricked up their ears.

This is something you need to listen to.

"What exactly is it?"

Joachim Ribbentrop told the story of Arturo Desena without any exaggeration.

"No matter who he is, he is a drug dealer and has been a drug dealer all his life. Haiti? They have wanted to deal with him for a long time. Do we still lack a reason? Just find an excuse and say that the gangs and drug dealers over there miss Jesus."

???

I miss your wind blowing to heaven?
Joachim Ribbentrop thought for a moment, “So should we prepare for military action?”

"No need for now..."

"Mexico has entered the stage of overall liberation. Once everything is resolved, we can solve the Haiti problem!"

"Okay, I'll report back to you if there's any problem."

Victor responded, pressed the phone, and looked at Jeff Bennett who was sitting in the distance, "Arturo DeSena went to Haiti, launched an armed coup, and became president. Didn't you know?"

! ! ! !
The director of Mexico's counterintelligence agency stared, a little confused.

"Go down and ask what's going on." Victor said with a frown.

The other party nodded and ran out.

Of course there will be problems in intelligence work. This is very common. After all, people are not gods and they all make mistakes. But if we don’t even know that Arturo De Sena went to Haiti and successfully rebelled, then we are just eating for free!

Although Jeff Bennett thought the general was being light-hearted, the calmer he was, the angrier he became.

"Call the heads of several departments here, especially Giacomo Casanova from the Southern Government. What a waste! What does he eat?"

He said to his subordinates waiting at the door, adding, "Let them run!"

"Yes!"

Inside the office, Victor motioned for Casare to continue.

The other party looked at the data and didn't know where he was talking about...

"The illegal immigration problem has seriously affected our development. I think it needs to be controlled and repatriated, especially since there have been more than 1992 illegal immigration cases per quarter since 7000."

"Four African illegal immigrants recently kidnapped and killed 4 people from two families in Rodmo, Durango, and stole 11 pesos in cash and some jewelry..."

"Chihuahua police destroyed an African gang with 127 members. They resisted and 18 of them were shot dead. The rest were arrested."

Casare gave a series of examples, and the listeners looked solemn.

"There are also Indians. They have swept through many cities in the north at a rapid pace. Some people down there have reported that they often see them defecating on the beach, and even in shopping malls. Their fertility rate has always been very high. About 1 newborns have been born, and the number is still increasing..."

Indian...

It's like a walking maggot.

Others fight for land through force, they fight for land through reproduction and defecation.

Isn’t this too disgusting?

They start giving birth as soon as they get to a place, and Mexican laws are similar to those in the United States to a certain extent. For example, children born in this place naturally carry the nationality of that country.

"Rape is common among Indians..."

"A pig farm in Sonora state called the police and reported that more than 200 sows they raised were raped by Indians, who were caught on the spot." Casare's face turned numb when he talked about this case.

The ministers sitting below looked at each other.

"Rape...a pig?" Propaganda Minister Goebbels was also a little confused when he heard this. He had seen all kinds of people, but this was the first time he had seen such a lewd "person".

Casare was helpless, "In addition to pigs, there are also cows, sheep, and even Mexican monsters."

"Isn't that poisonous?"

"It's also poisonous. Six Indian bodies were found in Chihuahua. They were all bitten in the lower body and died of poison."

When people are speechless, they are really speechless.

"Another point is that African Americans, Indian Americans and other ethnic minorities will form communities and help each other. When the police are patrolling, they will protect each other..."

Victor narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and then he spoke:
"These problems need to be solved. All illegal immigrants should be expelled. There is no need to send them back, as the cost is too high. Just send them to the United States next door. If you are willing to join Mexico, don't..."

"Alfred, remember this."

Alfred Rosenberg, the head of Mexico's civil affairs department, hurriedly opened the notebook.

You have no tact at all. The boss is about to speak, so even if you are drawing a turtle you have to draw it with two strokes.

“First, we don’t want unskilled personnel.”

"Second, we don't want illegal and law-breaking personnel."

"Third, don't let anyone who doesn't follow the rules."

Why doesn't the United States expel illegal immigrants? First of all, capital needs a lot of cheap labor. Americans have always said that their jobs are being taken away by others, but if you ask them to wash dishes and work 16 hours a day, what will they do?
Outsiders, without household registration, dare not run away or make trouble, and are typically easy to exploit.

Some gray industries also need their input.

Secondly, the United States needs someone to promote its own strength. Some idiots will say that the air in the United States is free even if they are eating donuts outside.

But Mexico doesn't need it.

There are many industries waiting to be developed here. There are too many people in the country who need to work. There is no need for others to come.

Apart from some technical scientists, what are the others being brought here for?
Victor doesn't need to capture anyone to sell their kidneys.

"Immigrants must not be allowed to form communities, they must be dispersed, by force if necessary."

"The deadline is four months, then we'll just throw them at the border and let them fend for themselves in the United States."

If other countries, especially Europe and the United States, treated immigrants in this way, internal parties would have quarreled long ago.

But Mexico...

Victor had the final say.

As for quality?
Look at who here has quality?
If he were taken to the International Court of Justice in The Hague, he would be shot dozens of times.

Victor put his hands on the table and looked at them. "Mexico is not an immigrant country, nor does it need immigrants. When society is stable, people will naturally be willing to have children. We can't be like the country next door, where all the people are bastards."

cough cough...

If this word gets out, it would be a bit extreme.

"do you understand?"

"understand!"

Victor's expression relaxed, "James Ryan, please cooperate with me on this matter."

A man with the rank of lieutenant general stood up and saluted.

He is the commander-in-chief of the Mexican National Guard.

"Does anyone have anything to add?"

Victor asked again, looking around, and seeing no one answered, "Okay, then adjourn the meeting."

Just so decisive.

What’s the point of a meeting lasting three or four hours?
A bunch of leaders are talking nonsense.

Once things have happened, find a way to solve them, and then if you can't think about it any further, that's it, isn't it?

Everyone stood up and waited for the general to leave first.

"Casare, if we force the immigrants to go to the United States, I'm afraid it will cause massive protests..." Alfred Rosenberg, the person in charge of the civil affairs department, was a little hesitant.

"Any protest without approval is illegal and will be punished!"

Fatty Ka is still a man with strong martial virtues. After all, he is not the one being beaten.

"They have to choose between a potato as big as a fist and a fist as big as a potato. It doesn't matter. As long as we have the gun in our hands, they can make trouble, but they can't cause any big waves."

That is true...

Have you ever seen a regime with guns, money and people being overthrown?
Soviet Union?

That doesn't count, that's trash.

Kicked out of group chat.

...

Haiti!

Port-au-Prince!
If you want to describe how chaotic and disorderly this place is, it's just one sentence.

"The US military will not come."

There are only gangs and endless crime in the area.

There was once a gangster who thought a community had cursed their children, and so... he massacred the entire community.

It simply expresses disorder to the fullest.

And the symbol of government is in the National Palace.

Armed men can be seen everywhere, holding elite US military M16 series rifles, wearing skull masks, and dressed in neat military uniforms, looking mysterious from head to toe.

The outside world calls them: "Skeleton Army".

It’s Los Zetas.

When Arturo De Sena fled, he first took 200 elite troops with him, and then relied on his abilities in Haiti to find a wealthy man named Martin Campos, an American who mainly did port business.

After finding a way to become a citizen, he continued to divide his troops into smaller units.

Like ants moving house...

Therefore, the Mexican intelligence department did not pay any attention to it. As for what he said internally, he went to Colombia to meet Pablo.

I got here in the blink of an eye.

When the number of troops reached more than 1200, he led his men into the National Palace, killed President Joseph Neret and his wife, and stole the position.

Calling himself president to the outside world.

Of course, many people are not convinced, especially the gangsters in Port-au-Prince. We also want to be president, so why should we let you come?
Then a gunfight broke out.

With the powerful "accompanying" of the "Mexican Northern Army", isn't it just a matter of fighting the gangs for fun for Los Zetas?

If I can’t beat Victor, can I beat you?
Most importantly, Los Zetas has armored vehicles…

The local gangs only had some rifles.

There was an obvious gap in strength, and Arturo De Sena quickly gained a foothold, but his relationship with the local gang was not good either. After all, no one wants to have someone "in the way" above them.

In the President's office.

Arturo de Sena was surrounded by two armed gunmen standing on his left and right. He sat in the presidential seat with his arms crossed, while a Frenchman sat on the chair opposite him.

Why can you see that?
Because the other person looks very sexy.

"You want to cooperate with me?"

"I killed the president you supported!"

Arturo De Sena's voice sounds a little crazy and it seems that he is under a lot of mental stress recently. He might need to take more Melatonin.

"We see a greater energy in you."

The man sitting opposite smiled and said, "As long as you become a French citizen and allow us to use the resources, we will send troops over and declare Haiti under our protection."

"Victor...if he doesn't like me, he will kill me. Are you sure you can arm wrestle him?"

"We will go and talk. I believe we have the face to do so."

This sounds so confident.

Arturo DeSenna began to doubt himself. He frowned, looked at the other person carefully, and said in a deep voice: "I need to think about it."

"No problem, but please let me know as soon as possible."

The other party bowed slightly and left...

Looking at his back, Arturo De Sena looked gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking.

……

(End of this chapter)