Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 505 But what he said is what I want to say!!
Haitian night.

Very beautiful...

Standing next to Port-au-Prince and looking out at the sea in the distance is a unique experience.

only…

The gunfire in the city ruined the beauty!

In the National Palace.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!"

Arturo De Sena got up from the bed angrily with a distorted face. Damn it! The locals had no professional ethics and manners.

Why are you not sleeping late at night and playing with fire?

He aged very quickly.

He came to Haiti thinking he was here to help alleviate poverty and make everyone rich, but the local gangs ignored him. There were gunfights in Los Zetas every day, and Mexican and Cuban warships would visit the door from time to time.

It caused him to suffer from nervous breakdown and he couldn't fall asleep at night even after taking sleeping pills.

dong dong dong.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Arturo DeSena turned his head sharply, "Who!"

"Boss, it's me, Armando (appeared in Chapter 297)."

"Come in."

When the door opened, I saw a burly man walking in. He weighed at least 250 pounds. He was a celebrity.

Nickname: "The Cow!"

It is used to describe his sagging breasts.

He is the second-in-command of the new generation of Jalisco and El Mencho's "good brother". When the other party was caught by Ludwig Beck, he ran faster than anyone else.

Because of this achievement, Baker has now become the commander of a division with tens of thousands of troops under his command.

He originally went to Colombia, but was so (rejected) by Mexico that he came back, and then used his fame to help Arturo De Sena stabilize the situation.

It can be said…

He is a professional at being a traitor.

"what's up?"

Jose Armando looked a little unhappy. "Ye Zhenli announced that the prices of all drugs will be increased by 20% from now on."

Arturo De Sena was stunned, and then he cursed angrily.

He lost the vast land in Mexico, which means he lost his plantations. He can only rely on channels to earn money as a middleman, but the channels in Europe and the United States are still being squeezed by local gangs. The money he earns every day is less than one thirtieth of what he makes in Mexico!

Continue like this…

What do the brothers eat? What do they drink? Most importantly, the prostitutes in Port-au-Prince are really bad. Los Zetas, who rely on money to buy them off, have already had a lot of complaints.

Arturo De Sena was scared. He was afraid that he would be overthrown.

At a time like this, the villain Ye Zhenli is still raising the price!
"Chinese people have no professional ethics at all!"

Arturo De Sena could only say this angrily, and walked back and forth with his hands on his hips, frowning, and his steps were slightly anxious.

Suddenly, he stopped and gritted his teeth, "Promise the French, they want the mines, right? Give them all and let them deposit the money into their account."

Jose Armando took a deep breath, feeling somewhat helpless.

When the other party came to Haiti, he realized that this was chronic suicide. This is just a small island with no roads leading to it. How can it develop?

This is because you drank too much Ganges water!
"You go talk to them, but remember, autonomy..." Before Arturo DeSena could finish his words, there was a loud bang and the ground shook. The two men looked at each other and hurried to the window, only to see in the distance... billowing smoke!
That’s not all. There was another explosion, and the bright light made the night as bright as day.

"That...that seems to be the American ambassador area."

Jose Armando's pupils shrank.

Arturo DeSena was startled. The phone on the table suddenly rang. He rushed over to pick it up. "Hello!"

"Boss, two Mexican warships suddenly opened fire on us. One fell into the French consulate, and one...blew up the American Embassy."

! ! ! !
"Landing on the island! They are preparing to land on the island...!!" the subordinates on the other end suddenly shouted, followed by continuous gunfire and a busy tone on the phone.

Arturo De Sena's mind went blank.

Mexican…

This is going to cost you your life.

run!
"Prepare the plane, go to Colombia, go to the United States..." He was a little flustered and didn't know what he was saying.

Jose Armando grabbed him and said urgently, "Boss, you can't run, you can't run. If we run, we will really have nothing. This is aggression. Yes, Mexico is aggressing, and they bombed the American and French embassies. They have to give an explanation. The situation is not yet bad."

There is some truth in this.

Run, where can you run to?

Arturo De Sena is ranked the 7 of Hearts in Mexico's "Poker Wanted List" with a reward of 2100 million pesos.

You can come and get the money by holding his head.

You will never be asked to provide proof.

"Okay, okay, I'll make a call. I'll call the French right now to condemn this behavior!"

Jose Armando looked at the somewhat panicked Arturo and knew that his spirit had been crushed by Victor.

Hey ~
Damn Victor.

……

The bombardment of Port-au-Prince, Haiti, killed both the American and French ambassadors.

This is no small matter.

They wanted to urgently summon the Mexican ambassador, but then they realized, hey, we don't have diplomatic relations yet.

During the Mexican-American War, Victor withdrew all European and pro-American ambassadors because he was too lazy to listen to their nagging.

There was no other choice but to sue the United Nations.

Sir, he hit us!

This gave Mr. Boutros-Ghali a headache, but he had to hold an emergency meeting the next day.

Joachim Ribbentrop just sat there, with his head half tilted back and his body leaning back, and he heard the Frenchman across from him stand up: "This is war, Secretary General, this is an invasion, he is showing contempt for Paris, and we hold the Mexican side responsible!"

"You're a murderer!" he shouted, pointing at the Mexican.

The American representative sitting next to him was also very angry. Since ancient times, it has been our business to bomb others, but it has never been others' business to bomb us. He glared at them and said, "Joachim, what is Victor going to do? What is Mexico City going to do? Do they want to continue to provoke war?"

The henchmen behind him were also shouting.

"Silence." Boutros Galli knocked on the table and turned to look at Joachim Ribbentrop with a helpless look in his eyes. In the past, the Soviet Union and the United States could quarrel in meetings, but at least they were calm and Mexico was invisible. But now the Soviet Union is dead and Victor is here...

He had to admit that the man had injected a spirit of challenging authority into a lifeless country.

"We can explain, sir."

Joachim Ribbentrop calmly looked at his deputy behind him: Arthur Zimmermann. The other party handed him a small test tube from his briefcase. He picked it up, shook it gently, and looked at Boutros Ghali with a solemn expression, "Sir, our intelligence shows that drug traffickers headed by Arturo DeSenna are trying to create weapons of mass destruction, and these weapons are provided by the French."

Dumbfounded.

"You're talking nonsense! This is slander!" The Frenchman stood up and shouted, slamming the table.

Joachim Ribbentrop certainly knew he was talking nonsense, but how could Haiti allow the French to infiltrate? The Intelligence Agency had long known that the French wanted to join forces with Arturo Desena. No matter what the other party was thinking, whether it was to threaten the United States or to take advantage of the situation, the Mexico-Gu Alliance would definitely not allow it.

That is the first line of defense in "blocking the United States". How could I leave a gap to outsiders?

France is still a "Pure White Banner" country. When it is instigated to rebel, its missiles will be aimed at Cuba and Mexico. This will definitely not be allowed.

Then make an excuse.

Joachim Ribbentrop thought about it all night and decided to go with his deputy: Arthur Zimmermann said, "Whether they believe it or not, we believe it anyway."

Such a dramatic scene happened, and what was inside... was actually laundry detergent.

"We have direct evidence that when the Soviet Union collapsed, a large portion of the raw materials for weapons of mass destruction were transported to Haiti through France. What are you going to do? Are you going to threaten Latin America with force? Do you want to provoke a war in the peaceful Latin American region?!"

Joachim Ribbentrop slammed the table and stood up. "This behavior seriously undermines peace and violates the X-Weapon Proliferation Treaty. We must never allow this to happen."

This was said with such confidence.

Secretary-General Boutros Ghali and many countries have remained silent.

Now you are talking about the treaty. You should know that you have also violated it...

However, this thing itself is just toilet paper. When I don't have it, you can restrict me. When I have it, I will restrict others.

The American representative frowned and looked at the Frenchman next to him with an unfriendly and somewhat suspicious expression.

How?
Are you unhappy that I am your big brother?
Still want to restore the "glory of France"?
But now is not the time for internal strife. He looked at Joachim Ribbentrop and said in a tough tone, "Mexico is not a law enforcer and has no power to decide anything. The United States is very dissatisfied with this hegemonic behavior. Moreover, why did they bomb our embassy? ! ! "

Joachim glanced at him and said, "It was an accidental bombing."

……

There was an uproar.

"Silence, silence!" the Secretary General shouted.

The American was so angry that he laughed, "We are 4 kilometers away from the French Embassy, ​​and you told us that it was an accidental bombing. You are obviously lying!"

Joachim Ribbentrop spread his hands. "Mexicans never lie."

My goodness, you’re not even pretending anymore, are you?

Just think we are easy to bully, woo woo woo...

Heartache, heartache...

Are you such a scoundrel?
The American representative covered his chest and felt he couldn't breathe. What they said were all said by us!
Colleagues nearby came over in a hurry.

"Quick-acting heart-saving pills, do you have any quick-acting heart-saving pills?"

"Doctor! Doctor!"

When the secretary-general saw that something was wrong, the other party's face turned green and he called for a doctor in panic, saying that he couldn't die here.

Deputy Envoy Arthur Zimmermann glanced at Joachim Ribbentrop and quietly gave him a thumbs-up. "But wouldn't this be too much? If Washington is dissatisfied..."

"They have a lot of things they are dissatisfied with, and they get used to it after holding it in for a long time. And, Washington? Who is in charge now? Clinton hasn't appeared for a long time."

Arthur Zimmerman nodded.

"Gentlemen, please listen to me." Joachim clapped his hands again. Seeing everyone looking at him, his face was heavy. "US Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld was shot and killed by Clinton in the White House a week ago. General Victor was deeply shocked when he heard the news. He will hold a memorial service for him the day after tomorrow."

"Secretary of Defense Donald was a respected senior who was committed to peace between our two countries and we will always miss him."

“May he rest in peace in heaven.”

Joachim Ribbentrop "sadly" wiped away tears that did not exist at all. Maybe it was an exaggeration, but politics itself is a show. It may be clumsy, but it cannot be absent.

Just like the bag of laundry detergent he took out just now, although it is easy to find a pretext to accuse someone of a crime, but... it is just an excuse after all, giving the other party a way out.

After he said that, he left with his men.

He left, waving his sleeves, taking away a chorus of voices.

Silence!

Even the Secretary General was so shocked that he was speechless.

"So... who's in charge in Washington?"

Someone suddenly said this, looked around, and swallowed.

"Three presidents in two years, and the fourth defense minister died..."

The eyes of the representatives from European countries flashed, and the eyes of the British were also shining.

Such turbulent times represent a...

Destiny is not in America!
The United States does not have much energy to intervene in the situation in the Middle East, and its own internal situation is on the verge of collapse, so can we... go and have a bite of soup?

This is why Victor had Joachim Ribbentrop speak out publicly.

Rise up and resist...

American hegemony is weak.

The British man looked at Secretary General Jo and left. The rabbit looked at him and left too. Gradually, more and more people came. Everyone realized that America's strength was only superficial.

Secretary-General Boutros Ghali suddenly felt tired as he watched the people gradually leave the venue.

Destroy it...

It’s all fucked up!
The content of this meeting could not be concealed at all. After many people came out, reporters outside also heard the news.

Once they know, it’s only a matter of time before the world knows.

At this time, Victor was comforting Rumsfeld and his group, led by old Donald's younger brother, Fields Rumsfeld!

He contacted the other party immediately. Their family couldn't contact Donald, and they called people they knew, but there was no response. Just when they were panicking, Victor called them and told them that Clinton killed Donald, and he covered everyone's mouth with one hand so they couldn't open their mouths.

For their safety, we hope that their whole family will come to Mexico City.

Fields Rumsfeld had already sensed something was wrong, and was still shocked when he heard the news, but then he decisively brought his entire family here, and will hold a memorial service for Donald here.

US Defense Secretary comes to Mexico to hold memorial service...

Just think about it and there is something to write about.

"How could this happen?!" Belsalia's brother Bramo sat next to her, grabbing his hair and saying sadly.

"Clinton took drugs and changed, but it doesn't matter. He may be dead."

Fields Rumsfeld's hands trembled...

"You should understand their methods better than I do, Fields." Victor looked at him and said.

"They will stop at nothing. The best way may be to burn you all to death. But you are my family. This is one of the reasons why I invited you here. In Mexico City, the CIA will turn into a mosquito. You don't have to worry."

"What about Belsaria? She's still in Germany!" Bramo said nervously.

"My people have already gone to pick her up, don't worry."

Fields Rumsfeld nodded, looked at Victor with a calm expression, and exhaled, "You asked us to come here, there are other things."

Victor smiled and said, it's good to talk to smart people.

He leaned forward, "Do you want revenge?"

……

(End of this chapter)