Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 515: Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species? !

9 month 2 day.

A very ordinary American flight flew from Washington to Mexico City.

A group of people came down from the first class cabin, and from their temperament they looked like extraordinary people.

The leader is Peter Peterson. Maybe many people don’t know this name, but they should know "Blackstone". He is one of the founders and also the former US Secretary of Commerce. Next to him is the founder of Blackrock, Larry.

The purpose of their coming here is that the Jewish leaders hope to reconcile with Victor.

After all, money is earned by everyone together.

More than a dozen "Monterey Marauders" were parked across the airport, their all-black lines looking particularly tough under the sunlight.

This is a brand independently "developed" by Mexico.

As a sweatshop in North America, there were dozens of factories of large automobile companies in Mexico, including Toyota, Renault, General Motors, etc. After the relationship between the two parties broke down, these were "confiscated" by Victor.

Combined with some of the technology he exchanged in Gold Finger, he produced the "Monterey Raider", which was the counterpart to the later "Paramount Raider".

The engine with a torque of up to 1000 Nm gives the Predator brute strength, allowing it to easily face all obstacles and kill them all.

The thick armor can resist the attack of individual rocket launchers (RPG), and the chassis can withstand the damage of a 7 kg TNT equivalent bomb. Even if the bulletproof tires are penetrated by 12.7 mm armor-piercing bullets, the vehicle can still travel safely for at least 50 kilometers.

The Marauder chassis can withstand the force of a 7kg TNT explosion, making it one of the toughest vehicles in the world.

The top speed can reach 120 kilometers per hour!

The military has spent 3600 million pesos to order 360 vehicles, which is a complete clearance sale. Similarly, this car has also been listed as a "government hospitality car", which looks very domineering.

Peter Peterson looked at the rows of "Monterrey Raiders" and was stunned. "It seems that the Mexicans are still very hostile to our arrival."

Larry looked worried and didn't know what to say.

After a group of people walked down the escalator, Casare came up to them with a fake smile on his face and extended his hand, "Welcome everyone~"

"Hello, Mr. Casare, nice to meet you." Peter Peterson smiled and shook hands, and suddenly he felt his scalp tingling. He turned his head and saw a tall and thin man standing beside Casare. His eyes were calm, but there was a ferocity and unkindness in them that made the founder of Blackstone, who was used to seeing big shots, tremble a little.

Made…

Why does it look like a butcher looking at a pheasant?
Casare also noticed that the other party was staring at him, so he stepped aside and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Propaganda Minister Goebbels."

"Hello..." Peter Peterson felt a little timid?
How long have I not encountered this?

"Hello." Goebbels didn't even try to fake a smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

"Okay, please get in the car, we can talk slowly." Casare motioned to the bodyguard to open the car door, and then he got in first without any courtesy.

Peter Peterson and Larry looked at each other. The Mexicans were not very friendly.

But he had no choice but to get in the car and drive towards the National Palace.

Along the way, the consortium representatives looked out of the car window and saw high-rise buildings rising into the sky. There were many people on the streets. When a red light flashed and turned green, they saw the crowd rushing onto the sidewalk like ants. Everyone walked in a hurry, but at the same time, they also had a longing for life.

"What's being built over there?" Larry suddenly asked, pointing at a construction site.

Casare took a look and said, "That place will become the financial center of the Mexico City metropolitan area. We will build 10 buildings over 160 meters high. Bank of China, Bank of Mexico, International Banking Agency of the Organization for the Reform of the Human Progress Convention, Military Bank of Mexico and Bank of Cuba will all have offices here."

“This will become the new landmark of Mexico City.”

“We will also establish the largest exchange in Mexico here.”

Every time Casare said one, Peter Peterson felt a tremor in his heart. What does this mean? It means that Mexico has the ability to complete financial upgrades and financial loans without the intervention of American banks.

The three parties were able to shed blood for each other, and the Chinese market is what the Jewish consortium wants the most. Anyone with vision knows what kind of grand occasion that market will present after the reform and opening up.

The Four Asian Tigers?
Just a few small countries playing around, what's the point? The land and population limit their wealth growth!
"I heard that Mexico has made a lot of investments in Asia?" Larry suddenly asked.

"We will invest about $1100 billion," Casare said. "We are very optimistic about the Asian market and may invest more in the future."

"We have a very good relationship. The financial street project you saw was actually built by them." He adjusted his body and said meaningfully, "Only Cuba and the University of Tokyo are eating this cake now. The Europeans are too proud and don't want to be partners with us. They don't even have the most basic diplomatic etiquette."

Peter Peterson's eyes twinkled, "We are happy to make friends, and we have our sincerity."

"Don't be anxious, Mr. Peter, have lunch first, we have plenty of time to talk in the afternoon." Casare looked at his watch and said with a smile.

"Will General Victor be here?"

"I'm sorry, the general has something to do, so he entrusted Goebbels and me with full responsibility. In principle, he agrees that you can enter the Mexican market, but he also hopes that you can abide by our regulations."

Peter Peterson and Larry looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy.

Of course Victor has something to do, he is not making excuses, he is very angry now.

"Our consulate in Brazil was bombed last night, killing the ambassador, military attaché and 11 staff members. In addition, the bodies of two investigators from the Brazilian branch of the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency (AMD) were hanged on a tree outside the Villa Andrade slum in southern Sao Paulo. They were tortured before their death."

Jeff Bennett, director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency, handed a stack of photos to Victor. He took them and took a look, and his eyes suddenly drooped.

The corpse above was hung on a big tree, naked, with XXX stuffed in its mouth. The blood on its body had coagulated, and one could even see hundreds of densely packed pinholes. In addition, there was also writing in Spanish on its body: Bastard Victor, a warning from the First Command of the Capital!

"These two investigators had just cooperated with the Anti-Drug Agency and the Sao Paulo Police Force to arrest two drug-carrying ships at the port. The ships were carrying 2 tons of Hell 2. There was also a gunfight, killing seven people."

"So this is revenge." Victor asked, looking up.

Jeff Bennett nodded. "The identities of these two investigators are only known to us and some senior officials. I think... we have been betrayed."

"I'm really furious right now, Jeff. Those Brazilian drug dealers knew they were my people, but they dared to do this. What is this? A provocation!"

“What does Brazil say?”

“Under investigation…”

"Fuck it, by the time he finishes his investigation, Jesus will be pregnant." Victor looked at Jeff Bennett, "We need to use our own methods to find out the high-ranking official hiding behind this. We can't let our people die like this."

"I'm missing a layer of human skin in my warehouse. Peel them off for me!"

Jeff Bennett took a deep breath and said, "I know what to do."

If the boss says skinning, then skinning means skinning.

I was just kidding.

The Capital's First Command?
interesting!
……

A mobile station for homeless people on the streets of Washington. It's just a small cart with some food on it.

There were so many people lined up densely that people passing by looked at them with disgust, covering their noses and staying away.

Homeless people are a destabilizing factor!

Trevor Webster lowered his head, emitting a foul smell and dragging his stump, which was injured on the battlefield. He held a bowl in his hand, stretched it out numbly.

"Are you a veteran?" a voice suddenly asked.

Trevor looked up and saw a black man looking at him with his eyes fixed. He nodded, took the food and was about to leave.

"and many more."

The black man stopped him and gave him a ticket. "Here's the address. There's a surprise, buddy. Maybe it will change your destiny."

Trevor Webster frowned and was pushed out of the line by the people behind him. He picked up the ticket, which read: "Neos Veteran Cinema" and the address was written below, which was not far from here.

He wanted to get lost, but for some reason, a voice told him to go there, it could change his life.

He bit the bread and dragged his lame leg towards the address.

He saw that the entrance to the cinema was very small, only able to accommodate one person. There were two people standing at the entrance, looking very alert. When they saw him, their brows relaxed, "Are you here to watch a movie? Where's your ticket?"

Trevor Webster handed it over, and the other party glanced at it and motioned him to go in.

"How do you know I'm a veteran?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Only veterans can make it this far in America," one of them said.

Mudd!

Trevor just became autistic.

He walked in silently. The space inside was not big, but there were already about a hundred people sitting there. They were all in a disheveled state, and most of them were even homeless. Trevor also saw someone holding a dog.

He found a seat and sat down with a bottle of mineral water at hand.

Stare~!

The lights went out.

The movie started playing on the big screen.

Bang bang bang! !

Gunshots suddenly rang out, and Trevor Webster trembled all over, his muscles tensed, as if he was back on the battlefield. His eyes became fierce, and he stared at the screen, his breathing becoming a little rapid.

The aftermath of war.

Many people in the cinema had this reaction.

This is a documentary about an American soldier who was disabled by a bomb in a foreign country and was transferred back to the country. However, due to his disability, he could no longer serve in the army, so he retired and was given 60000 US dollars. Everything was fine up to this point, but when he became disabled, VA (Veterans Affairs) asked him to return the separation allowance, otherwise he would not receive the disability allowance.

!!!

Why is that?
It was stipulated by our ancestors’ legislation.

You can only choose one of the two, but many people don’t know this.

You don't want it? You still have to pay taxes and fines.

As a result of this, the protagonist went bankrupt, his house was taken away by the bank, and he had no choice but to become a homeless person. However, the army also gave him a fine and demanded compensation for losing bullet boxes and artillery shells during the retreat.

But because he had no money, he had to sell blood, and he only earned $6 each time.

Then one time, he fell ill, so he went to the Veterans Affairs Medical Center provided by VA to apply. After waiting for a year, there was still no news. The angry protagonist went to the Affairs Bureau to make a scene, and then... he was arrested and fined $400 for smashing things.

My credit was blacklisted and I lost all my housing and work subsidies.

This is not the end...

The worsening of his illness caused him to die quickly. Before he died, he strangled his dog to death. Looking back on his life, he felt nothing but sadness. After his death, his body was dragged away, and the local government took out his internal organs and sold them to the hospital. The rest of his body was "turned into fertilizer" and broken down into small pieces to continue serving the United States. (A real case!)
At the end of the documentary there is a sentence:

"Why are those high-ranking officials able to stay high above the rest? Are presidents, dignitaries, and even wealthy people born with good fortunes?"

"Are those who are called kings, dukes, generals and ministers born noble?"

"I don't agree!"

"If, if I could, I would rush into the White House and Congress with a rifle and ask those people, how many lives do you have for ignoring us like this!"

"pity…"

“I don’t have any ifs anymore.”

Trevor Webster was shaking all over as he watched it, a ball of anger was burning in his chest, and his eyes were red, because every scene in the documentary was exactly the same as what happened to him!
When you are in the military you have to pay taxes, and you have to pay for food and accommodation. After you become disabled, has the Department of Veterans Affairs ever said a word of comfort?

No!

They just said coldly, remember to pay.

Fuck you!

Trevor Webster now had only one sentence in his mind: "Why are those high-ranking officials so high up in the world? The president, the powerful, and even the rich are all born with good fortunes!"

Zizzi~
A voice rang out in the cinema, "Homeless people, homeless people, why would you rather commit suicide than stand up and resist?"

"Haha, cowards and weaklings can only allow themselves to die rather than question those in power!"

"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you going to do!" Someone couldn't help but stand up and ask loudly.

"Who am I? I once served in the U.S. Marine Corps. Who am I? I used to be a hero that America needed, but now I am a consumable that America finds troublesome!"

"I am not willing to die like this. Why can those high and mighty people eat my subsidies so comfortably when I have shed blood for this country? They use my money to have sex, to buy prostitutes, to buy luxury cars... I am not willing to accept this!"

"There are assault rifles and grenades under your chairs. Take them and go fight back and subvert the United States, which looks down on us!"

"Gentlemen, we are soldiers, not vagrants. Let's storm into the Capitol Hill and the White House and tell those powerful people whether they are afraid of death or not!"

Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed! !

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(End of this chapter)