Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 517 "We don't want a great power to rise, we'd rather have the dignity of the common people!"

Southwest Washington.

There was a depression.

Even the trash can was knocked over, and there were a lot of bullet shells left on the ground. A small number of homeless people could be seen squatting in the corner, at a loss as to what to do.

This is a popular place for entertainment and dining, with many restaurants, bars and night markets, as well as many shabby shops.

Normally this place is quite lively, but after the White House was attacked last night, the National Guard planned to take over the city. About 200 soldiers came to the southwest district and asked people to go home and sleep.

Made…

On the street, blacks, whites, and minorities who were drunk and addicted to drugs would start a "fist and kick" game with the army. Some people took out bottles from the bar to make a simple Molotov cocktail and threw it at the army.

Anyway…

Last night was exciting!

The police shot and killed at least 17 people. The entire southwest district was in chaos. Even now, sporadic cries of resistance could be heard coming from afar.

In a closed "Badaqash Pharmacy", there are no medicines on the shelves. There is a glass door inside with a TV and a sofa, but it looks very quiet. However, under the sofa, there is a basement.

It's very bright inside and the space is about 180 square meters.

There was an iron table in the middle, on which were placed gold, US dollars, weapons and ammunition.

Four strong men were taking inventory, with a sentence written on their shoulders: "Only blood can save America."

They belong to the extreme right militia organization - Oath Keepers! The main members are retired veterans + western cowboys + extreme white organizations + anarchists, with more than 4 people across the country.

"Boss."

One of the bald guys shouted, and then a white man was seen sitting on the sofa facing the TV. He had a fierce look in his eyes, crossed his legs, and held a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked quite stylish, but... the panda was a little long.

"We robbed a total of 1610 million US dollars and 12 kilograms of gold!" Baldy said excitedly. This money was enough for their organization to buy new weapons.

Giovanni Haywood nodded with satisfaction, "GOOD!"

He is the leader of the Oath Keepers in Washington, D.C., and one of the architects of the "Veterans Uprising" plan. He is very extreme, and he believes that the current top U.S. officials are bastards. They failed to suppress Mexico, allowing Victor, a bastard, to rise to the top. They failed to solve the problems of illegal immigrants and ethnic minorities at home, so they should be brought down.

To establish a country that belongs entirely to white Americans!

They were planning an armed uprising. This time it was just to give them a small shock. The most important thing was to get the money. Without money, there was nothing to do.

Just when several people were happy, a very serious voice sounded on TV, "The Federal Reserve was attacked by armed men last night, killing 7 people and stealing 612 kilograms of gold and 1.3 million US dollars. The FBI has intervened in the investigation!"

Five grown men turned their heads to look at the TV at the same time...

! ! ! !
"Fuck, they're blackmailing us." Giovanni Heywood threw the wine glass in his hand and jumped up. "There were less than ten people in the Fed operation yesterday, and we stole more than 600 kilograms of gold???"

"Slander! Boss, this is slander!"

"No, we must call the TV station and tell them that we didn't steal that much. This is all slander!" Someone couldn't help but shout.

Giovanni Haywood's face was shaking with anger.

He understood that he had become the one who balanced the account.

I heard a long time ago that the gold within the Federal Reserve was not consistent with the gold advertised to the outside world. Now that they are scrambling for it, all the blame is on me.

On average, one person carries 61 kilograms of gold, plus tens of millions of US dollars?

You're a Gundam!

It’s so unfair, really so unfair.

"Calm down!" Giovanni Haywood yelled, frowning, "These bastards are trying to do this to us, let's give them some tough time!"

"how to do?"

His eyes darkened, "How about kidnapping the parliamentary masters on Capitol Hill?!"

Several of the subordinate leaders gasped, but then their eyes lit up and adrenaline surged. They were originally desperate criminals, not the kind of small-time robbers and criminals, but... they were extremists who believed they were saving America.

Also known as: faith warriors?
"But we are definitely not enough. We need to find more people. We can contact the other four militia organizations and try to ask the people from the Black Panther Party. As long as we kidnap the congressman, we can put forward conditions, demanding that the United States replace the white president with one, demanding war on Mexico, demanding the allocation of veterans' subsidies, and demanding the arrest of those criminal politicians and rich people!"

Giovanni Haywood became more and more excited as he spoke, and raised his hand to give himself PUA.

USA…

Just a giant standing on one foot.

The fall of the White House on the night of September 9rd continued until the 3th and has not been resolved yet...

The time is more than 35 hours.

The special forces of CIA and FBI returned empty-handed and had no way to retreat, so they directly called in the SEALs and Delta Force, who attacked fiercely for 55 minutes and broke in!
In the command vehicle outside the White House gate, one can see many familiar faces, all high-ranking military and government officials. They are all gathered around watching the images broadcast on the screen.

It must be said that the SEALs and Delta Force are different. After breaking in from the left and right, their CQB tactics were very smooth, killing many people. When they arrived at the President's office, they kicked the door open and saw a homeless man with scruffy hair shouting, "Fairness! When will I get fairness for my veterans!!"

"My name is Trevor, Trevor Webster!!!"

boom!
He pointed the gun at his chin and shot himself dead. His body fell in a pool of blood, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Fucking America!

"Zizizi, mission accomplished, all personnel killed." The SEAL captain in charge said into the communication tool while wearing a mask. Suddenly, he saw something in the shirt pocket of the man named Trevor Webster.

He bent down and took it out.

It turned out to be a U.S. military service certificate. He opened it with his thumb and saw the following words: "When can I have my own house? I want to have a dog and a home. It would be best if I could have enough food to eat."

The SEAL captain's breathing hitched.

Elite people like them don’t understand.

When the bodies were carried out one by one, reporters came over like crazy to take pictures. The director of Homeland Security, dressed in a neat suit, spoke to the camera, "We resist this kind of terrorist behavior!"

"Sir, they claim to be veterans and they are said to be asking for veterans' benefits. Is this true? Does the US government really not provide any subsidies?" A reporter handed over the microphone.

The director of Homeland Security froze. "We hope that the appeal is delivered through legal channels. This kind of violent behavior is shameful. Veterans? If they died on the battlefield, they might be American heroes. Now they are just a destabilizing factor in society!"

This statement was made without any thought, and the reporters were a little shocked. The other party turned around and left in a hurry.

"Sir, wait, wait!"

"Chief Smith, are you saying that veterans are unstable factors?"

A group of reporters chased after him and asked questions, making the other party very embarrassed.

But this is enough, it's very shocking!
Reports appeared one after another that afternoon.

《Veterans? Only the dead are heroes, the living are useless!》

"Americans are losing their backbone!"

Among them, some media reports are very strange. "We don't want the rise of a great power, but we want the dignity of the common people!" - Washington's Chagannuoer Newspaper, I haven't heard of it, it seems to be newly published, but this article is of high quality, the whole article says that the United States has risen, but it has forgotten who made it rise.

Unlike neighboring Mexico, a corporal can support a family of seven, and even if he is disabled, he will be placed in a state department. In addition, Mexico has great humanitarian care!
In a small city in Sonora, they would rather have a city-wide power outage. Why?
Just because a monkey was accidentally trapped by high voltage electricity, they had to cut off the power for an hour to save the animal's life!

The United States cannot compare with Mexico at all. Moreover, it is written above that after Victor came to power, he required every restaurant to wash dishes twice for food safety, but Mexicans wash them seven times. Why?
Because they are conscious!

Even this Washington-based Chagan Nur Newspaper has published some very abstract articles before, such as "There are no villas in Afghanistan", "There are no thieves in Cuba", "There are no tramps and perverts in France", etc.

This would have been absolutely impossible without funding from overseas.

But this article, "We don't want the rise of a great power, we would rather have the dignity of the common people!", became an instant hit, with more than 20 copies sold in just 60 hours!
It also reads: "We must bravely express our voices. The corrupt government will not pay for the people. We should shout and act!"

Ok…

Then, someone threw grenades at the VA (Veterans Affairs) in Texas. Two grenades exploded at once, causing many casualties. This seemed to ignite the anger of the veterans!

Many veterans in states that reject the U.S. government have begun to organize against the VA, using trucks to ram the gate, and so on.

It’s a mess, a complete mess!

Many cities have begun to enter a state of emergency.

At this time, even if they wanted to make a scene outside, they didn't have the energy to do so.

The sudden change in the situation made Blackstone, BlackRock and other people who came to Mexico City for negotiations a little overwhelmed. The most important thing was that the Federal Reserve was bombed, which made them smell the scent of civil war.

And just then, Casare told them that Victor wanted to see them.

Peter Peterson and Larry looked at each other, but followed him to a golf course on the outskirts of Mexico City and met Victor who was exercising.

Stand by and watch the other team play.

When had they ever been ignored like this? Every time, someone would just stand by and watch them, but they hid their dissatisfaction very well.

After seeing Victor enter the hole, they applauded exaggeratedly.

Victor, wearing a baseball cap, came over. Casare next to him introduced them and he shook hands with everyone.

"I'm sorry I've been busy lately and can only meet you now."

Peter Peterson smiled and said, "It's okay, we are feeling the Mexican air, it's nice."

Victor nodded and motioned them to go inside to talk. He sat in the middle, next to him were Casare and Kennedy, and on his right were two guests.

"I know what you want here, gentlemen. It's actually very simple. You want real estate, land, and resources, right?"

Peter Peterson raised an eyebrow, "I think Mexico needs us."

Casare stretched out his hand and said, "NONONO, under the leadership of Mr. Victor, Mexico has become a new country. We should thank him."

As he spoke, he began to applaud, and the people around him could only follow suit.

Victor smiled and patted his... butt?
"What Mexico needs is Victor, not Jewish capital. What do you have compared to the world? Cars? Chips? Money? Or smart brains? We have all of these. I can even tell you that we have developed a 0.8-micron chip. We will release it within a week. By then, it will be a revolution for the entire financial market and IBM!"

Peter Peterson and Larry suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because Intel will release a chip in October, they know it will lead the revolution in the Internet era, but at this point in time, Mexico tells us that they have also developed a chip? ?
Waterfa?
Plagiarism? Secret out?
No no no…

Peter Peterson's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm. "I respect Mr. Victor and Mexico, but what I want to say is that we still control the world and technology."

"You are so arrogant, but when was the last time you came to Mexico?"

"Well... 10 years ago, I could see that Mexico was making progress, but it was still a little far from us. We are willing to help you, but you don't have as many cards as the United States."

Casare immediately spurted over, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, we will be the ones who can pull Mexico into the ranks of developed countries!"

"Mr. Peter Peterson, I think you are being disrespectful. You came to our country and kept belittling us in front of the great Mr. Victor. Now your consortium is doing dirty work everywhere." Casare counted on his fingers, "Smuggling, drug trafficking, prostitution, all kinds of evil. If you were in Mexico, you would have been in the Sonora Desert Prison by now."

"You should thank the general for giving you this opportunity..."

“You should say thank you.”

Victor opened his mouth and said, "Listen, if you are willing to admit your crimes and hand over the people on the list to the International Court of Justice, Mexico, Cuba and the Asian market will welcome you. This is the condition given by the three parties."

"This is impossible, we are not guilty!" Larry said dissatisfiedly.

Submit all the names on that list...

Then BlackRock has no need to play. Its asset management is managed by the big sharks. If they are gone, it will have to disband.

"Mexico is too proud. You can't develop like this." Peter Peterson also frowned and said, "Europe and the United States' high technology will block you. We can help you..."

"Then there's nothing more to say. I wish you good luck." Victor stood up and didn't even bother to say anything. He left under the protection of his bodyguards.

This caught Peter Peterson and others off guard.

Casare's expression was not good either. "I hope you can always be proud. Well, please go back. There is no food for you in the kitchen."

???

The two were pushed out.

Not even a bite of food?
No matter how cunning Peter Peterson was, his mouth was crooked with anger. "Let's go!"

"If he offends the Jewish financial group, he will lose money."

Larry hesitated and lowered his voice, "Could they really have found the chip?"

"Mexicans have the same brain capacity as Africans. They can only make noises. If they can make chips, I will eat the remains of the Statue of Victory!" Peter Peterson said firmly.

Larry nodded slightly.

This is indeed true for high-tech industries such as chips.

It's not what you say...

Why does Mexico have it?

Did you catch aliens?

Hahaha…

ridiculous!

Technology will always be in the hands of the consortium!
They got in the car and drove away...

"Even if Victor kneels at my feet next time, I will never forgive his insolence!"

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(End of this chapter)