Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 529: Drug dealer from afar, your father is here!

11 month 5 day.

Inside the Presidential Office at the National Palace.

Cuaucmote and El Salvador's Vice President Gianluca Leonard signed the contract.

Then they stood up, smiled at each other and shook hands.

Victor, Casare and others nearby applauded.

Only reporters from Mexico's national news were present and recorded the scene.

El Salvador will borrow US$5000 million from the Imperial Bank of Mexico plus a down payment of US$ million, and hire Mexico to maintain its national security.

Valid for twelve years!
They mortgaged their Reconcavo oil fields, gold and silver mines, and sulfur to the Imperial Bank, which would pay the Mexican government for them.

In addition to the classic left-right hand-to-right exchange, Mexico will provide the Salvadoran military with the right to use six "CH-6 transport helicopters" free of charge for a period of 47 years.

What's the difference between this and free gift?
However, this is called professionalism, and a special lease contract was even made.

It says "Sightseeing Transportation Rental" on it, and I'm afraid it will irritate the neighboring Honduras.

After all, the two countries once fought over a football match.

However, Honduras is not much better, and is now also a "gang-ruled country".

"Thank you for your help, President Cuauhce Mote," Gianluca Leonard said with a smile.

“Maintaining peace is our common responsibility.”

Quaucomote glanced at Victor, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he spoke up himself. Seeing that Gianluca looked hesitant, he asked, "Anything else?"

"I hope there won't be any more civilian casualties, and it would be best if some state facilities aren't damaged."

"Absolutely no problem. We are professionals in dealing with drug dealers and gang members."

Gianluca was afraid that El Salvador would be reduced to ruins, and he felt a little relieved after hearing his assurance.

Goebbels and others accompanied Gianluca and were going to inspect the attractions in Mexico City.

Only the Minister of the Mexican Police Department, Robert Beal, and the Chief of Staff, General Horatio Herbert Kitchener, and other people from related departments remained in the office.

"How's the military reform going?" Victor sat on the chair and could still feel the heat from the leather seat.

"The rectification has been completed, the files of 15 soldiers have been handed over to the police department, and the uniforms have been replaced," said Robert Beale.

"So what is the General Staff's plan for the drug traffickers in El Salvador?"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded. "We suggest using public opinion pressure first. Most of the new members of MS-13 and the th Street Gang are escapees from Mexico. Let's create fear in them first!"

Only those who have faced fear know how terrifying it is. The Mexican anti-drug forces directly beat out their mental illnesses.

In the later battlefields, it was common to see desperate drug dealers committing suicide by shooting themselves, and in prisons, they would strangle themselves to death with their hands.

"It would be better if the locals of El Salvador and these Mexican remnants who escaped had internal disagreements, which would make it easier for us to strike them. But we have to adapt to local conditions. They don't have large-scale planting areas like Mexico. The drug dealers are more like middlemen, mainly collecting protection fees and smuggling. They are not as large-scale as warlords and are rather scattered. I propose a decapitation operation to kill the leaders of the two major gangs first!"

"To intimidate others."

Victor had fought in wars, and he could tell that Horatio Herbert Kitchener was still following the strategy of "attacking the heart first". If the boss was killed, the people below would become panicked, and then they could push forward in one go. They would not risk their lives because they could still run to the El Salvador border, or at most to Honduras or Colombia.

This is called the best strategy is to attack the plan, the next best is to attack the alliance, the next best is to attack the soldiers, and the worst is to attack the city!
In the Mexican military academy, Sun Tzu's Art of War is at least one of the elective courses.

"So how many people do you think we need?"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener was silent for a moment, frowning, "Twenty thousand..."

Victor's brow twitched.

Robert Beale, the head of the Mexican police department, could not help but speak up. "How can they mobilize 20,000 police officers? El Salvador is only over 20,000 square kilometers, slightly larger than Belize and about the same size as Tamaulipas. How can they need 20,000 police officers?"

"South Korea built its country on military bases, while El Salvador built its country on gangs. They have too few people to control the situation, and they have hundreds of police stations and border checkpoints across the country, so even if they are dispersed, there are not many people."

Robert Bill said nothing and looked at Victor. Twenty thousand people...that would cost a lot.

"We originally planned to be an enclave in El Salvador. If there were fewer people, the local government would look down on us."

Quauk-Motte, who usually seldom expressed his opinions, suddenly spoke, which made Victor unable to help but look at him.

Why is Latin America so magical?
Because there is no stable regime, today you are pro-American, tomorrow you are pro-Soviet, and the next day you are the boss and I am the second, and I have to work alone.

Who hasn't seen it?
Kwaukmote's meaning is very direct. While we have a good relationship now, we should put pressure on him as much as possible. Then he will be pro-American and want to drive us away.

Then we have to see if he has the ability to do so!

To make it easier for the cuckoo to take over the magpie's nest?

contract?

That is just waste paper, it is called a contract only when needed.

"agree!"

Victor nodded at the thought, it's not fun to keep an enemy for your own benefit, it requires points itself, so he would just trouble the drug dealers to die. When the time comes, if the Salvadoran government intends to get rid of it, he doesn't mind supporting a puppet close to him.

It’s twelve years anyway, so take your time!
If you can't deal with Salvador after such a long time, you can commit suicide.

"Who will be in charge then? Do you have any recommendations?"

Erich Ludendorff, who was sitting in the back, had his eyes light up. "General, I recommend Sigmut List. He is capable enough."

The Army Chief recommended his deputy? Of course it wasn't because he was so good, but because... he was disgusted!
He didn't get along well with the new Deputy Minister of the Army, who was too meticulous, and what about Ludendorff?

He was stubborn, didn't listen to others, and had bad relations with his subordinates. Victor had been told about this several times.

Even Victor told Casare privately that "Ludendorff is only suitable to be a regiment commander or assist a commander."

Put him in the position of chief, maybe... it's no use putting him in the front line.

After hearing his speech, Victor didn't say anything, but just sat there quietly.

This is a bit overwhelming.

Several people looked at each other, and it was Casare who grinned and said, "Boss, you are the commander. We don't know who is talented and who is not. Our vision is not as good as yours."

Take a look!

This is called political acumen.

Can you arrange an army of 20,000 people?

Quauk-Motte kept his head down and didn't say anything. Doesn't that mean he doesn't want to say anything?

Army Chief Erich Ludendorff's eyes widened suddenly, Damn!

Casare, fuck me!

You...you...you...

He finally realized that he had said the wrong thing and wanted to slap himself, but he was also a little dissatisfied with Casare. What does the general think of me when you say this at this time?

Fatty Ka glanced at the other person and sneered in his heart, "What a fool with no political sensitivity!"

He also had a bad impression of Ludendorff. When he heard that he had taken the position of Army Chief, he had some ideas and wanted to establish a good relationship between his younger sister and his son, preferably between them as childhood sweethearts.

That is, marriage.

But what did Ludendorff say at the time?

"My son has great ambitions, how could he marry a woman from a poor family?"

? ! ! !
Oh, by the way, it is said that Ludendorff’s family is aristocratic, of course it is just said, and he likes to show off.

When the good-natured Casare heard this, his face turned green and he left angrily. Casare obviously remembered this incident.

Let you be arrogant and rampant!
When you are proud, you still have to be careful about what you say and do, otherwise it is easy to get into trouble.

Victor learned about this through the "Thirteen Guardians", and his impression of Ludendorff immediately declined.

Reminded me of a historical story:
In 150 BC, Emperor Jing of Han, Liu Qi, who was only 38 years old, fell seriously ill. He told his wife, Li Ji:
"After I leave, I'll trouble you to take care of my 14 sons and treat them well, okay?"

Liu Qi knew that although Li Ji was jealous and envious, she was actually quite understanding.

Unexpectedly, Li Ji got furious: "You have a nice idea, but they are not my own sons, so I can't control them. I will kill them all and make you, an old dog, regret it!"

Well...Emperor Jing of Han jumped up immediately, banished the prince to the cold palace, and deposed him.

Character is important.

However, it can also be seen that there are many factional disputes in this new small court in Mexico.

"There is no party outside the party, and the emperor's thinking is strong. There is no faction within the party, and there are all kinds of strange things."

As long as one is human, there will be disputes and ideas.

Victor nodded and said, "Leave professional matters to professionals. Alfred Schlieffen, the president of the Mexican Military Police University, is a very good person."

Although no one knew why a university president caught his eye, since it was the general's decision, it was naturally right.

One by one they expressed their agreement.

Victor stood up and looked at his watch. "I have to go try on my wedding dress this afternoon. Kwaukmote, please keep an eye on the rest."

"Ok."

When Victor was leaving, he passed by Ludendorff, paused, patted him on the shoulder, and left without saying anything. The latter shuddered and his face suddenly turned ugly.

After the general leaves.

Ludendorff stood up with a grim face, and left without saying a word, without even saying goodbye.

"Ah!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener shook his head and sighed, "He is too pure, just a soldier."

President Kwaukee Mote squinted his eyes and poured himself a cup of tea, "The military should know more about politics!"

You can't even tell the difference between the big and small kings, what the hell are you doing?

Just wait and see, Ludendorff only has these two days left.

"Do you know Alfred Schlieffen?" Quaukmot started talking about business.

"I don't know him well, but I know that he studied at the Berlin Military Academy in Germany and graduated with first place. When we conquered Sonora State, he joined the army."

"I also spent some time in the army and went to the front lines. I served as a squad leader, platoon leader, company commander, and then a staff officer. When I attacked Chihuahua, I crossed the Majalca Mountains National Park and attacked Delicias, which caught the general's eye."

"Then I was promoted by the Rockets."

Victor still likes the fierce general.

"Okay, I'll contact him. You need to come up with a plan for the staff department."

"understand!"

...

The fact that El Salvador and Mexico signed a contract could not be hidden at all.

The CIA intelligence agency passed the news to Melia Cruz. Her face changed and she hurried to the President's office.

Standing at the door, you can hear coughing from inside.

She knocked on the door.

"Come in." Carter's voice was hoarse and nasal.

She pushed the door open and saw Carter sitting tiredly in a chair. When she saw Melia Cruz, she smiled and asked, "Is there something urgent?"

Looking at Carter, who was obviously much thinner, the evil CIA director felt a little uncomfortable.

This good man is very busy every day. He either goes to visit veterans or workers, and even goes to the most brutal front line of the struggle against extreme right-wing organizations. He sleeps less than four hours a day.

Does he look like Chongzhen?
I don’t have much ability, but I work very hard.

Melia Cruz sighed, handed over the document, and briefly said, "Mexico and El Salvador have signed a contract. The former will be responsible for the latter's public security for twelve years and will crack down on drug dealers and gangs in the country."

Carter actually laughed when he heard this. "It seems that Victor has finally taken on the responsibility of a great power."

? ? ? ?
Melia Cruz almost couldn't catch her breath. She reminded, "Sir, this will affect our control in Latin America."

Carter slowly stopped smiling, "Of course I know, but... now is not the time to attack the outside world. There is an old Chinese saying that if you want to secure the outside world, you must first fight the inside world. Otherwise, if we fight outside, there will be traitors inside."

"But..." Melia Cruz wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Carter, "When we face things, we always have to choose to let go of some unimportant things, don't we?"

El Salvador, does it matter?

Carter thinks it doesn't matter!
"Also, Victor and I have met and discussed. Drug control is a great achievement for all mankind. We are slowly repairing our relationship. When the time comes, maybe there will be cooperation."

I go…

Isn't this too gentlemanly?
Melia Cruz was silenced.

"Is there anything else?"

She shook her head and didn't bother to say more.

When he was about to leave, Carter suddenly asked, "Meliya, I remember you are Mexican, right?"

"Yes, sir." The CIA director suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Are you thinking of going back to Mexico?"

! ! ! ! !

Melia Cruz's eyes widened suddenly, and she became anxious and stuttered, "Sir, I am an American. My parents came to the United States, and I am an American now. I live on this land and I love America."

Carter was stunned when he saw the other party's anxious look, but he couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, Melia, I don't mean anything else, I just asked, you can go and do your work."

He waved.

Melia Cruz walked out with a worried look on her face, frowning, not knowing what Carter meant.

And when she leaves, close the door.

Carter looked down at a bill on his desk, which was given to him privately by a senator with whom he had a good relationship.

"A proposal to reduce the number of Mexican officials in government."

Carter sighed softly...

Wasn't he wary of Victor in his heart?

After all, that was Victor, the man who broke the American monopoly in Latin America.

And it also has many followers in the United States.

His charisma is beyond reproach.

“He’s the Roosevelt of Mexico.”

……