Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 534: Can’t I afford it?
Four kilometers northwest of the National Palace, this was originally a hacienda hotel opened by a Mexican tycoon.

Located in the financial center of Mexico City, it is a rare personalized castle-style manor hotel that integrates lakes, lawns, forests and villas.

Over 30 acres (190 mu) of land.

Many celebrities have been entertained here.

After Victor entered Mexico City, the consortium "wisely" donated the estate to the "country".

It is open to the public after renovation.

All the guests attending Victor's wedding were accommodated here.

There are police patrolling the door 24 hours a day. As long as you call the police, the police armed helicopter will arrive within three minutes at the fastest.

On the inner lake of the manor hotel.

A group of European royal families and cabinet members who came to congratulate strolled here.

Take a deep breath and you can smell the coolness and fragrance in the air.

The Belgian ambassador was fiddling with a mobile phone in his hand. It was different from the ones on the market. It was more...small and exquisite.

It is even smaller than the Nokia 1011 released a few days ago, weighing less than 300 grams, but it is inlaid with 10 small diamonds and looks very gorgeous.

This is a gift from Victor. What is it called? "Mexico 8848?"

Very strange name.

But it is said to be powerful, able to store 199 phone numbers, with 100 minutes of talk time, and you can even set exclusive music for these calls.

You can tell who is calling by hearing some songs. In addition, the latest "SMS" function developed by Telecom Mexico is also used.

Victor was very generous and gave every guest a set of gifts.

"Ah, Mexico's communications industry is ahead of the United States." The Belgian Minister sighed.

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it? The United States can also produce the technology involved." Michael Roth, Germany's deputy foreign envoy and Amy's loyal lackey, said casually after taking a glance.

The United States played a major role in Germany's reconstruction after World War II, including providing economic support through the Marshall Plan, and viewed Germany as a key ally against the Soviet Union during the Cold War.

Maybe the Soviets beat them too badly, so they turned to the United States?
In any case, in the 1970s and 1980s, the confrontation between East Germany and West Germany was still very obvious. Later, after the collapse of the Soviet Union and the fall of the Berlin Wall, the newly elected members of Germany also found that the United States was now the only superpower, so they became even more clingy.

It's just that they are also very savvy.

During the Mexican-American War, condemnation was condemnation but no fighting was taken, so there is still room for easing relations between Mexico and Germany.

"But now this type of mobile phone has already been marketed. By the time Nokia and Motorola catch up, the market share will have been eaten up by the Mexicans." The person in charge of the Dutch Ministry of Industry and Information Technology said in a deep voice.

"Unless..." The Belgian ambassador looked at everyone, said two words, and then shook his head.

But we are all old foxes, how could we not know?
It is nothing more than using the power of the government to jointly strangle and prevent Mexican communication products from entering the European and American markets.

Make room for our American masters.

Of course it's possible!
嗏

Who would use this kind of move that hurts the enemy by a thousand and hurts yourself by eight hundred? It's not very tiring.

If Mexico is allowed to build factories, how many more jobs and tax revenues can be generated in the country?
Europe will never be able to completely walk together with the United States. Everyone will turn against each other for the sake of interests. The Imperial Army sometimes has to give its Japanese bastard father a punch.

“Why is Mexico’s technology suddenly developing so fast?”

Some people couldn't help but speak.

This made a group of Europeans even more unhappy, as if they had eaten cow dung. They often boasted that they were at the forefront of the world, but they were suppressed by Mexico in the communications and telecommunications industry and even the chip industry.

It would be strange if I could be in a good mood.

Just when the group of people were in a depressed mood, they heard the secretary behind them whisper, "Casare is here."

Everyone looked up and saw the figure of Fatty Ka appear not far away.

"He's like a big fat pig," laughed San Marino Governor Simoncini.

This Italian country does not have a president or anything, only two consuls, who are involved in many scandals.

Almost nothing else matters.

After all, even if he said he wanted to attack Italy, people would think he was drunk, so sometimes it is inevitable that he would say something mean.

After he said that, he imitated the squeal of a pig.

After he was done he burst out laughing.

But as he laughed, he realized that no one around him agreed with him, and his face suddenly became stiff. He shrank his head and hid backwards.

Many people looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Is there no distinction between occasions when it’s time to show off?

Can you go to X and laugh at the sun?
Casare is not a good person. He is very narrow-minded. If he finds out, you will have to sleep with your eyes open.

Didn’t you see that Michael Roth, the German deputy envoy who had just looked down on Mexico in private, was approaching with a smile on his face?
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. How was the lunch? Did you like it?" Casare asked with a smile, his eyes narrowed into slits.

If this guy approaches others outside, people will think he is a pervert.

"Good! Very delicious, I can taste my mother's taste."

Before anyone could say anything, someone stood up and cheered loudly.

Casare was stunned and looked at the other party. "Mr. Simoncini, thank you for your compliment. I will pass your compliment to the staff. They will definitely be very happy."

I, Simoncini, Governor of San Marino, can stretch and shrink!
The people nearby were stunned.

Your grandma’s!

Didn't you just say that?
The Italian standing nearby felt a little embarrassed. How could there be so many talented people around?

"Ladies and gentlemen, President Victor and President Cuauhcmote will invite you to visit the Mexico City military camp this afternoon. The car is ready."

The title of general sounds too tyrannical, making people think it is a military government, so in order to show the difference.

In a parliamentary session in October.

Cuauhcmote gave him the title of "Grand President of Mexico".

Victor's status and historical role were formally determined.

The supreme leader of the Mexican Revolution, the Grand Marshal of the Mexican Navy, Army and Air Force, and the only real man in North America who had fought against the U.S. Army on the front battlefield—Victor Carlos Vieri.

In order to gain support and help in Mexico, a pseudo-pope in Washington also declared Victor to be a Christian saint on TV.

And they are willing to write a biography of the saint.

But Victor refused.

Fuck!
I could use this method when I was conquering the world, but now that I am the ruler, you want me to combine politics and religion?

Do you think this is the Middle East?

Be scientific.

After all, history has proven that the system of combining man and education will eventually collapse, and only scientific governance can lead people out of "ignorance".

There is only one such head of state, and Victor will not have another one a hundred years later.

Casare saw a group of people looking at each other in confusion, paused and said, "Some military equipment will be exhibited in the barracks. I can tell you that Mexico already has fifth-generation fighter jets!" "Is it yesterday's?" someone asked impatiently.

"Of course!" Casare nodded and puffed out his chest. "Mexico is the first country in the world to develop a fifth-generation aircraft."

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. When they saw it yesterday, a military expert in the crowd could tell at first glance that something was wrong, but he couldn't see it clearly and was just suspicious.

But no one dared to think about it that way. After all, it was too mysterious.

We didn’t have many planes before, but now we can have fifth-generation aircraft?
Are Americans saying that there are spies in Mexico who are "stealing" among them?
Led by Casare, a group of European and American guests could only suppress their doubts and follow him onto the bus, which, under the protection of the Secret Service, headed towards the camp of the 1st Guard Division stationed in Mexico City.

Victor, who was originally in a good mood, frowned instantly after receiving a call from Reinhard Tristan Eugen, the deputy of Canadian Hydra. "I understand. Send the people back to their country. You will be in charge of Hydra work for the time being."

"Yes!" The voice on the other end trembled slightly and shouted loudly.

After hanging up the phone, Joseph Joffre, who was sitting nearby, saw that his head of state looked very unhappy.

"The war on drugs has been successful, and many people have become arrogant. They think they are the boss and the second in command because of their contributions. Bullshit!"

"Do you know what Reinhard Tristan Eugen just said?"

"Heinrich kept saying that we ignored him, and he felt unhappy. He even kept a mistress outside, and he said rude things when he was drunk. Now he has tied us up."

Joseph Joffre was shocked. "General, could it be that Reinhard said this on purpose... to fight for power?"

"It's possible, but it also shows that the morale of our troops has begun to drift. I heard that someone has begun to undermine the relationship between the army and the people? A quartermaster in Sonora State beat up a farmer when he went out to purchase goods? And he still doesn't pay?"

"Don't think I don't know anything!"

Captain Joffre's whole body tensed up. He knew that the Führer attached great importance to the relationship between the military and the people, and he indeed felt it. For example, the current Minister of the Army Erich Ludendorff, oh, he is not now, not long after he expressed his opinions at the last meeting, he was appointed President of the National Defense University of Mexico, and his deputy Sigmut List as the Chief of Staff.

He has been Undersecretary of the Army for less than a month.

"At a time like this, we need to reorganize the team. We need to punish those who need to be forced to retire, and we will show no mercy. I have repeatedly stressed that we are the army of the Mexican people, not the European and American masters."

"In addition, we must constantly emphasize our mission and responsibility. We are an important force in maintaining world peace. We are working hard for the war against drugs for the people of the world. We must have ideals and beliefs."

"In the future, let the troops watch the Mexican national news at 7 o'clock every evening, and then divide into shifts to discuss the current situation for half an hour."

What a nice set of ink skin and bones. Does this feel familiar?

Rabbit: Comrade, please stop touching me. Stop touching me. You have pulled my scalp bald. Look, my side bangs have turned into a middle-parted style.

Joseph Joffre had no choice but to nod, write it down and prepare to pass it on to the military.

At 1 p.m., Victor arrived at the gate of the st Guards Division camp. The division commander Erich Manstein and Chief of Staff Gerd von Rundstedt were waiting with a group of middle and senior executives. Other European and American guests had also arrived.

"Führer!"

They saluted and greeted each other.

Victor shook hands with everyone one by one, very gracefully, making many people who saw him for the first time feel that he was not the tyrant portrayed by the European and American media.

What is a humanoid?
Look at the tyrants in Africa, they are tyrants!
"Everyone, let's go in."

Victor spoke loudly, and on his left and right were representatives from Cuba and the University of East Asia, and next to them were representatives from France and other European and American countries. A group of people walked into the military camp, talking and laughing.

Of course, this military camp cannot accommodate the entire division. A Mexican division has nearly 20,000 people.

Only the division headquarters and one regiment are here.

But when they entered, the whole regiment lined up, and when Victor and others came in, the officers standing on both sides shouted, "Hello, Führer!"

"Hello, comrades." Victor raised his hand.

"Sharpen the sword with blood and iron, set the mission on fire, be loyal and brave, and defend the territory!"

The voices were loud, the ranks were neat, and the morale was high.

The European and American representatives looked at each other and felt horrified. The team of 4,000 people stood there meticulously, and the military discipline was evident.

The representative from the University of Tokyo scratched his head and frowned. Why does it feel so familiar?

The opening lines are all so familiar.

He looked at Victor with a strange look. Some people inside had said long ago that the Mexican Victor was more like one of our own than our own people.

But of course I am happy in my heart, because at least we have the same values ​​and morals, which means we can go further and further on the road of helping each other.

Victor and his group walked in front of the team. He suddenly stopped and stood in front of a corporal. The corporal was not tall, about 165 cm tall. When he saw the leader standing in front of him, his body tensed.

"Aren't you cold wearing so little? Casare, bring me my clothes."

Fatty Ka behind him hurriedly handed over a coat from the bodyguard. Victor looked at the flushed corporal and put the coat on him personally, saying in a gentle tone, "Don't just wear one or two coats because you are young. It's winter now. You must take good care of your body. Only when you are healthy can you do more for the country and the nation."

The corporal's eyes were red, and he saluted vigorously, "Yes!"

Victor patted him on the shoulder and continued walking.

Deputy Division Commander Gerd von Rundstedt looked at the corporal with envy. Seeing the young and determined look in his eyes, he knew that he would be willing to die for the Führer.

Didn’t you see that the brothers around you all looked deeply moved?
This kind of "showy" greeting obviously made the Europeans and Americans look at each other in bewilderment, which was very different from their moral concepts, and the University of Tokyo...

Did Victor study abroad in the country?
Love your soldiers like your own sons, and those who have the same desire as their superiors will win!
Victor's figure and the figure in history seemed to slowly overlap at this moment.

A group of people walked into the playground, where some equipment was already parked, including the Army's Salamander tanks, Thunder 2000 rocket launchers, and M2 infantry fighting vehicles (the Mexican side has the same name, without any changes).

It also includes more than a dozen weapons such as the RQ-4 Global Hawk UAV, JF-17 Thunder, and F-22 Raptor.

There are military guides nearby.

None of the people present knew much about military affairs, but when they saw the perfect streamline of the F22, they could still feel how awesome it was!

Just be handsome and that's it.

Listening to the chaos behind him, Victor smiled and said, "Everyone, please visit on your own."

The Cuban representative rushed to the F22 and got the first seat on it.

"Victor, are we good brothers?" Prince Shahbut of the United Arab Emirates next to him looked at him with shining eyes, pointing at the RQ-4 Global Hawk that looked like a big-headed doll and asked.

"Give me three!"

Victor was silent, "Your Highness, don't you want to ask about the price?"

"I...can't afford it?" Prince Shahbut asked cautiously.

Victor was at a loss as to what to do, so he looked at the president of the Mexican National Arms Company, Werner Heisenberg, who raised two fingers.

Prince Shahbut frowned, "Two billion for three?"

“Ah? Ah? Ah!!”

Werner Heisenberg looked at his fingers and thought, I mean, $2 million each.

The price is already very high, but most of the materials used are unique, including aluminum alloy and carbon fiber materials, which are world-leading.

Although I have seen big households.

But I was still confused by this.

...

(End of this chapter)