Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 535: Tyrant? Traitor? Scum?

See? This is what a rich person is!

India is so busy, how can it be considered a big country?

Ugh, even the water of the Ganges doesn’t understand.

"The layout of drones requires more than just drones. A lot of supporting facilities are needed..." Victor said tactfully.

Prince Shahbut: "Can you undertake the construction and take responsibility?"

That’s what I’ve been waiting for!

"Of course, we can discuss follow-up questions in private."

Prince Shahbut breathed a sigh of relief. He had come here before to buy R-14 medium-range missiles, but after taking them back, he found that the neighbors next door were very friendly and that the neighboring Israel wanted to live in peace with them.

Sure enough, diplomacy lies between the trajectories!
The UAE, which has enjoyed the benefits, certainly hopes to get more. As for whether it will be useless to buy it back?

It’s okay, the cost of trial and error is low anyway.

At worst, the price of oil will go up, and it will all go back to normal in a few days.

Prince Shahbut glanced over and looked at the group of Europeans and Americans who were constantly touching left and right, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

What an old-fashioned guy! Do you have to look at the things you buy?
Small family and small business are so troublesome.

In fact, Victor could not have imagined that he just asked them to take a look and then wait for the next military exhibition to place an order. Who knew that the people from the UAE would place an order directly.

My family is poor, and I asked if there was a discount when I bought a bottle of Mixue Bingcheng.

A few minutes later, the Cuban representative came down from the cockpit of the F22 reluctantly. He walked over and smiled at Prince Shahbut, lowering his voice, "Mr. Victor, how much do you sell it for?"

"You guys want to buy some too?"

"I reported this to the leader yesterday. He thinks we need to strengthen our armaments." He rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly. "If the price is too high, we can't afford it."

Victor took a look and sighed softly. His allies were too poor. Cuba's GDP in 1990 was only 286 billion US dollars.

Why are you still playing F22 with this little money?

Moreover, China had already purchased a batch of MiG-1989 fighter jets from the Soviet Union in 29, so it would be a waste to buy them now.

I can’t afford to maintain it even if I buy it.

Victor explained it in a slightly euphemistic way, and the Cuban understood instantly and sighed.

"Tell Mr. Castro with confidence that in the Gulf of Mexico, we have the confidence and ability to annihilate all invading enemies, and we will certainly ensure the absolute safety of our allies!"

He paused and pointed at the JF-17 Thunder. "If you really need it, I recommend that one. It's a fourth-generation and a half fighter, equipped with the KLJ-7A active phased array independently developed by Mexico and a helmet-mounted aiming system, both of which are absolutely world-leading. Its maximum take-off weight is 13.5 tons, its practical ceiling exceeds 16000 meters, and its maximum flight speed reaches Mach 1.8, which is completely sufficient."

"The price is also cheap. If you need it, I can make the decision. It's 6000 million US dollars per machine, including three years of after-sales service."

The price is not cheap, but it is much cheaper than the F55.

The independently developed KLJ-7A active phased array alone is at least on par with that of the US military.

"What about me? Victor, can you give us this price too?" Prince Shahbut, who was beside him, was so itchy that he shouted loudly.

There are actually factions within the UAE, including pro-American, pro-Soviet, and pro-Mexican factions. I will support whoever is the boss.

Prince Shahbut immediately set his sights on Mexico. He keenly believed that if Mexico was given 20 years of development, it would definitely become a powerful country.

As long as this powerful country is next to the United States, it will remain standing.

But it was obvious that he was too conservative. In less than a year since he last came, Mexico's communication technology and military technology had improved significantly.

It's simply an unscientific surge.

Prince Shahbut participated anonymously in the Fourth Middle East War as a fighter pilot.

He understood the importance of air superiority better than some people present.

He also wants to buy the F22, but he just talked to Werner Heisenberg from the "Mexican National Weapons Company" next to him, and the other party said that the F22 cannot be produced quickly yet and production requires a period of time.

"Of course, Your Highness, we are best partners." Victor said with his big front teeth bared, looking him up and down, "But do you need to go back and discuss it with others?"

Prince Shahbut frowned and nodded slightly. He didn't want to become an excuse for his political opponents to attack him.

The RQ-4 Global Hawk has already been demonstrated, having photographed a large number of U.S. military positions during the Mexican-American War.

The JF-17 Thunder has not yet been used in combat.

"Victor, you are really my best friend. Unlike some people, once they hear that we are buying something, they never care and just push everything to us!"

Prince Shahbut hugged him.

Rabbit: Thank you. I understand.

"Next year, we will hold a large-scale arms exhibition, which will also include an air show. You can come again. By then, we will launch new products."

He paused, and saw the Europeans and Americans also slowly approaching, "We welcome experts from all over the world to come and give us guidance when the time comes."

Could you please give me some time to prepare the backdoor?
"Excuse me, is this really a fifth-generation aircraft?"

Victor looked at the person who was speaking, while Casare beside him introduced him quietly.

Oh, it turns out to be the Defense Minister of El Salvador.

Also standing next to him was President Alfredo Cristiani Burkard.

They came with Casare's C17 transport plane.

"Yes!" Victor nodded vigorously.

The Salvadoran Defense Minister opened his mouth and said, "But... the Americans haven't made this yet."

“Americans are not the smartest people in the world.”

Victor likes to tease others, and an idea suddenly occurred to him, "Maybe we have kidnapped the alien and are torturing him?"

? ? ? ?
Wang Defa? !

Casare looked at the horrified expressions of the Europeans and Americans and lowered his voice, "Boss, they won't take it seriously, right?"

Victor's face froze.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong!

When we visited the military camp later, it was obvious that these Europeans were not in good shape, and many of them were chattering in the back.

It was almost 5:30 in the evening when we left the military camp after watching the military competition.

As the host, Victor personally sent them back to the Manor Hotel and was about to go back to rest.

Then I saw Armando Benede, Director of the Presidential Office and Minister of the Interior of Colombia, coming over.

With a heavy and sad face, "Mr. President, Colombia requests your military assistance!"

...

In the National Palace office, the only sound was the sobbing of Armando Benedet.

Defense Secretary Kennedy, Chief of Staff General Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Army Chief Higmuth List and President Quauk-Ukmott, who were called over, all looked cautious.

When the Colombian president, vice president and defense minister went to the front line to supervise the war against the Medellin Group, they were shot at by extremists disguised as soldiers during a military parade.

The big guys on the viewing platform were totally unprepared, and even the bodyguards didn't expect it.

The vice president died on the spot, the president was shot seven times and is still in the ICU. Only the defense minister was lucky enough to escape the attack.

This incident happened so suddenly that it caused an uproar in the country. They also knew that it was impossible to remove the psoriasis with the country's capabilities.

We can only rely on external forces.

Originally, they sought help from the U.S. military's Palanquero Air Force Base in Porto Salga, but the other party was hesitant and evasive.

Refusing to send troops.

We can only place our hopes on Mexico.

Victor smoked a cigarette, frowning, "That's how Americans are. No matter how respectful you are to them, you won't be able to find them when the time comes."

Just like the black people wearing pants, they performed "Where Are We Going, Dad?"

"How do you need us to help you?"

Armando Benede lost his composure and gritted his teeth, "I want to bomb Medellin!"

It's so fucking cruel.

Medellin has a population of 245 million!
Casare paused for breath, he glanced at the boss, and found that the boss also glanced at him.

It became clear immediately.

"We will not attack civilians. This is not in line with our core values." He said darkly. "Damn civilians!"

Interior Minister Armando Benedet shouted, "More than 80% of the Medellin Cartel are locals. They help drug cartels fight the police and the army, pretending to be kind and entertaining, and then poisoning government personnel!"

"After the Medellin Group declared rebellion, they helped it smuggle drugs. Our intelligence agencies show that they have cooperated with the super drug lord Ye Zhenli who is wanted by your side. The annual sales of smuggling from Colombia alone exceeds 200 billion US dollars!"

“The Silver Triangle has started to expand.”

The Silver Triangle refers to the Andes and Amazon region in Latin America, where drug production is concentrated in Colombia, Peru, Mexico and Brazil.

This zone has a total area of ​​more than 20 square kilometers. It is famous for producing all kinds of drugs, so it has been called the "Silver Triangle" since the 20s.

The disappearance of the Mexican drug dealers has instead aroused the frenzy of the Colombian drug dealers.

With money and weapons, and the Cali Cartel's intelligence capabilities comparable to those of a world power, defeating government forces is a piece of cake.

Armando Benede wiped away tears and said, "If we don't curb it, the Medellin Cartel and the Brazilian drug cartels will all collude, and then it will be dangerous."

Upon hearing his words, Defense Secretary Kennedy and other military personnel looked serious.

If this is true...

The Medellin Group’s annual sales must exceed 30 to 40 billion U.S. dollars, plus taxes and so on.

This is the hidden bomb.

If the United States colludes with the drug empire and launches a two-pronged counterattack against Victor, then there is no point in trying and they will be fed to the sharks.

Don't overestimate the morality of the US military.

Even if the goddess of victory is blown up, they will put aside their so-called hatred for the sake of profit.

Pablo of Medellín and the "Four Brothers" of the Cali Cartel are all powerful men.

Victor's eyes flashed fiercely and he slowly flicked the cigarette ash onto the ground.

Casare was shocked, and it seemed that the boss was also in turmoil.

"We need to discuss this matter internally. You should go and have a rest first, Mr. Armando. We will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Armando Benede also nodded, and stood up on his knees, his body a little shaky, and left in a very dejected and lonely manner.

"Drug dealers are really a bunch of sewer rats who only know how to cause trouble." Army Chief Sigmut List sighed.

"Drugs must be eradicated, and drug dealers must be killed, but bombing Medellin..."

"We need a stronger reason."

Victor said softly.

Everyone understood that the Führer was determined to attack Medellin, but he needed an "excuse" for the bombing. After all, dropping bombs on a city with a population of 250 million was no different from a massacre.
Of course, we don’t deny that there are good people in Medellin, but don’t they help the drug dealers?

Right and wrong are always relative, and Victor is extreme.

Tangled with drug dealers.

Just die!
Does a traitor still care whether you have any hidden secrets?

Casare's scalp tingled. He knew Victor too well. That's why he knew what the boss wanted to do.

Framed!

Arouse public opinion!

The crowd is furious!
We have to send troops!
Isn't that the process?
He gritted his teeth and was about to take the blame on himself when he heard Victor speak first, "Find a landmark place to blow it up and blame it on the Colombian drug dealers."

Casare breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the boss was responsible. If this matter were to be exposed, he would be in great trouble if not dead.

The means are too dirty!
Just like the bombing of the Twin Towers, it is ridiculous to say that it was done by the CIA. All we can say is that maybe the CIA knew about it and got the evidence, but they just said...

Let it develop.

Of course, this is just speculation. Who knows the details?

Several people in the military were obviously a step behind in this regard and glared at each other.

Casare felt a little emotional after watching it. A thick-skinned man should never play politics, it is too dirty.

Kwaukmote said, "Then we should do this as soon as possible, while the European and American representatives are here, let them see it too."

"My personal suggestion is to be sensitive to the location, preferably..."

Quauk-U-Mott paused. "There will be a high number of casualties."

Kennedy lowered his head, sighed softly, closed his eyes, and felt a little reluctant.

"Then choose Grand Plaza!" said Casare.

It is the largest shopping mall in Mexico City, with more than 17000 people visiting it every day.

Victor's face twitched a little, and he sometimes couldn't help but doubt himself.

Own…

Are you becoming less and less human?

What's the difference between this self-directed and self-acted trick and the American bastards? !

"Just do as you say."

Victor nodded. He did not retreat, nor did he ask them to reduce the intensity.

After discussing for a few minutes, several people left.

When Casare left, he turned his head and saw the boss still sitting on the sofa, smoking with his head tilted back.

Close the door slowly.

I didn't see the smile slowly forming on Victor's lips.

It's a bit chilling to look at it.

……

March 11, 17: a.m.

Grand Commercial Plaza, basement floor.

The yawning security guard punched in as usual. After working all night, he could go back to sleep after punching in.

People kept driving down the street, after all, it was rush hour.

The security guard shook his head and walked to a corner. At this moment, the voice of a colleague in the monitoring room came from the intercom, saying that the surveillance camera in a certain place suddenly broke down and asked him to go and have a look.

The security guard grumbled, looking a little unhappy, but he still walked over. He cherished this job very much!
When he walked to the designated location while humming an unknown tune, he looked up at the camera and pressed the intercom. "There is no obstruction. It must be broken. Let's have someone repair it."

The Mexico City Security Law stipulates that if there is a problem with security equipment such as cameras, it should be repaired in a timely manner. If a major problem occurs and the video footage cannot be provided, severe penalties will be imposed.

A colleague in the monitoring room opposite responded.

When the security guard was about to walk back, he suddenly saw a large black bag in the corner.

Like a garbage bag.

Is this cleaning staff so careless?
The security guard walked over puzzledly and poked it with his baton. It felt quite hard.

He pulled it open with his hands.

The pupils suddenly shrank!
"quick…"

He turned around and started yelling, but before he could finish, a huge explosion sounded behind him!

boom! ! !
The whole building shook suddenly...

The cars on the road outside all sounded their sirens, and all the pedestrians looked at this scene in horror. The fear brought by the drug dealers hidden deep in their memories suddenly emerged.

Screaming, panic, and crying resounded through the sky.

And in the National Palace.

Victor was having dinner with Belsaria when a huge explosion was heard and the former paused.

"Boss!"

Casare ran in in a panic, "The Grand Commercial Plaza was attacked, there are heavy casualties!"

Victor's cutlery fell to the floor.

Belsaria covered her mouth in disbelief.

……

(End of this chapter)