Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 539: Beating a child...

National Theater of Mexico.

Victor, along with senior executives including Bersaria and Casare, are watching the biography "Victor" directed by Mexican female director Maria de Novara.

often…

Three and a half hours.

The total investment exceeds 2700 million US dollars.

Of course no one would mess around with a movie that is so politically charged like this. The movie tells the story of Victor's growth from a commoner's child to the savior of Mexico.

Victor looked at the scene in the movie with melancholy eyes:

"Myself" stood in the central square of Guadalupe Island and shouted loudly: "Even if my blood sheds all, I will dye every inch of this land red; even if my heart stops beating, I will let my blood become the longitude and latitude of mountains and rivers, and I must create a world without drugs. I want children to be happy, I want the elderly to live long, and I want young people not to hesitate about the future!"

This heroic sentiment is very touching.

Belsaria glanced at her husband and held him tightly, and Victor smiled at her gently.

This movie also involves deaths and sacrifices. When people sitting in the cinema saw Victor crying while hugging his fallen comrades, they couldn't help but wipe away their tears.

The war on drugs…

It's never smooth sailing.

The movie is very long at three and a half minutes long, but there are many boring moments throughout. The director is a master of political films and he even has an epilogue at the very end.

Victor, dressed in a suit, sits in the sun, narrating: "Do you feel that you have succeeded?"

The actor in the movie looked at the camera with a firm gaze, his hands crossed and his body leaning forward.

"No, my wish is that there is no poison in the world!"

The background color gradually turns gray and slowly disappears...

The lights in the theater suddenly came on and everyone stood up and applauded loudly.

The female director Maria de Novara and the leading actors standing in the back breathed a sigh of relief.

Political films are afraid of problems.

They walked onto the stage neatly as the host called out to them. Victor straightened his suit and shook hands with each of them. He also patted the young male lead on the shoulder and said to Casare next to him, "I think he acted very well. I almost thought he was me."

As he spoke, he burst into laughter, and the senior executives behind him followed suit.

Some people in the publicity department responsible for the film section immediately understood that this film would definitely be included in the Mexican Golden Dragon Award at the end of the year.

Otherwise, it's just a lack of vision.

what?
Don’t know about the Mexican Golden Dragon Award?
Have you heard of the Venice Golden Lion?

Have you heard of the Berlin Silver Bear?
And the Philippine Iron Monkey Awards, both are animal worlds… both are benchmarks in the film industry.

The Mexican Golden Dragon Award was actually a choice made out of helplessness, as Hollywood no longer wanted to play with the Mexican film industry.

Stingy...

If we lose on the battlefield, we can only impose sanctions in other areas.

American gentleman?

India's three North American divisions are similar.

Confidential secretary Martin Baumann ran up from the stage and whispered something in Victor's ear.

"I understand. Come, let's take a photo together." Victor remained calm and stood in the middle surrounded by the crowd. Reporters and photographers below took pictures of them.

After coming down from the stage, Victor asked his confidential secretary Martin Baumann with a squinting expression, "What happened?"

"Our warships that came to aid Colombia collided with the U.S. military in the Pacific Ocean. No shots were fired at each other, but the deck of an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer of the enemy was smashed and paralyzed. The number of casualties should be high."

"They say we are endangering navigation safety, and the US military is protesting."

"The Pacific Ocean is so big, but they chose to go to our place. What's the matter? Do they owe X? How are our warships?"

"Reports from the front show damage to the Victor's turret and deck."

"Let them pay. Damn it. Ask them if they want to continue to sow discord between the two countries. Do they want to go to war? If not, get out."

Confidential secretary Martin Baumann's face froze, and he glanced at Casare, hoping to give him some advice. He could have just said it directly, as the other party also had to save face.

"Anyone who hinders our drug control is an enemy," Victor said gloomily.

Martin Baumann took a deep breath and wrote it down, and replied like this.

"Mr. Basile wants to see you again."

"Let's go back to the National Palace."

When Victor heard that the Syrian prince wanted to see him, his eyes narrowed and he rushed back with his men. He knew that the other party must have "compromised".

War on the Golan Heights is imminent.

The news that "US and Mexican warships" were in a bloody confrontation in the Pacific spread quickly, and the US Navy clamored to use aircraft carrier battle groups to block the entire Mexican coastline.

Even shouting...

In order to regain the lost face of the army, if the army had been unable to defeat the other side, so many warships would not have been captured. The implicit intention of his words was to squeeze the army.

It was drizzling in the White House at night.

The sound of rain is making people feel irritated.

Carter looks much older!

His mouth was trembling unconsciously, and he took a few deep breaths when he put down the phone.

Under his "tough" approach, the extreme right organizations in the country have not disappeared, but have become more and more intense. Many governors have expressed their dissatisfaction with him, and the boss of Texas even said that if the United States continues like this, they will establish an independent country.

Carter's domestic affairs ability is still not up to par.

But Carter also has something to say...

America is rotten to the core.

He didn't know until he checked, and he was shocked to find out that seven extremist organizations in the United States have cooperated with Colombian drug cartels and Suriname's Ye Zhenli Group. Their business covers the entire United States and Canada, exceeding 7 billion US dollars a year.

No wonder he personally mobilized elite troops to encircle and suppress them, but they were still able to escape. There must be a traitor among them.

Even CIA Director Melia Cruz told him implicitly that he should stop touching extremist organizations, saying that pornography, gambling and drugs are all part of the same family and he was touching the cake of many people.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He suddenly felt pain in his chest and coughed violently. He picked up the napkin on the table and covered his mouth with it. He saw blood on it. His eyelids trembled. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. He quickly rolled up the napkin and said, "Come in."

It was his chief of staff who came in, looking anxious.

"Sir, the Capitol is in emergency session, preparing to impeach you!"

Carter supported himself on the table with both hands, but when he stood up, he felt shaky all over. Why didn't he know?
Even the nice guys couldn't help but swear.

Mudd!

"This is betrayal!!" His face flushed sickly.

The chief of staff was afraid that the old man would be angry to death, so he came up and patted him on the back, lowering his voice, "They just think that your attitude towards Mexico is too weak, especially on issues in Latin America and the Middle East. They want you to make a statement. I think this is a demonstration."

"What do they want to do? They want me to start a war with Mexico? Don't they know that if there is a real war, they will be the ones who suffer... cough cough." Carter coughed violently.

"They want to give more help to Israel and the Middle Eastern drug cartels to fight Mexico."

Carter looked at the chief of staff fiercely, his lips trembling slightly, "Everett, are you responsible for delivering the message?" The chief of staff did not answer directly, but looked sad, "Sir, the United States... is not the United States where you have the final say. They do not want to start a direct conflict with Mexico, but you... make them feel weak."

Americans are actually very complicated...

Some are against the war, some promote war, some are racially discriminatory, and some believe in equality for all, but they are united in the interests of the United States, especially the "Mexican theft case," in which communication technology and weapons technology were stolen. Many of Mexico's official weapons are now in service with the U.S. military.

Boeing said it had never sold one.

Neither did Raytheon Technologies.

That’s strange, where did Mexico’s fighter jets and missiles come from?
Could it be transformed?
There really are aliens on the surface of the moon.

The CIA and the FBI have already entered major arms companies to conduct inspections, and they are actually in a panic internally, as they always feel that Commissioner Smith dares to sell anything.

But after checking, there was no problem.

This has caused many people to become nervous. Some congressmen believe that if this continues, all American assets will move to Mexico, and we cannot allow them to gain influence in Latin America so easily.

As for the peace agreement signed by Carter and Victor?
Anyway, this is not the first or second time that an agreement has been broken. After so many times, he has become shameless.

They are afraid...

They are afraid that they will lose their status as the beacon of humanity, afraid that they are not the number one country in the world, and afraid that there are people above them.

Just like the British now.

My ancestors were rich.

The United States is now expanding.

Even though so many people died during World War II, wasn't it for the national interest that the emperor was saved?
So, when it comes to interests, Americans are really shrewd.

Carter sat dejectedly in a chair, muttering to himself, "Why doesn't anyone know that our society is sick? What we need is to resolve conflicts internally, not create conflicts externally."

"When there are too many internal conflicts, external conflicts are also a means of venting." Chief of Staff Everett said softly.

Carter remained silent. He suddenly felt very tired. His body hunched over. He stayed like this for a few minutes, and the clock on the wall ticked away.

"What else do they want?"

"They want the bill to make concessions on legalizing drugs, adjusting for gender diversity, and allowing far-right groups to exist."

Each of these is stimulating the bottom line of Carter, a traditional and conservative man.

He really wanted to resign, but his strong sense of responsibility prevented him from saying it. He knew that if he resigned, the presidency would become vacant, and the internal power struggles and ideological changes would be even greater.

His power now is pitifully small.

"Let me think about it carefully, okay?" Carter raised his head and looked at Everett almost pleadingly. The chief of staff felt a little reluctant, his heart trembled, and he gritted his teeth, "They gathered on Capitol Hill just to wait for your response."

Force the emperor to abdicate!
At this moment, Carter suddenly thought, if Victor faced such a palace coup, what would he do?
Compromise?
I think so.

Carter's anger was instantly plucked out, "Let them discuss it themselves, but I hope they will think carefully about it. Drugs and gender diversity will destroy America."

Everett nodded vigorously.

Of course he knew that, but he also knew one thing: legalizing drug use would reduce law enforcement costs and increase government revenue. For example, the Netherlands began to allow legalization of M in a limited form in 1976, and avoided competition through government-run M sales, thereby reducing illegal transactions and criminal activities.

and…

There are many factors that lead to your drug abuse, such as the need for medication. So can my pharmaceutical company launch a drug for you?

Ha ha…

Carter was not wrong, and Congress was not wrong either. The only thing wrong was that there was opposition between the two sides.

"Also, I will never allow a head-on conflict with Mexico!"

Chief of Staff Everett: "They are not stupid. Mexico's missiles can really hit Wall Street and Washington."

He asked Carter to have a good rest, and he rushed to Capitol Hill without stopping.

报~
Lafayette, Carter agreed.

As the president, he felt so frustrated. He stood up, opened the window, looked at the ground, and had an urge to jump down.

But the wind blew and he calmed down instantly.

He closed the window and coughed silently with his head down.

...

And no one knows.

On the dark sky.

A group of six B-6 bombers, escorted by six F1s, flew across the Pacific Ocean and headed straight for Medellin, Colombia!
They belong to the 77th Mexican Air Force Group.

The mission this time was to bomb the Medellin Cartel, carrying cluster bombs.

Take advantage of the night and launch a long-range raid!
They didn’t even inform the people in Colombia…

We took off at 2 a.m., flew for nearly hours, and arrived over Medellin at a.m. In the dark, the cabin door opened, and following the command from the headquarters, the bombs were dropped!
Whoosh! !

After the sound of it sliding through the air, it suddenly fell to the ground with a loud bang. The sky suddenly became bright and the ground shook a few times. The people who were awakened by the loud noise jumped out of bed and ran out of the door screaming, thinking it was an earthquake.

Some of them didn't even have clothes on.

They looked at the raging fire in horror, with panic and screams ringing in their ears.

The bomb used this time is the GBU-39 cluster bomb developed by Mexico. It is lightweight, has a high hit rate, and the diameter of the explosion can reach 700 meters. It can even destroy 2 meters of reinforced concrete.

The first time it was used was in the Medellin Group.

Six B-6 bombers dropped nearly 1 tons of bombs in total, but the Medellin Group's air force did not even take off. Looking at the sea of ​​fire below, the satisfied flight commander gave the order to return.

But the plane landed at the Salvador airport and needed to refuel before coming back.

The streets of Medellín were filled with panicked civilians.

But war itself is like that...

They support Medellín, they hate the government, and they believe that drugs can bring them a good life, so they are naturally hostile to Victor.

The explosion could be heard clearly even in the capital, Bogota.

buzz~
The alarm then sounded at the air force base, and by the time their Soviet fighter jets flew up, everyone had run away.

at the same time.

12:3 a.m. on June 3th.

Victor posted a message on his social media: "Our warriors have dealt Medellin a blow to the head. I hope they can get up and pee."

Reporters from various countries squatting in front of their computers instantly perked up. Something happened in Medellin!
Soon, reporters in Colombia also forwarded the news.

Medellin… was bombed!
Mexico's air force passed through the airspace of Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua and Costa Rica.

But these are indeed rotten eggs. The air defense and radar systems are rubbish. Can they find the bomber groups?
If this happened to an Asian monster, the plane would take off in minutes.

can only say…

Mexico's military capabilities are superior.

Like beating a child...

(End of this chapter)