Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 540: No War in Mexico...

"The artillery fire fell like raindrops, the earth was shaking, and our lives were like candles in the wind." - "All Quiet on the Western Front".

The streets of Medellín were still burning with a strong fire.

Pablo's favorite coffee shop was also destroyed.

People spontaneously went to the ruins to carry out the people buried underneath. Some of them could no longer be seen...

The affected area of ​​this air raid reached more than 150 square kilometers. Of course, it was a one-shot bombing in the east and one-shot bombing in the west. It was far from the bombing of Berlin during World War II, and it could not be compared with LeMay's barbecue.

Li Mei: Boss, rub some salt into the wound!
However, the death toll is estimated to be more than 800.

It was night after all.

You can hear the cries of family members in the streets and alleys. When reporters walked on the streets, the burnt-dried construction materials were shattered to pieces with just a slight step.

Suddenly, a skinny young man ran towards the camera, startling the reporters. Standing in front of the camera, he gritted his teeth in Spanish, "The great Pablo will come back with revenge for us!"

"Victory to Pablo!!"

The people around also came over and shouted. I don’t know who raised their hands first and shouted, “Revenge! Revenge!”

Then everyone responded one after another.

"Quick, record this scene." The BBC reporter's eyes lit up.

He was more excited than when he found out his wife had given birth to a black child.

"This is called public opinion. Victor is a butcher. He is making his own decisions in civilized society."

But the young man in the team curled his lips in disdain and disagreed.

There will definitely be people who will condemn it, and at most they will take sides, but do you want them to get out of this?
impossible!

Villa Podzine in Medellin, located on the banks of the Bolce River, was built by the madman Pablo Escobar at great expense. For his daughter's birthday, he also spent 1400 million US dollars to customize a 1:1 height doll made of pure gold and placed it next to a fountain worth 200 million...

Of course, you can't see it now.

It was all melted.

This is Pablo’s mansion, and of course it is also a key bombing area.

Who can withstand cluster bombs?
Even if Ultraman comes, we have to shout "Yamai Diao".

At this time, Pablo was kneeling on the ground, holding a burnt Mickey Mouse doll in his hand. He was trembling all over, suppressing his emotions. Then, in the horrified eyes of everyone, he raised his head and said, "Hahahaha...hahahaha...hahahaha."

"Boss." Ochoa, the second most important person in Medellin, changed color. The doctor had diagnosed him as mentally ill and could not bear too much stimulation. Now...

Sure enough, Pablo grabbed a drug dealer's MAC-10 submachine gun and started shooting at the guys around him!
Ta-da! ...

Many people who didn't have time to react were knocked to the ground, holding their legs and feet and screaming in pain.

When the gun was turned towards Ochoa, the latter felt a chill all over his body and the hair on his tailbone stood up.

Ochoa seemed to have seen his parents coming to find him. Oh, his father was shot to death.

Anyone who has been pointed a gun at someone knows that when you're pointed at them, you want to pee.

Click! Click!
Pablo, with red eyes, pulled the trigger hard, but the bullets were all used up.

"Boss!"

Ochoa shouted quickly, and saw the other party's fierce eyes suddenly become clear, then his hands loosened, and he knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, howling loudly.

The expensive suit was covered in dust.

Ochoa breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt bad seeing Pablo crying. The cute little girl would call him "Uncle" every time she saw him, and even invite him to visit her doll collection room.

Now...it's blown up!

Pablo doted on his daughter Manuela so much that in winter, just because she said she was cold, he used 400 million US dollars as fire.

Pablo even told Ochoa that when his daughter turned 18, he would build a huge amusement park in her name so that all children in Colombia could play there for free every day.

Well...rich. Very, very rich.

However, it has come to an abrupt end now. My daughter is gone... My wife Maria Victoria Henau is recuperating in the UK due to illness.

Ochoa walked over slowly and held Pablo's shoulders. He didn't know how to comfort this childhood friend, so he could only say, "We must fight back, and we must make Victor suffer the most painful injury!"

Pablo lay on the ground howling as if he hadn't heard it.

Drug dealers...also have daughters.

Ochoa narrowed his eyes, his face filled with anger, "Victor, that's despicable!"

Hurting an innocent child!

...

"innocent?"

Propaganda Minister Goebbels looked at the reporters below with a frown on his face. "No, no, no, her father used the money from drug trafficking to buy her new clothes and toys. These were all built on the suffering of others. She has enjoyed the benefits, so she has no complaints about dying."

The female reporter below heard his sophistry and shouted in dissatisfaction, "She's just a child!"

Goebbels leaned back slightly, revealing his double chin. He had been eating too well recently. He spread his hands and said, "So, we just blew her up. If she grows up and becomes involved in drug trafficking, we will bleed her and hang her upside down on the balcony for an eagle to eat her."

"The youngest victim of the Grand Commercial Plaza was only eight months old. We cannot and will not forget their deep-sea blood feud. There is no possibility of reconciliation between us and the drug dealers. Either they die or we die!"

"Mexicans are ready to be condemned by the whole world, but we will not stop our fight against drugs."

Goebbels said it lightly, but the reporters below were terrified.

"We said we would kill the entire family of drug dealers, and we never break our promises. Moreover, I can assure you that the bombing of Medellin will not be just once. This will become a long-term mission. Any country that dares to hinder the bombing mission will be regarded as an accomplice of drug dealers!"

He sorted the folders on the table and was about to leave when he stopped and forced out a creepy smile. "Of course, we also welcome anyone to criticize or correct us. Please come to Mexico and speak in person."

shameless!

Your grandma's legs, let's come to Mexico, how can that be good?

Purple Bullet Administrator, right?
"They should all be tried by the International Court of Justice!" Some reporters could not stand Goebbels' arrogance, but did not dare to speak loudly and could only mutter softly.

The colleague next to him covered his mouth with his hand.

"You don't want to be hot, can you say that here?"

and…

During the Mexican-American War, Victor was wanted by the International Court of Justice, and then...

Eggs are useless.

Did you know that your wanted warrant can't even cross the Pacific Ocean?

Victor is a typical person who is not afraid of being bitten by a mosquito.

"let's go."

The reporters shook their heads and said there was nothing they could do unless the US military imposed sanctions.

Regarding the collision of the Pacific Fleets, the US military has only protested so far.

If protesting had worked, Victor would be dead.

As soon as Goebbels stepped down from the stage, his secretary trotted over and said, "The Fuehrer will convene a meeting of ministers in the afternoon."

He checked the time. "What time?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon."

Goebbels nodded slightly, "I understand."

It's still eleven o'clock, so I can still have lunch and take a nap.

He was in a good mood, humming a little tune as he walked back to the office. Along the way, he met familiar colleagues who greeted him.

I first turned on the computer on my desk and logged into the social platform, and saw that Victor had posted another update two hours ago:
"The three parties of the People's Union have passed a tariff-free agreement. The world has never been just about disputes, but also about peace and win-win. Mexico will reach full cooperation with others in communication technology!"

Below are messages from netizens from all over the world.

"Three poor countries, no tariffs? What will they sell to each other? Bananas?" - American netizen.

"It's ridiculous. I've been to China. There's garbage everywhere. It's the worst place I've ever been to. I don't think they have a future. You should cooperate with us in India. We also have a population of more than one billion!"

"Everyone knows that Asia's wealth lies in South Korea, and Victor's choice to cooperate with China will only lead to starvation. As for the communication technology he mentioned? I asked my American friends, and they said it was very simple and had no technical content at all." - Korean netizen.

"I am very happy to see the cooperation between two big countries. I am very happy. I also support Victor's strong anti-drug efforts. Drug dealers and human traffickers are the same and they all deserve to die. Whoever whitewashes the drug dealers is an idiot, alpaca." - Canadian netizen.

This "social platform" built in Mexico has no swear words blocked and is filled with male hormones everywhere.

Sometimes Goebbels felt that the post was too dirty. He silently liked the Führer's post and was about to close the webpage when he saw a message in his background.

He clicked on it and saw that it was an email, an appointment letter sent by the Secretariat of the Presidential Office.

Mexico began to use computers for office work in all state-owned enterprises and institutions in early 1992.

The United States began using it in the early 70s.

“Appoints Belsaria Rumsfeld as President of the Mexican Red Cross and President of the Mexican Fundación Next Gen.”

At that time, the International Red Cross still had a good image.

The appointment letter was stamped with the president's seal.

Of course Goebbels had no objection. He replied with an OK and closed the webpage.

Victor never concealed his nepotism, but the children in his family were all ugly.

There is not a single capable one.

Just like the Sima family.

All his cousins ​​are always causing trouble for him. Many people help him for his sake, but these guys are greedy.

But you can't just ignore them, or people will accuse you of being harsh, so you set up the "Vieri Family Foundation", which provides direct sponsorship to those who want to study abroad and provides interest-free loans to those who want to do business, but they have to pay them back. If you lose money, you have to pay the minimum wage for Mexico's five-guarantee households every month.

600 pesos…

Love or not.

Belsaria Rumsfeld has received higher education, so Victor will certainly let her be in charge of many things. You see, it won't be long before she can even manage a department.

Goebbels suddenly thought of a figure, Belsaria's cousin whom he met at the Führer's wedding.

It seems to be a bit interesting to me.

Do I have to sell some of my looks too?

Being a relative will always lead to faster development than being a subordinate.

You can think about it carefully.

Marriage is a business. If you can sell it at a better price, why not do it?

Of course, Victor had no idea that Goebbels had thought so much.

He is very busy.

After the Medellin bombing, Carter personally called to express his concern.

"War never keeps women and children away, sir. The only thing to blame is their followers of Pablo."

Carter on the other side said in a bleak tone, "You are too extreme. This is not a good thing."

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Is America going to be the last one?"

The other side suddenly became quiet.

"Your actions have frightened the conservatives in Parliament."

Americans are actually very complicated. They allow others to criticize the US government in movies and even blow up the White House. This is very common. After all, it's entertainment to death.

But if you mix anti-capitalist ideas into the film, for example, then, well, they'll explode.

Will try every possible way to kill you.

Didn't the Soviet Union's "Liberation" series of films promote the Soviet army's bravery in World War II and add some ideas? Why didn't they show it in the United States?

It was also banned after the collapse of the Soviet Union.

Anyone in Latin America who dares to make this kind of movie is looking for death.

Mexico and Cuba found that they could not eradicate the disease because it had already grown bigger.

There's no way to get rid of you.

But after Carter came to power, one of the demands of the extreme right organizations was: go to war with Victor, blow up the anti-capitalist ideas, we need capital!
They are afraid.

Why was the Russian bear afraid during the famous island battle?
Their missiles and weapons are invincible. It is no exaggeration to say that they can completely dominate the world.

In the final analysis, the soldiers of the East China University are not afraid of death. More profoundly, they have never firmly established themselves as the big brother of the camp!

A soldier leaving Prague and using guns to attack a fraternal party is just a red terror with its fangs bared!
In the final analysis...

Some people in the United States thought that Mexico would collapse because the drug prohibition was too brutal and because Victor’s rule was too undemocratic.

But gradually...

They found that the Mexican people were willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of drug control and for their livelihood.

American capitalism is scared. What are they? They are scum who hang out with drug dealers for money.

They sell the rope with which they hang themselves for money.

When Mexico, Cuba and the University of the East strengthen cooperation on economic, military and people's livelihood issues.

They found that…

The giant bear that once fell has turned into an eagle, and it is very close to the United States, just a pee away.

They did not dare to use force against Mexico. They planned to use the methods they used against the Soviet Union, using ideology and prolonging the front line to drag down their opponents.

Sink Mexico's military into the quagmire of Latin American drug traffickers.

When you can no longer afford the consumption, you will be dragged down. At that time, you can promote anti-war activities and train farmers in Mexico. In ten, twenty, or thirty years, you will definitely drag down Mexico!
Victor's face was calm when he heard Carter's words. "Perhaps, you have never really regarded the people as human beings. You are just afraid that someone can stand above you. Even you are the same. You treat the people more like wild dogs, and you are just giving them dog food."

These words seemed to irritate Carter, "Shut up! You are slandering me!"

"really?"

It's so fucking infuriating.

"You have an aggressive personality, Victor. This is not good for your future development."

"Dead people are not aggressive, and then they died. Okay, Mr. Carter, don't worry, I understand your desire to be a good person, so just do it slowly. However, I hope you won't interfere in the anti-drug cause."

After Victor finished speaking, he hung up the phone without giving the old man any face at all.

"Why are you so angry?" Belsalia came over with a bowl of soup. She enjoyed being a good wife and mother and even cooked by herself.

According to her, family life is about the daily necessities of life. If all the daily necessities are left to the servants and everyone is busy with their lives, then where is the fun?
"Pedantic Carter." Victor snorted twice. "He's like a puppet, without any opinion of his own. He wants to reform, but he doesn't dare to make up his mind. And he actually expects me to change?"

"Mr. Carter is a good man." Belsaria said softly, helping him scoop the soup.

"A good person can't sit in this position. I have a feeling that he will be gone in half a year or at most a year. You may not know that a group of congressmen on Capitol Hill forced him to change domestic and foreign policies two days ago, and they didn't even notify him of the meeting..."

Victor said with disdain, "If it were me, I would send soldiers to shoot them all..."

Belsalia pushed him and said, "Don't talk about that. Come and try some ginseng chicken soup." She is an American, and of course she knows the situation in the United States.

Even Roosevelt didn't dare to say anything to Congress, let alone Carter?

Victor drank a mouthful of chicken soup, gave Belsaria a thumbs up, and kept praising her, with his emotional value at the maximum.

"Have your father and the others called you? Recently?"

Speaking of this, Belsaria looked worried. "When the news of our marriage spread back to the United States, many extremists ran to the door to protest, saying that we were traitors..."

"Someone even climbed over the wall and tried to get into the house, but luckily he was spotted by the bodyguards and nothing happened."

"If all else fails, come to Mexico to hide."

"I told my grand uncle, but he said..."

"The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. Although many members of extreme right organizations oppose him now, there are also people who support him. This is a good time to enhance the reputation of the Rumsfeld family."

Victor was stunned. Your uncle is really fashionable. What he said does make some sense.

There is no such thing as easy success.
Want to start a business without taking any risks?
It is said that Zhu Yuanzhang once sold his buttocks. (Gouzi Literature)

Cultivating hope is very useful in any era.

"Then tell them to be careful and tell them directly if they need anything. I am also waiting for him to take the presidency."

Belsaria smiled and continued to scoop soup for him, "Drink more."

I'm not afraid of killing him, Victor is still too weak.

"What smells so strong?"

Belsalia's face changed, "Oh oh oh, I still have fish cooking inside." Then she ran in hurriedly.

Victor shook his head helplessly.

"Dingling bell~"

Just then, the phone on the table rang. Who would call home for no reason?

Victor walked over while chewing chicken and picked up the phone. "Hey!"

His expression gradually became restrained, his eyes narrowed, and his gaze was fierce, "I know, catch him and torture him severely!"

...

In Tijuana, next to its iconic building, the "White Arch", there is a fruit shop.

The area is not large, about 300 square meters.

But in this place where every inch of land is valuable, the annual rent alone is 9 pesos, equivalent to 5 US dollars.

There is a lot of passenger flow, after all, there are a lot of people here and it is close to the scenic area.

The owner of this store is Valentino Vieri, and you can tell what kind of person he is just by listening to his name.

Victor's cousin, the second son of his father's eldest brother.

He is not young anymore, probably close to 40, and his skin looks very dark. His life was not very good in the past.

The family of three relied on him to make a living as a rickshaw driver, but who would have known that his cousin would actually... become rich.

He had also met Victor. According to his own words, his cousin was so majestic that he didn't dare to look him in the eye.

At that time, everyone felt that they would become rich, after all, they were royal relatives.

Of course, Valentino Vieri also lived a good life. Every day, people invited him to dinner and drinks, and he didn't have to spend any money of his own.

He gets drunk every day and beats his wife when he gets home. When his wife talks to him, he glares at her and tells her to get out. My cousin is a leader, so why can’t I marry a beautiful wife?
later…

problem occurs.

The family began to crack down severely, especially on people like him who had been reprimanded many times by Victor and were left to fend for themselves, although they could also take out loans from the family fund.

If you drink and socialize under my name again, I will bring you to justice!

The quality of life of the royal family suddenly declined. Many people complained that Victor was unkind, including Valentino Vieri. He found that many people stopped inviting him to dinner and drinks after they realized he was useless.

He gritted his teeth, borrowed $200,000, and moved to Tijuana with his wife and children to open a fruit shop.

Business is pretty good.

Just as he was taking a break after finishing a job, he heard his teenage son, who was chewing on a tangerine, say, "Dad, Uncle Stuart is here."

Valentino Vieri looked up and saw a man walking in from the door. He was wearing glasses and looked very ordinary.

This is his card-playing and drinking buddy. They have known each other for more than half a year and they have a very good relationship.

"What? Sold out? Business is good."

Valentino Vieri smiled and waved his hand, "It's hard-earned money, not like you who rely on your skills."

"Haha, don't embarrass me. I brought some food. How about a drink at noon?" Stuart said, raising the vodka in his hand.

Valentino Vieri's eyes lit up, he nodded vigorously, and said to his son, "Go next door and order some dishes."

"it is good!"

The son jumped up and ran to the restaurant next door.

The two of them sat there and chatted about this and that. Forty minutes later, the owner of the restaurant next door brought over the food, and they set up the table and prepared to feast.

"Sister-in-law, nephew, would you like to eat something together?"

Valentino Vieri's wife smiled and said, "You guys eat first, I'll do the math later."

"Don't worry about them, let's have a drink first."

He poured wine for the other person first, then poured himself some and took a sip, with a look of emotion on his face.

"Come, come, eat."

The two of them drank one glass after another, and Valentino Vieri's face turned a little red.

Stuart glanced at the distance, where Valentino’s wife was busy. He glanced at Valentino and saw that his eyes were blurred. He said casually, “I heard you say that you and Mr. Yuan are relatives, right?”

"He's my cousin."

"So your cousin is selling fruit here? You must be bragging, hahahaha, look at the Gonzalez (Casares family), some of them have started companies and become high-ranking officials..."

"How could it be bragging?"

Valentino glared and said in a low voice, "My cousin just wants us to be self-reliant."

Stuart laughed and said, "I don't think you are his own people at all."

"If Anthony treated you as his own, would he still sell fruits to you? He would have been sent to military school by now." He said and glanced at Valentino's son next to him.

When the other person heard his name, he looked up and grinned, with flesh still on his teeth.

Stuart almost felt sick to his stomach.

"Maybe, he doesn't even want to recognize you. I've seen too many cases of people getting rich and not recognizing their relatives. It's too common."

Valentino didn't say anything, just kept drinking.

Stuart's eyes rolled, "You can't make much money selling fruits, I have a business that guarantees you will make a fortune."

"What?" Valentino's eyes lit up when he heard about getting rich.

"You know I'm doing media interviews for a Cuban company. It's hard to do business these days. Many people like to hear gossip. I want to ask you something about President Victor. The minimum is 200 pesos per interview. If I make any money, we'll split it in half."

Valentino's eyes glowed.

But he was hesitant, "No... not very good."

"What's wrong? You're his cousin. I'm not asking for secrets. I just want to hear some gossip. I can give you up to 5 pesos!"

"Gulp~" Valentino swallowed, his eyes shining, hesitant, "What do you want to know?"

"Does Victor come home every year? When exactly does he come back?"

"He will come to Tijuana for a two-day stay. Last year it was in December. This year it should be these two days. I don't know the exact date."

Stuart narrowed his eyes and asked anxiously, "Then ask for me, then... I want to take two photos secretly, I can sell a photo for a lot of money, I will give you half."

"How much is that?" asked Valentino's son Anthony.

"About $2."

Both father and son gasped.

"Okay! I'll ask for you. You can't lie to me. I've spent a lot of time in Mexico City and I have a good relationship with them. Can I go to the old place to find you?"

"I'll come if you call me."

"Okay! Thank you for helping me make money. When I get my share of the money, I will take you to a good place, hehe." Valentino raised his glass and drank it all.

The two of them drank until about one in the afternoon, when Stuart staggered away.

Anthony looked at his father on the ground and was about to help him up. As soon as he touched him, he saw his father's eyes open. "Is he gone?"

? ? ? ?
"gone."

Valentino covered his head and got up. "Quick! Call the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The business card is in the drawer. Just say I met a spy."

"Ah? Uncle Stuart is a spy?" Anthony asked in surprise with his eyes wide open.

“I don’t think so.”

"Fuck you, why did I give birth to such a fool like you? He keeps asking about Victor and even gives me money? How can it be so good? Is it a pie in the sky? Or have the Americans turned to the socialist camp?"

“There must be something wrong!”

Anthony's face was twisted into a knot, and he whispered, "Then why should we help Victor? Isn't he bad to our family?"

Valentino looked at him fiercely, gritting his teeth, "I really fucking wanted to throw you against the wall. Is your mother cheating on you? You have the same IQ as a dog!"

“If it weren’t for Victor, your dad would still be pulling a rickshaw, and you’d still be eating dog shit while growing up.”

"Although it won't make us rich, you have to understand that without Victor, our family of three would just be corpses in the sewer, and we wouldn't know when they would rot."

"With Victor, no matter what, everyone will give us three shares, and our business will be better. Do you think we deliver fruits to government agencies every day because our goods are good? It's because our last name is Vieri!"

Anthony, who was scolded, didn't dare to look up.

Valentino was tired of scolding, and glared, "Why don't you go and make a phone call?"

Anthony nodded hurriedly, and accidentally knocked over the stool when he stood up.

"Don't keep scolding him like that." The wife muttered softly.

Valentino frowned and snorted, "You're so stupid, I don't know who you look like."

Anthony ran to the cashier, took out a business card with the words "Ministry of Internal Affairs" written on it from the drawer, and dialed the number.

"Hello, this is the 13th Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

It is the Thirteen Guardians, the secret police department.

"I...I want to report it. A spy has been found in my house."

The other party immediately perked up and said, "Please tell me your address and name."

"My name is Anthony Vieri, and my home is in Vieri Fruit Shop on Revolution Avenue."

The intelligence department over there was startled, as they knew several important positions very well.

Including this "Vieri Fruit Shop".

"right away."

Half an hour later, an ordinary Santana drove to the door and three men got out of the car.

As they walked in, they looked around.

"Hello, would you like to buy some fruit?"

"Excuse me, is Mr. Valentino here? Section 13." The leader took out his ID.

Valentino, who was walking out of the bathroom, happened to see it, his eyes lit up, and he walked over, "It's me."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand.

The leading man frowned, but still shook hands.

"My name is Hermann Goering, Chief of Section Thirteen in Tijuana."

The colleagues who followed behind him looked at each other in confusion. The director was a mysophobe and it was not easy for him to shake hands with others.

But it makes sense, after all the other party’s surname is Vieri.

"Please sit down, please sit down."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"Of course!"

Valentino told the story of what happened between him and Stuart.

Hermann Goering listened patiently.

The talk lasted nearly an hour.

"I think I'll need your help next."

"No problem, Vieri's descendants have the responsibility to defend Mexico!" Valentino said righteously.

This made Hermann Goering couldn't help but look at him twice more.

"Then tomorrow, you can ask him out for a drink, and leave the rest to us."

"it is good."

Valentino rubbed his hands together, somewhat excitedly, "Can we put our names on the report then?"

This guy is still smart!
A very smart... bottom-level person.

Hermann Goering habitually looked him up and down, and when he saw Valentino's body stiffened, he realized that he was being impolite, so he smiled and nodded, "No problem."

It just feels a little fake.

After coming out of the fruit shop, he got in the car, took out a disinfected napkin from the trim and wiped his palms, even wiping the gaps clean.

"Director, which department do you think Stuart serves?"

"No matter who he is, I know that I can definitely catch a big fish this time."

Being able to stay close to Valentino for half a year means that he has been there for a long time.

The Tijuana Prison Thirteen has not been popular for a long time.

CIA?

Mossad?
MI6?

Whoever comes will die!

(End of this chapter)