Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 541: Latin American version of "Holding the emperor hostage to control the princes"? (Seeking monthly votes!)
"Cough cough cough..."

Rosalin was sitting in the living room downstairs watching TV, rubbing her hands awkwardly, listening to the creepy cough, and occasionally looking up at the study upstairs.

“Ahem!!”

When Carter coughed again, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and ran upstairs, turned the handle of the study, but it didn't open, she knocked on the door hurriedly, "Jimmy, Jimmy, are you okay?"

The sound of a trash can being dragged around came from the study, and then Carter said, "I'm fine, I just caught a cold."

"Do you want to call a private doctor to come and take a look?"

Carter looked at the blood coughed up on the table with trembling hands, fear flashing in his eyes.

He is afraid of death too!

Hearing his wife's question, he shouted at the top of his voice, "No, you go and have a rest, I'll be here... cough cough cough, I'll come when I'm done."

Rosalin left with a worried look on her face.

Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, Carter raised his head with a look of struggle on his face.

He felt like there was a stone pressing on his chest and couldn't breathe.

On the table lay a notice from Congress.

"Raise taxes on the public and eliminate ongoing subsidies for veterans' benefits."

He even "enthusiastically" signed his name "Carter" on it.

brute!

What a bunch of beasts!
Carter is not a fool, he is an elite, and there is nothing wrong with that. Precisely because he is an elite, he knows what American society is like.

Victor scolded him: "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 just give them dog food."

In fact, it is the soft spot in his heart.

If we look at the United States from the root, we will find that it is a very strange country. Any country in the world must please the lower classes to a certain extent. No matter how divided the upper and lower classes are in any country, there is one relationship that is unavoidable.

That is an exploitative relationship.

You have to work hard to create a good life for the bosses above you, otherwise, how can your boss drive a Porsche?
But the United States is different, they are sucking the blood of the whole world!

They are using American values ​​and the U.S. military to reap the world, and they are really pursuing profit.

They and the bottom of society do not even have the most basic exploitation. Of course, it’s not that it doesn’t exist, but it’s not that important.

This is also why the colonists have always advocated freedom.

Nonsense, people treat you like an animal, not a human being. When you bark like a dog, people are laughing at you.

What is this called?
This is called class segregation!

It's the same thing as reproductive isolation.

If you don’t believe it, you can take a look. The bottom of the United States is now flat, but it can still function. A country where millions of people died of a disease has not collapsed? !
It's really hard to understand.

So for international capital and American elites, they don’t care about the feelings of the lower classes at all. They don’t have to worry about population and education issues because there are a large number of immigrants coming to die every year anyway, and they don’t have to worry about public security issues.

Because the poor and the rich cannot live together.

In ancient China, the aristocratic families and the literati shared the world. In the United States, international capital and the elites share the world.

Is the United States the richest country in the world?
Yes!

Is the United States the country with the most powerful military in the world?
Yes!

But later, when checking the accounts on Xiaohongshu, we found out that an American has to work three jobs to support himself, and he also has to go to the hospital to sell blood regularly to have vegetables to eat.

Can you imagine the living conditions in the most awesome country in the world?

If Fat Tiger comes, he will be as hungry as Ge You.

Then why not just eat Guanyin soil?
Of course the lower classes were angry, which is why the Black Panther Party was able to exist.

revolution!

Whose life is being taken?

Kill the American elite!
The Black Panther Party, with Victor's support behind the scenes, has now started guerrilla warfare. They have no shortage of weapons or money. They promote Mexican values ​​every day and have managed to pull together an armed force of more than 3000 people in the poorest state of Mississippi.

And pay these people wages...

His hourly wage is comparable to that of the president of Washington, and he is forcibly dividing the United States.

Living in a muddle-headed way every day and only having a mouthful of food to eat is not human. The welfare system that the United States is so proud of is like giving a spoonful of dog food to a dog in a kennel. What's the difference? The old, weak, sick and disabled will still starve to death.

Because he fights on behalf of the lower class.

His return to isolationism has harmed the interests of international capital, but he has created jobs and provided value to the lives of the lower classes.

Then you gave them benefits, and the elites were unhappy. You took Commissioner Smith's money and gave it to beggars?
Bold!

presumptuous!

So, when Trump stepped down, those four years were simply a life worse than death, because the elites wanted him dead, and international capital wanted him dead!
Didn't Mei Xizong scold him, saying that he had shaken the foundation of the country.

The foundation of the United States has never been the lower classes, but the elites.

Although Trump is not in office now, isn’t this what Carter is doing now?

Provide benefits to veterans?
Provide welfare to poor people?

Giving welfare to illegal immigrants?

Wang Defa!
Do you know how many fewer cigars the elite have to smoke at the end of the year?

Aren't you making them feel bad?

Therefore, even in the most difficult period in the United States, there are still so many members of Congress on Capitol Hill forcing him to step down. If you continue like this, you are a traitor, and only the elites can save America.

Carter's character is still too soft, not as fierce as Trump. He is like a ship swaying in the sea. He cannot stand firm between the two universal values.

Doomed to fail.

Whether you can survive... is a question.

But that doesn't mean he didn't have a temper. He grabbed the phone on the table and called Chief of Staff Avery. It's funny...

He is now like an emperor under house arrest. He has no power and his orders cannot even be transmitted outside the "palace".

And the chief of staff he chose was actually the "eunuch" sent by Congress to isolate him!

Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!

When the other party picked up the phone, Carter said angrily, "Let them re-elect a president. I'm old and I want to retire."

Avery on the opposite side whispered soothingly, as if he was coaxing a child.

You don't want to do it?
Who should do it?

Finally a fool jumps up on his own, so of course I have to use it.

After hanging up the phone, Everett threw the phone aside.

A pair of white and tender hands touched his chest, and a female star who often appeared in Hollywood movies bit his ear, "Who is it? Darling~"

"Just an old man, it doesn't matter, baby, let's continue!!" Everett shouted and pounced on him.

did you see…

Only by following the masters can you eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks.

And Carter cried in the study...

"America is finished, America is finished!!"

The cries made people feel a little bit sad.

How about this, for my sake, the United States will be divided into two parts, USA and USB, so no one has to fight over it.

Zoom in—

The moon in the sky is still high in the starry sky, overlooking the earth and all living beings!

The moon quietly disappears, the sun slowly emerges, everything is shrouded in golden light, and a new day full of hope comes quietly.

Stuart stretched lazily and walked out of a small shop with a sign saying "Hair Salon".

Feel refreshed after doing X.

Of course, we're talking about three-hour players like us, three minutes?

Don't waste your money.

He was humming a little tune and found a booth to eat breakfast. "Boss, I want a taco and two eggs."

As soon as I sat down, I heard loud and excited quarrels.

Curious, he knelt up and looked into the distance, and saw the police driving away a family of three. The man was cursing and speaking rudely.

"It's inhumane! Do you want to go NC? Do you want to learn Hit X? You are persecuting, Victor is persecuting!"

The policeman following behind him was not polite either. He picked up his baton and hit him on the head. He was knocked down with one blow. The woman and child next to him cried loudly.

"Don't want to leave? Then I'll send you to the Sonora desert to grow coffee!" The leading policeman spat in the man's face and waved his hand. People on both sides pushed the man into the car.

Going to Sonora to grow coffee?

Then you will have to deal with heaven and earth for the rest of your life.

Of course Stuart knew who those people were, and he felt a little sad for the Israelis in Mexico.

"Serves you right!"

The boss came over with a taco and said in a very familiar way, "There are no good people in Israel."

"Every country has good people and bad people. You are exaggerating, haha," Stewart said with a laugh.

"Israel doesn't have it. Didn't the news show that they are killing innocent people in the Middle East? And Mossad even blew up our Grand Plaza. How is this different from a terrorist organization?"

The boss is an angry young man, his mouth is like a machine gun, "Besides, that family is not good people. The man used to work for drug dealers and was responsible for accounting. If it weren't for the amnesty after Mexico's liberation, he would not have been able to get out. After he got out, his mouth was still dirty and he was always dissatisfied with the country's policies. This time I let him go, but he still refused to leave, so he can only be imprisoned in Sonora Prison."

Stuart smiled and didn't say much, for fear of any problems.

Just as I stuffed the taco into my mouth, the phone on the table rang.

"Hey."

"Brother, it's me, Valentino. I have something to tell you. Come here quickly."

Stuart showed surprise on his face, "Okay, I'll be right there!"

He swallowed the taco in one bite, put the money on the table, shouted to the boss, and hurried to the "White Arch".

The shutter door of "Vieri's Fruit Shop" was half exposed, and he went in. As soon as he entered, before he could even open his mouth, he was pressed to the ground by someone.

He was horrified to see several men appear around him, and his old friend Valentino was standing in front of him with a calm expression.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing! What are you going to do!" he shouted loudly.

Hermann Goering squatted down, took out his ID, pointed to the badge on it, and said, "Do you recognize it?"

When Stuart saw the badge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, his face turned pale and his mouth trembled. "No... I don't know."

"I just like to be tough. I hope you can still say it later." Hermann Goering smiled and didn't care at all.

No one can remain silent under the Thirteen Tigers' moves. Do you think you are Huang Feihong?

"Pooh!"

Valentino also came over and showed his face. "You are a rotten salted fish and a rotten bird egg. You want to turn me against me? Who are you? What's my background? Do you think I am a fool to be your grandfather?"

"Take him away." Hermann Goering waved his hand and put a hood on Stuart. Before leaving, he smiled and said to Valentino that he would convey his contribution.

"Thank you!"

This made Valentino keep thanking him from behind.

The people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs threw Stewart into the trunk and drove away in the old car.

"Director, where are you going?"

"Go make him some snake soup."

"Yes!" Colleagues from the Internal Affairs Bureau sounded excited, as if they had thought of something fun.

Stuart, who was in the trunk, had his hands tied, but he could hear what they were saying. He cried out in his heart, "My life is over!"

I don't know how long it was bumpy.

The car stopped...

The trunk was opened, and Stuart was dragged to the ground. The hood was pulled off, and the dazzling sunlight made his pupils shrink suddenly and a little blurry.

When his vision slowly returned, he saw that he was actually in a pit!
The pit was about one and a half meters deep, just up to his neck, and less than a few dozen centimeters wide. Before Stuart could react, a basin of unknown liquid poured onto him.

A fishy smell!

It almost made Stuart sick to his stomach.

"Let's find some guys to keep you company." Hermann Goering squatted beside him and waved his hand. Two agents from the Internal Affairs Bureau opened the prepared sacks and poured them all into the pit.

snake! !

Damn, they are all snakes!!!
Stuart screamed. He was most afraid of snakes. These molluscs would stick out their tongues and be wet all over, which was disgusting!

He tried to climb out of the pit, but Hermann Goering hit him with a stick.

None of the snakes here are extremely venomous, such as the hog-nosed snake, black king snake, bull snake, and forest king snake. A bite from them is very painful.

There are at least more than seventy of them in this pit... Who wouldn't be scared after seeing this?

"Don't worry too much. This is only the first level. We have five levels here. This is the snake, the next is the scorpion, then the centipede, and then the toad. If you can get through them all, then congratulations, you are a tough guy. In the last level, we will tear open your scalp and pour honey into it..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what do you think of putting bullet ants on it? I want to see if they can get in..."

After Hermann Goering said this, Stuart almost broke down and burst into tears.

A man...crying like this must be very sad.

"Tell me! Who are you and who do you serve?"

Stuart is obviously not that tough. The most important thing is that his life is his own...

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm an intelligence broker, I'm only responsible for selling intelligence..."

"Victor's information is worth a lot on the black market. If I could find out his exact whereabouts, Mossad would offer $60, the Medellin Cartel $200 million, the Cali Cartel $150 million, and the CIA $30. I just want to make that money."

Just knowing his whereabouts is worth nearly five million dollars? !

You said they are stingy, but they don't seem to be stingy.

But Hermann Goering became annoyed and said, "I dreamed of getting promoted and getting rich all night, and you tell me you are just a punk?"
In a rage, he picked up the stick beside him and stabbed it hard, hitting the opponent's chest. Stuart fell into the group of snakes.

The irritated community immediately began to attack and bite.

The face, neck, stomach and other parts were bitten by the snake.

He screamed in pain and rolled back and forth.

The bodyguard of the Internal Affairs Bureau couldn't help swallowing when he saw this scene. He glanced at Hermann Goering next to him and lowered his head.

Damn, the director must be a psychopath.

"Save...save me, save me..." Stuart cried, "I have information, I have information to tell you!"

Hermann Goering's brows relaxed, and he squinted his eyes and glanced at his subordinates beside him.

The latter gritted their teeth and used bamboo poles to swat the snake away, then made him stand up holding the stick, which took a lot of effort.

"Don't lie to me. If you try to fool me with some street gossip, huh."

Stuart's lips were trembling.

There are rumors in the intelligence brokerage world that the Mexican Intelligence Agency is simply inhumane, and that the NC is still in power and their methods are cruel. Many well-known brokers have never been heard from again after they came in.

Of course Stewart believed it, but people die for money and birds die for food, and the CIA gave too much.

Don’t you think about it? Why would the CIA prefer to spend a lot of money instead of doing it themselves?

Isn’t it because the CIA, Mossad and others suffered heavy losses here?
现在都1992年12月了，光是1月份到10月份，摩萨德的情报人员在墨西哥被击毙了62名…

This was clearly stated in a "National Security White Paper" issued by the Mexican Ministry of the Interior on November 11.

They don't even give you any face.

They also released frontal photos of those who were shot dead, which caused quite a stir at the time.

After all, everyone sends spies to other countries.

Who doesn't do it?
If something happens, just keep it to yourself and don't make it public. It won't look good. After all, this is the unspoken rule.

But it is really unique for someone like Victor to reveal his true colors.

Mossad and the Mexican Intelligence Agency have a blood feud.

What does that equate to?
It’s the folks of the University of Tokyo vs. Japan.

Why not high-rise? Haha, calcium supplements are not enough.

Stuart was shaking all over. These snakes were not poisonous, but it really hurt. If you don't believe it, you can go find a snake to bite you.

Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years. This is not just an saying.

"I've learned from my intelligence that Pablo of Medellín is preparing to buy an atomic bomb!"

"You fucking fart!"

When Hermann Goering heard this, he jumped up and wanted to kick the other person. It’s okay if you say Pablo likes men, but why do you do this?
You take me for an idiot.

Who sells? Who dares to sell?

"I'm serious!" Stuart shouted sharply, "The Soviet Union, the collapse of the Soviet Union has caused several missiles to be lost!"

Hermann Goering's feet were only a few centimeters away from the other person's face, and the stench of the feet could be smelled, which almost made Stuart vomit.

Fuck you, you stepped on dog shit.

Hermann Goering's face twitched, and he was in a state of confusion, because Stuart was right, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, several missiles were indeed missing, although they had been trying their best to deny it, but...

This is something that almost all intelligence agencies in the world know.

Even the United Nations is concerned about the expanding nuclear threat.

Could it really have been bought by Medellin?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
What if it is?

What is the commissioner afraid to sell?

I don't feel bad for my son.

Isn't it uncommon to take money and turn to capitalism? Isn't that what the Soviet Union did later?
If this is true...

Oh my God!
Hermann Goering's eyelids twitched slightly, and he put his feet down. "If this is true, don't worry, you have been recruited. You can have money, women, and power if you want, but if you lie to us..."

"Absolutely not, absolutely not!"

"If I lie to you, my whole family will die." Stuart raised his hand and swore to himself.

Hermann Goering's expression gradually relaxed. "Pull him up, send him to the hospital, call the police station and ask them to send someone to keep an eye on him. If he dares to run, shoot him."

Stuart was sweating all over...

When he was dragged up, he fell directly to the ground.

Mexico is scarier than North Korea.

Hermann Goering immediately reported the matter to his superior, George Smiley.

"What!!"

When the latter heard this, he was so angry that he ran to tell the head of state.

The Thirteen Protectors are absolute confidants, not everyone is Kim Jae-gyu (the one who assassinated Takagi Masao).

So he could go straight to the top floor of the National Palace.

Even standing outside, you can hear the laughter inside, and it's obvious that they are in a good mood.

George Smiley took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He went inside.

I saw Victor entertaining guests from the East who had come from afar.

An old man who was the Minister of Foreign Economic Relations and Trade at the time, which was the predecessor of the Ministry of Commerce.

He came to Mexico secretly, without any welcoming ceremony or live TV broadcast.

After all, it’s better to keep the things discussed by both parties confidential.

There are many things to discuss...

For example, they bought F-15 fighter jets from Mexico and RQ-4 Global Hawk, but because foreign exchange was not enough, there was only 1992 billion US dollars in foreign exchange in 192...

So the other party hopes to use other means to settle the account, such as sending senior agricultural experts to conduct professional surveys of Mexican land.

Another way is to use rare earths, tungsten ore, antimony ore and barite as collateral.

Of course Victor wouldn't refuse.

Mexico’s strategic map has never been Asia. The best thing is to take food from the Americans.

and…

The Chinese market is urgently needed by Mexico's communications industry. Occupying the market before Motorola and Nokia and waiting for the Internet revolution to emerge will be a steady source of money.

Who can have a market as big as China?

Moreover, the 90s was the beginning of barbaric consumption.

Once a group of people open their eyes to the world, they will accept all new products.

Hope Group has already opened 66 directly-operated stores in mainland China, and is just waiting for the next batch of goods to arrive.

Diamond level 8848 can definitely make people's vanity burst.

Seeing George Smiley coming in, the guest was very sensible and stood up slowly with a ruddy face. "Since you have something to do, we won't disturb you."

The translator next to him quickly turned over.

"We will dine together tonight. It's a family dinner. My wife is preparing it at home."

After hearing this, the other party smiled and nodded in agreement.

As he passed George Smiley, he smiled and nodded at him.

As he walked out the door, he asked the translator beside him, "Who was that just now?"

"The head of Victor's intelligence department."

The old man suddenly realized, "Oh, Jinyiwei."

I couldn't hold back my laughter after translating it, but it's really very fitting.

"Do you want me to find out what it is?"

The old man shook his head and laughed, "As friends, why do you need to know what your friends are doing? It's enough to know what they are doing with you. People have their own space. If you are too curious, you won't even be able to be friends."

After saying that, he walked forward.

The translator scratched his head and hurried to catch up.

Listen to the advice of the elderly.

In the office.

Victor poured himself a glass of water and George Smiley hurried over to take the kettle.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"The man in Tijuana who contacted Valentino was caught. He was just an intelligence broker, but he couldn't help but torture us to tell us that Medellin was buying an atomic bomb."

Buy an atomic bomb?
Victor couldn't help laughing, "Nonsense."

"Göring also thought he was talking nonsense, but the other party was so sure of it that he was a little unsure. What if it was true? The Soviet Union would really be missing something."

Victor walked around the office with a frown on his face. "Then let's investigate it more carefully. I don't believe this rumor. What kind of person is Pablo? A drug dealer, a regional drug dealer. He plays with atomic bombs? Does he know how to start a fire?"

I actually don’t know…

George Smiley nodded vigorously to show his understanding.

"But there is also room for speculation here. If drug dealers had weapons of mass destruction, do you think the US military would be put in jail?"

“Will other countries next door be able to go to jail?”

"Can those European and American countries sit still?"

"That will be the day when good surrenders to evil, and that is shameful."

This is indeed...

No matter how powerful a drug dealer is, he is just a urinal. But if this urinal bites you when you are peeing and bites you to death, that would make people unhappy.

Isn’t it because he truly believes that “all beings are equal” that Victor was able to avoid being defeated by the Americans?

"Since the U.S. military can get the gangs to join them in fighting Saddam, why can't we hold up the flagpole of eliminating drug dealers and kill Pablo?"

"Even if there isn't, we have to say it is, and then say they are studying it, and force the major drug traffickers in Colombia to come to our side."

“When the time comes, I will send troops in the name of the Human Union and invite the European and American justice camps to gather together for the great event.”

Carrying an atomic bomb to intimidate all the heroes.

By then, Pablo will not be able to explain himself clearly. Three people make a tiger. Can his weapon of public opinion be as powerful as Victor's?
The deepest level here is...

Will the European giants, who have finally extended their hands into Latin America, be willing to extend their hands back?

Latin America is a place where, even if it is rotten, it will rot in the pockets of Americans, and no one is ever allowed to come in.

Under this banner, think about it, the British will definitely participate, and so will the French.

Then the situation of the two heroes fighting for supremacy turned into a chaos of demons.

cough cough...

Of course, Victor’s original intention was to eliminate the drug dealers!
"In ten minutes, call the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of Intelligence, Mr. President, and the General Staff. We need to study this matter carefully."

George Smiley stiffened.

"Yes!"

……

(End of this chapter)