Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 550 French traditional skill—Zhengbai Banner activated!

Belmopan, Belize.

Even after a few days, the smell of blood was still strong in the air, and there were bloodstains in the cracks on the ground.

The woman who was walking out of the mall with a loaf of bread walked quickly. She saw the head hanging in the middle of the road out of the corner of her eye, and her face turned pale and she seemed to be vomiting.

After the 358th Regiment came in, they of course captured the "Knights Templar" without mercy. Once they were caught, they were beheaded. The heads were hung on the flagpole, and when the wind blew, you could hear the sound of a bell when they hit the flagpole.

There are about 600 heads in the entire capital.

"Ding ding dong~ ding ding dong" non-stop, it sounds so creepy.

There was also a loudspeaker next to it speaking in English: Drug traffickers will be beheaded!
All citizens are required to hand in any hidden drugs.

It's so fucking brutal!
But that's the way the anti-drug forces work.
In the Governor's office.

The group leader, Eugen Meindl, was dressed very formally, and even when he was alone in the room, he would still wear a discipline button. His eyes were very sharp, and it was a bit uncomfortable to look into his eyes for a long time.

"How are the British prisoners?" He suddenly asked as if he saw something.

"There are 21 people left, but three of them are seriously injured and probably cannot be cured." The deputy captain didn't know what the other party meant, but still told him the truth.

Eugen Meindl smiled and handed over a document in his hand. "Joachim Ribbentrop was blocked by the British at the entrance of the United Nations and was beaten badly. As you know, our head of state is rather narrow-minded..."

He paused here and said, "I am more sentimental."

He glanced at the deputy captain, who also looked up at him. The two of them stared at each other. Eugen Meindel coughed and said, "I want to give him some space."

"Kill them all!" said the deputy commander, gritting his teeth.

“That’s not in line with the Geneva Convention.”

"Have we... obeyed that stuff?"

Eugen Meindl was silenced by these words.

This is too honest.

"It would be more pleasant to humiliate them than to kill them. Find someone to shave all the hair off their bodies, take nude photos of them, and then send them to the mainstream media in Europe."

"The British are like bastards now, and it's okay if you curse them."

Eugen Meindl cared nothing for the British protests.

Although Great Britain won the Falklands War, it also showed the world their weakness.

It is said that after seeing this, the rabbit remained silent for a long time...

Are the old men in Europe and America so weak?

It can be called the European version of India.

I don’t know whether the grandfather looks like his grandson or the grandson looks like his grandfather.

Especially after the aircraft carrier was bombed by Mexico, people now sit at the children’s table for meals.

"Okay, these are all unimportant matters. The military has issued an order requiring our unit to occupy the entire territory of Belize before February 2." Eugen Meindl handed over another fax with the military's seal on it.

"The 15th? That means there are only 9 days left." The deputy captain opened his eyes.

"Leave a battalion in Belmopan, and the other troops will attack in companies. We must quickly capture the entire territory, especially clean up the area near Belize City. Later, engineering troops will come in to expand the dock. A week later, a division of militia from Quintana Roo and Campeche will come to Belize and be stationed there for a year to provide protection for subsequent immigrants."

"so fast?!"

The deputy head of the group was surprised, "It took less than a month from beginning to end."

Eugen Meindl: "This is not a glorious thing in itself, but the timid ones will starve to death and the bold ones will die of gluttony. And Belize still wants to return to British rule?"

"The first batch of immigrants will be about 17000 people. They will be arranged to live in Belmopan. They cannot be divided into communities but must be integrated with the locals. The civil affairs department will send people to take charge. We just need to ensure that there are no disputes or conflicts."

Isn’t this the way India swallowed up Sikkim?
The deputy head nodded and said, "The locals are very cooperative."

"So after our troops have occupied the entire territory, will they return to the organization?"

Eugen Meindel lowered his voice and said, "It is said that Mexico City intends to build a special economic zone. In the future, there will be dozens or even hundreds of companies and factories established here, which will indirectly boost the economy of the southeast region. At that time, an independent tax department will be arranged here, and we will transform it into a tax force and a security force on the spot."

"Ah?! What about the organization? Does it still belong to the army? What should we do then?" The deputy commander became anxious.

“Everyone is treated as a civil servant.”

The deputy head of the group immediately lost his panic and nodded seriously, "I will obey the leader's arrangement."

Look at your worthless look!
Eugen Meindl rolled his eyes. "Belize will become a very important tourist and business area in the future."

Belize has the world's second largest and the largest barrier reef in the northern hemisphere, as well as Mayan ruins, which attract more and more tourists. It has eight wildlife reserves, including the world's only remaining jaguar and red-footed booby reserves.

There is also the famous Great Blue Hole.

As long as it is developed, this place will become a tourist destination, and then it can be used to defraud the Chinese... cough cough cough.

It's no problem to make billions of riyals a year.

"However, I heard that some people are not very cooperative and do not welcome our arrival?" Eugen Meindel spoke quickly, squinting his eyes. "Don't let the leaders ask everything. We have to take the initiative to solve the problems."

"Leave it to me, they will disappear." The deputy leader nodded with a fierce look in his eyes.

The tax force and civil servant treatment are all personal interests.

If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless.

...

"Bandits! Bandits! You are the drug dealers, you are invading Belize."

Theodore Buchanan, leader of the People's Unity Party, shouted loudly in his room in the official residence and pounded on the door.

He was imprisoned...

That's according to his own words.

He was lucky enough not to be beaten to death by drug dealers, but he felt that these Mexicans were no different from drug dealers.

boom!
He kicked the door hard to vent his dissatisfaction.

squeak-

The door was suddenly pushed open, and he was startled. He took a few steps back and looked at the door vigilantly, then saw four soldiers walking in.

The leader is a second lieutenant?
His hands were still bandaged, and his feet seemed injured, so he looked lame.

George Catlett Marshall glanced at the untouched food on the ground and raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Theodore, is the food not to your liking?"

Theodore Buchanan's eyes were blazing with fire, and he gritted his teeth, "You despicable bastards, I will never eat a single bite of your food, never!"

George Catlett Marshall looked at the excited man and smiled, "It seems you are not very cooperative."

"tui!"

He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in the other person's face.

“We are British Belize and always will be!”

I thought this guy was a Belize fan, but it turns out he’s a British fan…

Yes, independence is the trend, but it doesn’t stop us from continuing to be Britain’s bootlickers.

It’s the same old saying, Europeans and Americans are simply too professional when it comes to raising dogs.

The last crown jewel of the West is aquaculture.

George Catlett Marshall wiped the phlegm from his face and nodded gently, "Then eat your fill and get on your way. Let him eat his fill."

The soldier behind him, who had been unable to contain himself, rushed forward and kicked Theodore Buchanan in the stomach. The other man knelt on the ground with a red face, his organs twitching in pain.

The soldier grabbed his hair and pressed him onto the food next to him. He struggled to raise his head, and another soldier picked up the corn soup and forced it into his mouth.

After seven or eight minutes, the soldiers let go of his hands, and Theodore Buchanan lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"vomit-"

He was spitting out a lot of things. He was old and couldn't bear it anymore.

Thump thump—

He saw a pair of combat boots in front of him, raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and saw George Catlett Marshall looking at him coldly.

"Send Mr. Theodore on his way."

"No, no, no, no, no, I'll cooperate, I'll cooperate!"

Theodore Buchanan finally gave in because he realized that the other party was not joking.

I am a puppet soldier, but I also value my life.

He also knew that if he died, his British masters would not cry for him, and the old ladies in Buckingham Palace only knew how to eat and drink every day.

George Catlett Marshall thrust his thumb downward.

The soldiers rushed forward, pinned Theodore Buchanan to the ground, put a rope around his neck and strangled him.

After a while, it cracked.

What are you playing with?

Theodore Buchanan was not from Belize either; he was French and had immigrated here and then run for election.

Tsk tsk tsk…

"Let's go, next one, let's see, well, the deputy leader of the People's Unity Party is a woman, I hope she is a smart person."

George Catlett Marshall looked at the letter in his hand and left with his men.

About ten minutes later, someone came in with a sack and put Theodore Buchanan's body into it.

It would be so easy to just find a hole and bury it.

I admire your loyalty to your country, but I don't like you boycotting me.

...

At night, the moon is high in the sky and it looks very quiet, but the whole Mexico City is just entering its nightlife.

At the midnight intersection, neon tubes flow colorful blood on the surface of the building.

The glass curtain walls of the bar street reflected blurry diamond-shaped spots of light. Electronic music poured out from the half-open door like liquid metal, entangled with the smoke from the grilled squid stall on the corner and rose into the night sky. Wandering singers roared their voices.

The DJ with dreadlocks raised his arms on the second-floor terrace. The oscilloscope on the mixer was jumping wildly, and the glass curtain walls of the entire street were shaking.

A girl in fishnet stockings lit a cigarette against a neon sign, the flame illuminating the diamond butterfly on her collarbone. The automatic door of the convenience store next door kept opening and closing, and young people coming in and out were holding fluorescent wine bottles, their clothes covered with dry ice mist from the dance floor.

The spicy hot pot stall deep in the alley was lit with orange-yellow light bulbs. The aroma of pepper and butter floated in the steam rising from the stainless steel soup pot. A delivery rider on an electric scooter was slurping noodles on a plastic stool.

By the fountain in the open-air square, a skateboard boy leaped into the air on the steps, and the friction between the metal bearings and the marble startled a flock of white pigeons.

The little girl sat on her father's shoulders, holding a cotton candy as fluffy as a cloud, and laughed loudly. Her brother beside her drooled and kept shouting, "Give me a bite."

At the top of the clock tower, the starry sky was distorted into a flowing Milky Way by the heat waves rising from the ground.

The whole city is like an inverted champagne tower, continuously fermenting young plasma and hormones in the never-extinguished lights.

This is the new Mexico City!
To be honest, this kind of scene was rarely seen in Mexico in the past, because at night, drug dealers would take off their police uniforms and start working.

There were gunshots and fighting everywhere.

Who dares to come out?

In a bar on the Champs Elysees with a sign that reads "Green Desert".

A singer with an innocent look stood on the stage, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with amber starlight, and three teardrop moles at the end of her left eye arranged in a fan shape, making her look like a girl next door.

There were quite a few people sitting downstairs, talking to each other quietly with their heads lowered.

Some people wanted to go to the second floor, but were blocked by three bodyguards standing at the stairs. Seeing that something was wrong, they gave up the idea of ​​going up and found a seat on the first floor.

"Head of State, people are coming." The confidential secretary behind him said in a low voice.

Victor, who was sitting and listening to the song, nodded and said, "Bring it up." "What do you think of her singing?"

Casare, who was sitting next to him, glanced at his boss and said, "She sings well and she's pretty too."

"I like girls with teardrop moles." Victor joked with a smile, "I even specifically looked for an ex-girlfriend with a teardrop mole."

"Oh? I haven't heard of this. What next?" Casare asked like a gossip reporter, and the secretary and bodyguard behind him also pricked up their ears.

Victor's eyes were deep and nostalgic, "She thought I was useless and ran off with a rich man."

? ? ? ?
???

No...no future?

Casare smiled wryly, "Then she was wrong."

Victor bluntly said that the people born in the 60s are the most powerful in the world.

This is a bit of a joke.

Just when Casare was feeling a little embarrassed, the confidential secretary came over with some people.

He turned his head and saw two men standing behind him, one big and one small. From their looks, he could tell that they were father and son.

Victor also turned around and shouted with a smile, "Cousin."

Valentino Vieri suddenly felt uneasy and hurriedly asked his son, "Anthony, call someone!"

"uncle!"

Victor smiled and patted his head, "Good boy."

He took a box from the confidential secretary next to him and handed it over, "This is a gift from uncle."

"Wow! Bro game console, Dad, it's a game console!" Anthony shouted.

Valentino smiled awkwardly, "Thank you quickly then."

"Thank you uncle."

"The things we produce at home are not valuable. Just like them. Come, sit down and talk."

Valentino sat half-backed, looking at his increasingly powerful cousin.

"I called you here to thank you for helping the country catch the spy and getting a lot of secrets from the broker."

"this is what we are supposed to do."

Anthony also spoke up, "Uncle, my father said that since our last name is Vieri, we shouldn't help outsiders. We are our own people."

When Casare heard this, he looked at the boy deeply.

Not stupid.

That's a really beautiful thing to say.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Victor's expression became gentler, and he pondered for a moment, "Do you have any requests?"

"No, no, I'm doing well now." Valentino shook his head.

"I know that some people in my family think that I am not human enough, but you also know what kind of people are there. They know that I hate drug addicts the most, but there are still people who sell drugs and take drugs behind my back..."

"I am angry at them for not fighting back!"

Valentino's eyebrows twitched and he closed his mouth and nodded.

He was also implicated in that incident. He was the son of Victor's youngest uncle.

His grandfather had six sons and three daughters, so he had a lot of connections.

That bastard used Victor's name to sell drugs.

Killed by Victor.

It was also from that time that he felt that everyone in the family was a good-for-nothing.

After all, they were all poor once.

Wealth cannot last for more than three generations, but if it lasts for three generations, then you are aristocrats.

So when he heard that one of his cousins ​​was doing quite well, he became interested and planned to meet and chat.

He still looks very honest now.

“Belize needs a governor…”

Casare's eyes trembled violently, and Valentino stared.

"I plan to send someone over there to take the position, but they need a Minister of Tourism. You can take the position."

Casare breathed a sigh of relief.

The boss was breathing heavily when he spoke, and I thought he wanted the other party to be the governor.

Valentino also let out a long breath, startled. He hesitated, "I... I have no political experience."

"Don't worry, you just need to read and learn more. There will be people to do the work. Anthony will come to Mexico City to study. The educational resources here are also good."

"Row!"

Valentino didn't hesitate and nodded vigorously. How could selling fruits be better than being an official?

After Victor finished talking about business, he looked back at the stage. Valentino was also sensible and left with his son.

After walking out of the bar, a smile finally appeared on his face. He couldn't help but waved his fist vigorously in the car, then hugged his son's head and kissed him.

Anthony was shocked. "Dad, have you... have you taken the medicine?"

"Get lost. Our family will no longer have to worry about food and drink. Just study hard and climb up a level. I will be satisfied."

read?

Anthony curled his lips and looked down at the game console in his hand.

I want to be a professional gamer!
Books? Even dogs don’t read them.

Inside the bar.

The girl sang a few more songs before leaving the stage. Victor also sounded a little bored with the singers behind him. "Let's go."

He is also a young man, so of course he still likes to go out and have fun.

It’s just that my identity doesn’t allow it, so sometimes I have to sneak out.

For someone in his position, many people would plot against him in every move.

This bar is owned by a descendant of the Casare family. Victor often comes here to sit. There is also a private walkway on the second floor leading directly to the outside to prevent being seen.

As soon as the convoy drove out of the underground parking lot, it started to drizzle outside and the rain gradually got heavier. Pedestrians on the road were panicking and running in all directions, covering their heads.

Victor smoked a cigar, looked outside, and shouted softly, "Stop the car."

"Find a car to take her home."

Casare and others who were sitting nearby looked outside and saw the girl who had just sung standing at the bus stop outside in a skirt and holding an umbrella.

When she saw the convoy stopped in front of her, the girl stepped back visibly embarrassed.

"it is good".

The bodyguard next to him responded, opened the door, got out of the car, trotted towards the girl, pointed at the convoy and said a few words, but the latter shook her head vigorously, appearing very repulsive and wary.

nonsense…

Who gets on someone else's car for no reason?

The bodyguard had no choice but to return to the car, "She... doesn't quite trust us."

"Forget it, let's go." Victor didn't force him and waved his hand, "Drive."

Casare lowered his voice, "Boss, do you like it?"

"There's no such thing as like or dislike, I just appreciate it."

Politicians are very simple. Either they are learning English with their lower body, or they just want to find someone to chat with. Most of them are the former.

For politicians, these are minor issues, and they may even say you are a playboy. The only mistake is the team you choose. Victor certainly doesn’t need to consider this. (I despise this kind of behavior of finding a mistress!)

Belsaria is pregnant, but Victor is still able to endure it.

When is a man not lustful?

When there is no breathing.

Just asking him to open the window and ask other women if they want to have tea would be too low.

This is when Casare comes into play...

He kept the matter to himself, and after sending the eldest brother back to the National Palace, he called his confidant and asked her to find out who the girl was, what her name was, and where she lived.

"Sir, you are not going to kidnap her, are you?" The confidant hesitated, "The Führer will be furious if he finds out."

"What do you mean by kidnapping? I'm just trying to understand my opponent, idiot. I'll try to make a coincidence between the boss and her. Isn't there a meeting for outstanding talents in a few days? Can't I just add her in? Idiot!"

Casare slapped him on the forehead and cursed.

The confidant shrank his neck and thought that this was indeed a solution.

As for whether or not he is a talent, isn’t that the official opinion?

Just like men pursue women's beauty, women also pursue men's charm. Having power can often make you attractive.

At dawn the next day.

Victor was doing morning exercises in a short-sleeved shirt. After running about ten kilometers, he slowly stopped to relax his leg muscles. The bodyguard behind him hurriedly put his clothes on him.

Confidential secretary Martin Baumann reported to him what needed to be dealt with.

"Yesterday we received warnings from 17 countries asking us to withdraw from Belize, otherwise they would not rule out using any means."

"There is no reason to spit out what you have put into your mouth. Ask the British if they can allow the Irish to be independent, and ask the Indians if they can let Sikkim go back on its own. None of them has a clean bottom. Don't bother with them."

Martin Baumann nodded and read the next one. "Our intelligence shows that the Five Eyes Alliance held a secret meeting in Australia, and the participants also included Ochoa from Medellin and the deputy defense ministers of the five countries."

"I think the name is not very good: five countries, five eyes? Are they all one-eyed? Each person has two eyes, and the five countries should be called the Ten Eyes Alliance. If it must be called the Five Eyes: I think it's bullshit, one for each person, the Five Eyes Alliance."

"Let the intelligence department conduct a thorough investigation. I want to know what they talked about."

Martin Bormann circled the document, marked it, put the paper at the back, and read the most recent one.

"And then there's the news from Haiti."

"Aren't the French carrying the load there?" Victor said as he stretched.

"Last night, local gangs gathered thousands of people to raid the French military camp, killing more than 70 people. The remaining 200 people all surrendered. France asked us for support."

France has activated the White Flag skill again?

That's Haiti!
That's the gang...

Your army can't defeat the gangs?

Victor opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but he felt that the words could not come out. His face was a little tangled. "Help me call the Frenchman over, I will ask him myself."

"And help me get the information about Haiti. I want to see what's going on."

He is now numb...

France is still such a waste!

……

(End of this chapter)