Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 558 Mexico’s new “Big Three”?
"50 billion US dollars, I want to chop off my own head and give it to those who want to kill me."

in the office.

Victor wiped his Nobel Peace Prize trophy, blew a breath on it, turned his head and said with a smile.

Sitting across the table were five people: Goebbels, Casarre, Kennedy, Quauk-Motte, and George Smiley, the director of the Internal Affairs Bureau.

Hearing Victor's teasing words, Casare couldn't help but complain:
"The Jews were very generous. They sold Jesus for only thirty silver coins. We are much more valuable than them."

"How about hanging our portraits on Jerusalem?"

Casare has made many religious jokes with his mouth.

Once a Syrian TV station interviewed him, he told a joke to several Middle Eastern people on the other side.

"After Germany was defeated, it began to compensate the victims. The Poles wanted land, so they took away some German land; the Americans wanted technology, so they took away many German scientists; the Soviets wanted industry, so they moved away German machines and workers; but the Jews took away Mein Kampf."

“They just love reading so much!”

At that time, Syrian journalists couldn't hold back -

After this incident was reported back to the Middle East, Casare was severely criticized by the Jews, who said that he was the human incarnation of Satan on earth.

Oh, after Casare knew that he was liked by people, he opened a channel on the Internet.

Just call: "Casare Tells Jokes".

There are also hundreds of thousands of followers.

He always speaks up to ease the tension when the atmosphere is tense.

This is also one of the reasons why Victor likes to bring him.

Being with people who have high emotional intelligence and can liven up the atmosphere can also improve your mood.

Victor polished the trophy until it was shiny enough to reflect his face. He put it back on the shelf behind him, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction.

After throwing the disposable disinfectant tissue in his hand into the trash can, he picked up the lit cigar on the table, took two deep puffs, then raised it again and clapped the table with his hands.

boom--

He stared at them closely.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Jokes aside, we still have to be careful. There is no shortage of desperate people in barbaric times. History tells us that even powerful people like Caesar, Lincoln, Alexander II, and Archduke Ferdinand could all die if they were not careful!"

“I demand that from now on, the Internal Affairs Bureau’s protection of high-level officials be fully expanded.”

"If you are in a hurry to find manpower, you can apply for it from the military."

He glanced at George Smiley and Defense Secretary Kennedy. "Any questions?"

"no!"

Victor nodded in satisfaction, pulled out a chair and sat down, saying casually, "All security personnel above the ministerial level should be arranged. I want to meet them."

George Smiley was stunned. Although he didn't understand why the Führer wanted to do it so personally, he didn't ask any more questions.

Don't try to guess what your leader is thinking.

He nodded vigorously, "Understood, I'll arrange it this afternoon."

Victor nodded and looked at his Propaganda Minister Goebbels. When the latter met his gaze, he subconsciously sat up straight.

"Hope Group donated 1000 million riyals to fight domestic terrorist crimes. This money will provide rewards for civilian prevention and can be widely publicized in the news media. Citizen intelligence is also an integral part of intelligence power."

Goebbels' eyes sparkled.

George Smiley was envious and jealous. With 1000 million Singapore riyals, how many people could the Internal Affairs Bureau recruit?

Perhaps seeing his expression, Victor said, "Hope Group also donated a sum of money, about 800 million riyals, but I don't know whether to give it to you, George. You have been negligent in your work this year."

There was no way. As soon as the "Grand Commercial Plaza Massacre" came out, the three major intelligence agencies punished a group of people!

Year-end bonus?
Shit!

Everyone was furious.

A terrorist attack that killed 277 people is rare in history.

The few of them who were not taken down were already

George Smiley was so excited that he stood up with gritted teeth, "Führer, I promise -"

Before he finished speaking, Victor held out his hand and said, "Promises are useless. If this happens again in Mexico City, you should resign."

The capital was bombed.

How many people are laughing at the joke.

Every day, people on the Internet bring out photos of the scene to stimulate Mexican netizens and criticize Victor and his regime.

There are all kinds of people on the Internet.

The Internet was not well developed and chaotic enough at the time, but after entering the 20th century, the Internet really became a "riot of demons".

Victor's violence cannot conquer everyone.

Of course, don't let anyone find you through the Internet. If you are found, that's another story.

If I can't conquer your heart, can't I destroy you?

Casare and the others who were sitting next to him were breathing lightly, not daring to say a word, but just looking at him with a look of wishing him well.

"If you can catch 200 spies from various countries by the end of the year, 800 million riyals will be your bonus."

George Smiley also wanted to save face. "Promise to complete the task. If I fail, I will commit suicide in Grand Plaza!"

Coming out of the President's office.

Casare couldn't help but give George Smiley a thumbs up, "You are the one who dares to issue this military order."

The director of the Internal Affairs Bureau had a sad face. He looked at Goebbels next to him and said, "The Propaganda Department must also help me. Brother, as long as anyone provides valuable information, the Internal Affairs Bureau can reward up to 20 riyals, no, 50 riyals!"

"You won't eat?" Casare said, looking at him.

"Why should I even eat? If I don't pay attention, I'll be shot." George Smiley was a little angry.

Goebbels nodded. "I'll take it with me."

"Thank you for not committing suicide at the end of the year. I'll buy you a drink."

After saying this, he said goodbye to Casare, President Quaukemote and others, and hurried to the Internal Affairs Bureau.

“It’s not easy for him either.”

"Who has it easy now? Mexico is a piece of fat meat, Britain, the United States, Italy, Canada... they all want us dead"

Quauk-Motte counted a dozen or twenty names, and he gasped at the end.

In fact, this is also related to Victor’s policy. He has never advocated the Non-Aligned Movement, otherwise the Human Rights Alliance would not have appeared.

Especially on the issue of the Middle East, he can be said to be completely standing on the opposite side of Israel.

What is abundant in Israel?
Terrorists!

Extremists!

Can anyone make you better?

So after the "Grande Tragedy" happened, someone on the Internet asked Victor to think more about it.

"Why do others bomb you instead of bombing them!"

"You need to reflect on yourself!"

Victor responded directly to this, "Reflect on your mother!"

"Why not just kill them all?" Kennedy said in a muffled voice, his eyes showing ferocity, "Many of the instigators and families of the perpetrators of the last bombing are still alive."

"Kill them all!"

“Fight violence with violence!”

Casare rubbed his head with a headache, these rough guys are so charming.

I have to say that the brain is not as important as the cannonball, and the language is not as important as the caliber.

"Let's go. The documents on my desk in my office are piled very high." Kwaukmot took a deep breath and gestured.

"Let's go, let's go, work!"

……

night.

Almost every city in Mexico is bustling.

Perhaps it is because we finally have a strong government, people’s revenge consumption on nightlife continues to rise.

The entrance to the almshouse in Guadalajara.

You used to see a lot of drunks and drug dealers here, but now...

There are only small vendors, and they are selling delicious food.

Bernard Montgomery was carrying a snakeskin bag and rummaging through the trash can for bottles. He smelled a bit smelly and had snot hanging from his nose. When he saw the food trucks, his stomach growled twice.

I couldn't help but take two steps forward.

"Mom, he stinks!"

Suddenly, he saw a little boy pointing at him and shouting loudly. He stopped abruptly, looked timid, and subconsciously moved back.

"Shut up! Georgi, didn't I teach you manners? If you do this again, I will kill you!" A Soviet-looking man next to him glared and slapped his son on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground.

Bernard Montgomery's eyelids fluttered.

Who would have thought that the little boy didn't cry but just got up and looked at his mother, who also looked at him unkindly.

"Go apologize!"

Little Georgie had no choice but to walk over and mutter, "I'm sorry."

"No... It's okay, it's okay." Bernard Montgomery avoided his gaze. He glanced at the bottle on the other person's table, hesitated, and reached out to point, "Here, can you give it to me?"

The other party looked back and said, "Of course no problem."

As he said that, he ran back and picked up the can from the table, but there was still some wine in it. Then... he drank it, finished it in one gulp, wiped his mouth and walked over to hand it to the other person.

"Thank you... thank you!"

"What do you want this for?"

Bernard Montgomery lowered his head: "It can be sold. My grandfather is sick."

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead. I was beaten to death by drug dealers when I was very young."

Little Georgi saw the little boy who was half a head shorter than him and was about to cry. He was at a loss what to do and looked at his parents for help.

The two of them were...enjoying a feast.

"Then come here, I'll find some cans for you." He said to the other person, then quickly ran to his father and opened all the beers on the ground.

"Hey, Georgi, what are you doing? Do you want a beating?" the man glared.

"Dad, drink this quickly. After you finish drinking it, you can sell it to him. You won't die from drinking too much, but his grandfather will die soon."

? ? ? ?
They are really my biological children!

The man turned his head and glanced at him. The look in his eyes made Bernard Montgomery take a step back in fear. "Doesn't the government subsidize you? Don't you want to study?"

"Study...study! But it requires more money. The government gives us money every month, but I know that I have hands and feet, so sometimes I have to work hard."

Hearing this, the Soviet man nodded appreciatively and glared at his son with hatred for his lack of fighting spirit. He thought for a moment, picked up the can of wine and drank it in big gulps. His wife did the same. It was rare for Soviet people not to drink.

In a few seconds, more than a dozen cans were empty. He burped and handed them over. "Thank you!" Bernard Montgomery opened the bag and stuffed it in, saying thanks.

As soon as the other party finished the installation, the man paid and prepared to leave.

"Dad, why don't you just give him the money?"

"For a man, giving money is alms, do you understand, Georgi?" said his mother, touching his head.

Little Georgi nodded, glanced at Bernard Montgomery who was standing there busy, and said to his parents, "Wait a minute."

Then he ran over quickly and helped to crush the can.

"You should rest early today. Come to 111 Haussmann Street tomorrow and I will give you all the waste in my house."

This moved the other party so much that he nodded vigorously, with a hint of sobs in his voice.

"Don't cry. A real man shouldn't cry. But you are too thin. You won't be able to beat others like this. Exercise more in the future. You must believe that you will succeed. President Victor also rose from the grassroots. A true warrior dares to face the tragic life!"

"George."

The mother called out from a distance.

"Remember to come see me tomorrow. Don't forget. I have to go home to do my homework. Oh, by the way, remember my name, Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov!"

"My name is Bernard Montgomery."

After speaking, he ran away.

Bernard Montgomery watched the other person's back as he left, then he put on his snakeskin bag and walked away towards home.

He certainly doesn't live in a slum...

The government stipulates that there are no slums, and everything is a unified community. Although the houses are not very good, they are much better than slums.

When he walked downstairs to his house, he heard some noise coming from the basement and walked over in confusion.

Hiding in a corner, he saw two people talking in the shadows. One of them was a community cadre named Billy. It was said that his mother worked as a cleaner in the National Palace.

Bernard Montgomery listened with his ears tilted, and heard intermittent...

"Put this in your mother's pocket tomorrow..."

"What...what is this?"

"Don't worry, it's just a surveillance camera. It's no big deal. Put it in and it'll be $2000." The man opposite took out a stack of money from his pocket and handed it over.

Billy was obviously breathing rapidly and grabbed everything, including the equipment.

"This is not the first time we have worked together. You should trust us. Don't worry, when this is over, we will be able to allow you to immigrate to the country you want to go to."

"I want to go to South Africa, where...where women have big butts."

"???" The man on the other side froze for a moment, but soon smiled, "No problem. Remember, you must bring this device into the National Palace."

Bernard Montgomery covered his mouth and backed away. He was very cautious and ran upstairs in one breath. He was a little flustered when he took out the key. After opening the door, he heard a cough coming from inside.

"Is that Bernard?" a weak voice came from the bedroom.

"Grandpa, it's me."

He walked in and looked at his grandfather who was coughing violently on the bed. He wanted to say what he had just said but then he took it back. The worry on his face turned into concern. "Have you eaten? I'll make it for you right away."

"No, cough cough cough, no need... I've already eaten, go take a shower and rest early, cough cough cough."

Bernard Montgomery responded to the obedient man, took a shower, and lay on the bed. He tossed and turned. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the scene in the basement.

I couldn't help but think of one thing in my mind.

The school's physical education teacher came this afternoon. The muscular teacher who was missing one leg seemed to be a professional in the army. He told us that the whole nation must guard against spies. If a spy is caught, the maximum penalty is 50 riyals?

He exclaimed at that time.

How much does that cost?

Is there any cure for grandpa’s illness?

But he was not sure, mainly because he was timid...

He originally wanted to tell his grandfather, but he couldn't bear it because of the way the other person was coughing.

Do you want to ask someone for help?

The new friend he met in the evening suddenly came to his mind!

He jumped out of the bed, put on his clothes, tiptoed out of the bedroom, listened to the rough snoring from next door, slowly opened the door and walked out.

Despite his small size, he runs quite fast.

It was at least two or three kilometers from my community to Osman Street, but I ran there in about ten minutes. "No. 111."

He looked at the small Western-style building, checked the signs one by one, and when he saw number 111, he rang the doorbell.

Then I saw a head pop up.

"Bernard? Why are you here?" Georgi asked in surprise.

Montgomery, who was propped up on his knees, took a deep breath, his face covered with sweat, "I...I think I found a spy."

"?!??!"

“Where are they?!” Georgi was immediately excited. His expression became visibly excited. He rolled up his sleeves and pretended to box. “I’m going to beat those bastards to death.”

Montgomery looked at the arm that was thicker than his calf and swallowed.

"Come in and talk."

At some point, Georgy's father stood at the door and called out with a frown.

"Oh, okay, come on, follow me in, I'll run you some beer and coffee."

When Montgomery opened his mouth, he was actually very cautious, because his grandfather once told him that there were no good people in Mexico, and he should never go just because someone asked him to, otherwise he would easily die.

But after thinking about it, I walked in anyway.

The first thing I saw when I entered was a photo of a military uniform hanging in the middle, but this uniform... didn't seem to be from Mexico.

"Where did you see the suspected spy?"

The man asked after entering the door.

"In my neighborhood, he is a cadre there..."

He told him everything he had seen and heard. The more the man listened, the more furrowed his brows furrowed. He nodded slightly, walked to the coffee table, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Augustine, I have something to ask."

Little Georgi took out beer and coffee from the refrigerator and handed it over, "Often, I made it myself."

Montgomery took it after a moment's hesitation, took a sip, and almost spit it out, but seeing the other party's hopeful eyes, he swallowed it and said with a fake smile, "Not bad, not bad."

“Really, I knew it, I have the barista gene, yess!”

“You want to be a barista when you grow up?”

"Georgy! If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you into a cat shit coffee." His father finished the phone call now, and hearing his son's dream, he scolded, "Everyone in my family is a soldier, you should also be a soldier for me."

Little Georgi obviously did not dare to disobey his father and kept his head down.

"Your father is so good to you."

"????"

The man snorted, looked at Montgomery, and said in a slightly slower tone, "I have already reported your case to the higher authorities, don't worry."

"gentlemen…"

"I heard that there is a bonus for reporting?" Montgomery asked a little embarrassedly. He was afraid that the other party would think he was greedy, so he waved his hand and said, "My grandpa needs surgery and needs money."

"Yes, I will help you get more."

"Thank you uncle."

The man checked the time and said, "Let's stay here tonight."

"No, no, I want to go back. My grandfather is at home and I'm worried about her."

"George, you send him back and make sure he gets there safely."

"Yes, sir!" Little Georgi stood up and saluted. The man looked his son up and down, then nodded with satisfaction and went upstairs.

"Come on, I'll escort you back."

“No, no…”

"You don't believe me? I was a member of the Boy Scouts in the Soviet Union, and I have passed the selection for the Junior Officer Reserve in Mexico. Don't worry, a brave warrior will protect his young companions."

Montgomery: ????

The two walked towards home.

"Is it tiring to be a junior reserve?" Montgomery asked curiously.

"It's okay. I like challenges. Let me tell you, I can beat three people in close combat. And in a bayonet fight, I can knock down four with a wooden sword!"

As Georgy spoke, he made a bayonet gesture.

After looking at his physique, Montgomery was convinced.

"So, as a Soviet, will you get used to coming to Mexico?"

He found that after he asked this question, little Georgi's face fell and he was a little at a loss.

"Actually, I miss my hometown and I hate my hometown. Do you know what's the most common thing in my hometown?"

"What?" Montgomery was a good flatterer.

"Gangsters. In the last few years of the Soviet Union, soldiers served gangsters without pay. They went to the police station to collect protection money. My father retired from the army because he didn't want to take the money. Seeing that life was getting harder and harder, he brought us to Mexico."

"He said that in this capitalist society, the Soviet Union has collapsed, Vietnam has collapsed, and Cuba has also collapsed. No one dares to follow the Americans in a fight, only Mexico will do it. He wants to fight for his true ideals."

"Rights, life, and freedom have always been won through struggle. Kneeling down will only bring greater insults from the Americans."

Montgomery was too young to understand clearly, and he didn't understand what he heard.

"Why am I telling you all this? When I join the army, you and I will be a soldier, and you are the people. I will protect you." Georgi patted his chest.

"From now on, you can call me Big Brother."

"Brother!" Montgomery nodded readily.

Little Georgi grinned happily, "I also have a little brother in the Junior Military Academy, his name is William Nimitz, I will introduce him to you when the time comes. I heard that there is a ceremony to become sworn brothers in Chinatown, I will go and take a look when the time comes."

"Why don't you apply for the Junior Military Academy? You'll get paid."

Montgomery's eyes lit up, but then dimmed, "I...I can't do it."

"What are you afraid of?"

Little Georgi pointed at the moon and said, "Humanity will not stop because of cowardice. It is not humans that reproduce, but courage!"

"What you said is so good..."

"Idiot, this is what the Fuhrer said. Haven't you read his autobiography?"

"The biggest enemy in life is not others, but your own laziness and greed. There is no shortcut on the road to struggle. Only hard work and persistence can achieve the goal. I want to be the best general in Mexico. I want to lead Mexico to defeat drug dealers. I want to eliminate the US FXS. I want this world to return to peace!"

"Quiet! What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" The window upstairs was opened and someone was yelling downstairs.

Little Georgie and Montgomery ran away with their heads in their hands.

Young people's dreams are always simple and unpretentious.

……

(End of this chapter)