Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 561 Aren’t gangsters’ lives lives?

Port-au-Prince was originally a desperate city, but now, after the baptism of bombing, only crows are left standing on the ruins, cawed, looking around with glasses, which is chilling.

The sky was dyed a mixture of dim yellow and gray-black by the gunpowder smoke, and it was so heavy that it seemed to be pressing down directly. The ruins were scattered everywhere like toppled building blocks. Only half of the charred frame was left of the once towering building, and the steel bars were exposed like hideous skeletons, crumbling.

The walls were full of huge gaps caused by explosions, and the ground was covered with rubble and bricks, making a heart-breaking crunching sound with every step.

The fire was still burning in every corner of the ruins, greedily devouring everything that could be burned. The flames twisted and jumped in the wind, making crackling sounds, like the devil's laughter.

Thick smoke billowed up from the fire, blocking out the sky and emitting a pungent smell of burning, making it difficult to breathe and causing tears to stream from the eyes.

The streets were in a mess, full of holes.

The originally clean road was now covered with potholes of all sizes, as bumpy as the surface of the moon. The cars on the roadside had long been unrecognizable. Some had been overturned by bombs, with the car bodies twisted and deformed, the glass shattered into countless pieces that flashed cold light, and the smell of burnt rubber and metal was emitted.

In the ruins, many bodies of gangsters were lying in disorder.

Some people were blown to pieces, with broken limbs scattered around; some people's bodies were charred and turned into a black mass, and only the rough outline could be distinguished as a person. There were also some injured people who groaned in pain in the ruins, and their faint cries for help were drowned out by the roar of the fire and the collapse of the building.

The survivors walked aimlessly among the ruins, their eyes empty and desperate.

Their faces were covered in dust, blood and tears, their hair was disheveled and their clothes were tattered.

The children hugged their parents' legs tightly and cried in fear, their cries seemed to be the most helpless accusation against the disaster.

Haiti…

A place forsaken by God.

Major Fritz Klingenberg was wearing a gas mask, and his breathing was particularly heavy in the confined space.

As a thick fog appeared on the breathing mask, it became clean again with one inhalation.

His eyelids twitched slightly.

"murderer!"

“You are the murderer!!”

A middle-aged man who was squatting nearby suddenly stood up and rushed towards the patrol team with his teeth bared.

The soldier next to him was about to raise his gun when Fritz blocked it with his hand. The middle-aged man grabbed his collar, his eyes were red and full of despair.

"You are murderers, you shall not die well, you shall not die well!!"

Fritz Klingenberg glances at the tattoo on his neck, a "double pupil".

Haitian: "Two-Eyed Gang".

They mainly rely on smuggling, trafficking, and transportation of human organs and working as middlemen for drug dealers.

"Are you...the only one left at home?" Fritz Klingenberg asked uncomfortably.

The middle-aged man's mouth trembled, and he was heartbroken. "My children, my wife, they are all dead! They are all dead!!!"

boom-

Suddenly a gunshot rang out.

The middle-aged man's skull exploded and he fell to the ground as if all his bones had been pulled out.

Fritz Klingenberg holds a Mk25 pistol, standard issue for officers.

His expression was gloomy, "You're welcome, I'll send you off to reunite your family."

Great, I met a good person.

"Search, kill anyone with gang tattoos on their hands!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers behind him shouted loudly, their voices were high-pitched and full of fighting spirit.

They are a violent organization!
Let the Red Cross handle matters of fraternity.

Oh…

They don't have time either, they are busy eating, drinking and having fun? What? The leaders are busy visiting prostitutes?
There is no other way but to turn to God.

Looking for Americans?

No, no, the Americans can even kill the Pope. We can't control them.

It wasn't just Fritz Klingenberg. The 1st Marine Division broke up into small groups and hunted down the frightened gangsters.

Completely interrupt their temper.

As for whether they will retaliate or form so-called guerrilla forces to deal with the Mexican army.

Don’t overthink it…

If the gangs had faith, they would not bully men and women. Asking them to hide in the grass would be a mistake. You know, they simply don't have the ability to do that.

Haiti is a sensitive place.

As soon as the Mexican Air Force started the bombing, European powers such as Britain, France and Germany knew about it immediately.

But the weird thing is...

Even Britain, which had always criticized Victor as a tyrant, became much quieter.

Only Spain, which was being badly bullied, was still screaming.

The famous Amnesty International held a special press conference in New York. Simone Graham, the bespectacled secretary general, poked his finger at the table: "This is a massacre! Massacre! It is estimated that more than 2 people died in this attack. We express our protest and condemnation and urge Mexico to make corrections!"

A reporter below raised his hand.

Simone Graham pointed at him. "Go ahead."

"Sir, what do you use to protest and condemn? Do you consider taking a weapon and going to Haiti to fight for the local gangs?"

Hearing this, the other reporters who were watching the fun couldn't help but laugh.

Simone Graham's face turned green instantly. "Which media are you from?"

The reporter pointed to his chest, "American gossip magazine."

USA…

It turned out to be dad.

But Simone Graham was still very stubborn, "Aren't the lives of gangsters lives? Don't they also live under the same sky?"

"Amnesty International will launch a 'Gangsters' Lives Matter Protest' and we hope people from all over the world will come together to raise funds and cheer for the Haitian people!"

well...

It's all business.

"Mr. Simone Graham, may I ask how you will manage this money? Do you put it in a foundation? Or do you plan to use it to buy Mexican stocks?"

The Secretary-General of Amnesty International, who was squeezed out, left with a gloomy face.

Don’t be fooled by its big name.

actually…

It is a non-governmental organization.

Moreover, it is an organization with a very obvious political nature. It used to often comment on China, but after Victor rose to power, it began to comment on Mexico.

But behind the scenes...someone just wants to make money.

Mexico, National Palace.

Victor cut a cigar, and Casare quickly lit it for him. He looked at Simone Graham, who was speaking so arrogantly on TV, and said, "Boss, do you want to find someone to teach him a lesson?"

"lesson?"

"Am I that kind of person?" "Don't you think it's a very happy thing to have a clown telling you stories every day?"

Victor took two deep breaths and exhaled without filling his lungs. He looked at Simone Graham who was fleeing and said, "He's right. The lives of drug dealers are indeed precious. The Ministry of Agriculture said that there is a shortage of fertile soil recently. I'm thinking about using their bodies to fertilize the land."

The United States is actually already doing this.

In many states, if a body is not claimed for more than six hours, its body will be used as fertilizer, but who knows for sure?
For example, in the famous Philadelphia, you can see the "triple screen", that is, people who abuse drugs, everywhere. They are all dying people. As soon as they fall down, hey, a group of people will rush up and transport his body to the local funeral home.

Then six hours later without any public notice...

They disappeared...

Where exactly it is going, only God, the earth and capital know.

Casare smiled wryly, "The Haitian gangs can no longer use fertilizer. There is not a single drop left after the bombing. If you touch them, they will turn into ash."

Victor listened and laughed, feeling good.

"But we still have to be humanitarian. We have to ensure the safety of residents in the Green Zone. We can recruit people from the civilian population to quickly rebuild Haiti's grassroots government and send an infantry division to Haiti. I don't believe that more than 20,000 troops can't control the situation in Port-au-Prince."

"We are not meant to kill!"

Casare responded, "Boss, this time the gang riots, in addition to our place, the Italian Mafia, the Russian Tomahawk, the Japanese Yakuza, and the Aryan Brotherhood have all harmed civilians."

"Especially the Mafia has been unscrupulously seeking revenge on Mexicans in Italy. A Mexican restaurant operating in Sicily was smashed and a family of three was burned to death. They are still seeking revenge, demanding that we withdraw our troops from Haiti and El Salvador and that we apologize to Medellin."

World gangs unite?

Did you make a mistake?

A group of ants are threatening an elephant.

It's as ridiculous as a group of countries without nuclear weapons calling for anti-nuclearism.

"What does Italy say?"

“They said there was nothing they could do.”

tui~!

Victor spat, "Can't do it? Or don't want to do it?"

"It's nothing more than trying to force us in this way."

"Then kill him!"

"Ah? Boss, we are going to send troops to Italy?" Casare was shocked.

Victor looked at him like an idiot, "That's Italy, what do you think of France? Will they surrender when they get there?"

"Use your brain. We can't move, but you can find dogs. Man, we have weapons and funds. There will always be people willing to be our dogs."

Casare understood instantly.

"There is no end to the underworld. There are always people who want to be desperate criminals. It is better to take a chance than to earn a few dozen dollars a day on the assembly line. There are always people who do things that cost their lives in order to get ahead. I heard that there is a group of big circles and Vietnamese people in Canada. You can let Hydra contact them and help them operate in the European market."

"It can disrupt local public order and help us do things, so why not do it?"

Don't you just need a gun?
I'll give you a grenade!

Do you want a rocket launcher?

Do you want Barrett?

I can get you the weapons you can't get. There is a saying that goes, when the wind is right, even pigs can fly.

"What if they're also involved in drug trafficking? Don't you hate drug trafficking the most?"

Victor looked at him at this question and didn't answer...

Drug trafficking, it's even better if they are trafficking drugs. I won't be afraid of losing points. I can support them and kill them when necessary. Is this considered internal circulation digestion?

"You can lower the bottom line a little bit and be more flexible." Victor patted him on the shoulder and said.

As expected of the boss!

It’s flexible enough!
"Boom boom boom-"

Jeff Bennett knocked on the door and came in with a look of surprise on his face, "Mr. President, we know what the American plan is!"

...

Washington.

The sky is gloomy.

The atmosphere is not right...

Garbage is everywhere.

Ye Zhenli, sitting in the luxury car, looked outside through the window without saying a word.

Cousin Ye Jinghua, however, looked disappointed. "Is this America? It doesn't look that great."

"I thought the air was fresh."

Ye Zhenli turned his head and looked at him, smiling and shaking his head, "This land was a wasteland hundreds of years ago. A group of bandits occupied it and killed the natives. Do you think there can be anything good here?"

Ye Jinghua nodded, and got a little excited when he thought about why he came here. "Brother, the Americans called us and wanted to cooperate with us. Are we going to get rich? And who are we cooperating with this time?"

"The U.S. military found me and they wanted the formula for the Hell series."

"Ah?! The military? The army is also planning to sell drugs! What should we do if we give it to them?" Ye Jinghua said anxiously.

"Don't you think it's a good idea to recruit him?"

Ye Zhenli looked out the window. "This is called technical cooperation. We will give them the latest and best synthesis technology. They will use planes, submarines, and even aircraft carriers to help us transport drugs. Nearly 300 U.S. bases overseas will provide us with sales services. Do you know what this means?"

"We will become the world's largest drug cartel!!" His eyes were shining as he said this.

Ye Jinghua frowned, "What if they play tricks on us? What if they kick us out once they get the formula?"

"They need a white glove who has nothing to do with them. After all, they are the military. Even though they are whores, they still want to build a chastity arch. Maybe one day when the situation is not right, they will throw us out."

"Why cooperate with them? Can't we do it ourselves?"

Ye Zhenli turned to look at him and shook his head.

"Then how long will it take to become number one in the world?"

? !
He is obsessed with the four words "the world's largest".

Medellin, Colombia, remains rampant.

The Thai and Burmese in the Golden Triangle are thriving.

The seeds in the Silver Triangle region are thriving with the help of the Mexican remnants.

It is said that there is a newcomer in the country who is going to ascend the throne.

Even though the Hell series sold well, how many people were eyeing it? Moreover, they had to take a cut from others, and in the end, they became the processing.

There is no channel like that.

The geographical protection is very strict. If you want to get there, you can only fight with others, but he just wants to sell drugs...

I'm not good at fighting!

Ye Zhenli knew that if he didn't find a strong backer, he would be swallowed up sooner or later, so he found a backer for himself. On this blue planet, is there a backer more powerful than the American military?

He came with a big "concession".

Even if the US military asked for a 70:30 split, he would agree!
You can’t catch a wolf without sacrificing a kid!
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(End of this chapter)