Chapter 135 Why Didn’t You Call Me when Voting?

Quaukmot's wife suddenly tightened her expression, her fingers couldn't help but grab her husband's arm, and she used her left hand to cover her son's eyes.

But young people are curious about many things after all.

He looked at the floating body through the gap. Was that... a drug dealer?

It turns out that drug dealers can also be killed?

"Isn't this a bit inhumane?" Cuauquemot's wife frowned and asked, "Isn't there no hanging in Mexico? Is it sentenced by the court?"

Giancarlos looked at him strangely, "Madam, drug dealers in Mexicali, Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island don't need to be tried if they are caught, they can be executed directly!"

"Of course, Mr. Victor no longer allows the casual execution of drug dealers, because they need to build roads and plant green belts, and they also need to do many dangerous things."

"Then that one just now..."

"But in order to remind the general public not to be involved in drugs casually, a lazy drug dealer will be caught and hanged every day."

Okay...

Last place elimination system.

They are all drug dealers. Instead of killing you, Victor should be praising his name. Instead, he is lazy. Isn’t this just living and wasting food?

Giancarlos looked at the family and knew their identities, so he softened his language slightly and said, "Drug dealers cannot change. Believing that they will not sell drugs is better than believing that Mr. Victor is God..."

"When drug dealers understand that it is easy to make money, they will not settle down. Are they willing to be farmers? Are they willing to live a boring life every day?"

"They are hopeless. Greed has devoured them. The best way is to send them to reincarnation."

Quaukmot frowned and nodded. He was not a pedantic person. He sat in the car and observed quietly.

Vendors hawking, women with children, running students, police officers patrolling with weapons.

Everything seemed in order.

So familiar...

At that time, when my father was the governor of Michoacán, it was the same. No drug dealer dared to show up, and everyone had a smile on their face.

I was sitting on my father's shoulders, looking at the church in Michoacan. I was 5 years old at that time, and more than thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

His father died, the church was burned down, and Mexico, where he had spent his entire life...

It has also become a world-famous drug den!

As the car drives through Center Street, you can see red paint markings everywhere on the walls of houses:

"Violent solution to drug dealers!"

“Kill the drug dealers, the law will not punish them!”

"Taking drugs means sucking life. If you take drugs today, you will be shot tomorrow!"

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This somewhat high-pressure method obviously turned around the drug situation in Mexicali in a short period of time.

Even because of Victor's methods, other crimes have been greatly reduced.

Even the black groups that like to cause trouble are shrinking back now.

The vehicle drove into Mexicali City Hall, which was guarded by police.

Giancarlos took the wheelchair out of the trunk, helped Cuaukmote's wife sit up, and covered her with a blanket.

The clothes on Kwaukemot's family were not even as good as a drug dealer's dinner.

Victor led people down the steps, and he gave Kwaukmot a warm hug. The latter was confused by him.

Do we know each other well?

Victor also shook hands with his wife and children, smiling and saying in a gentle tone, "Welcome."

"I admire your father very much. Mr. Cardenas is my idol. He is a great man."

Kasare listened expressionlessly from behind.

Boss…

You didn't even know who Cardenas was.

Idol?

Anyway, the other party doesn’t know, so just say whatever you want.

Everyone likes to hear others praise their fathers, and as expected, Kwaukmot's face became much more relaxed when he heard him say this.

Victor is a very well-rounded person, he will not neglect anyone, and occasionally interacts with his wife and son, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

Those who can take the lead are those with charismatic personalities.

Just like Lincoln, many people scolded him, but he admitted that he was very charming in some aspects, and he could even remember the janitor's name.

At that time, there were hundreds of staff members in the White House who he could recognize and call out.

This is a skill and ability.

"Santos, Stephanie, can you help me entertain my new friends?" Victor looked at his godson and said with a smile.

In order to prevent Cuauquemot's son McClure from being bored, he also called Santos and others, who did not have a wife, otherwise they could engage in "lady diplomacy."

"Of course!" Santos smiled and stretched out his hand towards McClure.

The latter looked at his father, and Quaukmot smiled and patted his head, "Go ahead."

McClure rushed out immediately.

He had no friends in Mexico City.

No one wants to play with him...

When everyone is wallowing in a muddy world, his father's integrity sometimes seems particularly "funny" to others.

"He hasn't smiled like this in a long time." Quaukmot looked at his son and sighed.

Victor spread his hands, "Isn't this our fault?"

"A weak and incompetent talker cannot bring benefits to our country. He makes women afraid to wear short skirts on the streets. He makes children lose their smiles. He makes men lose their lives anytime and anywhere. Such a person I don’t know what to do with it?”

Quaukmot's eyelids twitched.

He didn't expect Victor to have such a strong attack power when he sat down. Isn't this talking about Carlos?

"This is everyone's voting choice." He said after a pause.

"Why didn't you call me when you voted?" Victor said with a smile, "That means you look down on me."

Quaucmote looked up at him.

Daguo, when Carlos came to power, you were still a prison guard.

Who knows if you are possessed by aliens and become so fierce all of a sudden?

"Sir, Mexico can't sink like this anymore. We have to change. Drug dealers should be in the sewers and in the graves, not on the streets. Look at my...people's Mexicali. Isn't the air here much better than Mexico City?"

Quaucmote raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have heard the word "my" just now?

But he didn't investigate further.

"Mexicali is sure, I see hope."

Victor smiled happily, his achievements were praised, "Then we should spread this model throughout Mexico, everyone should benefit."

Quaucmote shook his head, "Carlos will not agree."

"What about you?" Victor asked back, spreading his hands, "Since he is useless, let's replace him with someone who is willing."

"The political legacy your father left you is not to be wasted."

"Is there anyone in Mexico now who is more suitable than you to take over Carlos' position?"

Victor stared at him, he saw that Quaucmote's hands could not help but clenched, he must be in a state of anxiety.

"If you are willing, I and my police officers will be your backing. When the time comes, you let us aim our guns at God, we will not hesitate."

Quaucmote lowered his head. When he came, he knew what his advantages were. Victor was willing to help him, definitely because of some political needs.

He was silent for a long time, "What do you need?"

Victor's expression was restrained, his face was solemn, "My request is very simple, the government will go to war with drug dealers!"

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