Chapter 218 The Public's Lover: Victor!

August 4, 1990.

A US military C130 slowly landed at Tijuana Airport.

Fire trucks on both sides sprayed water to welcome the plane.

The band below began to play with the commander's wave.

All the high-level executives of "Victor Group" have arrived!

You can choose not to come.

Then you don't have to come to work tomorrow.

Hundreds of police officers were also brought in.

The purpose of this time is to welcome the triumphant "warriors"!

The gangway was lowered, and as Kennedy, who was tied with gauze, appeared, the reporters below who had been unable to hold back for a long time began to take pictures.

Kennedy waved his hand, looked at the familiar environment, and couldn't help but say, "I'm back!"

Jonathan Panier in the back also breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't shave his beard, and looked a bit like a caveman.

"God bless."

"This is Tijuana, man, you call Victor by his name." Kennedy said with a smile.

Jonathan Panier shrugged, "Victor bless you!"

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Americans don't really have any faith anyway.

They came down the gangway one by one, and some children gave them flowers.

"Boss..." Kennedy shouted when he saw Victor, and was hugged by him, "Thank you for your hard work!"

He hugged the warriors one by one.

The Mexican News Agency was facing him from all directions.

This is a live broadcast!

Victor wants to make things bigger!

More than 20 million people in Mexico watched it on TV, and military and political institutions, schools, and shopping malls were required to broadcast it.

Guadalupe Island, Victor Carlos Vieri Military Academy.

This school covers an area of ​​1,100 acres and has about 800 students, all of whom are school-age students on the island. Their parents have clean backgrounds, no history of drug trafficking and drug use, and they themselves have no tattoos.

In the middle of the school, there was a sculpture of Victor. His finger pointed to the distance, and it was written below: He is making Mexico!

This style is a bit like Niyazov in Turkmenistan.

That guy made more than 14,000 sculptures of himself across the country.

Perhaps successful people are extremely narcissistic.

The military school designed by Victor does not require any fees, and there will even be a subsidy of 60 US dollars per month, including food and clothing. The only thing is, please be loyal to Grand Duke Victor!

In the upper part of the blackboard in the classroom, in addition to the Mexican national emblem, there is also a portrait of Victor, standing side by side.

There are about 30 students sitting in the classroom, both male and female, sitting upright, they are wearing military uniforms and watching TV.

Above is the ceremonial soldiers carrying coffins out of the transport plane. These are all seriously injured and died on the road when retreating to Ecuador after the war.

A heavy narration appeared on the TV.

"These heroic anti-drug police officers have devoted their youth, blood and even their lives to the mission of justice!"

"They transcend nationality, gender, age and even race. They are true heroes!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The soldiers lined up and fired their guns into the sky.

After placing the coffin, Victor bowed to them one by one.

Then he stood in front of them and gave a speech with tears in his eyes.

"I want to talk about the drug problem again."

"It turns out that the drug dealers are bastards. They are using drugs to destroy our bodies, our country, our nation, and our world!"

"How long have the Mexican people been fighting against drugs?"

"Since the nationwide anti-drug war launched by President Aleman in 1947? No, since August 24, 1821, the day we became independent!"

"That year, we enjoyed our freedom and the fact that it was finally our turn to be the masters of our own house. That year, Mexico was no longer a noun!"

"It was also from that moment that the drug dealers set their sights on this land. They used dirty and violent means to deceive our farmers!"

"169 years! The Mexican people have been fighting against drugs for 169 years!"

"Gentlemen, although we have not succeeded yet, we will never give up." Victor waved his hands vigorously, "We will all sacrifice, and today it is theirs." He turned around and pointed at the coffin.

"Tomorrow it may be you, or it may be me."

"But this war must not be lost, Mexicans must not lose, the people of the world must not lose, and we must fight for the cause of drug control for the rest of our lives!"

"I declare that I will fight against all drug organizations in the world. Golden Mountain Corner and Silver Triangle are all a bunch of bastards living in a small house."

"If the world's drug dealers want to control the world, please, step over my dead body!"

"Long live victory!"

"Drug control will win!"

The whole classroom was filled with Victor's impassioned speech, and the young students sitting in the audience felt their blood boiling.

"Long live!"

"Long live Victor!"

"Eliminate drug dealers all over the world!"

Suddenly, a loud voice shouted loudly. Everyone looked over and saw Santos with red eyes and raised his hands.

Victor's number one fan and godson was shaking with excitement.

Camposter, his good brother next to him, also stood up and raised his hands and shouted vigorously.

Santos's voice was roaring far away, and almost everyone in the military academy heard it.

Gradually...

Some people responded, some roared, and some stood in the corridor, shouting Victor's name.

Do you know why 18-year-olds are called young people?

Because they are passionate enough and full of hope for the world. They want to create the world and want to change the world.

Perhaps, people in their thirties and forties will laugh at them, thinking that they are futile and that society cannot change.

But we should not laugh at young people. Their present is also what you once were.

Victor is popular again.

His "battle declaration" is broadcast on many TV stations in the United States, Canada and other Latin American countries.

This young man around 30 years old is rising!

Many knowledgeable people began to respond to him.

On a talk show in the United States that night, the guest was a popular porn star Anna Nicole Smith, who had a spherical body and was specialized in applying glue.

The host asked her a question, "Who do you want to have sex with the most now?"

Anna said directly, laughing happily, "Victor Carlos Vieri, he is the most manly man I have ever seen!"

After she finished speaking, she tore off her clothes, revealing the two lumps, and saw that she had Victor's name tattooed on them.

"I have contacted the tattoo artist, I want to tattoo his name on my XX and XX, I love him so much, I hope he can come to the United States, I want to meet him."

She boldly expressed her love to the camera, "Victor, I love you, please, can I have your contact information?"

On August 5, more than 10,000 people marched in Washington, the United States, hoping to support Victor in neighboring Mexico and implement a nationwide drug ban.

These people held banners and shouted outside government units.

But if you look over there…

Most of them are middle-aged or elderly, and to be frank, they are all white and Asian.

Opposite them, there are many drug addicts, including a few people of color, who are holding up their middle fingers.

"Idiot! Drug prohibition? Victor is a bastard, are you also bastards? Stupid white people, I think you are crazy, yo, the fat pig across the street, you should go take drugs, taking drugs can make you lose weight! (Please do not try!)" A black man wearing a baseball cap and black sunglasses was singing rap rhythmically.

This thing itself is the street culture of black people.

The person he pointed at was a white woman, and when she heard the other party's words, she rushed over.

"Yo yo yo, she's coming! Fat pig over..."

Before the black man finished speaking, he saw a shocking scene, the woman unzipped her pants, took out the sanitary napkin, and threw it over with force.

Strength + luck = a mess on the face!

With a snap, it stuck directly to the other party's face.

A foul smell rushed up to his head, and the black man screamed loudly, "Ahhh!"

The companion next to him hurriedly pulled off the sanitary napkin and saw the black man's face covered with blood.

"Fuck her! Fuck her!"

The people who opposed drug prohibition rushed forward with curses, and the people on the opposite side naturally would not watch their companions being bullied, so they went up to help, and the two groups of people immediately fought together.

It became a group...group...group fight.

The police rushed in, and the army also came.

This incident caused a big uproar, resulting in 7 deaths and more than 200 injuries.

This is Victor, those who love him love him very much, and those who hate him hate him very much!

The United States also issued a press conference, stating that it would support Mexico's drug prohibition and provide 20 million US dollars in support, as well as 20 P-51A "Mustang" fighters in succession.

When Victor saw this news on TV.

His mouth was crooked with laughter.

He was laughing out of anger.

P-51A "Mustang"?

Why don't you give me the "Air Cobra" P39? Or the XP-26 nicknamed "Toy Gun"?

Da Guo, are you so stingy?

The P-51A is almost 60 years old now. Do you think drug dealers are really poor? Dive bombers like yours are useful, but are you sure you won't be killed by the drug dealers' surface-to-air missiles?

Drug dealers = rich = bosses = armed personnel = rebellion!

So, drug dealers = bastards!

Bastards who are rich and willing to spend money are very fierce.

With Pablo and many warlords behind you, you give me the P-51A!

Fuck you!

Victor turned off the TV angrily, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said to Jason Bourne, "Fuck, stingy guy, sooner or later the Pentagon will be blown up!"

"Boss, do you want these antiques?"

"Yes!"

"Why not? If they offer it, take it." Victor said with his eyes wide open.

It's better to have it than not to have it.

He turned his chair and looked at the map hanging behind him. It was a very clear new map of Mexico. He gestured on it with his finger and paused at a city called "Chinipas".

He pointed his finger twice and said, "Put the plane here when the time comes."

"Chinipas" is just stuck between Chihuahua and Sinaloa. Hehe, I can attack whichever one I want!

After conquering Sonora, Victor built 11 airports in the two states, four of which are in the border area of ​​Sonora, which can accommodate more than 100 planes.

Drug dealers can still do it by working overtime 24 hours a day.

"Your intelligence department has only one thing to do, find out where Guzman's mother lives, and then send her to heaven."

Jason Bourne always felt that the boss cared about other people's mothers.

Guzman's mother should be in her sixties or seventies.

Just then, Casare knocked on the door and came in with a strange expression, "Boss, there is news from the United States."

"What's the matter?"

"They hope you can attend the memorial service held in New York on August 9."

Victor was stunned.

"The Americans invited me to the United States?"

Casare nodded.

Oh.

This is interesting.

He just thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"Okay! Go to the United States to ask for more donations, damn!"

The Americans have money, go and ask for some food!

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