Chapter 219: Disrespect Mr. Victor? Shoot!

Victor thought about it and decided to accept the invitation.

Casare looked at him, "Boss, should we bring some local specialties?"

"What specialties does Mexico have? Drug addicts who urinate and defecate everywhere?" Victor was surprised and couldn't help laughing, "Or do you think we should bring them new drugs developed by drug dealers?"

This made Casare blush.

The United States has everything that Mexico has, and drug addicts have it too!

The United States also has things that Mexico doesn't have, such as drug addicts in Florida.

That place...

It is said that one Christmas, a black woman from a poor family might have taken too many drugs. She wanted to steal a Christmas tree home, but there was no place to hide it, so... she stuffed the tree into her body.

In the end, she lost a lot of blood... and was taken away by an ambulance.

"When we go there, it's one thing to mourn the victims, and another thing is to ask Americans to donate, 100 US dollars per person. Even if it's hundreds of thousands in the end, it will solve some problems for us. Whatever you bring, just bring your loyalty. Find the best painter in Mexico to paint a bust of Bush and give it to him as a gift. When we get there, we will say that this thing has been hanging in my office for a long time, so that Americans know that we stand with them."

Victor is also a professional at flattering.

There is no way, he can't beat them, so he can only flatter them first.

He can do it tough, just like Colonel Ka, but you know, this guy was finally beaten by five big men on the ground, and there were hundreds of onlookers nearby, but no one dared to plead for him.

When the boss got tired of fighting, they all wiped their sweat like sluts, saying, "Colonel Ka, you made me suffer."

Victor's diplomatic strategy is just one sentence: "If you can beat me, I'll fuck you."

If you can't beat him, "Brother, what do you want me to do?"

Casare suddenly had a picture in his mind.

"Hey! Family, it's time for dinner!"

He shuddered suddenly. Isn't this a bit too disgusting?

"What's wrong?" Victor glanced at him.

Casare hurriedly shook his head and changed the subject, "Boss, how do we arrange the entourage?"

"You and Kennedy come with me, transfer Zolph Sherman to Tijuana, let him take my place, and hand over the frontline troops to Damon Hessf Zola of EDN (Emergency Response Team for Mexico)."

Victor paused while speaking, frowned, and suddenly changed the subject, "How is the implementation of the Police Council in Tijuana?"

"Very smoothly, but some people are still gossiping, obviously very dissatisfied."

"Dissatisfied? It seems that they are not satisfied with me. Let the Thirteen Taibao go to their house to visit. There is definitely something wrong with people who do not uphold the decision!" Victor said directly.

The obvious "dictatorial" means of the Military Council actually have less obstacles in Sonora State. Nonsense, all of them were shot by him.

But in Tijuana, many people understand that Victor wants to have a one-man show!

They were a little unhappy about being deprived of power, but the gun speaks for itself, so they could only shrink their heads.

"Tomorrow, I will convene the first parliament. The content is about the streamlining and expansion of the anti-drug force. You make arrangements."

Casare's heart moved. The boss is going to reorganize the police force? !

He has a hunch that he will be promoted again! ?

"Yes! Boss!"

Victor narrowed his eyes. He planned to reorganize the police force before going to the United States. It's time to have a navy, land and air police force.

It's also time to upgrade his police rank.

Mexico City disagrees?

Why should I ask others to agree with my own rules? !

...

In the Godr community.

It is also commonly known as: Tijuana Bureaucratic District.

Many government officials live here.

Including the chief judge of Baja California and the person in charge of the state assembly live here. The two families usually have a good relationship, and because they are side-by-side villas, they can even see each other's homes in the garden.

Therefore, the two of them often "secretly complained" to each other.

The same was true on August 6.

After dinner, the two leaned against the wall and complained about the rules and regulations under Victor's rule and his "atrocities!"

"Victor actually dissolved the parliament and let those big soldiers go in to hold a military parliament. This is dictatorship. He is dragging Mexico into an era of ignorance!" The former speaker of the parliament, Lal Jimenez, shook his head and sighed.

He is almost 60 years old and has fluffy hair.

With a cigarette in his mouth and frowning, "Victor is taking power, and his ambition is slowly growing. I knew he was not a good guy a long time ago, but he moved too fast."

He lowered his voice, "I heard that the Sonora State Parliament has been massacred by him!"

The chief justice of Lower California, Jose Guardado, listened quietly next to him. He was shocked when he heard this, "Massacred? Really? Victor can't do such a thing! This... This is against the entire Mexican system!"

It had been almost a month since Lal Jimenez was stripped of his position as speaker. He had been unhappy for a long time. Seeing that his old friend didn't believe him, he smacked his lips. Just as he was about to continue speaking, the two heard the sound of brakes and turned their heads to look.

Five cars were parked at the door, and more than a dozen people got off from them. They were wearing police uniforms, but they were different from ordinary Mexican police uniforms. They were a bit German-style, and there was a sentence written on their chests.

"Loyalty is greater than reason!"

There was also a picture of a scale, tilted to the left, with Victor written on it!

The right side was tilted up and it said: Life.

Meaning, Victor is greater than life!

The leader, George Smiley, walked to the door and took out his ID, "Mexican Intelligence Bureau 13th Division!"

"Mr. Lal Jimenez, suspected of defaming and slandering Mr. Victor in a public place."

"Please come back with us for investigation."

13th Division?

What is this place?

They didn't know, but seeing them like that, an organization immediately came to mind, "Cheka!"

The Thirteen Protectors is of course a title, and it can't be a formal organization.

The staff standing behind George Smiley rushed in, pressed the former speaker to the ground while he was struggling, and handcuffed him.

The family members who heard the noise inside ran out and saw this scene, and shouted continuously. A Teddy dog ​​even kept barking, baring its teeth at George Smiley, and ran directly over, wanting to bite him!

"Go to hell!"

George Smiley kicked Teddy on the chin, knocking it to the ground, and stepped on his dog's head with one foot, as hard as twisting a cigarette butt.

"Woof woof... woof woof!"

Teddy barked hard, but it turned into a humming sound in the end. George Smiley stepped hard on its face and died directly.

Little guy, still so crazy!

"You released fierce dogs and attempted to attack Communist government personnel. Your behavior is bad. Please come with us to the 13th place for a cup of tea." George Smiley narrowed his eyes and looked at Lal Jimenez's family.

"This is retaliation! This is slander!" The arrested former speaker shouted loudly, "Save me, Jose!"

George Smiley looked at the stunned Lower California Chief Justice next to him. The other party shuddered when he met his eyes and raised his hand quickly, "I don't know him!"

Lal Jimenez felt cold all over and shouted angrily, "Jose! We have been to whores together..."

"Hold his mouth, he is slandering me!" The Chief Justice's face suddenly changed and shouted loudly, this can't be said casually.

George Smiley smiled when he heard this, walked over, looked at Jose Guadalado whose face turned green, and said, "Your Excellency, if you want to go to whorehouse, please remember to pay taxes on time."

He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't forget to pay, otherwise you will go to jail." After that, he left, and the other party was scared and sweating all over.

George Smiley got into the car and took the roster on the panel.

There were about 20 names written on it.

"Go to the next place, Congressman Jorge Campos."

"He said in the bar that Mr. Victor was... a rat."

"Catch him and pull out his tongue!"

George Smiley said coldly.

13th place is destined to be famous.

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