Chapter 416 Grain Controller: What a familiar scene!
“The Quimahuacán slums have been liberated!!”
Ten thirty in the evening...
More than a dozen Humvees were racing on the main road in Mexico, and some people were carrying The loudspeaker shouted.
Many people were lying by the windows, watching with different expressions.
"Beckett, be careful, don't stick your head out, be careful of those bastards seeing you." A little boy wearing Snoopy was lying on the bed looking outside, and an angry scolding came from behind him.
The little boy was very clean and had big eyes. He turned his head and saw his father, a truck driver, shirtless and cursing.
Because of the curfew, many businesses have disappeared, which makes him very dissatisfied.
“Can’t you keep your voice down?” the mother next to me complained.
"Keep your voice down? Why should I keep my voice down! That bitch, Victor, is a bullshit government. I tell you, he will be killed by someone else tomorrow!"
After the man had finished drinking, he got a little drunk and started talking nonsense and without thinking.
“Can you stop being so naive? What will others think if you make a quarrel like this?”
“Who makes you care so much? The pretty guy downstairs or the guy upstairs? That teacher with glasses? ”
Beckett looked away after looking at his own house. Anyway, they had been quarreling since he was very young, so he was used to it.
He looked at the Hummer speeding under the street lights in the distance, with the national flag hanging on it, as if he could hear the sound of the flag being blown by the wind.
"Vegit, Vegetto."
He suddenly heard someone calling him below, so he stuck his head out. His classmate who lived downstairs was turning his head and shouting, waving his hands vigorously.
"Have you finished your homework?"
Vegit shook his head, "Not yet, isn't it still very early? There are still three days of vacation."
" Then hurry up and write. My dad got me some tickets to visit the military camp. You can come with me then.”
"Me?" Vegetto hesitated, "What's so fun."
"It's much more fun. I heard that you can also see the specimens made after drug dealers were killed. By the way, I Dad said that those who go can also get a commemorative badge with General Victor’s face on it,” the classmate shouted excitedly.
"Victor..."
Vegit almost felt calloused by this name. People were chanting it on the streets, at school, at home, and even at breakfast stalls.
"We must respect him. It is impolite to call him a general. It is impolite to call him by his first name." The classmate interrupted.
"Okay, promise me, we will go visit together then, don't forget."
Vegit looked at the classmates' heads retracted, frowning, he didn't know why this newcomer "Sir" will be more popular than Popovich.
The only difference is that there are really no gangsters with tigers on the left and dragons on the right on the streets, and it is rare to see people taking drugs in the street. He once saw it in front of the school. My classmate was surrounded by people and had injections in his arms.
He didn't understand what was good about that thing. When the other party found him, Sayazi ran away.
When was the last time I saw that classmate who was taking drugs?
It must have been a month or so...
At that time, the Northern Army came in, and the next day I heard that the whole family of the other party was taken to the streets and shot to death by the Northern Army!
I don’t know whether Victor is a good guy or a bad guy...
After all, Vegetto is only in the third grade, and there are many things that he doesn’t know very well yet!
Tick~
Suddenly a drop of water fell down and hit him on the head. He raised his head and felt more and more rain coming down. He quickly retracted his head and closed the window. Seeing that they were still quarreling, it had already reached the point of wanting to take action. The parents quietly closed the door and climbed into the quilt. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
I don’t know why my mind is filled with the image of Victor.
"Good night, General~".
Vegit muttered to himself.
Crash! !
The light rain quickly turned into a downpour.
God could no longer close the valve and began to urinate.
"Everyone squat down and hold their heads!"
A group of dejected gangsters put their hands on their fronts and lowered their heads. All their shoes were taken off and their feet were bare. Squatting on the ground, he was surrounded by soldiers wearing raincoats, holding weapons and looking at him with unkind expressions.
"Commander, be careful." Douglas Haig said hurriedly, holding an umbrella for Guderian.
Deputy Division Commander Luigi Cardorna looked at him coldly from behind, with a slight twitch in his eyes. He did not reject the other party's flattering attitude. After all, in many official circles, if you don't bend down, there are many people who are willing.
During the time when drug traffickers were in power in old Mexico...
Many people may have forgotten that many high-ranking officials who wanted to climb into positions would shamelessly call drug dealers their brothers, without asking for help, just hoping that their opponents would find drug dealers. When doing it yourself, you can know the news in advance and run away.
Very humble.
Guderian pushed Douglas Haig's hand, "You can support yourself, I have a raincoat."
The latter was not embarrassed and just smiled beside him.
“How many prisoners are there in total?”
“There are more than 3,000 people.” said the staff officer next to him.
"So many." Guderian frowned. Just as he was pondering, he heard scoldings. He raised his head and saw a white man standing in a phalanx of two hundred people. He got up and shouted, "Brothers, stand up and resist! These Mexican bastards have no intention of letting us go..."
The soldiers next to him rushed up and pressed his shoulders, and many white people nearby also Seizing the opportunity to make noise, the situation has a tendency to spread.
Luigi Cardorna glanced at the teacher's face and was livid.
He immediately stood up and said, "What are you still doing? Execution!"
Pointing at the team of two hundred people, "Kill them all! If one person makes a noise, they will all be killed together!"
< br>The soldier was startled. This was the first time for the recruit to kill prisoners, but the former veteran of the 5th Regiment standing next to him had done it many times. The Humvee parked on one side was carrying a GAU-19 three-barreled machine gun. .
A bullet chain hangs next to it.
A veteran pulled the new recruit down, stood up, and swept at the phalanx with a ferocious smile!
Chug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug!
The bullets rubbed sparks through the rain in the dark night and swept down a large area.
The soldiers standing nearby were startled and quickly distanced themselves, for fear of being accidentally injured.
This GAU-19 machine gun is very crisp.
The world-famous "euthanasia" is not painful at all. Sometimes you feel like you have been bitten by a mosquito, and then nothing happens.
"Ah! Help! Help, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!!"
"I surrender! I surrender! I didn't resist, don't kill me!!"< br>
Some of the 200 people were completely implicated. Many of them knelt on the ground begging for mercy when they died.
Several other areas where gangsters gathered were obviously in chaos when gunfire was heard, but they were quickly suppressed.
Without the help of geographical location, gangsters are like wild dogs. They don't even have the courage to bark.
Ga~
The muzzle of the GAU-19 machine gun paused and the ammunition belt was emptied.
The corpses in front of them were lying everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers. The blood ran to the feet of the recruits along with the wash of rain. The smell of blood in the air made many soldiers feel nauseated.
"Swallow it! If anyone vomits it out, you will have to lie down on your stomach and eat it tonight!" the company platoon leader next to him scolded, and many swallowing sounds were heard in the dark night.
Guderian looked at Luigi Cardorna with satisfaction, appreciating the opponent's decisiveness, and went over and patted the veteran shooter on the shoulder. He didn't say anything, but the leader's pat still made the latter excited. .
This means remembering you.
Your benefits will be indispensable in the future.
After the leader finished leaving, the person in charge of the scene waved his hand, and two military forklifts came up, shoveled the corpse, and then dumped it onto the personnel carrier, which should have been pulled outside for burial.
The people under Victor did a good job in this regard.
He would also help with the funeral arrangements...
After receiving the news that the Kimahuakan slum had been liberated, Victor shouted hello three times in a row and walked around the office with his face flushed and praising him repeatedly. "Guderian, the Mexican tiger general!"
"Prepare the car, let's go to the slums to have a look."< br>
Casare hurriedly stopped him and advised, "Boss, the slums are not safe yet. I don’t know if anyone is hiding in them. Let’s wait until daybreak before going there. And... the 5th Division is also handling the follow-up work now. "If we go, it will delay their business."
This is what Fatty Ka can say.
No one else would dare to say that.
Victor thought about it for a moment, but it was true, but he always felt like a cat scratching his heart. Casare rolled his eyes and said, "We can go to the place where civilians are resettled."
"Okay. , you make the arrangements, by the way, there is no need to inform the following.”
“Okay!”
Casare hurriedly went to make arrangements and waited for Victor to come down wearing the coat with the "Marshal rank" on it. By the time, the Secret Service had already arranged the vehicle.
A group of five vehicles drove towards the "Alexander Civilian Resettlement Area".
This place is also a bit far from the city center, outside the city. After driving for about forty minutes, we arrived at our destination and looked at the uniform tents stretching for miles.
These civilians will wait until the next day for them to be transferred to resettlement. Anyway, there are many empty houses in Mexico City now.
"Who!" a sentry shouted when he noticed them.
George Smiley ran over and gave the command, and then brought the sentry over. The latter looked at Victor and saluted excitedly, "General!" "Thank you for your hard work. Isn't it cold at night?" "Victor asked with a smile and tightened his clothes for him.
"It's not cold!"
"Young people should also take care of their own bodies. It's okay. You go ahead. I'll go in and take a look. You don't need to notify your leaders."
The sentry nodded vigorously.
Victor smiled and pulled out a cigarette for him. The other person looked at the cigarette in his hand, with mixed feelings. Really... would any leader pull out a cigarette for him?
He carefully hid it in his pocket, and he planned to keep it!
In the future, he can also play tricks with others.
Victor led a group of people into the temporary resettlement area. It was raining heavily and it was very quiet.
"Huh?" His eyes flashed, and he saw two children not far away, barefoot and confused in the rain, the slightly older one hugging each other tightly.
He frowned and walked over with an umbrella to cover them, "Children, why don't you go to bed early on a rainy day?"
Seeing a group of adults approaching, the two of them were obviously very nervous. The girl lowered her head like a quail. The little boy was also a little scared, but he still stood in front of his sister and stammered, "I... we don't know where we live. , No... no... our tent."
Victor's face fell.
"Who is in charge here? Call me out!"
There were followers behind me who were busy braving the rain to call out people.
Looking at the two brothers and sisters shivering from the cold, Victor untied his raincoat, took off the military uniform with the rank of marshal inside and put it on the little girl. The other girl looked at his brother at a loss.
"Get dressed, don't catch a cold."
Casare next to him also hurriedly took off his clothes and put them on the boy.
Soon the entourage ran over.
"Where are the people?!" Casare asked.
The other party looked ugly, as if he had eaten shit. He pointed to the innermost military tent and said, "Drink in it."
"???????"
The big guys all had black lines on their heads, and everyone looked at Victor.
"Okay! Okay! It's really great!" Emperor Wei also laughed angrily, "I want to see what kind of person is so chic."
As he said He walked towards the tent aggressively.
The closer he got, the smell of alcohol...
When he waved the door curtain, the scene inside made him wide-eyed with anger!
Seven or eight people fell to the ground, drunk and unconscious.
Victor glanced at a lieutenant colonel with his golden finger.
Caspar Gonzalez!
Male!
Born in Guadalajara in 1955.
Joined the Mexican Army in 1978.
He later studied at the New Mexico Military Academy, served as deputy commander-in-chief of the Sonora National Guard, and led his troops in an uprising in mid-1990!
…
It turned out to be “bringing capital into the group”!
During the Northern and Southern War, many people turned their backs. Some were as brave and capable as Vasily of the 336th Regiment, who now serves as the deputy division of the 4th Marine Division. However, there were also many people who were not suitable to lead troops, and they were more or less dismissed. The military power was reduced and sent to the second line.
If they hadn't still had the value of united front, they would have been left alone long ago.
“Drag him out and get a shower!”
Someone next to him dragged them out and threw them in the rain. Seven or eight people drank to death, and only two or three people They opened their eyes hazily, and when they saw Victor standing with a gloomy face, they trembled, and the alcoholic energy dissipated, and he stood tremblingly.
"Bring the whip! Take off their military uniforms." Victor stretched out his hand, and the attendant handed over a riding crop. The Secret Service man took off their clothes like a wolf and tiger, and held them back.
Snap!
Victor whipped the whip, and blood was drawn from a major's back, and he couldn't help but scream miserably.
The movement was very loud, and many people in the tent leaned their heads over, watching this scene eagerly.
“This is a slap on you for drinking in the army!”
“The second slap on you is for your dissolute behavior!” Victor slapped you hard, without stopping at all, and cursed, “The third slap on you Slap you for dereliction of duty.”
"That's what you do when you let two children stay outside on a rainy day?"
"The Mexican people are my relatives and friends, are you bullying them? Or are you bullying me?!"
Pop!
"I don't dare, General, I don't dare anymore." The major cried.
This whip really hurts.
The other two people next to them had their fists clenched, showing fear, with their heads lowered and their eyes filled with fear.
"Do you remember our team's slogan? Tell me!" Victor asked loudly, pointing at the two of them.
“Everything…”
“Louder!”
“Everything is for the country, everything is for the people, fight for national freedom and liberation!” The two men shouted in unison explain.
When Victor goes up, he hits each person with a whip.
“This is not a slogan, this must be deeply rooted in our ranks. Our army is to liberate the people who are abused by drugs. We are not oppressors. We come from the people and go to the people! ”
On a rainy night.
Victor's angry roar echoed far away.
The people who were resettled heard it clearly. They looked at each other, a little at a loss, a little confused, and even a little... palpitating.
"Uncle...Uncle, don't hit him." The little girl suddenly came over, grabbed Victor's clothes and whispered, "You will kill someone."
"Hmph!"
"You guys Three were retired where they were, and the five over there were all handed over to the military court and dealt with strictly and quickly."
All of them were kicked off.
The three people who were whipped were a little pitiful just now, but when they heard this, they didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. At least they didn’t have to go to jail.
When entering the military court, there is an order from the Supreme Leader, and you have to be detained for at least two years, right?
The dereliction of duty is quite serious.
They should be thankful that they have a better drinking capacity and sober up faster.
The rain in the sky slowly became less and less.
Thunderstorms are like this...
A woman's temper is the same, it comes and goes quickly.
Victor turned his head. He looked at the faces of many civilians. They all poked their heads, and some people in the distance came out and stood on tiptoe to watch.
Looked over with curious eyes.
After all, he is now a high-ranking official in name, and will attract attention in any country.
“Compatriots, if I hadn’t come here today, I wouldn’t have known that there was such a cancer in the army. In the future, if you encounter such soldiers who do not comply with the regulations, you can all go to the local army to file a complaint. If a soldier makes a mistake, Extra punishment!”
"Drug dealers were running rampant during the Popovich pseudo-government era, and the scene of gangster police collecting protection money everywhere will become a thing of the past!"
"There will be no slums in Mexico, and there will be no ordinary people. You can also do it for When this country is building, no one can lie on your head and yell at you!”
His words immediately aroused his emotions. If he just said it in vain, maybe no one would believe it, but just now it was in public. Several officials were whipped.
Grain Supervisor: What a familiar scene!
I'll just lend you your head.
Victor needs to liberate the people at the bottom, and then take advantage of the population to create an economy. These people in the slums are all good "workers". Of course, they will receive the treatment they deserve, and it will not be low.
Let farmers also become valuable!
During the Popovich period, communication control over northern radio stations was very strict, and Victor was like a scourge in their eyes, just like North and South Korea, who looked at each other stupidly.
The crowd fell silent for a while...
I don’t know where a shout came from, "Long live General Victor!!"
George Smiley's sharp eyes saw a "familiar" figure flashing past in the distance. He looked at Casare next to him. Fatty Kasare looked at him with an upright face and nodded towards him. .
Victor was also a little on top, "Long live the people!"
Crack!
The accompanying National Palace staff took this photo.
It will be published in the Workers' Party Newspaper tomorrow.
I've already thought of the name.
“Long live the people!”
These are all pens raised by Victor.
According to the previous words, it is a mouthpiece.
Some people say this is called beautification...
No, this makes the people eager to hear Victor's voice. The sheep in Mexico need a wolf to lead them into the distance!
……
(End of this chapter)