Chapter 438 "Born from the most noble ideals of mankind, it cannot be destroyed by mankind's despicable desires!"
The attack on Giorgia in Thailand had extremely strong reactions in the Yucatan Peninsula and the states of Quintana Roo, Chiapas, and Oaxaca where the Gulf Group is in power!
Especially at this time, the rumor came from unknown sources that Arturo Desena sold the other party to the United Nations Anti-Drug Agency, which teamed up with the local police to arrest him and almost killed him.
This rumor instantly ignited the conflict between Los Zetas and the Gulf Group.
And the only ones affected...are local merchants.
"Beat! Smash it with me." A short, fat man, holding a baseball bat in his hand and a pistol on his waist, directed his younger brother to smash up a KTV. The manager's legs were broken. Twisted at an abnormal angle.
"I paid...protection money!!"
The pudgy man spat in the other person's face, "Who did you give it to? Los Zetas? We are a Gulf group and we didn't give the right money. Who is going to protect you? Tell me, who is going to protect you!!"< br>
That’s right, you’re not allowed to buy two sticks of incense when you go to the temple?
Moreover, the mountains are all wrong.
He raised his baseball bat and hit it hard in front of the manager's horrified eyes.
One moment of coma, two episodes of convulsions, three or four episodes of bleeding that were more difficult to stop than my aunt's, and seven or eight episodes of human soul that I didn't know where to go.
"Boss, the people from Los Zetas are here." The boy at the door ran in anxiously.
"Afraid of eggs? Go, get out!"
The man shouted, and dozens of boys rushed out of the KTV. They saw that the streets were covered with desolation, the trash cans were split in half, and the ground was full of garbage.
On the other side of the road, dozens of people stood and stared angrily.
"Boss, do you want to sweep them away! Fuck!"
"Don't worry, if they don't shoot, we won't shoot either. Otherwise, we are ignoring them?" The short, fat man lowered his voice and raised his head slightly, "Go over and ask him what he wants."
The boy next to him nodded and walked out arrogantly, pointing to the opposite side with a swagger, "The bastard of Los Zetas..."
I haven’t finished speaking yet…
I saw the person on the opposite side taking out a submachine gun and shooting at the Gulf Group people.
Tu tu tu tu…
That Ma Zai was beaten into a paparazzi, and his body was full of bullets.
"Boss, they shot, they shot..."
The short, fat, strong man had already hid in the pillar next to him when he saw something was wrong. A younger brother shouted in panic from behind. The other person turned around and slapped him, cursing, "I'm not blind, fight back! Shake people, he's shaking people!" .”
Two gangs fight in the streets of Oaxaca de Juarez…
This site is one of the strongholds in the bay. As soon as people move, trucks carrying drug dealers will come to join the battlefield. Although the number of Los Zetas is small, they are well-trained and cooperate very well. Players trained by the US military .
I can't defeat Victor's firepower coverage, how can I still defeat you?
"Don't go...don't look." In the yard next to the gunfight, the wife pulled her drunken husband. The husband had drunk a little too much and was obviously drunk. She pushed him away and stood on top of his trash can.
He also raised his hands arrogantly.
"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of!"
"Who can kill me?"
"Who can kill me!!"
Poof…
Before he could finish his words, his body fell directly from the trash can, face down, and fell heavily to the ground.
The wife screamed and ran over, and saw that the other party was out of breath.
"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!!"
The gun battle in Oaxaca de Juarez was not a single one, it also happened in other places. For a time, shops were closed and people suffered...
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Some black people rushed into the supermarket and robbed and raped the waiters.
Most of these black people want to run to the United States through the Yucatan Peninsula. The north is already controlled by government forces, and they can only go through drug traffickers.
There are more than 600,000 people of all races trying to cross the border. The security was already very bad, and now it is even worse.
In the state of Palenque, which is close to Guatemala, because the southern government did not send troops to guard the border, some tribes or refugees between the two countries also took this opportunity to rob the villages below Mexico.
For a while…
The South is in chaos.
"Boss, boss, what a happy event!"
As soon as he got to work in the morning, Casare hurried in with a smile on his face. When he opened the door, his head hit the door, and he grimaced in pain.
"What's going on? Your happy event?"
Victor took a sip of coffee and laughed out loud when he saw him like that.
Casare sneered and covered his head, rubbing it vigorously, "There was a fight between Los Zetas and the Gulf Group in several southern states. Shots were fired, and many people died. Those poisonous people are suppressing local news. , but the matter is too big to be suppressed at all.”
As he spoke, he shouted outside, asking his secretary to push the TV in, and he took the remote control to turn it on.
I saw a female reporter wearing a female helmet, with corpses everywhere behind her...?
Victor sat up straight.
"Last night, a gun battle broke out between hundreds of people on Merida Street in the Yucatan Peninsula, resulting in the death of about 170 people. Both sides used heavy weapons including machine guns and rocket launchers. It can be seen that the shops on both sides were beaten to a mess. …”
As he was talking, the Wal-Mart sign behind him suddenly fell to the ground. The vibrating sound startled the reporter, who hurriedly covered his ears and hid aside.
"Gulf Group and Los Zetas are at war..."
Casare was so excited that his whole body was trembling, "Can we order the troops to go directly south, capture Yucatan directly, and recover all of Mexico?"
He is also ambitious.
You call a bandit with a knife, a gang with ten people, a group with a hundred people, and a warlord with ten thousand people.
He wants to assist Victor in becoming the "Father of the Nation" of the entire Mexico. Then, will he be given a good evaluation in future history textbooks?
He is not short of power or money now. The Gonzalez family has stakes in many industries in Mexico, and the annual dividends alone are close to 100 million US dollars...
Casare now wants fame.
But who knew that Victor smiled instead, motioned for him to sit down, picked up the cup, and poured him a cup of coffee, "It's not time yet."
"Although they are fighting life and death now, they are just standing up for Georgia. Now we are sending troops south. For the sake of profit, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they will still unite their troops to fight back."
"But if this barrier comes out, then we will slowly enlarge it. When one day, this powder keg completely explodes on its own, it will be the moment of decisive battle."
"It's only the end of 1991, less than two years have passed. We need to solve the internal problems first. There are also some tribes hiding in the mountains. We need to immigrate them all and provide them with water and electricity..."
"We also need to retry all the cases in the old Mexico era. We cannot let any good person be wronged, and we cannot let a bad person go free."
The government army now covers an area of about 1.1 million square kilometers and occupies more than 80 million people. However, 46% of the people are still below the poverty line. In order to make them self-sufficient, Victor also set up a "Grain and Food Research and Development Bureau" ”, experts there will go to the countryside to guide farmers in using new seeds.
But farming does not happen overnight...
"The South is like a powder keg, they will explode on their own, but you know, what am I worried about now?" Victor asked.
Casare looked at his boss.
Weihuang took out a stack of documents from the drawer and handed it over, "The sociology professors at the National University of Mexico jointly wrote me a letter a month ago. They hope that we will follow the mainstream capitalism of the United States and Europe." "I hope I can... relax the monopoly and use market capital to enter."
"Nonsense! They are talking nonsense!" Casare got angry immediately, "Boss, if you listen to them, then our methods against the plutocrats will become a joke."
The death of those 11 chaebols is still fresh in my mind.
"I applied for their arrest. They must be American spies."
Victor smiled and waved his hand, "It's not necessary. Convicting language will only make everyone more abusive."
He was also very calm and had no intention of saying that it would take two years to reverse the "American culture" that the Mexican people have cherished for hundreds of years.
"But they gave me an idea, which route are we going to take? What do you think of the Soviet Union?"
"?? They are almost dying. This...isn't this okay?"
"But on the contrary, you see the media controlled by the Western world have made countless insults and abuses against this giant. As for the bearded man, all his achievements have been erased and everything he has turned into mistakes."
"I remember that there was a selection of the greatest politicians in the world, and no one voted for the bearded man. This was a shameful political vote, but I think he is great. He quelled civil strife, fought against enemy forces, and brought the Soviet Union to the forefront. From an agricultural country to a world-class one, people will miss him twenty or thirty years later.”
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When Victor talked about this iron and loving father, he still had a look of respect on his face.
"The Soviet Union became the world's leader from an anti-French alliance with 26 million killed. Why did he make the United States afraid of him? Is it nuclear weapons? Is that enough power to destroy the United States? No, the United States is also capable of destroying the Soviet Union."
"The only thing that the Soviet Army can threaten is Europe. The reason why the United States is afraid of the Soviet Union is that the latter has an ideology that will completely destroy the Western world. Ideas are the core competitiveness. Even if we laugh at it or joke about it, we cannot deny it. …”
"A great country must have a great spirit and mission."
"And this is what Mexico currently lacks."
Victor tapped his fingers on the table, "I want to inject new soul into our new country."
Kasare suddenly trembled when he saw the boss's firm eyes.
"If we surrender to capitalism, if we lower our heads and walk with the United States, then...our own path and dignity are completely in their hands, then what is the meaning of my efforts and struggle?"
"What is the significance of our war on drugs?"
"What is the meaning of asking chaebol capital and farmers who oppress farmers to get out?"
In fact, it starts with land distribution...
Mexico is destined to never be accepted by the Western world again.
What are farmers to them?
Disdainful fuel.
And Victor respecting them is the greatest insult to capital.
"Boss..." Casare may have known what path the other party was going to take. He trembled a little when he spoke, but still grabbed his hand, "No matter what you do, I will support you."
"Born from the most noble ideals of mankind, it cannot be destroyed by the despicable desires of mankind!"
"We want to be a safe haven for workers, and we also want to be a fair, just, and peaceful country. We cannot allow killing, hatred, drugs, and arms to grow on this land. We defend ourselves and justice."
Victor looked at his firm eyes and was also very moved.
Maybe this is funny...
Maybe...it's childish.
But Victor, who was greedy for money, lustful, unscrupulous, despicable, cunning, duplicitous, and full of lies, still hoped that after his death, there would be a ray of light in the world that he would shine on.
"After we leave, they will build your schools and hospitals, and they will also raise your wages. This is not because of their conscience, nor because they have become good people, but because...we have been here!"
November 2, 1991.
Mexican President Cuauquemot delivered a televised speech.
Officially announced that the "Mexican Workers' Party" will be renamed: "People's Party".
This news immediately caused a storm in North America, South America, Europe, Asia, and the Middle East.
"If, if when you face injustice, when you are so angry that you tremble, please come to Mexico, please join us, and please let us call you comrade."
"Please join us and fight for mankind's simplest ideals."
"We are fighting drugs, we are fighting, and we... are also working for the destiny of all mankind!"
The old Americans next door are all blown away...
Ouch, damn it!
The Soviet Union is about to die. What is going on?
They panic, they panic, they curse.
Donald Rumsfeld called Victor and asked him what he was doing.
"Don't be nervous, sir, prohibiting drugs, prohibiting guns, prohibiting killing, and prohibiting oppression are our political ideals..."
"You should know what you are doing! Victor, you are throwing away the help that the entire Western world has given you. The Soviet Union is going to die and no one will support you. Don't make such childish jokes."
"But... when we were violated by drug dealers and killed by criminals, the world didn't save us, right?"
"Of course, I am not exaggerating communism, but... we need a safe haven, a safe haven for human beings."
Rumsfeld laughed at these words, "Do you think you are the savior? There are so many human beings, how can you save them?"
"There must always be ideals, otherwise, if you lie on money every day, you will only be a slave to money."
The Americans couldn't understand why Victor was so crazy.
Are you kidding me?
"Don't go too far. I will try my best to put in a good word for you. Don't make things difficult for me again." After a few words of persuasion, Rumsfeld hung up the phone.
Victor listened to the busy tone on the phone.
He smiled.
Picked up the cigar and took a puff.
Even before the Soviet Union is completely dead, the United States has already regarded itself as the new boss of the world. It is so rude in its words. Help me?
Only you can help yourself.
Victor didn't want to be anti-American, he just knew that if he didn't resist, he would be a dog of the United States.
But he doesn't want to be a dog.
He wants to be human.
He wants his family to sit around and have lights on in his future.
He wants…
Watching the sunset quietly.
"I just want...dignity."
It is needed both when you are alive and when you are dead.
……
(End of chapter)