Chapter 448: I cried when I hit myself on the head!

Chapter 448: I cried when I hit myself on the head!

Zhi~

A gray-colored bus stopped at the Mexico City border checkpoint. The door opened and two police officers stepped onto the bus. They glanced at the entire bus and placed their hands on their waists, watching with vigilance.

"Everyone, open the packages you are carrying and let us check them."

When you enter the capital, of course you have to be strict.

After all, there is still fighting, and some saboteurs will run in.

Generally, the capitals of each state have border checkpoints, as well as military and police, to avoid accidents.

After hearing what they said, an old woman sitting in the back had a visibly troubled expression. She squeezed her thin body inward and lowered her head.

Suddenly, the passenger sitting next to her stood up suddenly and said, "Officer, the bag in this old woman's hand has a smell. Take a look."

The other party's voice was very loud. After shouting, he trembled and stood next to the policeman and pointed.

The policeman frowned and walked over, looking at the luggage bag at the old lady's feet, "Old man, open it for us to check."

"No...nothing. They are all specialties brought from my hometown." The old man raised his head and begged, "No...no need to check."

But the more you act like this, the more alert the police will be. "Please open it!" the voice becomes louder.

Seeing that the other party was still coy, the police officer behind him went up and grabbed the box. Unexpectedly, the old lady pulled the other party as if she had been stimulated.

Colleagues quickly held him down and called for backup.

Three or four policemen and soldiers below rushed up to them, yelling at everyone to sit down and not move.

The policeman who got the bag opened the zipper, his pupils shrank and his scalp went numb, "Boss, there is... a head!!"

Head? !

Upon hearing this, the passengers sitting next to him also panicked, but some stood up and watched curiously.

The police officer leading the team hurriedly lowered his head and saw a man's head standing out, eyes wide open.

The cheeks were deeply sunken and the face was pale, covered with lime, but at a glance, it seemed that he had been dead for a long time.

"Hands up!!" The gun was pointed at the old woman.

kill?

It's crazy to come in with your head in hand.

"I have a grievance!! I want to file a complaint, I want to file a complaint!" the old lady suddenly shouted emotionally.

…

It’s the end of the year and work is even busier.

But at this time, Victor was conducting research in the "Mexican National Armament Corporation", which was a newly integrated company with weapons fields, aircraft production, warship research and development, etc. under its name.

According to the M1A2 "Abrams" previously redeemed with 850 million points.

This is a level higher than the M1A1 used by the US military. In the original world, they would not start development and production until 1992 and enter the army in 1993.

Compared with the M1A1, the total combat weight of the M1A2 is about 70 tons, which is 5 tons heavier than the opponent.

The former has a maximum speed of approximately 65 km/h, while the M1A2 has a maximum speed of approximately 75 km/h.

Both are equipped with 120mm rifled guns, but the M1A2 has more powerful firepower and has a more advanced fire control system.

It doesn't look like much difference, but it's actually a qualitative leap. It's not easy to improve the weapons themselves.

At the proving ground, Victor personally got into the car and felt the feeling of Mercedes-Benz.

But the driver seemed to be afraid of bumps and was driving slowly. This made Victor very unhappy. He patted the driver on the shoulder and said, "How come you, a sergeant, drive an armored vehicle slower than a girl? Come on, throttle." Step on it.”

The sergeant is sweating so much...

"If you can't do it, come down and I'll drive. You can just raise pigs."

As soon as he heard that he was going to raise pigs, the sergeant became anxious immediately, "General, I'm afraid that it will be too bumpy and you will be injured..."

"When I was fighting, you were still farming at home. Come on! I couldn't sit still, so I was unlucky."

After hearing what he said, the sergeant also lost his temper. How can he be a good soldier if he has no temper?

Kick the accelerator and pull it all the way down, boom boom~

He rushed straight into the puddle. The instant feeling of falling and rushing made Victor surge with adrenaline, his eyes brightened, "Hurry up."

Not far away, Casare and some members of the military noticed something was wrong. The car was getting faster and faster, drifting gracefully when turning...

Trembling with fear.

The person in charge of the military industry next to him turned green.

Mudd, if the general is injured, then he will directly transfer himself to the position of "nuclear bomb close observer", and then he will really strangle the opponent to death.

Fortunately, after one lap, there was no problem and it stopped safely.

As soon as the door opened, Victor came down holding his butt.

"General, are you okay? General, this soldier drove too fast." A group of people came over and said.

"It's okay. If you don't drive faster, why don't you drive an armored car? Just go and drive the old man's car. It's not bad. You are also good. In just a few months, you have built one. It's very good. The bonus at the end of the year will be doubled. Equal work.”

Werner Heisenberg, the head of the "Mexican National Ordnance Company", was very happy when he heard this, "Thank you, general, and all our employees promise to continue to work hard and work hard in the future work!"

Victor clapped with satisfaction, and the people next to him naturally followed suit, and the applause lasted for a long time.

"Boss, this weapon has not been named yet. Can you give it a name? After all, it is the first weapon of our new era." Casare said next to him.

The military industry experts all watched eagerly.

"Then let's call it Salamander."

"Okay!"

This is a name for the fire salamander, a characteristic animal in Mexico that is relatively fierce.

"General, there will be a Latin American Defense Exhibition in Brazil in mid-January next year. I think I can participate in the exhibition... What do you think?" Werner Heisenberg asked in a low voice.

Exhibiting at an exhibition also means selling to the outside world…

"Of course there is no problem. The Salamander is not much different from the US military's M1A1, but we can give you a big discount on the price."

"We need specific combat footage and data..."

"No problem. We will produce two of them first and give them to the 5th Army. Then we will cause trouble with the drug dealers in the south. We will use them to calculate the data so that these wastes can still be used."

"However, just one model seems too monotonous. You should also produce more of the Bradley infantry fighting vehicle I gave you before. Use the US military's products to exchange layers of skin, earn US dollars, and not be shabby."

Werner Heisenberg and his colleague looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

The group of people walked towards the building as they spoke.

"Sir." Secretary Casare ran to him and whispered in his ear. He frowned, "How...how could such a thing happen?"

The secretary smiled bitterly, "The people at the border inspection station were also helpless. The people below didn't know what to do, so they reported it."

Fatty Ka frowned, "I'm going to tell the boss, tell the border station to take good care of the old lady. With the boss's character, if something happens to her, she will be in trouble."

After saying that, he quickened his pace.

"Boss, I have news that I want to report to you."

Victor saw his expression and thought, "What's the matter?"

"Today at the border checkpoint, an old lady was caught carrying a human head into Mexico City. She said she was here to complain."

"She said that her son worked for a mining company in Jalisco and helped dig gold mines, but the boss slandered her son for stealing, and then beat him to death with the local police."

When Victor heard this, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Jalisco, didn't the inspection team go over there? Let them check it out."

"You can't wrong a good person, and you can't let a bad person go."

He didn't accept one side of the story and relied on evidence for everything.

When he stops talking about evidence, you should panic.

"If this really happens, let the inspection team decide on their own!"

Casare responded from the side, but he actually knew that this matter was very close. What mother would cruelly cut off her son's head to complain?

Moreover, there are many cases of collusion between officials and businessmen in Mexico.

It can't be finished at all.

It seems that we need to set up a special department to manage it. We can't just come to Mexico City for everything. Then we have to be busy?

What should I call it?

……

Jalisco, Guadalajara.

This city, once known as one of the "Top Ten Sinful Cities in Mexico", is now safe and sound.

There is also a relaxed atmosphere in the air. In the past, when the drug cartel took over, you would have to shrink your head while walking.

If foreign tourists want to enter here, they have to find an intermediary to report to the local drug dealers. Otherwise, if you come in alone, you will only be shot to death randomly.

Now...the headquarters of the Army's 2nd Army is right next to the Guadalajara City Hall. There is a division inside. If you are not afraid of death, you can make trouble.

At this time, Army Commander Erich Falkenhayn and Governor James Trumbull and their entourage were waiting at the exit of the national highway. Guards and secretaries were surrounding the perimeter so as not to disturb the chat between the two big men.

The two of them were smoking cigarettes, James Trumbull frowned, looking a little unhappy.

Erich Falkenhayn glanced at him and said, "What? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The two people have a good personal relationship. They are the civil and military leaders of Jalisco. They also cooperate well at work and there is no trouble.

Moreover, James Trumbull was originally a member of the armed forces. He served as deputy chief constable in the National Guard and was later transferred to the local area.

After hearing Falkenhayn's words, James crossed his hands and lit the cigarette ashes, "The National Palace directly assigns personal secretaries to each governor and governor. This approach may cause dissatisfaction. After all, everyone has fought for New Mexico. This A distrust, really..."

He didn't know what words to use to describe it, but he knew that he felt a little uncomfortable now.

It's like, you work hard, and then your boss tells you to arrange for someone to come and keep an eye on you to see if you are lazy. This is like feeding a dog sincerely.

Fa Jinhan smiled when he heard this.

"Is it funny? General." Governor James said dissatisfied.

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"Do you really serve Mexico wholeheartedly?"

"After you were transferred from the army to the local government, the sugar-coated bullets you received made you fall down too fast. In the past two months, the Internal Affairs Bureau launched an anti-corruption campaign. How many people were arrested in two months? 227 people. How many of them were from the army?"

"There are also people who cooperate with the Red Shoe Club, the Bohemian Organization, and the Illuminati."

"The general trusted you to take charge of one side, and you reported on him like this?"

Falkenhayn sighed, "The last thing the general will allow is to do something small under his nose. What is the difference between doing this and treason?"

He paused and squinted, "The army is always loyal to the general."

These words made James Trumbull's heart tremble. Falkenhayn's meaning was very clear. Even if they got mixed up with terrorist organizations like the Red Shoes, they would still be a pile of scrap metal without grabbing anything.

In a word from the general, the army will go through fire and water.

There are currently two main sources of officials, the Victor faction and the local faction. After all, Mexico is too big. Even if it has a golden finger to squeeze many people, some positions of small Calami still have to be handed over to the locals.

For example, a village chief, a town mayor, a town-level official, etc.

The only thing that can be done is to hand over important positions to absolute confidants.

James Trumbull was loyal, and he had a stern look on his face, "I will absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace."

"Take good care of your relatives and friends, some of them have been very courageous recently." Falkenhayn murmured.

Mr. Governor's pupils shrank.

"Sir, the inspection team's car is here." At this moment, the secretary said loudly that he would be transferred to the Finance Bureau below to study. Of course he was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. Who gave the order from above?

Governor James and Falkenhay looked toward the national highway and saw five or six Cadillacs driving by with Internal Affairs Bureau license plates.

The motorcade slowly stopped, and the two of them rushed to greet it. Of course, the person who could greet them in person couldn't just be a personal secretary.

What came out of the car was Lieutenant General Edward Fritz Blomberg, deputy chief of staff of the military and leader of the western inspection team.

Although Falkenhan was a general with military power, the ones sent from above were different after all.

Are the department-level cadres in your county the same as the department-level cadres in the capital?

"General Falkenhayn, Governor James." Blomberg was not a fool. After getting out of the car, he reached out his hand proactively and said with a smile, "Sorry to bother you. I'm afraid I'm going to trouble you in the next three months." .”

"The Jalisco State Government will absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace. General Blomberg can rest assured that if there is any need, just a word will do." The governor said, patting his chest.

Falkenhayn: "Me too!"

"Okay, I feel reassured by what you two said. Come on, David, come here." Blomberg turned around and called a young man over and pushed him in front of him, "Governor James, this is your secretary from above. I hope you enjoy your cooperation.”

The air suddenly froze.

Falkenhayn glanced at the other party from the side...

James smiled and stretched out his hand, "Welcome, David."

He breathed a sigh of relief and didn't change his face.

You have to hold it in even if you don’t accept it.

The governor of Jalisco wants to be able to circle the world.

David, the young man, looks to be in his early 20s and wears glasses, but why does he always look so familiar?

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

"Hello, Mr. Governor." He smiled and stretched out his hands to shake hands with the leader, showing respect.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Falkenhayn and said with a smile, "Uncle Falkenhayn."

uncle?

Everyone looked strange, but Blomberg was still smiling.

"You are..." Falkenhayn looked unsure.

"My brother is Kennedy Heisenberg."

Mudd!

The younger brother of the Mexican Defense Minister!

Falkenhay's pupils froze, and Governor James' expression changed slightly.

How could a son of an official do such an offending job?

Could it be that the general doesn't like the army and the local government being too close?

Falkenhan was stunned.

At this moment, General Blomberg said quietly, "He also serves as a member of the third inspection team."

"Falkin Han, you can't bully him in the future."

In fact, the 60 personal secretaries were carefully selected, and most of them were the children of senior officials.

One is gold plating.

The second is not afraid of threats. You are great, and I am even more powerful.

The third is that they are more bound to Victor's interests. As long as they are not stupid, they will not "cheat his father" or "cheat his brothers".

"Okay, let's go to the city hall. I just have something to tell you."

Blomberg: "An old lady took her son's head and went to Mexico to complain, saying that the state of Jalisco was integrating government and business."

"The general asked me to check it out."

Governor James kicked the ground with his eyes wide open and took a breath.

He knew it!

The people below will cause him trouble...

Shit, this kind of thing happens too? !

"Check! Must check!"

Blomberg nodded, and just as he was about to get in the car, he suddenly turned his head again, "There is one more thing I want to tell you. Due to the follow-up problems caused by the abandoned airport in Piedras City, about 400 cadres were investigated and punished. These Everyone is related to the Red Shoe Club, and they are all sentenced to death!”

"Some of you cadres here, don't go astray. Money is easy to get, but you have to think carefully about the consequences."

"Don't cry when the time comes to stand in court."

He said, looking at everyone.

The cadres he stared at felt uncomfortable.

James stood up straight. He was a very tough governor. Some people gave him money and tried their best to get him into trouble, but he just refused to go.

Some people even threw money in his car in order to make him embezzle. Others bought him a mansion for him to live in, not to mention beautiful women.

But he refused them all.

But he also understood that just because he could resist it, it didn't mean that others could.

Sugar-coated bombs, but very sweet.

He could even feel the panic in the eyes of the cadres behind him...

A bunch of people are going to be in trouble.

If you want to blame, you can only blame them for not having a good eye.

However, the general also planned to take advantage of the "airport incident" to kill a wave of corrupt officials and shock the inside.

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(End of chapter)