Chapter 449 There is no end to justice!
The world is cruel.
Cruel to the point of not believing in humanity and tears...
The so-called humanitarianism is nothing more than a group of strong people standing on your wounds to reflect their character and morality.
And you have to get down on your knees and thank them.
So, don't fall down!
Victor will not allow anyone or any force to destroy this hard-won life.
Whether external or internal…
Don't move! Move or die!
When he sentenced all those officials to death, Casare actually reminded him tactfully.
But Victor said at that time: When you learn to compromise, everything will feel the same to you, then who will do the work seriously? Everyone thinks it's about right.
"We are next to the United States and cannot relax for a moment. We cannot fail once, otherwise, the beasts around us will stare at you with dead eyes and scarlet eyes."
Victor was also helpless when he said this.
Compared with the United States next door, the background is really very different. After all, they received too many dividends during World War II.
The idea of "Greater America" is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
And Mexico?
During World War II, it cooperated with the Allies militarily and diplomatically, and provided important economic and material support to the Allies. To put it bluntly, it was just soy sauce.
After the war, it has been the "back garden" and "cesspit" of the United States.
The foundation is too weak.
It is all supported by a strong force. If Victor falls, believe it or not, Mexico will fall apart overnight, and those drug dealers who were beaten into dogs will rise again in an instant.
Mexico…
The current group of people still have the blood of drug trafficking flowing in their bones.
This was one of the reasons why he sent the inspection team down.
Sorry, I'm borrowing your head to illustrate Victor's "character."
With the rendering of Goebbels' Propaganda Ministry.
Victor is here to save Mexico, and he has a high reputation among the peasantry and working class.
Ding Ling Ling~
The phone on the table rang.
Victor held a pen in his hand and pressed the speakerphone, "Hello."
"General, at the regular meeting of the United Nations that started today, the United States requested that our quota on the Bureau of the Drug Enforcement Administration be cancelled."
Emperor Wei stopped his hand and said, "What excuse?"
The secretary across from him hesitated, "I said you violated the norms of civilization, provoked trouble, and assassinated civilians..."
"There are so many excuses."
"Then what?"
"At the regular meeting, more than 87% of the countries agreed and asked us to leave Austria before December 24."
The European and American "weird circle" ruled by the elite directly used political means to isolate Mexico first.
Coming...
It's finally here.
"Withdraw the delegation of the Anti-Narcotics Commissioner, terminate the sponsorship of the Drug Enforcement Agency, and simultaneously announce the establishment of the Mexican World Anti-Drug Agency as planned."
Hearing the general's calm tone, the secretary calmed down and said, "Understood."
Victor is becoming more and more "nurturant" and is used to seeing wind and rain, and there is almost nothing that can shock people.
On the wall behind his desk, there are two words hanging: "Magnificent!"
Oh, it’s written in traditional Chinese characters.
"Capitalism is just a piece of shit!"
…
On the afternoon of the 20th.
United Nations regular press conference.
"We are shocked by the violent methods adopted by Mexico. What they did is completely uncivilized and unethical. After a vote by the United Nations Delegates, they were revoked as a member of the Bureau of the Drug Enforcement Agency and ordered to leave Austria."
"At the same time, United Nations agencies will investigate Mexican President Cuauquemot and others."
"Interpol will take over the latest series of assassinations..."
The spokesperson above was holding a manuscript while reading, while the reporters below did not dare to take a big breath. This was a rhythm that wanted to kill Victor.
"Slander! Slander!!"
There was a sudden roar, and the spokesman raised his head and saw an iron can smashed over and hit his head. He screamed in pain.
When it fell to the ground, it turned out to be a thermos bottle.
A white female reporter stood up and raised her hands, "Why should the warriors be punished, those innocent people who were killed!"
"What about those people who were killed by the elite? You bastards, the United Nations? Fuck you XXX!"
"You are just bastards."
Two strong security guards came over, covered her mouth and dragged her out.
The spokesperson grimaced in pain, but continued speaking in a professional manner.
But I didn’t say a few words...
“Support Mexico!”
"Support Victor!"
"Long live the eternal light!! Long live the light of mankind!!"
This time it was an Asian reporter, and he rushed up to beat the spokesperson. He rushed to the podium in a few steps, scaring him so much that he ran back in panic.
This scene…
Really funny and sarcastic.
The world is indeed a huge grassroots team, and the gold content of this sentence is still growing.
Wait until he is held down by security.
A group of reporters went up to take pictures of his face.
The dissatisfaction and unwillingness in the man's eyes made people feel numb.
"Gentlemen!"
"The world shouldn't be like this!"
"Our earth should be blue."
Many people in the media became very emotional after hearing this.
This kind of hegemony in Europe and the United States, as well as the attempt to protect the elite and intend to destroy Mexico, caused an uproar.
No one with a conscience can accept it.
There are also many good people in the media who reveal the truth and use their pens to spread this ugly thing.
Public opinion was once again in an uproar.
at Cornell University in the United States.
Forrest Gan, who was already the president of the student union, held the flag high and brought hundreds of classmates belonging to his "Blue Gold Club" who wore the names of the victims of the "Red Shoes Incident" on their bodies.
"Gan! Gan!"
A gray-haired old professor ran up to him and stretched out his hand to block them, "Students, you can't go. Your behavior will bring shame to Cornell and ruin your own future. ”
"Teacher!"
“Cornell’s school motto is to forget injustice when you see it happening, is that to give in to the darkness?”
Forrest Gan clenched his fists, tears streaming down his face, "What's wrong with Mexico, what's wrong with Mr. Victor, those high-ranking elites, none of them spoke for this matter, only he stood up, Why should he stand up?"
"Because, he is for all mankind!"
"Is the school just teaching us to bow our heads?"
"Don't we understand the so-called human nature after reading books for more than ten years? Teacher."
The 80-year-old professor was shaking when he was questioned, and the teacher next to him hurriedly supported him.
"Just cause, always justice!" Forrest Gunn shouted.
He left the campus with his classmates...
"Professor Kangbei, this...this..." The teacher next to him was a little at a loss.
"We should be proud of them." Who knows, the old professor lowered his head and murmured, "If the necessity of growing up is to lose morality and enthusiasm, then what is the difference between us and wax figures who have lost their souls, Alvin, I want to join them .”
The teacher looked at the professor…
"If our ideals are shattered, then we will be nothing but a puddle of mud." The professor raised his head, his eyes bursting with enthusiasm that did not belong to his age. "Now that my students are admitted, it is my turn."
"For ideals! For justice!!"
An old man raised his hand and ran towards the "Azure Gold Club" in the shocked eyes of the school teacher.
"Students, I have experienced World War I and World War II, and I defeated the demon of national law on the battlefield. Today, let me lead the team and let us defeat the new demon."
The students cheered and shouted.
The young teachers were excited.
Teacher Ivan suddenly stuffed something into his hand. He looked down and saw a piece of clothing. Standing in front of him was a young man. He was the youngest professor at Cornell University and the seed of the future Nobel Prize.
"Help me get my clothes, I'm going too." After he finished speaking, he ran and raised his hands high.
Shouting from the mouth.
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"Long live justice!"
Ivan looked at them, opened his mouth slightly, and said softly, "Long live justice."
In front of the British Consulate in Washington.
A large number of people raised their hands in protest.
They are demanding that Britain try the royal family members for their crimes.
But you know...
This possibility is the same as the possibility that the Japanese royal family is human, almost impossible.
In the UK, they just pretend to be dead. Anyway, if I don’t say anything, this kind of thing will naturally dissipate.
No one noticed that a young man wearing a U.S. military uniform walked through the crowd.
He walked to a side door and bypassed the barrier, which attracted the attention of some protesters.
With his back to the door, he took a bottle from his pocket and poured it over himself, holding a lighter in his right hand.
He ignited himself under the shocked eyes of everyone.
He shouted in the fire, "Save Mexico, liberate the world!"
The blazing fire swallowed him up instantly.
The police who came after hearing the news took their guns and shot him three times, knocking him to the ground.
This method of disposal is actually no problem...
After all, if you are affected, you can't escape.
But what time is it now?
A warrior committed suicide for justice. Instead of catching the bad guys, you police are killing the good guys?
In an instant, the crowd became furious.
"Kill them! Beat them to death!" Some Americans on top tore off the isolation tape and rushed towards the police, smashing water bottles and everything in the water.
The two policemen panicked...
I’m so panicked...
They yelled, but to no avail, and then chose to shoot.
Bang!
An American woman running at the front was injured and fell to the ground.
But this did not calm them down, but instead aroused hatred.
"Don't be afraid, they only have 7 bullets, they can't kill us all, just charge forward!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
They swarmed towards the police, who saw something was wrong and ran away, but were soon overtaken.
The physical fitness of American police officers…
Somewhat hanging.
Many of the chasing people are old black men. You can talk about their character, but no one has ever talked about their running ability.
An old black man kicked a fat policeman who was running slowly to the ground with a flying kick.
The people behind came up and started punching and kicking him!
A white man picked up the dropped pistol and fired at another police officer who was still running.
Bang bang bang!
Go straight to the street.
When the police who came for support saw this scene, their eyes were splitting, and they suppressed them directly. They didn't know who shot first, and a gunfight broke out between the two sides.
Some Washington residents went out with weapons to support the people, and here the National Guard was pulled out directly.
The two sides actually started fighting? !
…
"We saw that residents of Washington blocked the streets with objects, and many people were armed with guns and... mortars???"
A female reporter on the TV was confused when she saw what they took out.
The young man holding the mortar looked about 18 years old. When he saw the camera facing him, he laughed and moved closer.
"This is a son-of-a-bitch Japanese Type 97 90mm light mortar. My grandfather captured it on the battlefield. He killed 17 Japanese dogs."
"Today, I will come out with it and resist the new law again!"
? ? ?
All the old antiques have been invited out.
The female reporter swallowed her saliva and said, "Then you have artillery shells?"
"Of course! My classmate's family is from a lathe factory, and we have prepared a lot. As long as those lackeys dare to attack, we will fight them."
This young man is so cruel.
The female reporter looked at the camera, licked her dry lips, and could only say politely, "There is currently no news from the Washington government."
In the office…
Victor, Casare, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Secretary of Defense Kennedy, Commander of Guderian's 5th Army, and Director of Mexico's Counterintelligence Directorate Jeff Bennett were all puffing away. .
When men get together, if they don't smoke, do they smoke women?
"The United States' decades-long dissatisfaction with capital has begun to explode, especially when they kicked us out of the United Nations." Casare said in a deep voice, looking at the boss.
Victor narrowed his eyes, "This shows that many people still know right from wrong. Our next job is to win over those who can be won over and attack those who need to be attacked."
"To support those who work for justice, doesn't Hydra have many branches in the United States?"
"Can you think of a way to transport some weapons in?"
"Better get some mines and RPGs."
When Guderian and other military figures heard this, they looked at each other.
"Yes, when we wiped out the drug dealers, we left about 200 passages, which can be transported across."
Defense Secretary Kennedy smoked a cigarette and said, "The most important thing is that we must continue to burn this fire, otherwise when the enthusiasm passes, not many people will persist."
This is true.
Now the armed confrontation is full of enthusiasm...
"Then don't the Propaganda Department and the Internal Affairs Bureau have a plan to stir up racial confrontation? In the next two months, these shocking news will be slowly released."
"Especially black people, they are more likely to be provoked." Guderian said with raised eyebrows.
Jeff Bennett, Director of Mexico’s Counterintelligence Directorate, also chimed in, “We have contacted Eldridge Cleaver, the former Propaganda Minister of the Black Panther Party in the United States. He was an extremely “violent armed force” who resisted the U.S. government. Representative.”
"I feel like we can support him in the black movement within the United States."
The respective accompanying secretaries next to them were taking notes in their notebooks.
Victor listened to their words and nodded slightly, "Then send someone to contact them."
"They want money, food or even armed advisers, we can help."
It’s time to support a guerrilla army within the United States…
Just like northern Thailand.
It pops up from time to time and makes you anxious.
There are more than 40 million black people in the United States. It was precisely because the Black Panther Party had some terrifying methods that they were killed by Hoover when he was there.
Many leaders were assassinated, imprisoned, and fled to other places. In 1982, with the closure of Oakland Community Schools, the Black Panther Party officially disbanded.
Including the death of Newton, the speaker, in 1989, this activity basically disappeared.
But the Eldridge Clifford just mentioned is still alive.
He has been demanding in the media: black autonomy.
A "friend" to work with.
(End of chapter)