Chapter 112 I, Victor, make sense when I make sense!
Milia Miris Gorostita had a long dream.
She dreamed that her brother grabbed her hand, touched her head, and told her that she was going to a place far, far away.
"Then will you come back?"
"Wherever the light is, I will always be there."
"What defeats you is the despair of life. Live and live better!"
Milia suddenly felt that her brother was lying to her. She pulled her brother and cried to him not to leave, but the more he walked away, the more he walked away. As she got further away, she saw her parents and grandparents all smiling and waving to her.
"Brother!"
Milia spat out a mouthful of water and slowly opened her eyes. She saw a figure in a daze, also wearing a uniform. The eyes were equally clear. She murmured He shouted, "Brother."
"Wake up! Wake up!" The police officer next to him shouted happily.
"Recruit" Giancarlos breathed a long sigh of relief, took off his clothes and put them on for her, "Are you feeling better? Is it still cold?"
Milia looked at it with water stains on her face. The adults in front of her were obviously a little nervous, but they still nodded, "Thank you."
She looked around and became hurried, "Have you... seen my brother's clothes?"
< br>The little girl almost cried.
“Those are my brother’s last clothes. He has nothing to change when he comes home at night.”
Giancarlos half-squatted, his eyes slightly red when he heard these words. He had never met her brother, but when a child is so sensible and heart-wrenching, it can always touch the softest place in a person's heart.
"Brother, do you know my brother?" Milia suddenly said, raising her head, her eyes were big and bright, she was well taken care of.
“Do you want to see him?”
Milia hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Yes.”
“Then let’s go change clothes. , and then bring your brother with you." Giancarlos touched her head.
Milia nodded happily, picked up the wooden basin and walked home with them.
The world of rich people is different, but the world of poor people is the same.
The smell of urine is everywhere, and you can even see mice as big as forearms running by. People who listen to the footsteps stop and look left and right, which is very bold.
Milia and the others live in a very remote corner, with rubbish piled outside, and at the door, a thin figure stands timidly, barefoot, wearing a short shirt, with eager eyes. He looked into the distance, and when he saw Milia, he ran over quickly and shouted in a sweet voice, "Sister."
"You are not good, didn't I tell you to wait for me at home? ? "9-year-old Milia is like a big sister.
The younger brother nodded, took out something in the shape of "dried meat" from his pants pocket, and prepared to bite it.
“You can’t eat this.” Giancarlos hurriedly stopped him, squatted down, took out the chocolate and handed it to him. The other person was obviously afraid of this stranger and hid behind Milia.
“He is very timid.”
Milia said with a smile, patting her brother on the head, “Get dressed, let’s go find your brother.”
Brother!
When the little boy heard this, his eyes lit up and he ran into the house.
“Aren’t you going to change clothes?”
Milia tugged on her skirt and smiled. Her eyes were beautiful, like crescent moons. They were really beautiful. “This It was a gift my brother bought for me. I like it very much.”
Giancarlos looked at the other party’s faded skirt and raised his head to prevent tears from flowing down. Girls actually like new clothes.
When the little brother ran out, he was also wearing clothes that had been worn for an unknown period of time, and the cartoon dolls on them were a bit old.
"Let's go! Let's go see Brother You."
Gancarlos took them into the car and got on the Hummer for the first time. The two of them were very happy. The wind blew through their temples and finally revealed their faces. The innocence of a child.
But the Hummer turned a street, and Milia suddenly felt very uncomfortable in her heart. There was a faint sound of crying, like a hammer hitting her.
Getting closer.
She finally saw that it was an open-air mourning hall with dozens or even hundreds of coffins. Many people were lying on the ground, their eyes red from crying.
"Where...where is my brother??" Milia had a bad feeling in her heart, but she still raised her head and asked Giancarlos, who pursed his lips and led them to the deepest coffin.
There lay the second lieutenant, wearing his favorite military uniform and covered with the Mexican flag, with a peaceful face.
“Brother!” Milia trembled all over, tears streaming down her face.
At a young age, she already understood death. Mexico made her endure it many times early on.
"Brother, get up, brother."
The younger brother next to him was also crying. He might not know the meaning of death, but he understood that he seemed to have lost the most important person.
In the mourning hall.
Milia cried loudly...
But the brother who loved her most could never get up again.
Milia raised her head and cried, her tears falling into the coffin. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Giancarlos was afraid that the two of them would hurt their bodies from crying, so he put his arms around them, "Your brother is watching you, you crybaby, you will never grow up."
Milia hugged his Neck, she paused when she heard these words, and heard in her mind that when she fell, her knee was broken. She was crying at that time, and her brother told her the same thing.
“Crying children never grow up.”
Milia hugged Giancarlos tightly and bit her lip, but her shoulders were shaking.
"Brother, I am very obedient."
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“Vaqueromexicano (Mexican Cowboy)”
This should be regarded as the most luxurious hotel in Mexicali. It is the property of the Tijuana drug cartel. Now... it should belong to Victor’s “Hope” group .
The destruction of Tijuana brought a lot of "industry" to Victor. Mexicali has 7 hotels, 4 resorts, 171 shops, and 7 luxury homes, and there are countless others. number.
Think about how big Baja California is?
This further strengthened Victor's idea of seizing the entire original Tijuana territory, but now he did not have enough troops.
What?
Anyone want it? Put your face over and let me see if your shoehorn is stuck to it.
The winner has the right to distribute the cake.
It's like the world is a grass-stage troupe, but not everyone can be an actor on stage.
Victor’s face (caliber) is still rough enough. He wants to entertain the families of the fallen soldiers and policemen here. No one in Mexicali dares not to give him face.
Outside the hotel, there are luxury cars everywhere.
The director of which company is here, and so-and-so’s mistress is here.
The man is wearing a suit, looking like a gentleman, while the woman is wearing gold and silver, looking like a rich man.
Casare greets guests outside.
Victor was sitting in the main seat, smoking a cigar, and sitting next to him were the heads of various departments who were still alive.
"I am a very liberal person. If you want to have a meal, you can vote for Mr. Alejandro and let him be the governor of Baja California." Victor pointed at the old boss next to him and faced the others. explain.
Alejandro was called over by him to share the cake!
The others looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
"Mr. Victor, this Alejandro has just been promoted to the security minister of Baja California. This is directly promoted to the governor. It is against the rules. Moreover, there are several departments involved. The final say is in Mexico City. We... Not qualified." A middle-aged man with silver hair said with a wry smile.
You have to follow the rules when you get promoted!
Unless you can really break the rules with one punch.
But...
He is a policeman now. If he raises troops to knock off the border, he will become a rebel. By then, the 200,000 troops across the country are no joke.
There are still too few people under Victor who can be "used".
He sat on the chair and tapped the table gently with his hand. The officials at the table did not dare to move and sat upright.
"Is the mayor okay?"
Victor spoke, and the group of people looked at each other, and it was still the white-haired middle-aged man, "As long as the election procedures are complied with, it's fine."< br>
“Then I want 4 places in Baja California! You can take the rest.”
There are only 6 cities in total...
But being able to get the "right to speak" in the remaining two cities makes those sitting there feel happier. They thought Victor was going to eat alone.
"Okay, okay, thank you, sir." The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, stood up and bent down to raise his glass.
Victor stretched out his hand without moving his buttocks.
No matter when, a big fist is really big.
Boom!
At this moment, there was a sound of smashing, followed by curses.
Looked at everyone in the hotel.
I saw a drunk middle-aged man holding a wine glass in his hand, kicking a boy down, pointing at him and scolding him, "Squeeze, squeeze! You haven't eaten before and scolded?? The stench on his body makes me sick to death."
"Brother!" Milia ran over and hugged him. The boy was trembling with fear.
"Bitch!"
The drunken middle-aged man looked at his suit and threw the drink in his hand on the faces of Milia and others in dissatisfaction.
"What are you doing!"
"Recruit" Giancarlos and three of his teammates rushed out. He pushed each other down and stared, "Do you want to die?"< br>
This man drank too much and couldn't get up for several times, and he also hiccuped from the wine.
Everyone laughs at the racial system, but where is there no discrimination?
"Ricol!" An old man ran over, looked at his unsatisfied son, and apologized hurriedly to Giancarlos.
"Damn, you bitch!" The middle-aged man finally got up and pointed at the little boy. His father slapped him with his backhand and cursed, "Shut up!"
The old man looked towards the head table and saw pairs of eyes looking over him. He immediately started complaining. After a while, he saw Victor talking to Casare, who was nicknamed "Fat Tiger", and the latter stood up. , came over.
"Sober him up when he's drunk. If he causes trouble in the boss's place, pull him out and break his hands and legs. Then he won't be so drunk next time."
The old man became anxious when he heard this. This was his only son. He raised his hands and begged. When Casare didn't respond, he shouted to Victor, "Sir, sir, my son didn't do it on purpose. Please spare him."
“My son is still young.”
Nearly everyone couldn’t help saying this. He looked like he was in his forties. He was still young?
Victor also smiled and walked over, looking down at the two sisters Milia, who also looked up at him.
“Then do you know how old they are?”
The old man was immediately speechless.
"I know you, Milia and Luskinia." Victor touched their heads, "Your brother is a warrior, he is a real soldier."
"Under my eyes, if you insult the families of the fallen soldiers and police, you are insulting me!"
"If I die in the future, I will go down below to see my brothers, and they will ask me, how should I answer?"
"Pull him down, pull out all his teeth, and cut off his tongue. I want him to be a cripple!"
So cruel? !
Everyone's heart trembled. The old man grabbed Victor's arm and said, "Sir, sir, this is my only son. We have to pay for it. You have to be reasonable!"
"Be reasonable? "
Victor smiled, "Talk to the weak about fists, and talk to the strong about reason?" The smile on his face faded, and he went up and kicked the middle-aged man in the chest fiercely, and kicked him away. .
“I tell you, I, Victor, am the reason!”
"When I want to reason, it is truth. If I don't, then it is just a pile of waste paper. Old man, give birth to another one, and this one is useless."
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( End of chapter)