Chapter 135 Why didn’t you call me when you voted?
Kwaukemot's wife suddenly tightened her expression, her fingers couldn't help but grab her husband's arm, and she used her left hand to cover her son's eyes.
But young people are curious about many things after all.
He looked at the floating corpse through the gap. Is that... a drug dealer?
It turns out that drug dealers can also be killed?
"Isn't this... a little inhumane?" Cuauquemot's wife frowned and asked, "Isn't there no hanging in Mexico? Did the court sentence it?"
Ganclos looked at him strangely, " Madam, drug dealers in Mexicali, Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island can be executed directly without trial!”
“Of course Mr. Victor no longer allows the casual execution of drug dealers. Because they need to build roads and plant green belts, they also need to do many dangerous things."
"That just now..."
"But to remind the general public not to get involved in drugs casually. , a lazy drug dealer would be caught and hanged every day.”
Okay...
Last place elimination system.
We have become drug dealers. Instead of killing you, Victor should be praising his name. Instead, he is lazy. Isn’t this just a waste of food while living?
Gaanclos looked at the family and knew their identities, so he softened his language slightly and said, "Drug dealers cannot change. Believing that they will not sell drugs is better than believing that Mr. Victor is God..."
“When drug dealers understand that it is easy to make money, they will not settle down. Are they willing to be farmers? Are they willing to live a boring life every day?”
"They are hopeless. Greed has swallowed them up. The best way is to send them to reincarnation."
Quaukmot frowned and nodded. He was not a pedantic person. He sat in the car and observed quietly.
Small vendors, women with children, running students, and police officers patrolling with weapons.
Everything seemed in order.
So familiar…
It was the same when my father was the governor of Michoacán. No drug dealer dared to show up, and everyone had a smile on their face.
I was sitting on my father’s shoulders, looking at the church in Michoacán. I was 5 years old at that time, and more than thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.
My father died, the church was burned down, and Mexico, where he spent his entire life...
has also become a world-famous drug den!
As the car drives through Center Street, one can see red paint markings everywhere on the walls of houses:
"Destroy the drug dealers with violence!"
"Kill the drug dealers, the law will not punish them!"
"Taking drugs is sucking life. If you take drugs today, you will be shot tomorrow!"
…
This somewhat high-pressure method obviously turned around the drug situation in Mexicali in a short period of time.
Even because of Victor's methods, other crimes have been greatly reduced.
Even the black groups who like to make trouble the most are shrinking back now.
The vehicle drove into the Mexicali City Hall, which was guarded by police.
Ganclos took the wheelchair out of the trunk, helped Cuaukmote's wife sit up, and covered her with a blanket.
The clothes on Kwaukemot's family are not even as good as a drug dealer's dinner.
Victor led people down the steps, and he gave Kwaukmot a warm hug. The latter was confused by him.
Do we know each other well?
Victor also shook hands with his wife and children, with a smile and a gentle tone, "Welcome."
"I admire your father very much, Mr. Cardenas is my idol , He is a great man."
Casare listened expressionlessly in the back.
Boss...
You didn't even know who Cardenas was before. Idol?
The other party doesn’t know anyway, so just say whatever you want.
Everyone likes to hear others praise their fathers. Sure enough, when he heard him say this, Kuaukmot's face became much more relaxed.
Victor is a very well-rounded person, he will not neglect anyone, and occasionally interacts with his wife and son, which makes people feel like spring breeze.
Those who can take the lead have charismatic personalities.
Just like Lincoln, many people scolded him, but he could deny that he was very charming in some ways. He could even remember the name of the janitor.
At that time, there were hundreds of staff members in the White House who he could recognize and call out.
This is a skill and ability.
"Santos, Stephanie, can you help me entertain my new friends?" Victor looked at his godson and said with a smile.
In order to prevent Cuaukmote's son McClure from being bored, he also called Santos and others, who did not have a wife, otherwise they could engage in "lady diplomacy".
“Of course!” Santos smiled and stretched out his hand towards McClure.
The latter looked at his father, Quaukmot smiled and patted his head, "Go."
McClure rushed out immediately.
He had no friends in Mexico City.
No one wants to play with him...
When everyone is wallowing in the turbid world, his father's integrity sometimes seems particularly "funny" to others.
"He hasn't smiled like this for a long time." Quaukmot looked at his son and sighed.
Victor spread his hands, "Isn't this our fault?"
"A weak and incompetent talker cannot bring benefits to our country. He makes women afraid to wear short skirts on the streets. He makes children lose their smiles. He makes men lose their lives anytime and anywhere. Such a person I don’t know what to do with it?”
Kwaukemot’s eyelids twitched.
He didn’t expect Victor to have such strong attack power just sitting down. Isn’t this talking about Carlos?
“This is everyone’s voting choice.” He said after a moment of silence.
"Then why didn't you call me when you voted?" Victor said with a smile, "That's because you look down on me."
Quaukmot looked up at him.
Cauldron, when Carlos came to power, you were still working as a prison guard.
Who knows if you are possessed by aliens and become so violent all of a sudden?
"Sir, Mexico can't sink like this anymore. We have to change. Drug dealers should be in the sewers and in the graves, not on the streets. Look at me...Mexicali for the people "Isn't the air here much better than in Mexico City?"
Quauquemot raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have heard the word "my" just now?
But he didn't delve into it.
"Mexicali is definitely like this, I see hope."
Victor smiled happily, and his achievements were praised, "Then we should spread this model throughout the country Everyone in Mexico should be benefited."
Quauquemot shook his head, "Carlos would not agree."
"What about you?" Victor asked, spreading his arms. Hand, "Since he is useless, let's find someone who is willing to go up."
"The political legacy your father left for you is not to be wasted."
"Is there anyone in Mexico now who is more suitable to take over Carlos's position than you?"
Victor Staring at him, he saw that Kwaukmot's hands couldn't help but tighten. He must have felt unsettled.
"If you are willing, I and my police officers will be your backing. When the time comes, we will not hesitate to point our guns at God."
Kwaukemot lowered his head. He knew what his advantages were when he came. Victor was willing to help him because he definitely had some political needs.
He was silent for a long time, "What do you need?"
Victor's expression turned serious, "My request is very simple, the government goes to war against drug dealers!"
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(End of this chapter)