Chapter 144 Our cause is just!
Village of San Miguel.
The small mountain village that Victor visited.
Two large trucks drove into the village, bringing a lot of excitement to this quiet mountain village. There was also written on the truck: Mexicali City Basic Services and Living Bureau.
Under the big tree in the middle of the village, there are mountains of daily necessities.
The village chief stood on a stone mill, looked at the surrounding villagers, raised his hands, "Quiet, quiet, welcome Miss Harida from Mexicali City, applause, applause!"
The villagers below Clapping very enthusiastically.
A few children even jumped up, adding to the atmosphere.
Harida is a little girl, and she feels a little embarrassed to be noticed by so many people. She is a graduate of the University of Ensenada and was assigned to the newly established basic life service of the city of Mexicali. bureau.
This unit is said to have just been established.
The main purpose is to promote new policies in rural areas and improve the lives of the poor.
Good guy...
Victor is planning to bring the countryside into his camp.
This is indeed a way. The Mexican government's control over the grassroots is very weak. Basically, it will ignore it if nothing happens. If something happens, there is no way to control it. You can't talk about the police, the kind of drug dealers who "slaughter villages" There is not much news.
Improve their basic materials, and then wait for "villages to become towns". By then, the days of arrogant drug dealers will be gone forever!
Harida shyly walked up to the stone mill, took the manuscript in her hand and started reading. There was no nonsense, and the villagers couldn't understand, so she was very direct throughout the process.
"Mr. Victor will implement 12 years of compulsory education in Baja California. Anyone can go to school for free. If parents do not allow schooling, it will be illegal!"
Mexico gets 2002 The 12-year compulsory education was only implemented in 2011. This time, Victor was directly advanced. Many villagers looked at each other.
"Then our family farms a lot of land and has three children. What if they all go to school and no one can help me?" A man asked, raising his hand.
The village chief glared at him, and the man put his hand down with a smile.
"The city hall will provide a monthly subsidy of 200 pesos for every family with two children, 300 pesos for three children, 400 pesos for four children, and so on," said Halida.
Since the 1960s, Mexicans have generally gotten married earlier, and they like families and have more children, usually around 3. It was not until 2000 that the number gradually decreased.
It’s funny to say that the Sinaloa drug cartel even promoted Duo Sheng in several of its basic territories in 2006 and even gave out rewards.
Maybe drug dealers also know that if this continues, no one will sell drugs in the future.
The same is true for the gangs in the Brazilian slums. They do not allow the hospitals in the controlled areas to perform sterilization surgeries because they are short of people.
Halida's smile was very friendly, just like that of a recent college graduate.
“The city hall will provide free medical services to all teachers and doctors in mountain villages, and will improve welfare benefits.”
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A total of 13 items are for the grassroots Guaranteed policy.
Victor intends to directly maximize the welfare benefits. That is to say, if we cannot make universal medical care free now, otherwise we will just throw it out. Even if you Victor wants to ascend the throne now...
There are also many people holding you up.
Mainly no money...
After Harida's mouth went dry, she pointed at the daily necessities, "Everyone can come and receive a life gift package, and students can receive a pair of shoes. and a schoolbag, all donated by Mr. Victor personally."
"Village Chief, come here and hand them out for me."
The village chief hurriedly ran over to hand out the schoolbags, and he waved." Anivar, come here quickly!”
He still felt sorry for the orphan whose parents were killed by drug dealers.
The other party walked over carefully, still chewing his nails.
"Sit down quickly and I'll put on your shoes." The village chief patted him and said, and the other party sat down immediately.
Looking at the white and clean shoes, Anivar suddenly said, "I...can I go wash my feet? Grandpa, the village chief."
Harida next to her heard this , lowered his head and looked at the other person's little feet. They were covered in dust and thick calluses. It looked like he had been walking barefoot on the ground for a long time.
The village chief called a villager to bring water. Anivar rubbed his feet in the water and suddenly became dark.
"Let me help you put it on." Halida smiled and knelt down and wiped Anivar's feet clean with her clothes. This scene shocked the village chief and many villagers.
The child raised his head, and in his small eyes, he saw a woman squatting in front of him, and the sunlight behind her illuminated her whole face in a holy way.
"Mom?" Anivar murmured a few words.
At that time, there was also a woman who would squat down to tie her shoelaces, tell herself to pay attention to safety, and pat her butt to stop being naughty.
Halida helped him put on his shoes and said to him with a smile, "Stand up and try."
Anivar stood up and jumped on the ground, but he was obviously very careful and caring in his movements. With a smile on his face.
"You have to study hard when you grow up, do you hear me?" Harida touched his head, and Anivar nodded vigorously.
“I will study hard and then join Mr. Victor’s team. The village chief grandpa said that Mr. Victor is the only good person in Mexico. He will help us poor people and he will listen to our voices.”< br>
“Hook!” Halida stretched out her hand, and Anivar’s little finger hooked hers. The former smiled, “Then come on, Mexico’s new generation.”
This smile was deeply engraved in Anivar's mind.
So beautiful.
……
June 7, 1990!
San Luis Potosi, central square.
Surrounded by over 200,000 people!
Today, here Mr. Cardenas Jr. will form a new political party to oppose the decadent Carlos!
This news was broadcast on all Mexican television stations three days ago.
That was a bolt from the blue! Many big guys called Cuaukmote to ask him to give up this stupid decision, and even Carlos used an intermediary to compromise.
As long as he doesn't form a new party, he will be the next president.
What a hypocrite who talks nonsense!
He doesn’t believe it!
Quauquemot, who was wearing a standard suit, had his hair cut for 3 pesos today and looked much more energetic.
He looked at the sea of people below, took a deep breath, and stood in front of the stage.
Many people below applauded, and the voices became louder and louder as more and more people came.
Kwaukmot raised his hand and everyone fell silent.
He felt passionate.
“My friends, for many years, Mexico has been like a blind man, blinded and disoriented. Faced with this situation, what did I do? I don’t even know how to go. Change! ”
“I have become a hesitant, greedy, and cunning country’s maggot!”
"We have been suffering from this situation in recent years. Drug dealers are above us! There is no need for us to live in darkness. When the blindness is torn away from my eyes, that's when I see the light!"
< br>"I saw my enemies, the enemies of Mexico, the enemies of the world, which are drug dealers, corrupt officials and all-encompassing evil!"
"I saw the greed of drug dealers, Evil has shaken the heart of this great country, we must kill this black sheep!”
Kuaukmot said excitedly, waving his fists and spitting, and the people below cheered.
“What I said today may be forgotten, but what we have done will last forever!”
"Kill these drug traffickers, long live victory!"
"Long live Mexico!"
The people below also shouted excitedly, and the camera zoomed in on Cuauquemot and saw him My whole body was shaking, it was excitement.
"Kill the drug dealers! Kill the drug dealers! Kill the drug dealers!"
Kwaukmot raised his hands and roared, and the sound gradually gathered into power, even the people in the sky The dark clouds were blown away.
Honatan Aragon, who was hiding behind the tarpaulin, watched this scene with mixed emotions in his eyes.
He is an excellent politician.
“In Mexico, in San Luis Potosi, here, I declare the establishment of the Mexican Workers Party, and I will declare war on all drug dealers, go to hell, you bastards!”
“ Go to hell you filth!"
"Get back up!"
Quaukmot looked down at the crowd, raised his hands, and accepted this moment as his own.
Dozens of cameras around us recorded this scene and broadcast it to other cities and other countries.
“We are not fighting alone! My closest comrade-in-arms and Mexico’s greatest fighter, Victor Carlos Vieri, will fight on the front line to eliminate drug traffickers.”
Quaukmote pointed at the huge screen placed in the square, and as he finished speaking, he saw the picture appear on it.
That was the square in Mexicali.
A man in police uniform stood on top, and below were all police officers in police uniforms.
“Gentlemen, we live in such a country. It is poor, backward, and even full of dangers, but we still love it because our elders and relatives have lived here for a long time.”< br>
“The hard-working Mexicans should be favored.”
“But the drug traffickers, they have deprived us of everything, property, family ties, love, and even life. They broke into our homes unscrupulously. home, and then shoot your parents to death.”
“They robbed our wealth and lived in the so-called mansion.”
"That's an insult to us!" Victor waved his arms excitedly, "My comrades and friends died on the front line of anti-drugs. They are great, but their cause did not succeed and was left in our hands."< br>
"Then we should uphold their legacy and charge towards the evil drug traffickers. What I am afraid of is never falling, but retreating. In this anti-drug war, I, Victor, will always be at the forefront. Front."
"I will always die defending justice!"
"For the great Mexico, for the great land!"
"Gentlemen, Are you ready to fight?”
In the camera, a group of police officers with weapons lined up neatly below stood upright, their eyes looking feverishly at the "chief" who was leading them to victory on the stage.
Under that ray of sunshine.
Victor and Quaukmot looked at each other in the camera. The two were the closest comrades in arms.
A reporter nearby quickly took pictures of this scene.
“Liberate Baja California!”
"Kill the drug dealers on our land and let their soil turn into fertilizer that nourishes the land!"
"Hi! Victor!"
Thousands of police officers saluted, loudly shouted!
This voice penetrates time, as if people can see Germany decades ago, but the anti-drug cause is just!
The police officers boarded the armored vehicles and headed to the battlefield from here!
Victor transferred all the police officers from Guadalupe Island, leaving only 10 guards. With all the armed forces assembled, it was time to give the armed elements in other parts of Baja California an iron fist of justice.
Suffer death!
Drug dealers!
(End of this chapter)