Chapter 152 Young people have bad tempers.


Chapter 152 Young people have explosive tempers.

June 16th.

The sky is clear.

The streets of Tijuana are still in chaos, with ruins everywhere. When you look through the rubble, you can see the broken limbs underneath.

Sweat fucked passionately with white gloves.

He followed the Mexican emergency response team to help clean up garbage on a residential street. This is called: the police and the citizens are a family?

Kennedy said so.

In addition to necessary patrols, most police officers were sent to clean up the streets.

At first there were many ordinary people hiding in the house and pointing, but slowly more and more people joined the cleaning team.

“Come on, kid, have some Coke.”

Just as Sweet was wiping his sweat, a pair of dull, wrinkled hands stretched out in front of him, holding a Coke. When he looked up, he saw an old lady looking at him.

In Mexico, water resources are not actually scarce, but because of a series of unequal treaties signed with the United States, the country has been saddled with a "water debt." For example, according to the treaty signed in 1944, Mexico must Every five years, one-third of the water from the main stem of the Rio Bravo Norte (also known as the Rio Grande) is delivered to the United States.

People naturally drink less water. At this time, Coca-Cola entered the country, replacing water and becoming a daily drinking resource for men, women, and children. This also made Mexico suffer from diabetes after the millennium. The number of people getting sick has increased a lot.

Seeing that Sweet didn't reach out, the old lady stuffed it into his arms, handed the remaining Coke in the bag to Pieter and others next to her, and said to them, "Thank you for your hard work."

This made Sweet embarrassed, "We didn't do anything."

"You are a hero when you fight drug dealers." She praised with her thumbs, and there were tears in her eyes. "I thought I would never see this day again in my life..."

Sweat hurriedly supported her and comforted her. He listened to the old man talking, "Both my son and my grandson were killed by drug dealers. I want to take revenge, but they see me as an ordinary old woman and they won't even sell me a gun. My husband In the end, he died on the hospital bed. He told me not to go to the country or stay in Tijuana."

"But I was unwilling to do so. After waiting year after year, I almost forgot about killing my son. Who is it, but I know that drug dealers are definitely not good at anything, and my leg... was broken by their shooting." She said and opened her trousers, and sure enough she saw a bullet hole in it.

The old lady wiped her tears, "I went to the police station, I went to the court, but no one paid attention to me, and some people advised me not to sue. Drug dealers have too many backers, and living alone is the most important thing, but My family is dead, what’s the point of my life!”

“Thank you, thank you, I killed the drug dealer, and I...I can go see my husband and son with peace of mind.” Her voice suddenly became louder, and she cried against Sweet.

This made everyone around him feel depressed.

The old lady wiped her tears with her clothes and touched Sweet's face, "God bless you, children."

After saying that, she crooked her legs and moved slowly.

The bleak back figure made Sweet's chest swell.

Little Piet sighed next to her, "It's so pitiful. If Mr. Victor had appeared earlier, maybe her family wouldn't be like this."

"Then it's not too late!" Sweet said, "Justice is never a matter of time, but the result. When the opportunity is right in front of you, don't let go. Follow Mr. Victor and push the drug dealer into the garbage."

"Yes, saving Tijuana is not enough. To save the whole of Mexico, Victor must be sent by God, no! Mr. Victor is God!"

Mexican people are really suffering from drugs. Said.

《The National Palace welcomes its new owner! 》

"Mexico will enter a new era!" 》

《Kwaukmot Acting President! 》

The desk is covered with news about Mexico. The most popular thing these days is the "arrival" of Cuauquemot in Mexico City.

Tens of thousands of people went to the city gate with flowers to greet him!

Several students brought him flowers.

In the camera, he smiled happily.

Victor opened the cigarette case and put on a cigar. His taste has changed recently and he likes this wild taste. Mexican tobacco is as hot as local women.

The phone on the table rang. Victor picked it up unhurriedly. He propped his elbow on the table and held the cigar in his left hand at an angle of 45°, listening to the voice of Quaukmott on the other side. He smiled and said, "Sir, I thought you were still enjoying the fruits of victory."

Kwaukmot washed his face with cold water in the mirror, rubbed his red eyes, and took Walking out of the toilet with his cell phone in hand, "I used to think I was too free, but now I feel like I am too busy to touch the ground."

"I met with representatives from more than a dozen countries, and I had to host a card At Ross’s funeral, I really wanted to open his coffin, but some elders in the party wanted to give him the last bit of dignity.”

"The Aragon family will host a dinner party in Mexico City tomorrow night. Mexican foreign-funded companies and many local companies will send people there. Will you come?"

"Are you sure they will be happy if I go?"

"It's time to share the cake. I need you to help me. Only you can make the chaebol retreat."

This made Victor laugh.

Okay...

Do you think I am the leader of the warlord?

You are responsible for reasoning, and I am responsible for flipping the table?

Don’t I look very gentle?

It’s been a long time since I personally killed a drug dealer.

Victor thought about it and it was true that Kwaukemot did not dare to speak loudly without him by his side. With him by his side, he would smash the mouth of anyone who spoke loudly, so he would naturally be the loudest.

"? Victor? What's wrong?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Quaukmot asked.

"It's okay, I'm just wondering whether to bring 500 people or 1,000 people." The other side of the phone suddenly fell silent.

Quauquemot smiled awkwardly, "No... no need to do this, Carlos is dead. We need a fast and stable government. Mexico has been absurd for a long time. They have Support, we can solve the problem of the drug cartel faster, and only by solving the drug dealers can we solve other problems."

"I'm kidding, sir, I'm a gentleman. What time is it tomorrow?"

"Eight o'clock."

"OK!"

After hanging up the phone, Kwaukemot spread his hands, "Gentleman? Damn it, when did Victor become so humorous?"< br>
As soon as he rolled up the newspaper on the table, Casare knocked on the door and came in, "Boss, just clean the table and I will do it."

"As a mayor, I am not wronging you by throwing garbage. ." Victor joked.

"No matter what the mayor is, boss, I can work in any job you like me to do. Anyway, it's all for work." Casare said with a smile.

Awakening!

You deserve to be promoted and rich.

I finally understand why there were so many tired ministers around the previous emperor. The art of flattering is really in the blood.

Victor smiled and put the pen into the pen holder, "Don't say such nonsense. If I really send you to the toilet, you will have to scold me again. If it's serious business, you can go with me tomorrow." When we went to Mexico City, Mr. Cuauquemot was a little shy and he had to let us stand up for him.”

"You arrange some people to go to Mexico City first. I don't want to have insufficient manpower when the table is lifted."

Casare nodded, "Okay, I will arrange it right away, but boss, I think you still have to We need to set up our own security bureau. We can’t always draw from the police officers below, right?”

Security bureau?

Well, the grade is very high!

Victor waved his hands and seemed not in a hurry. He was waiting to go to Mexico City to share the cake. Alejandro was promoted to the governor of Baja California. He had to climb to the position of security minister of Baja California, right?

This is a step up several steps from the director of a small island. At that time, I can directly redeem it from Gold Finger. Isn’t it more secure than an ordinary police officer?

Seeing that the boss didn't care, Casare didn't say much. He looked at his watch and reminded, "It seems it's time for the public trial of Armando."

Armando two days ago When he was caught, Kennedy reported it, but he hoped that he could be tried publicly to scare many drug dealers in the city. Many of them threw away their guns and retreated to a small room in a residential area. They could not be caught at all. .

When the household registration system is tightened, these will not be problems!

Today is the day of the public trial.

Victor turned on the TV and tuned Tijuana TV.

The scene before him surprised him.

Kennedy was hitting the judge on the stage with his shoe, "Judge, don't scream at me, what the hell are you telling me again?"

"Say it again! "

The judge was frightened and at a loss. "Without evidence, there is no way to convict."

So brave?

Kennedy grabbed the judge's clothes and pulled him down, "Did you collect money? Get off here and I will judge!"

Actually, Mexican judges are quite picky, they almost No one is afraid of retaliation from drug traffickers. The Americans have sentenced Quintero to 40 years in prison, and the court can still plead not guilty.

In 2020, for such a big drug lord as Ye Zhenli, the roadside dogs knew that he was selling drugs, but he was about to be released.

But if you encounter something...harder, you will suffer a loss.

Kennedy sat on the judge's seat and waved his hand, "Armando, the Juarez drug trafficking leader, is sentenced to stoning! Stone him to death!"

His defense lawyer stood up after brushing his hands, and Kennedy pointed at him, " You four-eyed boy, I’ve tolerated you for a long time, don’t talk too much, and you will die too.”

Stone punishment!

Armando's eyes suddenly opened. He struggled hard and screamed, but the police officer still pulled him down like a dead dog.

"Under Victor's watchful eyes, all drug dealers must be sentenced to death! There must be something wrong with you, the judge. Arrest him and go to his house to check."

"Tyranny! Tyrant!" The judge, who was a bit old, shouted loudly with his mouth twitching in anger.

The onlookers and jurors didn’t dare to talk nonsense.

Didn’t you see the police officers next to you holding weapons?

The camera follows Armando. The police officer pulls him to the ground outside and ties him up like a dog. Then a police officer next to him, whose chest muscles are bigger than a steamed bun, lifts a stone on the ground. In the horrified eyes of the other party, he smashed it down hard!

“Ahhhhh!!!”

My "eyesight" was not good, so I only hit the opponent's thigh, which was instantly twisted to 90 degrees. The sharp points of the broken bones pierced the flesh, making it look bloody.

The big-muscular police officer picked up the stone again, and when he hit it again, the other leg was broken.

“It’s too cruel.”

Victor shook his head, smoked a cigarette to calm down, “Go to Mexico City and take Kennedy with you.”

Let’s see which one then. If the chaebol is unhappy, just kill him!

"Young people have bad tempers." Victor sighed and turned off the TV.

When can I be like myself?

Cultivate yourself!

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(End of this chapter)

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