Chapter 225 Armed Rebellion!
“What happened this afternoon must not happen again! Our protection target actually left our protection circle. This is a very low-level mistake!”
George Forman, who was responsible for Victor's security in the Secret Service, frowned and cursed at his subordinates.
If something goes wrong, it will be a shame for them.
"Boss, this Mexican has offended a lot of people since he came to the United States, and the street gangs have sent him death threats." A subordinate said.
"Gangsters can't become a climate! They are in the United States, and a complete political system and a complete national system protect them." George Foreman put his hands on his hips and said word for word, "But there is no way that sewer rats can crawl into our Head, if he dares to mess around, he will kill them."
This is true, what nonsense is the 18th Street Gang in California, the "Florencia 13", gangs are always gangs, they can't get involved. Mesa, what if you were in Mexico and threatened Victor like this?
The threatening letter sent out in the afternoon, even your dog was beaten that night. Therefore, the sound system of the United States also protected them.
But you are wrong to say that they are useless.
Medellin has been fighting with local gangs for more than a year in order to seize the drug market on the streets of San Francisco. There is no way, Pablo can't send troops in.
Some gangs on the US-Mexico border have also evolved into "paramilitary" units. Moreover, many gangs in the United States belong to transnational organizations.
For example, "MS-13" originated in El Salvador, and its members have spread all over Latin America, and have been involved in drug trade in Guatemala and Mexico.
Walking on U.S. dollars, there is an arms deal with the U.S. National Guard!
Victor's Tijuana also discovered many of their branches, and he would crush them all to death no matter what they did. Moreover, his crackdown on drugs had seriously affected the profits of domestic gangs in the United States.
Many of their gangs are unable to sell drugs and can only increase other violent crimes, such as kidnapping, extortion, murder, etc.
The domestic security pressure in the United States has suddenly become much higher.
Do you think the local police will have a good impression of Victor?
The American Mafia even held a meeting specifically for this purpose, focusing on how to maintain the U.S. market when Mexican supplies are in short supply.
In the end, after much discussion, there was only one solution: Victor should die.
Only when he dies can everyone continue to live.
Baja California and Sonora are stuck in Arizona's purchase channels. You don't know, but the price of ordinary local drugs has soared to three times!
Many drug addicts have no choice but to drive to Mexico and buy goods directly from drug dealers.
So, to a certain extent, Mexico is related to the food problem of many people in the United States. If Victor really comes to power, NMD and gangs across the United States will lose their source of drugs.
Forget all the gangsters becoming monks!
So, the deeper level is still a struggle of interests. Too many people want Victor dead.
Under bullets, all beings are equal.
Victor can come to the United States because he currently meets the needs of the United States. If drug traffickers come to power, he will be abandoned.
6:15pm.
When Victor came out of the room, he took a shower without spraying perfume.
What kind of perfume should a grown man wear?
He entered the elevator, still holding a cigarette.
"Want one? Authentic Tijuana products from Mexico." Victor saw George Foreman staring at his cigarette, thinking he was about to smoke it, and handed it over politely.
“No, sir, it’s just that you are a bit addicted to cigarettes.”
“At least two packs a day.”
George Forman nodded, “Then You have to take care of your health, smoking is harmful to your health.”
Victor was startled, looked at him and thanked him with a smile, "But I'm afraid I can't change it. I am interested in smoking and drinking, and women are interested in it. If I don't do it, what's the point of being a man."
Ding dong~
“The first floor is here!”
The Secret Service employees standing on the outside went out first and expanded the protective circle, and then Victor led Casare and his party out. George Foreman followed him, looking around with eagle eyes.
This hotel…
There is no private venue.
There were many people coming in and out of the Wyndham Hotel. When he got out of the elevator, many people dropped leaflets and shouted accusations loudly.
Jason Bourne discovered the clues nearby. The man who was reading a newspaper near the window in the upper right corner put down the newspaper. He came over and put his hand in his pocket!
“Be careful!!”
The man had deep hostility on his face and was obviously unhappy, and he rushed towards Victor.
George Foreman obviously noticed this and quickly shouted to other security personnel. He himself went up and gave the other person a slap on the chin.
Really...
Standing behind, Casare saw the man "flying", his head tilted back, his teeth spinning in mid-air.
The man was pushed to the ground with his face covered in blood. The punch was not light, and he obviously fainted from the force.
A group of people protected Victor as he walked out of the hotel and got into the car.
The crowd outside was obviously larger than what we had seen in the afternoon. It was densely packed, and the number of police officers was at least three times greater.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!" Seeing his car, the supporters shouted wildly and waved the flags vigorously.
Victor waved his hand with satisfaction.
"Mr. George Foreman, can I trouble you with one thing?"
The Secret Service captain sitting in the passenger seat turned his head and said, "Please tell me."
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"Contact the hotel for me and ask them to prepare some food and water for the supporters outside. I will pay for all the expenses. It is only for my supporters. The opponents will let them eat shit."
George Foreman thought it was some kind of request, but it turned out to be this. He nodded, "OK, I'll arrange it."
"Thank you very much. Also, I believe that bastard's face is definitely worse than yours." The hand injury is worse," Victor said with a smile.
“It is our job to protect your safety.”
The dinner was arranged at New York City City Hall, which is almost 20 minutes away from the hotel.
Along the way, Victor saw different signs of opposition.
Anyway, the filth comes from whatever reason.
At about 6:45, the convoy arrived at its destination.
The red carpet has been rolled out outside, and there are reporters next to it. F*ck, those who didn’t know would have thought it was the Cannes Film Festival.
Victor is now the darling of traffic. On BBS, his topics are full of the entire page. If you click on any photo, there will be a group of people fighting each other on it.
Others cursed and arranged for a private fight.
The BBS at that time was, well... very exciting.
Only what you can’t think of, there is nothing that is not available above.
As soon as Victor got out of the car, the reporters came over one after another and were blocked by the police.
"Mr. Victor, the family of the man you beat in the afternoon accused you of intentional injury and felt that your behavior towards their son was insane. He was only a 21-year-old young man. Did you strike too hard? ”
"Please call his parents over. I will also beat their parents and tell them what a tutor is! What is three views. If a family that can cultivate such children is placed in Mexico and on my territory, I have already placed it on my territory. They hanged."
George Foreman's mouth was numb and he lowered his voice, "Sir, please stop making these remarks."
This continues to be provocative. He was really afraid that there would be greater danger during this time. It was very difficult for "Big Mouth" Victor to keep him silent. He could only say reluctantly, "I will try my best!"
"Sir! Sir! Do you have any concerns about drugs in the United States? What do you think about the flooding problem? ”
"Mr. Victor, some people say that you implement high-pressure rule in Mexico. You do not allow them to grow cash crops and do not allow them to take drugs. Do you think this is a violation of human rights?"
Victor's expression is really slow. Twitching.
MD!
How can there be such a mental retardation problem!
He took a deep breath and walked into City Hall. The mayor of New York and many celebrities greeted him at the door.
Victor also saw many familiar faces, such as Alec Baldwin, who became popular in the United States with "Doctors".
And Tom Cruise, who became popular after starring in "Top Gun" in 1986 and was nominated for Best Actor at the 62nd Academy Awards in 1990 for "Born on the Fourth of July".
There is also Steven Spielberg who directed "Jaws" and "E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial."
…
These people later influenced Hollywood and the American people for generations.
"Good evening, Mr. Victor." The mayor of New York extended his hand to shake his hand, and then introduced him to other officials and some celebrities standing nearby.
"Leona Helmsley, the real estate queen of New York, hahaha, she is a very, very, very great woman."
"Good evening, ma'am." Victor He kissed her hand in a very gentlemanly manner. Not to mention, the 70-year-old woman's skin was pretty good after taking care of her.
Leona Helmsley is worth at least more than 4 billion US dollars.
Rich old ladies.
"I'm afraid this guy needs no introduction." The mayor of New York pulled the bearded man over and joked, "No one can refuse his movies."
"Hello, Spielber Mr. Ge. "
"Good evening, Mr. Victor, I know you. I have been paying attention to you since you were the chief of the Guadalupe Island Police Department." The other party said.
This made Victor startled, and he smiled and said, "Oh? That's really my honor."
"I think you are a charming person. If possible, I would like to Make a character movie for you, yours! ”
"Do you also support anti-drugs?"
Steven Spielberg laughed when he heard this and was noncommittal. He would not comment on this because many screenwriters and directors in Hollywood have a history of drug abuse.
Rivan Phoenix died of drug abuse, and his younger brother is the famous Joaquin Phoenix, the guy who starred in "Hitchcock's Mysteries."
They euphemistically call it: letting your mind fly for the sake of creation.
In fact, it is an excuse for TMD.
Is there any other feeling that can compare to the feeling of gluing? If that doesn't work, buy an airplane cup.
Spielberg doesn’t want to offend some insiders, and his career is booming.
"I'm happy to cooperate with you, but don't make me a tyrant." Victor joked.
What if my own biographical movie was released!
It must be watched by all Mexicans, isn’t it just... to boost the box office?
Who the hell doesn’t know that?
The mayor of New York is preparing to introduce the next person. Is that a fat man wearing sunglasses? So much?
Before he could speak, the fat man went straight to the point, "Sir, I object to your anti-drug remarks!"
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Pa!
The sky flashed with thunder and lightning.
It was pouring rain in Tijuana.
"Meiners, close the window." The woman in the kitchen shouted, and the little boy who was watching the cartoon responded, but he still walked away and looked back, staring at the TV for fear of leaking What.
He closed the window forcefully and was about to go back when he saw...a dozen vehicles appearing on the road downstairs, including an armored vehicle!
"Mom, there is a police car."
The woman didn't even raise her head, "Maybe she's on patrol. Go wash your hands and eat."
The little boy agreed, but he always felt a little confused.
Why did this patrol... go towards the city hall?
A police Humvee with Demetrius sitting in it.
He was expressionless, but the cigarette butt at his feet showed that he was very nervous, and his lips were trembling slightly.
Tonight, take down the city hall!
Controlled everyone inside. His troops were divided into three groups. One group went to the airport and the other group went to the TV station.
As long as he succeeds here, Mexico City will be able to pull Cuauquemot down.
He wants to overthrow Victor!
Go and kill his minions first!
As he approached the city hall, he was stopped by the guard. Two National Guard policemen came over, wearing raincoats, and knocked on the window.
Demetrius handed over the certificate.
The other party checked it and saluted and said hello.
"Sir, it's so late, what can I do for you?" a police sergeant asked.
"Don't take care of what you shouldn't take care of, just do your duty." Demetrius said with a tigerish face.
After being scolded like this, they shrank their heads and let him go.
Watching the convoy pass the inspection post, the sergeant who asked the question suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was there an armored vehicle here?
Moreover, these people are armed with live ammunition!
And... there are people standing directly on the Humvee holding heavy machine guns. It’s raining heavily. Damn, if you don’t hide in the car, you will be wet. Yu, you love work so much.
Absolutely not simple!
Armed...rebellion?
The word suddenly flashed through his head, and a gust of wind, accompanied by rain, made him shiver.
"Stop! Stop! Quick, sound the alarm."
This sergeant came from the front-line police force and served as a grassroots. He does not look like a newbie who has joined the police force. Understand.
When he noticed something was wrong, he dealt with it decisively.
The subordinate police officer rushed towards the post, but before he could take two steps, he was spotted by the "rebel" driving a heavy machine gun. He turned the gun and fired directly at him!
Thud, tug, tug...
The bullet directly shattered the police officer, and the body staggered to the ground.
"Rebel! Rebellion!" the police sergeant yelled, and took out his weapon to fight back, but there was no cover at all. He was beaten directly into a sieve, knelt on the ground, and then fell to the side. Still staring.
Demetrius looked heavy, "Fight in!"
"Occupy the City Hall!"
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(End of this chapter)