Chapter 284: The history of world drug control ushered in a new dawn!
This is just talking nonsense and scaring people.
Under what circumstances will mankind perish?
To be honest, even if the five good people sitting below collectively drop nuclear bombs, it will not necessarily destroy mankind.
But, this is to make things bigger.
How else to attract attention?
Isn’t this the traffic password?
Isn’t that what the “Big V” Gambia, nicknamed the “African Dog”, suddenly claimed to be able to completely eliminate the Soviet Union within three days? The whole world was laughing at him.
But for just a moment, the eyes of the whole world were on him, and everyone knew, holy shit, is there such a stupid big brother in Africa?
This aroused the interest of many people, and even during the "realization" stage, the Americans were happy to give Gambia a lot of interest-free loans.
Yossi, as long as you say something bad about the Soviets, you are my friend of the Yankees and a great good citizen.
Victor's opening remarks made many countries below start to become formal, especially the small countries. They are very nervous, fearing that something will happen that will affect them.
“I’m not talking nonsense. According to information collection and estimates by the Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration in the first half of the year, the global seizure of amphetamine drugs has reached more than 210 tons, of which East Asia, Southeast Asia and North America are the most important. regions, followed by Central Asia, West Asia, Australia, and New Zealand, indicating that these regions are both the main producers and consumers of amphetamines! "
"As for other types of drugs, 721 tons have been seized in Mexico alone, and as many as 210,000 people have been involved!"
The big screen behind Victor flashed, and a message appeared. According to group data, "There are nearly 250 million drug addicts worldwide, and the number of people who die from drug overdose every year is as high as one million!"
"The direct economic losses are immeasurable."
"Gentlemen and ladies, you should understand the meaning and meaning behind this set of data. If we do not stop drugs, our young generation will completely fall into drugs. Prisoners, think about it, in the next few decades, when your successor is sitting in your national office, smoking drugs, this is simply a irony."
Data will not. Liar.
Which country here has not suffered from a drug problem?
The United States?
The Mexican drug den is right next to it.
The Soviet Union?
You can say that policies were strict in the era of the loving father, but in the 1980s, drugs were circulated from Afghanistan. Wasn’t the so-called “Beatles” culture at that time just about taking drugs and playing with women?
It’s just that it’s relatively strict. If you’re caught, you’ll be sent to drug rehabilitation.
But after the instability of the regime, this trend became more and more obvious.
"Drugs-derived violence and crime are growing explosively." Victor pointed to the picture behind him, which showed numerous bones, placed in an open space, with police clearing them next to them.
“These are 1,171 corpses found in an empty valley after Mexico recaptured Sinaloa. 697 of them were women, and the rest were men and young children. They suffered major injuries before death. Injury..."
Victor held the podium with both hands and stared at them, "Forensic medicine determined that they had undergone kidney surgery before they were alive, which means that their organs were sold!"
< br>Wow! !
This really caused an uproar.
Many of the representatives below were whispering among themselves.
“The violence caused by drug trafficking goes far beyond that. In Mexico in 1989, more than 121 mayoral candidates were shot dead, and there were 60 presidential candidates. It is simply appalling..."
< br>"We can't sit still and wait for death. When we continue to give in, those drug dealers will only go further! They are testing our bottom line, so I think that when facing drug dealers, the only way is to kill them!"< br>
“Their corpses should appear in the sea, in magma, in the desert, and in the mouths of wild beasts. We must use bullets and any tools to kill them. Drug traffickers die! Drug addicts die. ! It must become a norm!"
His "violent remarks" make people feel uncomfortable.
The Spanish representative was unhappy with Victor, so he raised his hand directly, "Sir, do you know how many people you want to kill?"
"Are you going to kill everyone related to drugs? This is not realistic. "
"Why is it not realistic? Have you done it? If you don't do it, of course you will fail. We are doing it, and the Mexican people are doing it. Starting from the comprehensive ban on drug traffickers, we all sacrificed. More than 12,000 policemen, soldiers and all kinds of patriots!"
Victor pointed at him, "Are you sympathizing with drug dealers?"
The Spanish representative's face stiffened. He waved hastily, "Don't talk nonsense, of course not!"
Today's political correctness is still very disgusting with drugs.
Didn’t you see that the British representatives were shrinking and silent now?
After all, they used opium to bully a lot of people back then, and if they show up now, they will definitely be blamed.
"Only people who have experienced the same pain can understand the importance of the anti-drug cause. Gentlemen, students in Mexico shot a short film. Please watch it." Victor pointed to the big screen behind him.
A group of people moved their buttocks and sat upright.
The short film begins...
The background is very dark and gray.
In a camera studio, a photographer asked, "Can you smile?"
A soldier stood opposite, fully armed, with a resolute face and wide eyes, " No."
Beside him, a woman looked at him, "Why don't you tell me, you don't have to go."
"Because...the motherland needs me."
"Don't you love me anymore?" The woman looked at him, and the man turned back suddenly, "I love you, but I love my motherland even more."
The woman turned her head and covered her face and cried, but she still stood next to him. As the photographer took the shutter, they were frozen together.
The camera turned.
The woman has tied up her hair and put a gun on her back. Her eyes are full of bleakness. The photographer still asks, "Can you smile?"
"No."
At this time, there was an older man next to him, and he shouted loudly, "I don't allow you to go!"
"This is a war on drugs. Dad."
"You are a woman."
"I graduated from field training."
The old man begged, "You are my only one."
"But the motherland is also my only one."
The father and daughter looked at each other, and finally, the elderly father tidied his clothes , standing next to his daughter, he couldn't laugh, but he didn't cry either. He just looked at the camera numbly.
Click!
“Can you smile?” The photographer looked at the old man in military uniform.
The other party shook his head.
When the sun shines again outside, when the air becomes quiet, when all words become numb...
The photographer, wearing a shabby military uniform, took one last look at the camera , picked up the rifle, pushed open the door, and walked into the darkness.
Written next to it: "The war on drugs. To win this war, the Mexican people have worked hard for hundreds of years. They have never begged. They have been fighting, fighting, and sacrificing. They are great and And ordinary, they just think that their next generation will not have drugs!"
Victor raised his head, his eyes red, "Gentlemen, we have no choice but to retreat, and we do not ask history to leave us behind! Name, we only hope that more people can join us in the struggle.”
"We need money, weapons, personnel, supplies, solidarity, and attention. Mexico is curbing the flow of drugs and saving the world. We hope the world will save us."
"Thank you!"
Victor stood up, bowed deeply, and walked off the podium with the manuscript in hand. His back was very depressed...
Papa papa...
A round of applause sounded, Everyone looked at the source and saw Brother No. 1 from Asia sitting among the Five Great Good People. He applauded warmly.
Only people who have gone through the same pain know what drugs mean. They destroy people's will and destroy a healthy social order!
As the boss applauded, the people behind him slowly followed suit.
Finally, the applause gets louder!
Resounded throughout the United Nations General Assembly.
Berthalia Rumsfeld hugged Victor, "What you said is great, my dear."
Victor smiled back.
His tears were not completely fake, but he really felt it was difficult. Along the way, many people were looking at him coldly and ridiculing him.
Anti-drugs in Mexico?
Are you kidding me?
This kind of pressure caused him to suffer from insomnia several times...
Later, he figured out that if anyone spoke ill of me, he would be killed. Wow, this felt much better.
"Mr. Victor, the next topic is voting for the position of the Drug Enforcement Administration. Please return to your seat." The staff next to him came over and said.
"Okay, thank you." Victor nodded towards him, kissed Belsaria, and after saying a few words, he followed the staff back to his seat, and next to him was the representative of Mexico. , stood up and hugged each other.
The small countries next to us, such as Ecuador, Guatemala, Costa Rica, etc. also stood up and shook hands one by one.
For a time, Victor successfully made a lot of faces.
"Thank you very much for Victor's speech. He gave us a deep understanding of the harm caused by drugs. According to resolution 45/179, the United Nations will establish the United Nations International Narcotics Control Agency. Next, the candidates will be voted on. "Executive Director."
The rotating country is the United Kingdom. As the representative finished his speech, a list of four people appeared above.
“1. Brazilian Drug Enforcement Agency: José Bonifacio de Andrada.”
“2. Libya: Omar Muammar Kha Zafi."
"3. Mexico: Victor Carlos Vieri"
"4. South Korea:..."
Victor raised his eyebrows, and a familiar person popped up among the four candidates' names, Gaddafi?
You bastard, you are such a good president, why are you trying to steal this thing from us?
"Please start voting now." Victor nervously clenched his fists and glanced at the Mexican representative next to him, who voted directly for him.
It seems that he still wants to return to his country.
The number of votes at the back rose quickly. Seeing that his name was far ahead, Victor breathed a sigh of relief.
I also looked at several competitors leisurely. The Brazilians were expressionless, the Libyans frowned, and the Koreans gritted their teeth...
After all the voting is over, you can see the above Ranking.
Victor Carlos Vieri: 197 votes!
Libya: 20 votes!
Brazil: 7 votes!
Korea: 1 vote
This solitary vote almost made Victor laugh out loud, but he held it back, it was a bit disrespectful to others.
Looking at the expression on South Korea’s Xiba, I think that vote was cast by myself.
"I now announce that the first Executive Director of the Drug Enforcement Agency is Victor Carlos Vieri of Mexico."
Whether they are willing or not, everyone can only send their sincere blessings.
If you are not convinced?
You think this is a court, so you can do the above.
Didn’t you see that the big guys below started applauding?
The Korean oppa could only grin. Even if he felt unhappy, he could only stand up in the end.
Victor stood on the podium again amid cheers.
"It is a great honor..."
"I am very happy to serve as the first Executive Director of the Narcotics Control Department. Thank you for your trust and encouragement. I will solemnly promise here that in the four years of my term, Within this year, I will crack down on drug dealers and I will never slack off!”
This speech was brief, but it also expressed my determination.
Hope finally appeared in the eyes of representatives from many countries below.
To put it bluntly, all countries in Latin America are inundated with drugs, and the same is true in many countries in Southeast Asia. The Golden Triangle and Silver Triangle are very famous.
Victor has a resolute character. In addition to the Executive Director, the United Nations General Assembly also has Deputy Executive Director and other positions.
The secretary-general is his old acquaintance, the former head of the Secretariat of the International Narcotics Control Board—Nurnisa Kalis.
Besides him, he is the second-largest person in the Drug Enforcement Administration.
At the media conference in the afternoon, facing hundreds of reporters who came after hearing the news, Victor calmly said hello in front of the camera, and then announced several responsibilities and reforms of the Drug Enforcement Administration.
“The Drug Enforcement Administration will work closely with all countries around the world to severely crack down on drug trafficking and smuggling activities, and will spend 30 million US dollars every year to recruit bounty hunters to arrest scattered drug trafficking organizations around the world!”
This should be the first time a world-class organization has used a "bounty hunter" to offer rewards. Can this be said openly?
Whatever.
The reporters were excited anyway.
The top officials of the Drug Enforcement Administration sitting next to him looked at each other.
30 million, NMD, where does the money come from?
The United Nations has no money...
“Accept the surrender request of drug dealers within three months after the establishment of the Drug Enforcement Agency. Starting from January 1st tomorrow, any drug dealer caught will be sentenced to death. ! ”
Another strong policy, this is simply to kill everyone.
"The Drug Enforcement Administration will accept requests for armed assistance from various countries, and the Governor-General of the North of Mexico will provide full assistance and will provide a reply within three working days of submission."
"Fourth..."
…
There are 10 articles in total, and every one of them is aimed at drug dealers.
Victor is simply very drastic. He just gives money, food, and people. Many people wonder where the drug dealer has messed with him?
Kill his father?
Or kill his mother?
"Next, any reporters who have questions, please raise your hands." The press officer next to him said with a microphone. When he saw a female reporter reaching out, he asked her to stand up.
"Hello, Dear Governor Victor, I am a reporter from the "Tijuana Newspaper Mexico". Did you ever think that the "Ten Orders" you promulgated would further stimulate drug traffickers? And thus trigger a greater crisis. Riots and accidents? Thank you."
This is "one of our own".
Victor raised a finger, "Struggle is never about compromise. Kill them all and they will become honest. I cannot leave the problems of this era to the hands of future generations."
Reporter click below Victor's figure was photographed with a snap.
Everyone looks like a satiated glutton with an excited expression on their face. They like people who "talk arrogantly".
If you don’t talk nonsense, how can I become popular?
How do I sell it for money?
......
"Global drug control welcomes a new speaker!" 》
Aguilar threw the newspaper on the table, smoked a cigarette, frowned, and lay on the chair, looking at the swimming pool in front of him. The woman inside made him feel no trace of her. Interested, and this cigar worth hundreds of dollars suddenly smelled dry.
The main reason is that my heart is very dry.
Life in Juárez is not easy either…
Chihuahua State is now besieged in the north and west. If the Northern Army attacks from both sides, it will soon drown the Juarez Group.
Every day he dared not sleep too much, for fear that when he woke up, Victor would stand next to him and look at him with a sinister smile.
"Boss, the masseur is here." Just as Aguilar was frowning, the younger brother came over, followed by a blind man who was a bit older.
He was under a lot of mental stress recently and felt uncomfortable everywhere, so he asked someone to see a masseur.
Aguilar nodded, and the younger brother said a few words to the masseur, who then groped his way to the other person's feet, disinfected them, and started massaging them.
With this force, the Juarez boss felt a little pain and couldn't help but scream.
The masseur still smiled and said, "Sir, you need a massage when you have time. Your health is very poor. The place I pressed just now was your kidney. When I pressed it, did you feel like you needed to pee? "Come out?"
The boy next to him almost couldn't help but laugh, with a slight embarrassment on his face.
He is a MD. When he went to find a masseur, he forgot to tell him who he was massaging for!
Aguilar's expression was gloomy, his right eyelid twitched, and he looked at the other party.
"Haha, older men are like this, prone to kidney failure..."
You fucking said that!
Aguilar is the boss of Juárez after all, how can he endure this? He grabbed the knife and fork on the table, grabbed the masseuse's head, and stabbed him in the neck!
The blood splashed all over him.
This cruel look scared the women in the swimming pool to get in without even daring to expose their heads.
"Didn't you ask Jesus when you went out?" Aguilar looked at the masseur, who made a dull sound in his throat, finally groaned, stretched out his hand and struggled for a while, then died.
Hey...
See, working is a dead end.
No one will tell the truth.
“Drag him down and feed him to the dogs.”
The boy next to him rushed up and took the body away.
Aguilar took out a napkin and wiped his hands. Looking at the report about Victor on the table, he felt uncomfortable.
"Boss, phone."
He took it and put it to his ear, and heard the person on the other side speak, "Aguilar, we cannot let Victor return to Tijuana alive. ”
“Do you, the CIA, want to kill him? ”
CIA? ! This word made a bodyguard standing next to him change his expression. He leaned over slightly and listened with his ears pricked up.
“We can help you, but we won’t do it.”
Aguilar obviously had a bad temper and couldn’t help but mocked, “You always like to hide behind and do the dirty work. , I want to be a bitch but I also want to be a douchi."
Who knew that the other person was not angry when he heard his insults, but said calmly, "Yes, you are right, but if you wait for Victor to reply. When we get to Tijuana, do you think there will still be peace in Chihuahua?”
Aguilar frowned, “What are you going to do?”
"His return flight is with American Airlines. When the time comes, just let the plane crash."
It's an understatement, but what about the other passengers on the plane?
Aguilar didn’t ask, and the CIA on the other end of the phone didn’t say anything. Obviously, for them, killing Victor was the top priority.
Others?
Have you ever seen the CIA care about civilians?
From the very beginning, this organization has had two words written all over its face: bastard!
They never choose right or wrong. That thing is the naivety of young people. For them, there are only success and failure.
“When?”
“The plane is at half past eight tomorrow morning.”
“The plane is expected to crash over the Pacific Ocean!”
"One more thing, come to the side and listen to me."
Aguilar's expression changed and he walked to the side. A confidant was scolded by him just as he was about to follow. "Stand, don't move!"
The other party had no choice but to stand slightly awkwardly.
"Say." Aguilar said as he found a shady place.
“There is a traitor among you. I don’t know who it is, but he is in contact with the Northern Army, and he is right next to you!”
He raised his head suddenly, looked at the confidant who was scolded by him, squinted his eyes, "Hidalgo Costilla!!"
The confidant's face changed suddenly!
……
(End of this chapter)