Chapter 287 Casare: If the boss is not happy, I will not be happy. If I am not happy, you still want to be happy?
Victor is really "unjustly accused", who has he offended!
Isn’t it about prohibiting drugs?
Why do so many people want to take their own lives?
Drawing the sword and looking around at a loss, I felt like I was the only one who was decent and lonely.
But obviously, troubles don't come one at a time, but in huge piles.
Tijuana Casare's calls came one after another. When he heard the boss's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God, boss, you're fine."
Victor could hear the vibrato in his voice, and was frightened. He raised his eyebrows. This news spread a bit fast. .
It's like a Yankee's zipper door. I always feel like someone is behind it, adding fuel to the fire.
The world is a treacherous vanity fair, and the same goes for being a human being. When you succeed, people will congratulate you from the front.
In a blink of an eye, he will be a stumbling block for you.
We are not afraid that our "friends" will have a bad life, but we are afraid that our friends will have a good life.
"Did something happen?" Victor asked in a gentle tone.
Casare lowered his voice, "Drug dealers gathered and thugs merged in Tijuana. There may be shadows of other intelligence organizations behind it."
Hearing this, Victor clicked his tongue twice, "Why do some people just care about eating but not fighting?"
Do foreigners give you a lot?
Have I, Victor, been bad to you?
Being a dog for others!
Drug dealer? Kill them all for you!
"There are many reporters still around..."
"I authorize you, Casare, there can be no chaos in Tijuana and no chaos in northern Mexico! Drug dealers? They should be buried in the ground!"
That is our king’s foundation! !
Fatty Ka immediately tensed up and heard the boss talking to himself or to him, "Tijuana's population is still too large."
A little broken man The city has a population of several million, and with its complex history and culture, there is no way you can control that many people.
There is a saying that it is easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it. You cannot satisfy everyone's thoughts and you cannot control their thoughts.
"The first thing to do is to maintain social stability. Just go ahead and do it. If I'm not here, you will be the acting governor of Mexico."
Casare suddenly became energetic.
"Understood! Boss, don't worry, I will keep your Mexico safe."
Look, you understand why Victor likes him so much, your Mexico, tsk tsk tsk, This is called a confidant, this is called a fellow-minded person.
It is more than a little bit better than Sankara's Compaore and Allende's Pinochet.
Casare hung up the phone with a ferocious expression on his face, "Order! The first regiment of the Army enters the town to suppress the rebellion, and the National Guard and police departments at all levels drive away the people."
"Mr. , there are many reporters nearby," the secretary said beside him.
"Pull them down and beat them together, and then put on the clothes of drug dealers. Also, implement communication controls and not allow any Internet and communication in Tijuana to contact the outside world!"
"Since If they want drugs to be released, I will tell them to be more careful in their next life!”
"Understood!"
As Casare's order was issued, more than 4,000 soldiers from the Army's First Regiment, who had long been unable to restrain themselves outside the city, marched into Tijuana!
As for this farce, it is actually some drug addicts who have escaped the purge and are looking for trouble everywhere. They are very mean at heart, how can they really go to work?
How can part-time work be as profitable as drug trafficking? !
At the entrance of the Anti-Drug Park Museum in Tijuana
There were many people gathering below, holding various slogans in their hands.
There are those who demand the release of family members in prison. Whose family has no one in prison?
If you are asked to relax a little bit, don’t strictly control drug trafficking, the things in the fields will not be sold!
Anyway, it is diverse, which fully illustrates the diversity of species.
And a man holding a big lama had eyes, was very thin, wore this short-sleeved shirt, and had a little curly hair. He was followed by two men. He raised his hands and said, "We are going to starve to death. We need to eat! Are drugs necessarily bad? Medicine needs them! ”
Some people below raised their hands to cater to them, and some who had been "coerced" into joining in the fun felt that something was wrong.
This slogan is becoming more and more abnormal!
The reporter below recorded this scene, wearing a vest to show that he was special. After all, Mexico was really the first country to use rocket launchers to deal with drug traffickers.
At this moment, the sound of engines and footsteps were heard, and the protestors turned their heads to look.
Pairs of police officers holding shields and wearing riot helmets and stab-proof suits rushed over, shouting slogans to disperse.
There are also loudspeakers playing: Lay down your weapons and surrender! ! !
"Don't panic! They can't do anything. The Governor's Mansion will not harm innocent people." The leader, the glasses man, saw that the people below were a little panicked and quickly reassured them.
The companion next to him quickly took out his mobile phone and prepared to shake someone, but the call could not be dialed at all. He was startled and nervously said to the next person, "Blocked! The signal is blocked!"
Huh? !
The elder brother who took the lead was originally calm and calm, but when he heard this, he immediately panicked.
When the police turned off the law enforcement recorder, they knew that the world had collapsed...
Those brotherly friendships, the lofty ideals and ambitions that are as strong as gold will be turned into smoke with the fall of the baton, and the harsh sound of the electric baton will be heard. Howling.
Three batons shatter the heroic dream.
"What should we do..." The leading brother's mouth and tongue were all tied up.
"Be careful!" Suddenly he heard someone shouting and he turned his head sharply.
I saw a waist-thick water column spraying directly over, knocking away several drug addicts holding "drug freedom".
Little Yakuza!
The thin ribs suddenly hit the sculpture, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled down the steps.
This was enough for him.
Unlucky, the spleen inside had to be broken.
Seeing that the leader was charged, someone below shouted, "The police are beating someone!!"
A stone hit the shield in the front row.
There are also people with malicious intentions among the troubled crowd.
They are all drug dealers themselves.
A strong man about 1.8 years old with tattoos on his arms wore a mask.
It’s not cool at all…you have to show your face when you go out to hang out.
The strong man rushed up, flew up and put his foot on the shield. There was someone behind the policeman, otherwise he would have been knocked away.
The strong man did not stand firm and sat down on the ground. At this moment, the shield array separated, and three policemen holding batons came out of it. One of them raised his baton and pointed it at his That's a slap on the forehead!
He knocked the strong man to the ground, and another police officer went up and kicked him on the head, pulled his hair, and dragged him back into the shield array like a dead dog.
The four or five reserve police officers inside punched and kicked the strong man!
Steel pipes, batons, and maces were swung at him vigorously.
It was so loud just now, so quiet now, and the teeth were knocked out.
If nothing unexpected happens in this life, I can only drink porridge.
"Don't hit me, I'm a reporter, a reporter!" A man in a vest shouted loudly in Spanish, pointing at his clothes and the camera.
"What did you say? Are you a drug dealer? Beat him up!" A police sergeant kicked him away, pulled his clothes and sat on him, beating him hard. His subordinates were holding batons. Spray pepper spray on those black marks nearby.
"We are...reporters!!"
"What! You are drug dealers!"
This group of policemen seemed to be collectively deaf, and they also went up to the reporters recording next to them, with cameras Smashed for you, man? I'll take off your clothes on the street and put you in drug dealer's clothes.
How to determine if it is the clothes of a drug dealer?
It says: Soyunnarcotraficante. (I am a drug dealer.)
This is for people in prison.
Human rights?
You are a fucking drug dealer, why are you talking to me about human rights? By the way, these clothes are sold in prison for 20 US dollars. The drug dealer has to pay for it himself. If he has no money, it will be deducted from his salary.
Facts have proved that these protestors deserve to be beaten. They have never thought that if Mexico does not have Victor, will there be a future? Can you still enjoy the beach and sun in Tijuana?
Sheet! Drug dealers will take your organs. The sit-ins and marches were obviously organized, because in addition to Tijuana, demonstrations broke out in several cities in the four northern provinces of Mexico.
A demonstration broke out in the northern city of Mexicali, Baja California, but before the police were dispatched, local residents chased them with iron bars and beat them.
"Fake Squid! Oppose Governor Victor? I will kill you!" A yellow man rode a motorcycle with a flag behind him that read: Long live Victor!
As soon as he twisted the accelerator, he crashed into the crowd of demonstrators, knocking three demonstrators away. Other thugs who reacted went up and beat him up, but Huang Mao was also fierce, riding a bicycle, Take a machete and chop from head to tail!
Whose general is this?
The most serious one is undoubtedly Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora state!
After the police arrived, the original demonstration turned into an act of violence against the police officers. There were also many unknown people wearing scarves, small schoolbags on their backs, and Molotov cocktails in their hands, and they threw them at the police. past.
There are people pouring diesel on the roofs of buildings on both sides of the street.
When this comes into contact with fire, it burns instantly!
In the subway, many innocent people were chased around with knives, and some even planted bombs to blow up the subway tracks!
And many people can tell at a glance that they are not natives of Mexico. Most of them look like faces from South America or other regions.
"Rampant! Rampant! Rampant!" Casare smashed the table and yelled loudly, "Has anyone been found to be up to something here?"
Augustine Pu, deputy director of the Information Bureau who stayed behind, Rewuqier nodded, "There are many backgrounds of foreign institutions, and we have now found the CIA."
"These stinky troublemakers are just trying to destroy our lives! Gentlemen, we are absolutely not allowed to continue to mess up. Go down, I allow the suppression troops to implement the firing policy!"
"Then...will there be heavy casualties?" Someone whispered below.
"Then turn on the furnace in the funeral parlor. If there are many people dead, just put them in. The general grants me all the power."
"Is there any problem?"
"No more ."
Casare pointed at the table, "All armed forces have entered the first level of combat readiness. Pull out those new recruits. It's time to let them participate in the mission."
"News. The bureau must pull out the mastermind behind this. If you still behave like this when the boss comes back, I will kill you and then commit suicide.”
Augustin Przeucir shuddered, holy shit, brother, do you want to be so cruel?
You committed suicide, why did you take me with you?
He raised his head and glanced at Casare. The other person's sinister look made him shudder a little, so he could only nod his head.
"The meeting is dismissed!"
After Casare left, several senior officials of the Information Bureau came over and asked Augustin Przeucil, "Director, what should we do?"
"What should I do? Either find someone to customize a coffin and wait for death, or overturn the whole north. I tell you, if the boss is not happy, I will not be happy. If I am not happy, do you still want to be happy? I When I die, I will take you with me.”
Augustin Przeucir pointed at them one by one and cursed them, and left angrily.
The subordinates looked at each other.
“Let’s do it, brothers, the director can really do it.”
…
night.
Mexico. Tijuana. Communications Building.
The lights are colorful and illuminate the surrounding area very brightly.
If it were in the past, many people would come out and stand here to look at the night view, which would be considered very beautiful.
But now…
The ground was covered with dirt, the trash cans were overturned, and there was a stench on the ground.
With more than 36 floors in total, this is considered a high-rise building in Mexico.
This belongs to Mexico's richest man, Carlos Slim, who controls the country's entertainment, media, communications, electricity, etc.
But Victor didn't touch him.
Why?
Behind him stood an American.
The Yankees don’t like Mexican land, but they like the economy. 95% of the money-making things in the country are in the hands of American companies.
In the box on the top floor at this time.
Very sexy!
There was a puff of smoke inside, and five enchanting women with different skins were dancing, not even a hair on their bodies.
There were several men sitting on the sofa. I don’t know if it was because of their beauty or the temperature.
"Now, that fat pig must be in a panic." A man in a white suit, holding a cigar in his mouth, looked arrogant, with his legs crossed and his fingers pointing wildly.
"He deserves it! Governor? Without the care of our CIA, he is nothing. If he gets rich in front of us, then his position will not be stable!"
Other people sitting next to him People can only smile.
“This is just the beginning. The southern guerrillas and drug traffickers will take advantage of this time to fight back against Sonora and Sinaloa, and our local employees will help.”
"In 20 days! We will be able to overthrow Victor's rule!"
"When the time comes, whoever our CIA says will be the one to take power!"
Several people sitting opposite him Their eyes lit up and they looked at each other, "Mr. Malcolm, if he falls, then these soldiers and wealth..."
"You help us, the CIA never disappoints..."
“When Victor dies, you, you, you will all be heroes!”
The CIA employee named Malcolm smiled.
Bang!
The door was kicked open. Jeff Bennett, the first section director of the Information Bureau, looked at them with his left hand in his pocket and a cigarette in his right hand. "Hey, where is the party? Are you going to believe it?" Does Jesus still believe in Victor?”
Malcolm froze when he saw his smile, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the other people talking secretly, and saw a businessman picking up the phone on the table. Hit him on the head!
He was knocked off his feet in one fell swoop!
"Damn it! Are you the one who wants to overthrow Victor? Let me tell you, I am a patriotic, bullshit CIA!" He shouted loudly, looking at Jeff Bennett, who had a smile on his face. , he suddenly became alert and hit harder.
The other businessmen looked at him in shock.
Holy shit, brother, didn’t you tell us that you were a rebel?
Are they still brothers?
What about making a fortune together?
Is that all you do?
“Throw them down.” Jeff Bennett glanced at the frightened woman huddled in the corner next to him, frowning, “How many times has the general said that you must be diligent and frugal, but you are still doing things like that? Luxury."
"Just leave the American behind."
The agents behind him rushed up and lifted up the businessmen and opened the window.
The group of people screamed, cried, and struggled constantly.
"I am a good citizen! I am loyal to General Victor!!!"
"I am a Mexican, I am a Mexican!"
The four people were thrown down one after another. .
It’s not high, just less than a hundred meters. If you’re lucky, it probably won’t be very bad.
Trapeze…
Report!
Jeff Bennett walked over and patted the frightened businessman. The businessman trembled and looked like he was about to cry.
"Don't worry, we will never attack our own people, you are very smart."
"Thank...Thank you, I am stupid, I just know one thing, it is right to follow the general."
Jeff Bennett nodded with satisfaction, looked down at Malcolm, and grinned.
"Chop off ten of his fingers. He laughed too loud just now!"
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(End of this chapter)