Chapter 292 The world is turbid, Victor seeks justice!
The relationship between Victor and the Vatican Church itself is very bad.
Especially during the "War on Top" caused by Zambada, the Mexican Cardinal once came to him to beg for mercy, but Victor turned him back.
These sectarians themselves are petty, and this is what they said about the Northern Governor in their report to the Pope in the Vatican.
“This is a person with an extreme lack of faith. He disrespects God very much. In the Middle Ages, he should have been burned to death!”
On the contrary, Pope John Paul II hoped to exercise restraint at the meeting and not conflict with the local authorities, but this pope who is committed to resolving conflicts is too old...
He can't suppress some of the grassroots below. The staff was furious.
At this time, Mexico's "New Federal Act" caused a lot of dissatisfaction after it came out that it had provisions on religion!
Among them, Hadrian VII, the false pope in Washington, USA, directly scolded Victor as a traitor at the rally.
Request all countries that believe in Christianity to organize an expedition!
Destroy this godless regime.
Oh, what the false pope means is... he is self-proclaimed. Hadrian VII was originally a hot dog vendor. One day he suddenly said that he had the attention of God and that he could make lame people Getting better can help blind people see again, and people with brain tumors can regain their health.
Hi...
There is still a market for this kind of remarks, and it has gathered many believers, including many celebrities and high-level people.
Proclaimed himself Hadrian VII!
The Vatican has protested many times, that is, the tribunal cannot take on the big task now, otherwise I will let you know what "Paladin's Puff" is.
"Believers!"
"Go and assassinate Victor, go and kill him. God's faith should not be constrained by the world, return your faith to God! Hallelujah!" Hader Leo VII stood on the stage with his fist raised and preaching violence.
Hundreds of believers below raised their hands and cheered, "Kill Victor!!"
The news spread back to Mexico.
Casare immediately stared, "Huh?"
"Those who drafted X, believe in God or Victor, let them choose!" He was very angry and the consequences were serious. In the military council, he proposed "Strict management of religious meetings."
Request...
Close all churches in northern Mexico and require them to seek approval from the Governor's Palace within ten days. Otherwise, they will not be allowed to open.
"What if there is trouble?" the secretary said worriedly.
After all, Mexico is one of the Christian dioceses.
Casare didn't even raise his head, "Then let them be martyred!"
"The whole city is on alert!"
"Understood." The secretary nodded.
Historically known as the "Mexican War of Faith" begins!
Guadalupe Island.
There is a Church of Our Lady here.
Early in the morning, Santos, a loyal lackey and extremist who worships personality, led a group of little brothers to block the door of the church.
"Santos, you were also baptized here, are you going to watch the church being shut down?" A nun opened her arms and yelled loudly.
"Sister Stina, please get out of the way. That Hadrian VII openly assassinated the general. This is intolerable."
"Yes, get out of the way, don't force me to hit women!" the people nearby said, waving their fists.
This is Guadalupe Island.
In the world of pirates, this place is "O'Hara", a lawless existence, and Victor is the god here.
This is his base. If Victor is really overthrown one day, he only needs to return to Guadalupe Island and cheer up.
Another army of tens of thousands is about to be armed.
Seeing their menacing looks, Sister Stina's face turned pale and her body was trembling.
"Okay, get out of the way, Stina." A weak voice came from behind. The nun turned her head and saw the sick priest standing behind her. She opened her mouth and finally lowered her head. .
"Notre Dame will apply to the Governor's Palace, but I hope you will not destroy the church during this period, cough cough cough..."
Santos looked at the old priest and sounded the other party's objection to melon. Due to the contribution of the people of Dalupe Island, his tone softened slightly, "Don't worry, Pastor Gustave, I promise you."
The other party smiled and touched his head.
Santos actually had an idea in his mind that the pope in the Vatican was of no use at all and was so hostile. It would be better if General Victor could support Pastor Gustav as the pope.
But...
The Vatican is said to be in Rome, is it going to attack Italy?
Santos shook his head to get rid of this currently unrealistic idea, waved his hand and said, "Seal the church!"
Next to him was Campos, the Santos brother and the top horse boy. Te took the seal and went up.
This Notre Dame cathedral that has been on Guadalupe Island for nearly 60 years is temporarily closed!
Sister Stina wiped her tears.
Then Pastor Gustav looked at the seal with the official seal and sighed.
Jesus also had to enter X, otherwise it would be illegal.
Of course, there are "empathetic" types, and there are also "resistance to the death" types!
In Latin America, pastors are relatively tough. For example, the Zapatista National Theological Army, which is currently running across southern Mexico, is said to have defeated the government troops in succession.
And the Cathedral of San Felipe in Baja California.
Relying on the terrain, some 20 believers began to resist, ambushed 4 policemen, and beat them to death!
Also shouting: This place belongs to God!
“No! This place belongs to Victor!”
Maintaining stability requires a list, while counter-terrorism is the coordinate.
The National Guard stationed in the local area directly dispatched, with artillery fire, without giving you a chance to explain.
One shot knocked down the cross above, and half of the church was gone. The believers lying on it fell down and vomited blood on the ground.
Shit...
Seeing this situation, some wavering believers quickly raised the white flag.
God so loves the world...
The caliber of a cannon does not love me.
In less than half an hour, the clamoring priest was dragged in front of the captain leading the team.
"Do you believe in Jesus or Victor now?" the captain looked at him and asked.
The pastor had obviously been beaten, and his face was covered in blood. He raised his head, but he didn’t know where he got the strength to raise his hands, "Faith is not sinful!"
The captain nodded, "I like your humor, pull him down and burn him to death!"
"Huh?" The pastor was startled. When the soldiers next to him came up to drag him away, he finally panicked, "Wait! Wait! Wait. Wait! ”
I’ll just pretend to be X!
You want to burn me to death?
What era is it? This is not the Middle Ages.
"I believe in Victor, I believe in Victor!!!" the priest cried and rolled on the ground.
He doesn’t want to die.
The captain looked at the liquid seeping out of his robe with disdain on his face, and had no intention of continuing the fun.
Pull the bolt and shoot him in the head.
"Sir, something was found!" At this moment, a soldier ran over and said with hesitation in his eyes, "Drugs were found in the basement of the church."
The captain's hand that was pulling the trigger was stuck, "Drugs?!"
"Yes, the basement is full, at least hundreds of kilograms."
The captain's eyes were bright. Yes, this is a credit. It’s a few hundred kilograms. You wouldn’t even have to be reincarnated in Mexico. It’s impossible to let you go to kindergarten anyway.
“Let’s go, lead the way!”
The soldier led the officer into the church. In the basement, he saw mountains of drugs, with their sources marked on them.
Colombia, Guatemala and more.
"Bring the priest up!" the captain shouted.
When the pastor was dragged over, his legs were still weak and he was chanting, "I believe in Victor, I believe!"
"Victor doesn't need believers who take drugs."
“Where did these things come from?” the captain asked, pointing to the drugs.
When the pastor saw that his "private goods" were discovered, he immediately panicked and lowered his head without saying anything.
“It seems that God also wants to take drugs. If you don’t say it, someone will tell you, come on, move all the drugs away and burn down the church!”
“ It’s disgusting to keep such a drug-addled church.”
The soldiers who heard the order burned this centuries-old church to the ground!
Over the past hundred years, this church has been filled with filth and disgusting people, but this is definitely not the only one.
The captain looked at the blazing fire with a fierce glint in his eyes.
Victor's soldiers...are sworn in with drugs!
Many believers in the north are very dissatisfied, really, very, very dissatisfied!
But...
I dare not go to the street.
The blood of the drug dealers and thugs who had rioted on the ground has not yet dried up, and the fishy smell in the air has not yet dissipated.
We protest!
But we don’t have to go to the streets to protest. I cursed Victor in my heart.
Too many people were killed in the past few days. Almost every household was in mourning and white. However, many people were released.
When Casare realized something was wrong.
In just two days, more than 30 churches were burned in northern Mexico, and a total of 1,127 churches were closed.
But also, more than 14 tons of drugs were received from these churches, as well as 1,211 weapons, and...three bills.
It says: Human body trafficking, women trafficking, drug smuggling and other businesses!
This involves many countries and Vatican sects!
Even…
It also writes about the special habits of some high-ranking officials.
Casare underestimated human nature and the sense of justice of his soldiers.
Hurry and demand that the lives of religious personnel are not allowed to be harmed without serious resistance
But more than 200 people still lost their lives, beaten to death on the spot by angry soldiers!
Sanctimonious bitch!
They should all be chucked.
Not paying taxes is illegal!
There is no room for evil under the general's nose.
If Casare hadn't stopped them, all these priests would have died!
"Excessive violence is a beast that cannot be controlled at all!" Casare rubbed his temples for a little pain and muttered to himself.
He was very cautious as an acting governor, but he still caused such a mess, which was a big headache.
“Mexican sects protested to us and demanded severe punishment of the murderers.”
“10 countries including Italy, the United States, Germany, and Spain sent diplomatic letters!”
“Chiapa The Zapatista National Theological Army in Sri Lanka branded us as a terrorist organization.”
The secretary read out names one by one.
"Enough, enough!" Casare stretched out his hand to signal her to stop talking.
The secretary placed a stack of protest papers in his hand on the table. "I think it's best to inform the general about this..." she whispered.
You have to call someone who can handle the matter!
Anyway, the general has done a lot of shit, so he is not afraid of this. He has already been called a dictator.
Casare frowned, feeling that things were a little out of his control, so he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“Boss, I’m in trouble.”
…
“Boss, I’m in trouble.” Victor received the first words from Casare in Vienna: Startled, he smiled and said, "What's wrong?"
Casare told the story very regretfully. He was originally going to get scolded, but Victor just said "Oh" and then said, "I know."
"Boss..."
"Your deeds are very famous in Europe. People scold you every day on TV." Victor looked at a senior religious official wearing a "little melon hat" on TV "Swearing" on it...
Of course the curse was not on Casare, but on Victor. After all, he was the head of the Governor's Palace.
"Sooner or later he will go to hell!"
Hearing the other party's "vicious" curse, Victor almost wanted to laugh, with an out-of-print copy of "Mein Kampf" on his lap.
Holding the microphone in his hand, "The religion in Mexico is too loose. We need our own sect. What do you think?"
Casare on the opposite side was startled and was not sure and said, "Boss, What do you mean..."
"I think the current purpose is not suitable for us. We should set up a new one like the United Kingdom. Religion, let the Mexican sect break away from the constraints of the Holy See!"
"I should be king in Tijuana!"
Casare's eyes widened immediately, and now he also He is not considered illiterate, especially after serving as mayor of several places, he has become more and more knowledgeable about culture and has seen a lot of British fortune history.
The British royal family is actually the leader of the Church of England. She is a real marshal of the sea, land and air force and a part-time magic stick.
And it is hereditary.
Casare is no longer Wu Xia Amon. He suddenly thought, has the boss been "waiting" for this day for a long time?
Deliberately causing the religious reform by your own hands?
If one day, the boss really has a descendant, then this child will be a natural leader...
This would at least maintain his family's rule for more than a hundred years.
Hiss...
He is not really planning to create a hereditary replacement, Mexico has not had an emperor for a long time.
Casare thinks a little too much.
However, this head is really easy to use. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Anyway, all orders are being re-established now, so it is just right to retrieve eggs from the fire.
"Casare..." Victor on the other end shouted softly.
Ca Fatty quickly came to his senses, "I think you are right, boss! The heretics in the Holy See have been free and unrestrained for too long. The God they believe in is stupid. They should let the Mexicans reshape it." God!"
"Maybe...Jesus is Mexican?"
Victor laughed when he heard this. He just wanted to branch out. It's better for you. You want to Their old roots were dug up.
The Vatican will launch a crusade tomorrow. Although it is useless, you will make them lose their "underwear" for thousands of years.
Victor couldn't let Casare do this. He set the tone, "Leave professional things to professionals. You go find some theologians and pastors. They know how to work out "miracles.""
"Don't be stingy with money. Jesus can be measured with 30 silver coins. There are always people willing to follow in the footsteps of Judas."
"Miracles..."
Casare's little head The melon started to collapse again, he understood!
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. Although those countries protested, there was no actual harm, so don't worry about them." After a few words of comfort, Victor allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
He is not vain at all.
Victoria is the number one baturu in Mexico.
He is not the Kennedy next door. He is a tough guy who came from the private sector. When he was faced with a wolf in front and a tiger in the back on Guadalupe Island, he was surrounded by the Tijuana drug cartel. One day and one night.
He was not even afraid.
Is he still afraid of today’s European little red guys?
He laughed at the fact that Italy has no seeds, France has no men, Germany has no courage, Britain has no eggs, and other countries?
It’s ridiculous, you old American lackey, bah!
Crusader?
I will have my sculpture moved into the Vatican tomorrow!
Run out
Victor held the book in his hand and squeezed it hard with his fingers, and when he was lost in thought,
Jason Bourne ran over, "Sir, the Austrian official is here. "
Victor raised his chin slightly, "Please come in."
Captain Jason held down the headset on his chest and asked him to let it in.
Four or five people came, and the leader was a man wearing a red tie. He walked with a lot of aura.
"Governor Victor!"
"Hello." Victor stood up and stretched out his hand to shake his hand.
The visitor looked solemn, "On behalf of the Austrian government, I protest against what is happening in your country. You are not welcome in Vienna. This is a signed order, please leave Austria within three days."
Victor looked at him and then at the letter in his hand, "Is this an expulsion?"
The other party was immediately confused.
"This is just a protest against what happened in northern Mexico!" The visitor still dared not talk about expulsion.
These two words are too strong, Victor is a man of the hour now.
Expelling him and asking him to leave are two different things, although neither looks good in terms of face.
Mainly because he was too trouble-making, the family of the reporter who was beaten brought people to the police station and the court every day to demand that Victor be sentenced.
Made them very passive.
Some senior Austrian officials hoped that Victor could pay to compensate the reporter.
The Governor of Mexico directly donated 6 million to the United Nations Children's Aid Agency, but he refused to compensate the reporter.
If he keeps doing this, he will go sit at Mustache’s former residence next time.
Go away quickly, leave quickly.
Victor nodded, "I understand, my guards and my special plane will arrive tonight."
The other party felt relieved and left directly.
"Austrians are not enthusiastic at all." Jason Bourne stood by to defend him.
Victor smiled and said, "If people don't welcome you, you have to be smart."
"Let people prepare. Let's prepare to go back. When the time comes, let the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency send a long-term resident." Austrian Commissioner"
"Who do you think we should send?"
Victor squinted his eyes, and names began to flash in his mind.
"Joachim Ribbentrop, the warden of Hermosillo Prison, performed very well. I admired his behavior and transferred him to the position of commissioner."
That With so many people dying in prison, it was impossible for Victor not to know about it. George Smiley from the Thirteenth Taibo had already reported it.
Internal evaluation: An extremely cold-blooded person with some mysophobia.
But Victor admired Joachim Ribbentrop's style.
He likes people like this.
Jason Bourne responded, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that that guy was lucky enough to be spotted by the general, so just wait for him to ascend like a rocket!
…
Casare, who hung up the phone over there, quickly acted.
We found several theologians, priests and nuns to form a secret society with a very bold name.
"The Divine Plan! (God-Becoming Plan)!"
In order to ensure their loyalty, they were all joined and enjoyed the benefits of civil servants in the Northern Governor's Mansion, and their salaries were also high. The least one earned 80,000 yuan a year. US dollars.
And also provide jobs and schools for their families.
To put it nicely, it’s a provision, but to put it worst, isn’t it a hostage?
"The Divine Plan! (God Plan)!" If it is leaked, everyone will die!
I have to say that if the money is in place, everything will be taken care of for you.
October 7, 12:21 pm.
Mexico Cathedral!
Located on the north side of Zocalo Plaza in Mexico City, it was built in 1573 and was only officially completed after 1823. It took more than 200 years and is the longest in the history of architecture in America.
Thursday…
It's choir day, where people sing hymns and praises all night long.
Because of the incident in the north, there were many people praying overnight tonight, more than two hundred people.
A little girl with braids yawned and lay in her mother's arms. Her eyes were fighting up and down. She looked around, hoping to distract herself.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she pointed at the Virgin in the church, and said in a milky voice, "Mom, the Virgin is bleeding."
The woman who was singing was startled, thinking it was The daughter was joking, but she still raised her head, and her pupils suddenly shrank, "Ah!!!"
He screamed instantly.
Interrupting everyone's rhythm, they all frowned and looked at him.
"The Holy Mother...The Holy Mother shed tears of blood!!"
She screamed and pointed at the huge sculpture. These words frightened everyone, and the priest standing below also quickly raised his head. .
Sure enough!
I saw two lines of blood and tears oozing out from the Virgin's eyes.
The pastor's face turned pale, damn!
I fucking believe you, but that doesn’t mean you can show up. I’m not afraid, right?
The priest on duty ran out in panic and panic, shouting, "It's not good! It's not good!"
The believers were also trembling a little and ran outside. .
Who dares to stay here this late at night?
About 20 minutes later, a group of religious personnel wearing clerical uniforms walked in. The leader was the red archbishop, holding a Bible in his hand.
The believers and personnel on duty behind him were trembling.
“OMG!!” Someone behind him exclaimed.
They all raised their heads, and sure enough they saw two lines of blood and tears. Several monks who had ghosts in their hearts immediately knelt down.
In Mexico, religion itself is a place of filth and evil.
"Look, this...this seems to be spelling out words." I don't know who shouted from behind.
The red archbishop who took the lead raised his head and saw the blood and tears slowly gathering together, as if they really formed a sentence.
His pupils shrank and his mouth was half-opened. All the religious personnel looked frightened.
Just look at what is written on it with blood and tears: Victor Carlos Vieri - Holy Spirit, Son, Father.
! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)