Chapter 317 Drug dealer cleanup plan! !
The Hague, Netherlands!
An office of the International Tribunal.
December 2, morning, 8:00.
The so-called "Victor Hearings" were held here.
Among the decades-old bureaucratic organizations, NMD is more active than anyone else in this matter.
Tai Ying spent a lot of money.
Main Casarena’s quotations are so ugly!
That is our queen, not some bitch!
Many royalists went to the streets to protest and march, demanding severe punishment for the treatment of Mexico!
Be presumptuous, we are an empire.
Although it is just an island now and the military base outside has been almost withdrawn, we still make an appointment! John! wild! ox!
The outside of the office was full of British people, holding flags and loudly protesting Victor's disrespect for the human rights of drug traffickers.
British representative Lawrence got out of the car, followed by his secretary, and he waved to the crowd.
"Mr. Lawrence! What is today's proposal? Will Britain send troops?" A female reporter relied on the rough waves to rush directly to the front, and the microphone was almost shoved into the other person's face.
"We are very, very unwilling to have a bloody conflict. This is not in our interests. However, we do not allow a devil to reappear. During World War II, Churchill led us to resist the evil Third Reich. Now, we still If you have the ability and responsibility to solve the problem of trampling on the bottom line of mankind, please wait and see!"
"Thank you!"
Lawrence held his suit very politely and nodded to the reporters. Walked into the court surrounded by people.
This time it is not open to the public...
It is an internal meeting.
When Lawrence walked in, the security guard at the door closed the door.
"Huh? Why did the security guard lock the door?" the attentive reporter couldn't help but beep in a low voice.
"Hey, what's the point here? Isn't it just locked? Americans call prostitutes during meetings." The colleague next to him said casually, lowering his head and looking at the material in the camera.
"Is this so..."
The reporter always felt that something was wrong.
There are already about a dozen people sitting in the third courtroom, led by Britain, flanked by Spain, as well as African countries such as Mali and Algeria, as well as countries ravaged by drugs such as Colombia and Guatemala.
When Lawrence came in, everyone stood up.
The British smiled and nodded, very satisfied with their attitude.
Look, although the situation between the Soviet Union and the United States was the same after World War II, Great Britain is still the Great Britain and can influence the world.
“Is everyone here?”
"Everyone is here."
Lawrence nodded, "OK, let's start today's..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the door slam. It was opened, and a dozen armed men poured in from the outside. One of them fired a submachine gun at two security guards.
! ! ! !
Lawrence suddenly felt something bad and quickly got under the table.
Those gunmen held their guns and fired directly!
Thunder, thunder, thunder...thud, thud, thud!
The bullets tore apart the documents on the table, and the representatives who could not dodge were beaten into pieces, and blood mist filled the entire room.
A militant wearing a skull hood kicked the table and dragged Lawrence out by his hair.
“Don’t…me…me.”
Have you ever seen an Uzi held against your head at close range?
Have you never seen it?
You can see it now.
The militant put his gun to Lawrence's head, pulled the trigger, and fired in a row...
His face was smashed!
"Did you film it?" the militant asked, hissing and turning his head.
A companion gestured OK with a camera.
“Give it to Mexicans, and 6 million U.S. dollars will be transferred to their household registrations in Southeast Asia.”
The “reward” issued by the Governor-General of Northern Mexico is 6 million. Naturally, someone will accept it. It's the International Court of Justice in The Hague. If you give money, the peacekeeping troops will do it for you.
The South African EO Company has had conflicts with peacekeeping forces in war zones. In this world, there are many people who will do anything for money.
In Africa, 20 US dollars is enough to kill an entire family. Isn’t that a lot?
The reporters outside had not dispersed yet. The reporter who just felt something was wrong with locking the door suddenly moved his ears, "Did you hear any sound?"
"Sound? What sound? Hoss, Why are you so suspicious? This is the International Court of Justice in The Hague. How can we still kill people? Hahaha..."
Before my companion's laughter could completely subside, he suddenly heard a violent crash, and then he saw An armored off-road vehicle was knocked out of it? ? ?
Motorcycles followed behind.
This group of people shot into the sky, and the sound of the gunshots shocked the surrounding protestors and reporters and ran away screaming...
The reporter named Hoss ran very fast, like Scud, towards the garbage nearby. Drill into the side of the barrel, lie down on the ground, pick up the camera, look through the gap, and press the shutter!
Click!
The news on the front page is here!
《Eruption! The trial chamber of the International Court of Justice in The Hague was attacked! 》
This headline instantly appeared in many leading newspapers and magazines in many countries.
Spain, Britain, Germany...
Hoss, the intern, became famous immediately. In his photos, the gang of "gangsters" wore skull masks and held Uzi submachine guns. , looks extremely sturdy!
What is even more unusual is that among many groups, this kind of mask has suddenly become popular.
Well...
It's just not serious.
When Casare heard this, he was "suddenly shocked" and wrote a letter of condolence and sent it to London overnight.
With his vulgar words and debauched behavior, he is worthy of being Victor’s loyal lackey.
But Mexico is currently not "affected" by this incident. They have bigger things to do.
Cleanup Plan 1.0!
The northern state is on killing mode!
Baja California Sur.
Kensel Mine.
There were originally about 4,000 drug dealers here. Because of the extremely harsh environment, at least more than half died of hunger and illness.
And today the other half...
Be gathered together.
There is a foul smell in the air.
"You don't clean up at all? It really stinks!" Santos put on gloves, covered his nose, and frowned, his tone full of disgust.
Look at his rank... Lieutenant!
This guy showed amazing courage and ability in the "Mexicali Confrontation", plus he has a backer behind him, it would be strange if he didn't get promoted.
It won't be long before he becomes a captain.
Now Santos’ position is not with the 223rd Regiment of the National Guard, but with a newly established department, the “Drug Dealer Cleanup Department.”
The minister is an upstart named Heinri Hi Luipold!
Hearing what Santos said, the mine director next to him trembled, his pupils froze, and he whispered, "How about we clean it all up!"
Santos looked at it Those drug dealers have disgust and disgust in their eyes!
"Just wash it if it's dirty." He said softly, and glanced at the little boy Canpost next to him. He said that this guy was also transferred to the cleaning department.
The latter met Santos's eyes, nodded vigorously, trotted onto a water cannon truck, patted the door, waved his hand, signaling to launch!
There is a skull painted on the back of the water cannon truck!
The Northern Army sitting inside responded, turned on the device, pointed the huge muzzle at the crowd, and pressed the button!
Phew!
A jet of water sprayed over.
It’s just...why does this look wrong?
The water column rushed to the front of a dozen drug dealers. They were knocked away by the huge shock wave and lay on the ground screaming and roaring!
The skin burned As he stood, his entire face and body began to fester.
"Sulfuric acid! This is sulfuric acid!!" Well-informed drug dealers shouted in horror. They had also experienced this, soaking their opponents in sulfuric acid water and watching them howl.
But when the target suddenly became me, I felt a little at a loss for a while.
The drug dealers ran around in panic.
But the Northern Army had already set up machine guns.
“Ahhh! You devils, devils!!”
"I don't want to die... I am very serious about reforming. I am a pacesetter in mining. Please, let me go, let me go!"
But the Northern Army turned a deaf ear and felt sour!
"Run! These devils want to kill us all! Run!" After someone shouted, thousands of people fled in all directions.
“Shoot!”
Bullets fired and heavy machine guns roared.
The drug dealers who were defenseless were beaten to death, and rivers of blood flowed on the ground. The blood was mixed with sulfuric acid, giving it a strange... smell.
Santos took a deep breath, with a look of ecstasy on his face, "Sure enough, without drug dealers, the world would taste sweet."
The mine manager swallowed and sweat appeared on his forehead. .
He boasts that he is not a kind person, but Santos is more ruthless than him. No wonder he is the "son of the devil!"
This is the name many people give him, a kind of ridicule. But it gradually became a label.
"Where is the next place?"
Campost looked at his little notebook and said, "There are 15,000 people in the drug dealer concentration camp in Ensenada!"
Santos pulled off his gloves. , "What method do you think is better for the next one?"
The dog-headed military advisor Canpost flashed his eyes, "We can pour gasoline on them all, and then..."
"We can't let them It was too easy to die!”
"And if so many people are burned in one fire, Santos, you will definitely be the number one person in the Northern Army!"
Hmm...
You will also be on the wanted list a name.
But Santos obviously doesn't mind.
The general’s orders must be fulfilled even if it costs one’s life!
"It's just like you said." Santos squinted, "I can't wait to be praised."
Santos is just a microcosm...
On the first day of the cleanup plan, a total of 100,000 people were killed. He killed 130,000 drug dealers, killed 50,000 on the second day, and killed more than 180,000 on the third day!
It’s so miserable!
That scene…
Even within the Northern Army, there were people who whispered something.
Not to mention the people, but under the publicity of Goebbels's "propaganda department", the cleanup plan was beautified as a "light for humanity".
If we don’t kill these drug traffickers, Mexico’s anti-drug war will never see the light of day. Killing them will serve as a warning to others, how dare you still traffic drugs?
The effect is obvious.
It turns out that the drug circulation rate in the north is close to O!
On December 6, the Governor-General of Mexico issued a "One-week summary report of the cleanup plan."
"The Northern Army cleared 312,341 drug traffickers, and plans to clear 213,412 drug dealers in the remaining week. It will completely eliminate drug-related personnel in northern states and will never tolerate it. !”
Many reporters’ hands trembled when they heard Casare’s words.
310,000 people were killed in one week!
This…
The reporters could only express their "dissatisfaction" with the crackling sound of the shutter.
"The cleanup plan will continue to evolve. We will carry out activities not limited to assassinations and other activities against overseas drug dealers. Don't worry, our intelligence agency likes to kill whole families. We will drown their children in the swimming pool and throw their parents into Stove, tie their mistress to a bomb." Casare raised his head, looked at the camera, and smirked, "Don't worry, the world is so big, we will find you!"
He said wildly. Point to the camera.
This unruly look made the Golden Triangle tycoons, Golden Triangle drug dens, African leaf dealers and many people engaged in this industry feel as if their hearts were being tightly pulled, and their faces were ugly!
“These people are crazy!”
If you're a warlord in Mexico, can't you run drugs together? How wonderful it is for everyone to be happy together, you are noble, you are innocent, ah!
"Is there any problem now?" After Casare finished speaking, he looked at the reporter below and asked suddenly.
This made the reporters confused, but what followed was ecstasy!
In the past, Casare would leave as soon as he said it, but now he still has time to ask questions, which is a surprise!
The next second, everyone raised their hands, stretching their hands very straight, just like "competing for beauty" when facing the teacher's inquiry at school.
Casare clicked on a woman who looked very attractive.
“Hello, sir, I am Madonna, a reporter from the French newspaper Le Figaro. What I want to ask is that Mexico’s cleanup plan has seriously affected the world structure. The United Nations Human Rights Council will It has been designated as the highest level red incident, and more than 10 countries in Europe have announced the suspension of diplomatic relations with Mexico and the imposition of sanctions. What do you think? Thank you."
"Mexico does not need diplomatic partners who are sympathetic to drug traffickers, we do not need them. What is needed are warriors who will not give up in the face of drugs together, not cowards who will only surrender. If the Human Rights Council feels that they are uncomfortable with our behavior, then so be it. It doesn’t matter whether you are an adult or a child, male or female, old or young. Each person pays 2,000 US dollars. , there are about 400,000 prisoners, a total of 800 million U.S. dollars, if you want it, go and accept it!"
Casare said with a smile, "They won't be reluctant to give up the money, please give this to me! To convey the matter to them, we are willing to stop planning for a day.”
Don’t you like it?
Here you go, here you go.
They are all rubbish anyway.
This is an obvious conspiracy. Don’t you Europe and the United States claim to be symbols of human rights? Well, if you buy them, if you don’t buy them, then you are fake and you are deceiving yourself.
When you buy it, you will have a headache.
"Next." Casare pointed to a man wearing glasses.
"Britain and Spain proposed to send joint forces to Mexico to maintain stability..."
Before he finished speaking, Casare waved his hand impatiently, "Let them come! My bullets and my shotgun welcome them , I don’t like people who brag, I hope they can come out and fight like men.”
“Next one”.
Here Casare is fighting with a group of "dogs" in the office of the Governor's Palace.
Victor sat alone, unable to contain his smile.
He looked at the points on the Goldfinger panel.
“5.232 billion!!”
……
(End of this chapter)