Chapter 320 Give Americans some strength!
Pex Acosta’s death was just an ordinary robbery!
Then he was shot to death by the clerk, that’s all!
At most, it is mentioned casually in the news.
At this time, the United States was not crazy enough to "memorize" a refugee who was in trouble with the law.
Everyone originally thought that this incident would just go away, but three days later, on December 27, a piece of news suddenly appeared in the most popular newspaper in San Diego.
"Mexican refugee died mysteriously, and his daughter was controlled by local criminal gangs! 》
The three words Mexico are like “TXL” in the nearest border city, and it immediately became a hot search.
It naturally attracted the attention of many people. This article downplayed Pecos Acosta’s “stealing” and instead emphasized that a hungry father wanted to find something to eat. To her devastated daughter.
Then…
He was shot to death!
Hey, it would be different if I didn’t write it this way.
The whole article portrays Pecos Acosta as a "gentleman". Later, "according to gossip", his daughter was controlled by the local gang, and the police department completely ignored it and allowed her to be kidnapped. Walk.
It is said that a Mexican discovered her at the entrance of an alley and gave her a dollar in good faith. As a result... she was dragged into a group beating in broad daylight by a group of people.
He kept shouting "Dad!"
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see something fishy when looking at these manuscripts.
But after all, this is not for locals in San Diego, but for Mexicans who have also encountered discrimination there.
Put it in for them, locals look down on “outsiders”.
Then, on the 28th, an article was published called "The mayor of San Diego made a public speech, hoping to expel Mexicans." 》
Put a blurry photo above that looks like a B-ultrasound, and make up a few random sentences. Oh my god, the Mexican refugee group is really going crazy!
On the third day after the "bullet" flew, that is, in the early morning of the 30th, more than 20 Mexicans formed a team to protest in front of the convenience store!
But there were conflicts with the police during the process. Seven people were arrested and one was sent to the hospital.
This angered Mexicans even more. That afternoon, more than a hundred people marched holding signs while confronting the police.
A young man in his 20s suddenly became violent, took out a pistol from his arms, and shot the San Diego police chief three times!
And chanted, "Mexican lives matter!!!"
Other Mexicans: Shocked!
We were just protesting, not so violent. The San Diego police reacted like angry bulls and started to fight back!
Taking out guns and shooting each other directly!
The Mexicans in the center of the firefight were completely unable to react and fell to the ground one after another.
When the follow-up police support arrived and suppressed them all, 37 people died!
It was also broadcast in full by local TV stations.
This is good, and it completely caused dissatisfaction and panic among the Mexicans.
You know, in the United States, the combat effectiveness of Mexican gangs and drug traffickers is very high. Of the thousands of homicides that occur in prisons every year, 35% are from Blood gangs and 38.5% are from Crips gangs. It was all done by Mexican gangs.
This group of people are unruly and do evil things. They are simply lawless.
In northern Mexico, that’s Victor’s world, you can call me, Daddy.
But in the United States, if you come out to hang out, what is your name? Big drug lord!
These people have no culture and are very loyal. They know that Americans bully their compatriots!
1991, January 1st!
Early morning!
New year, new atmosphere.
About 2:31.
While the 711 convenience store clerk was drowsy, three Mexican gangsters armed with Scorpion submachine guns stood at the door and started shooting inside!
Thud, tug, tug, tug…
The glass was shattered into pieces. The waitress inside was so frightened that she covered her ears and screamed. Another male waiter lay directly behind the counter and turned from the cashier. Take out the pistol from the cabinet and fight back!
How does your .38 caliber thing compare to a submachine gun?
Instead, this resistance aroused the anger of the gangsters. They rushed in and hit the screaming waitress on the head. The other two pulled out the male waiter who was ready to surrender after firing bullets.
In front of the camera, I used a knife to pull his neck cleanly!
When he heard the sound of the police car, he set fire to the convenience store and walked away.
This video was "leaked", and the inhumane behavior of Mexican gangs also aroused dissatisfaction among local people.
If you are not satisfied, then do it!
The dispute started with the gangs...
The local police department was a bit biased towards the American gangs, which made more Mexicans dissatisfied.
At 14:00 on the 1st.
Mexican refugees, drug dealers, speculators and other people with complex identities gathered together and took to the streets, raising slogans of resistance!
Require 711 convenience store to compensate the deceased!
The number of people slowly grew larger and larger.
1,000 people…
2,000 people…
When we finally arrived at Central Street, the population exceeded 70,000!
The northern spy hiding inside wore a mask and held a Molotov cocktail and threw it into the shop along the side!
The dispute begins!
The San Diego riots begin.
The Mexican intelligence agency, which controlled everything behind the scenes, got the news immediately. Augustin Przeucil, director of the Foreign Military Intelligence Service, rushed to Victor's office with the intelligence.
When the employees on the road saw him, they all said hello to him. He had no time to respond, and he walked very fast.
"What's going on? Why is Mr. Augustine so anxious?" a thin-faced employee muttered.
"I don't know either, but my intuition tells me that the United States should have bombed." The colleague standing next to him said firmly.
"How do you know?"
"Intuition!"
The former looked at him in surprise. Although I don't understand, he looks so awesome.
Augustin Przeucir stood at the door of the office, adjusted himself, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
He pushed the door in and said very quickly, "General, there is a large-scale riot in San Diego!"
When Victor heard the news, he raised his eyebrows and looked at He stretched out his hand, and Augustin Przeucir quickly handed over the information.
“It’s so comfortable!”
After reading it, Victor couldn’t help laughing and leaned back, “This is indeed a beautiful scenery.”
"Should we get involved again?" He smelled it cautiously.
“Of course!”
Victor said confidently, “The Yankees are trying every possible means to drive me away. I am a bit petty and very vindictive.”
“ Send some weapons and ammunition to fight against a hegemonic country like the United States. We should be more ruthless than him. We should find a way to tell our people and encourage those drug traffickers and refugees to attack their important posts. It is best to... bring the local financial system and The public security system is paralyzed!”
“Also, in addition to San Diego, we must also incite in other places, and the human wave tactics will become a vast ocean. If Bush has the courage, he will throw them in the country. Bomb!”
Victor's laughter shook the roof in the office.
The cunning Augustin Przeucil immediately had a better idea when he heard his words, "General, I don't think we should let Mexicans fight alone. The United States is a hodgepodge. We should put other A few tribes were involved. "Especially the black people, they have no brains at all, they prefer direct violence and never consider the consequences."
Victor looked at him subconsciously. Leaning forward, the two of them looked like "villains" working together.
"Martin Luther King had a son..."
Got it!
Victor immediately understood what it meant. Dr. Martin Luther King was killed by a racist, but in fact the CIA also had a hand in it. Hoover even had someone send a A letter containing insulting language threatening Martin Luther King to commit suicide.
Although more than 20 years have passed since this incident, it still has a great influence on the black community, and triggered riots across the United States after his death.
What will happen if his son, the new black leader, is killed by "racists" again at this time?
“Can it lead to the CIA?”
"Then we have to activate our chess piece, but if it is activated, we have to recall him." Augustin Przeucir said.
Victor picked up the cigarette on the table and handed it to the other party. Augustine was startled and quickly took it with both hands.
How can you make progress if you don’t smoke when your boss hands you cigarettes?
If Casare were here, he could show you what seven-hole smoking is.
"Then use it. Our family is not as rich as Lao Mei, but don't be stingy when you need it. Americans want to be bitches, so we can't be gentlemen. Only by being more ruthless than them can we be It's in our interest." Victor put a hand on Augustin Przeucir's shoulder.
"We have only one way out, and that is victory, understand?"
"Victory!" Augustine nodded vigorously.
"Go ahead, let go and do it. No one will do anything to you before I die."
This sentence is an understatement, but it made Augustin Przew Qi Er feels much more at ease.
What are the intelligence officers afraid of?
Afraid of being thrown out as a scapegoat.
Isn’t this what Americans do all the time?
Augustin Przeucir raised his hand in salute and left the office.
You Yankee bastards, let me give you a taste of Wang Yang’s tactics!
Victor picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and squinted, "It tastes good."
…
San Diego is a mess!
There were overturned trash cans on the ground, attracting mosquitoes, and a foul smell filled the air.
On Central Street, American police officers wearing anti-riot suits and helmets looked around with vigilance. There were still traces of flames burning on the surrounding walls.
And opposite them.
A young man had a cigarette in his mouth, a schoolbag on his back, and a flag on his shoulder. It read: Mexicans demand equality, and our lives matter!
San Diego City Hall.
A group of people are discussing the next plan.
The American system is very "interesting". As long as you agree with something, others will naturally jump out to oppose it. This gives Mayor Pierluigi Cartwright a headache.
Looking at the lively noise below, he knocked on the table, but no one paid attention to him. Finally, he knocked on the table angrily, "That's enough!"
Everyone suddenly became quiet. You looked at me and I looked at you, talking back to each other, but they still sat down in a dignified manner.
Pierluigi Cartwright had a dark face and was about to speak.
Boom!
Suddenly there was a loud noise!
Deafening.
Right in the city hall!
Immediately afterwards, rapid gunshots and curses rang out from downstairs.
The expressions of Pierluigi Cartwright and others suddenly changed, and they saw the acting police chief running in anxiously, "Sir, don't go downstairs yet!"
"What happened? "
"A dozen rioters drove into the city hall, threw incendiary bombs and detonation bombs inside, and exchanged gunfire with the police..."
So fierce? !
Pierluigi Cartwright frowned. He smelled the growing tension in the air. He decisively issued an order, "Implement military control. I'm going to apply to the governor for the National Guard. "
"This won't work..." One of the opponents subconsciously objected, but before he could finish his words, a cup hit him on the head.
"Shut up! You bastard, if you talk too much nonsense, I will punch you to death!" Pierluigi Cartwright roared angrily.
When he got angry, everyone became quiet.
It's not that he has high prestige, but... he was the California 95kg free fighting champion before. To a large extent, the shock of his muscles and fists is stronger.
"If anyone holds you back, even if I don't become the mayor, I will kill him!" Pierluigi Cartwright looked at them ferociously.
"Do you understand?"
"I understand..." scattered people answered.
“Louder, bastard!”
"Got it!!"
Mayor Pierluigi Cartwright's expression softened slightly and he snorted coldly. These cheap guys really thought they were vegetarians.
As he was about to leave the conference room with a gloomy face, he saw the secretary walking in in a hurry. Seeing their messy steps, Pierluigi was trembling a little, always feeling that something was wrong. Things happen.
Sure enough!
"Mr. Mayor, a large-scale demonstration broke out in the black community."
"Fake! What happened to them?"
The Mexican riots actually did not affect other ethnic groups. The main reason was that Pierluigi Cartwright called the Asian community and the black community to come over and talk. , tell them not to cause trouble.
Everyone promised well, but now...
"Martin III was killed." The secretary asked in a deep voice.
"Who? Who is that?" Pierluigi Cartwright asked with a frown, but he always felt that the name was familiar.
"His father is Martin Luther King."
The mayor felt weak in his legs.
"And..."
The secretary looked around, lowered his voice, and leaned next to his shoulder and said, "It was the CIA."
"What." Eluigi Cartwright raised his voice, feeling that his voice was too loud, and clenched his fists, "Are they fools?!"
Idiot, idiot, idiot!
After all this time, you still do this, you... are simply unimaginably stupid.
“Let’s go! Find Mr. Governor!”
He ran away in a hurry.
The others looked at each other, they were not deaf, they could hear.
America...is going to have civil unrest?
(End of this chapter)