Chapter 324 is still too urban!
Victor’s methods shocked the world!
Many countries have begun to call him "North American Tyrant", "Satan" and other names.
Even in a roadside survey in Malaysia, Victor was evaluated as: the closest man to a mustache since World War II!
The popularity value directly surpassed the "three major tyrants in Africa", namely Ugandan President Amin, Central African Emperor Bokassa and Zaire President Mobutu, becoming the only one!
Young people worship him and think he is a superhero, while those who have been cut off from the chain of interests are hiding in the darkness, constantly cursing him, with sullen faces and sinister eyes!
Watch him build a tall building, watch him entertain guests, and watch his building collapse! ! !
Victor is not only involved in drugs, but also organ replacement, human trafficking, and abduction. If caught, he will be beaten to death.
How can you let those rich people waiting to extend their lives wait?
If I can’t mess with you Victor, can’t I mess with your subordinates?
On January 13, Ludendorff, who was in Guadalajara at 10 a.m., was attacked by a gunman while inspecting a shopping mall. Fortunately, he was not hurt and the gunman was killed!
At the same time, Joseph Joffre also encountered a suicide attack in Juarez, killing 3 pedestrians and injuring 27 people on the roadside. He was not seriously injured.
And at eleven o'clock.
A special train enters the Mexico City train station.
A group of people have imposed martial law for a long time!
Everyone with an official position came here, and today the "imperial envoy" took office.
Always come and get to know each other.
Jason Bourne looked at Casare with a solemn expression, "I think it's better not to get out of the car and go directly to the National Palace?"
"Are you afraid that I will die here? ?" Casare smiled, his cheeks trembling as he smiled.
He smiles very kindly, but people outside don’t think so. His nickname is very straightforward: lackey!
Whoever is caught will be bitten!
Jason Bourne was silent for a moment, "It's just dangerous..."
"If I die here, millions of people in Mexico City will have to bury me with me, you know , The boss loves me alone.”
This is really unacceptable.
Let's put it this way, if Victor becomes emperor and looks for a lady in the house, Casare will have to be the one standing at the door.
If he died here...
Mexico City would be in ruins tomorrow.
“Let’s go, don’t keep the Mexican gentlemen waiting.” Cassara pulled on his suit and tie and got off the train.
Bah bang bang~
Everyone standing outside applauded, no matter whether they were there or not, the applause was thunderous!
Casare smiled and raised his hand slightly above his head, patting it slowly.
"Hello, sir, I am Vice President Urmit Raymond Haredi." A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over quickly, a little nervous.
Why are you so nervous, you ask?
Because he just took over.
As for the previous Vice President?
Because of Mr. Kwaukemot, he was taken directly to prison.
Basically everyone has changed.
"This is from the civil affairs department..."
"This is the intelligence department..."
Urmit Raymond Haredi helped Casare As the introductions continued, Fatty Ka had a smile on his face.
"Let's go to the National Palace first. The press conference has been prepared there and we are waiting for your speech."
Casare nodded and glanced at Jason Bourne next to him, who turned his head. With a wave of his hand, he saw four or five doors of the special train open, and tanks drove out from inside!
“Excuse me, I like to ride in my own car!”
Vice President Urmit Raymond Haredi’s expression suddenly froze and he sneered, “Sir, now ...Mexico City is very safe now."
"I'm afraid something will happen to me, but you are not safe," Casare said meaningfully.
After getting on the tank, we drove towards the National Palace.
In order to send him over, the Northern Army sent a battalion, and the battalion commander was Erich Manstein!
After he returned from overseas battlefields, he was directly promoted to battalion commander, rising two levels in the middle!
Rommel and Fedor von Bock entered the Northern Military Academy for further studies.
There are rumors that Victor intends to let Rommel serve as the commander of the newly established Marine Division.
From a battalion commander to a division commander...
Even the gossip is wild enough.
It took Patton, the so-called fierce general during World War II, four years to go from brigade commander to army group, and it only took Eisenhower four years to go from a colonel to a five-star general.
But that was during the war...
It can only be said that if you are favored by the powerful, even if you are a dog, you can still be an air marshal, right, King of Thailand.
Casare could feel the malice slowly coming from the roadside. Almost everyone looked at him with dissatisfaction, disgust, and hatred in their eyes.
"The land in the south still has not been blessed by the general's grace."
He said to Jason Bourne next to him, "People in big cities are like this, there will always be Look down on people from the north."
"So, the general sent you here," the latter said in a muffled voice.
Casare still waved his hand very modestly.
He is just the vanguard. What can 1,000 people do? At least one division must be sent from behind. Twenty thousand people sit here and can attack from above and below. The center is full of tactics and will definitely beat the drug dealers. The most important thing is that there are still It can radiate to several countries in Central America.
Aren’t you very close to drug dealers?
I am aiming my cannon directly at you!
RNMD, I have long been unhappy with you.
Are you worthy of me?
If you can't defeat the Yankees, you can't defeat the "eight wastes" of Central America?
As soon as the troops arrive, the people of Mexico City will become kind.
The convoy drove to the National Palace, and it was obvious that there were still ruins. The previous explosion was obviously very powerful.
When this tank came in, it obviously frightened the celebrities and reporters present. If I go, it won't... want to crush us to death, right?
But fortunately this did not happen.
Casare stood on the tank, refused the support of the soldiers below, sat on the turret, and motioned to the people below to give him the microphone.
"Hi! Ladies and gentlemen!"
Everyone fell silent and looked at him eagerly.
Casare patted the M-256 120mm tank gun and grinned, "Excuse me, can this make you shut up!"
Vice President Urmit· The expressions of Raymond Haredi and others are hard to look at.
"The general is very happy that you can cooperate, but you are doing one thing before others and another behind. The general is very dissatisfied. He asked me to tell you, don't be dissatisfied. The location of the National Palace, what the hell are you, do you deserve to sit there?!"
"Since ancient times, the one with the strongest troops and horses has gone first! If you don't have guns or cannons, just shut up!"
"And..."
Casare squinted his eyes, small His eyes glanced at them, "The intelligence department is in control of what you and those drug dealers are doing in private. Do you think there are no people from us over there?"
"What the general wants to know, you can forget it." He can know who he sleeps with at night and which hole he enters. He will tell you the ugly story first, so he won’t be dragged out and beaten to death, shouting about injustice.”
Casare sat up straight and said, "Okay, here we go, whoever wants to resign can leave now. Does anyone want to leave?"
Vice President Urmit Raymond Halley Di looked at the department spokesperson next to him, and everyone looked at him.
Dignity makes him want to step out now and tell the other party that they are human beings and politicians and need to be respected!
But the reality told him that if you leave, you will have nothing...
This foot really can’t get out.
What integrity and bottom line do you want politicians to have? There used to be an emperor who stipulated that if you want to be an official, you can only be a eunuch. Now I think no one will be an official. But facts have proved that as long as you can be an official, there is nothing to be ashamed of!
Power is far more important than anything else.
For example, Vice President Urmit Raymond Haredi, even though he is standing like a gangster now, almost scolded by Casare, but here, I am the loser.
What did you call me after you got out?
Shouldn't you call me sir?
So...
The only thing they did was silence, using silence to express their dissatisfaction.
"Hurry up and cut off any connections with those bastards in the south. I am a shallow-sighted person and a small-minded person. If you catch me, I will be angry."
"Understood. ”
The dignitaries below shouted hurriedly, "I understand."
“OK!”
Casare nodded with a smile, “From now on, I will appoint Rommel as the commander of the Mexico City Guard, with full responsibility for military and intelligence work, and all military organizations. It is under his jurisdiction, and he is also responsible for personnel transfers."
"Those who violate or refuse..."
"It is like treason!"
Casare didn't know about other places, but here in Mexico City, no one dared not listen to what he said. It turns out... this is power!
It’s so cool!
Woo! Boom boom boom! ! !
There was a sonic boom in the sky. Everyone raised their heads and saw 5 fighter jets flying in the sky. They could basically see them clearly, and they were going very fast!
The ears are ringing a little.
"F14 should belong to the Sonora Air Force Base." Jason Bourne said from under the tank, staring at the sky.
"The Northern Army has taken over Mr. Kwaukemot's blood feud! Now we have to see what those bastards of drug dealers and criminals can do against the heavenly soldiers!" Casare pointed. Sky said loudly.
“The Northern Army is victorious!”
Suddenly, Vice President Urmit Raymond Haredi raised his hands and shouted, and everyone around him looked confused. Looking at him forcefully.
Damn it, didn’t we agree to be cows and horses together? Why did you suddenly get involved?
You make us look stupid like this!
But after all, everyone has been in the political arena for many years, so they quickly raised their hands and said, "Wonderful victory!!!"
Casare looked at this scene with great satisfaction.
Look...
There are like-minded companions!
Five F14s carrying 30 "Phoenix" bombs made a long-distance attack on the seaport city of Cape Jerez in Tamaulipas. The main attack was a surprise. They received news that Gustavo, the leader of the Zapatista Theological Army, a terrorist organization in Mexico. He lived here with his three mistresses.
This man was originally a pastor who believed in liberation theology. He had a Bible in his left hand and an AK in his right hand. He led the Zapatista theological army to capture the state of Maulipas, and announced his independence from Mexican rule and the implementation of warlord rule!
Also the main perpetrator of the missile attack on Kwaukmot.
F14 went deep into the tiger's den. The Zapata Theological Army still had little information. It had no air defense radar at all and could not be detected. By the time it was discovered by the naked eye, it was no more than 20 kilometers away from the destination!
Isn’t this just a matter of kicking the accelerator?
Just bomb the target manor so indiscriminately that the NM won't recognize you anymore.
Hearing the noise, the Zapatista Theological Army pushed their anti-aircraft guns and began to bombard the sky indiscriminately. The gap in weapons made them unable to do anything and could only let the F14 rampage in the sky.
But fortunately, the leader Gustavo suddenly received the news ten minutes before the attack and went out. When he heard the explosion and hurried back, he only found his daughter's shoes in the ruins. and a necklace for his mistress.
"Ah!! Ah!!"
He clutched his chest and knelt on the ground. He couldn't bear the pain, and tears flowed down. All three of his mistresses were pregnant. In other words, this air strike directly blew away his roots!
"Boss, my condolences..." The younger brother next to him came over and said softly.
Anyway, the person who died was not a member of my family, so it’s harmless to say it lightly.
Gustavo knelt on the ground and squeezed the hot wasteland hard, his scarlet eyes revealing despair and madness!
"Victor ruined my family, I want Victor to die, I want him to die too!!!" He grabbed the shoulder of his henchman and shouted loudly.
"Boss...Victor, Victor seems to have no family." The younger brother said awkwardly.
Gustavo was startled. When he heard this, he didn't even mention it in one breath. He felt his eyes go dark, his whole body went soft, and he fell heavily to the ground amidst his younger brother's exclamation.
I fainted from anger.
“Boss! Boss!”
…
Tijuana. Inside the Governor’s Palace.
Victor is being briefed by the Drug Enforcement Administration.
“Drug cultivation in Mexico has been reduced by 65%! Because of our heavy blows, drug traffickers can only move plantations and laboratories to other locations. Central America has become a new drug-infested place. The United Nations’ anti-drug The agency’s staff in Central America confirmed that the number of drug addicts increased by 200% year-on-year at the same time last year, with more than 2 million people newly joining various drug-related organizations!”
“In addition to Central America, among them, The most serious one is Haiti, which also belongs to North America. The rule of Jean-Bertrand Aristide was overthrown. The newly appointed Raoul Cedras is the head of the military and he is also a senior drug trafficker. , he controlled the local gangs in the drug trade, forced more than 100,000 farmers to grow drugs for him, and publicly amended the constitution to make drugs legal!"
"He smuggled drugs into the United States to make money."
“It is said that he also trafficked people to the United States.”
Victor heard this and raised his head, "Haiti wants to be the leader?"
The first country where drugs are legal has appeared!
I have just become the Executive Director of the Narcotics Control Department, and you are doing this. Are you not giving me any face?
Victor is about to consider whether to send "troops" to Haiti. After all, drug control cannot rely on fists.
As a representative of "physical anti-drugs", Victor's dream is to make the world drug-free!
But... Haiti seems a bit far away.
Bang bang bang~
The knock on the door interrupted Victor's thoughts. He glanced at the Drug Enforcement Administration official, motioned him to put the documents down, and then shouted to come in.
I saw the secretary burst in with a nervous expression.
"General, Spanish warships have landed on our Reviagigedo Islands!"
Victor's eyes narrowed.
That’s interesting.
…
The Reviagigedo Islands, in the Pacific Ocean west of Mexico, belong to the state of Colima, with a total land area of 830 square kilometers (320 square miles), and are bounded by Socorro It consists of volcanic islands such as San Benedicto Island, Rocca Partida Island and Clarion Island.
Socorro is the largest among them, with a length of 39 kilometers and a width of 14 kilometers. The highest point is 1130 meters above sea level. Two warships flying the Spanish flag docked here, and hundreds of people disembarked from above.
A middle-aged man with the rank of brigadier general, surrounded by several officers, stood on a protruding rock and took a deep breath.
"The taste of the sea!" Rudy Fernandez said with a smile, with a relaxed look on his face, "The taste of hometown."
The officers next to him were very nervous, "General, this... Will this cause a reaction from Mexico? "
"But Mexico is originally Spanish! We just returned to our own land, and... I brought 300 soldiers to dig for me overnight. Trenches, as long as we are here, no one will let us go, power the country, ask for support!"
"What if the Mexicans ask?"
Rudy Fernandez glanced at the officer who spoke, "Our ship...is broken and we can't move! We asked to rest here. Does Victor want us to swim back? When support arrives, they want us to leave. We I’m not leaving yet.”
Although this is a bad idea, it’s still an excuse.
In 1859, Britain declared war with the United States, and the excuse for the war was simply that "Americans killed a British pig."
So, don’t be surprised.
The strange thing is, where do the Spaniards have the confidence to think that Victor is a good talker?
It seems that Franco's iron fist still hasn't taught them what humility means.
The main reason is that it is too urban.
……
(End of this chapter)