Chapter 112 I, Victor, make sense when I make sense!

Chapter 112 I, Victor, make sense when I make sense!

Milia Miris Gorostita had a long dream.

She dreamed that her brother grabbed her hand, touched her head, and told her that she was going to a place far, far away.

"Then will you come back?"

"Wherever the light is, I will always be there."

"What defeats you is your despair of life. Live and live better!"

Milia suddenly felt that her brother was lying to her. She pulled her brother and cried to him not to leave, but he walked further and further away. She saw her parents and grandparents all smiling and waving to her.

"elder brother!"

Milia spit out a mouthful of water and slowly opened her eyes. She vaguely saw a figure, also wearing a uniform, with the same clear eyes. She murmured, "Brother."

"Wake up! Wake up!" the police officer next to him shouted happily.

"Recruit" Giancarlos breathed a long sigh of relief, took off his clothes and put them on for her, "Are you feeling better? Are you still cold?"

Milia's face was stained, and she looked at the adults in front of her. She was obviously a little nervous, but she still nodded, "Thank you."

She looked around and panicked, "Have you... seen my brother's clothes?"

The little girl almost cried.

"That was my brother's last piece of clothing. He had nothing to change when he got home at night."

Giancarlos half-squatted, his eyes slightly red when he heard these words. He had never met her brother, but when a child is so sensible and heart-wrenching, it can always touch the softest place in the heart of a person.

"Brother, do you know my brother?" Milia suddenly said, raising her head, her eyes were big and bright, she was well taken care of.

"Do you want to see him?"

Milia hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I think."

"Then let's go change clothes and bring your brother with you." Giancarlos touched her head.

Milia nodded happily, picked up the wooden basin and walked home with them.

The world of rich people is different, but the world of poor people is the same.

The smell of urine was everywhere, and rats as big as forearms could be seen running past. People who listened to the footsteps would stop and look left and right, which was very bold.

Milia and the others lived in a very remote corner, with rubbish piled outside, and at the door, a thin figure stood timidly, barefoot, wearing a short shirt, looking longingly into the distance. When he saw Milia, he ran over quickly and shouted in a sweet voice, "Sister."

"You're not good. Didn't I ask you to wait for me at home?" 9-year-old Milia is very much like an older sister.

The younger brother nodded, took out something in the shape of "dried meat" from his pants pocket, and prepared to bite it.

"You can't eat this." Giancarlos hurriedly stopped him, squatted down, took out the chocolate and handed it to him. The other person was obviously afraid of this stranger and hid behind Milia.

"He's timid."

Milia smiled and said, patting her brother on the head, "Get dressed, let's go find your brother."

elder brother!

When the little boy heard this, his eyes lit up and he ran into the house.

"Aren't you going to change clothes?"

Milia pulled up her skirt and smiled. Her eyes were beautiful, like crescent moons. They were really beautiful. "This is a gift my brother bought me. I like it very much."

Giancarlos looked at the other party's faded skirt and raised his head to prevent tears from flowing down. Girls actually like new clothes.

When the little brother ran out, he was wearing clothes that had been worn for an unknown period of time, and the cartoon dolls on them were a bit old.

"Let's go! Let's go see Brother You."

Giancarlos took them into the car and got on the Hummer for the first time. The two of them were very happy. The wind blew by their temples, and the innocence of children finally appeared on their faces.

But the Hummer turned a street, and Milia suddenly felt very uncomfortable in her heart. There was a faint sound of crying, like a hammer hitting her.

Getting closer.

She finally saw that it was an open-air mourning hall with dozens or even hundreds of coffins. Many people were lying on the ground, their eyes red from crying.

"Where...where is my brother??" Milia had a bad feeling in her heart, but she still raised her head and asked Giancarlos, who pursed his lips and led them to the deepest coffin.

Inside lay the second lieutenant, wearing his favorite military uniform and covered with a Mexican flag, with a peaceful face.

"Brother!" Milia trembled all over, tears streaming down her face.

At a young age, she already understood death, and Mexico made her endure it many times early on.

"Brother, get up, brother."

The younger brother next to him was also crying. He might not know the meaning of death, but he understood that he seemed to have lost the most important person.

In the mourning hall.

Milia cried loudly...

But the brother who loved her the most could never get up again.

Milia raised her head and cried, her tears falling into the coffin. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Giancarlos was afraid that the two of them would be hurt by crying, so he put his arms around them, "Your brother is watching you, you crybaby, you won't grow up."

Milia hugged his neck. She paused when she heard these words. She heard in her mind that when she fell, her knees were broken. She was crying at that time, and her brother told her the same thing.

"A crybaby never grows up."

Milia hugged Giancarlos tightly and bit her lip, but her shoulders were shaking.

"Brother, I am very obedient."

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“Vaquero mexicano”

This should be regarded as the most luxurious hotel in Mexicali. It is the property of the Tijuana drug cartel, and now...it should belong to Victor's "Hope" group.

The destruction of Tijuana brought a lot of "industry" to Victor. Mexicali has 7 hotels, 4 resorts, 171 shops, and 7 luxury homes, and there are countless others.

Think about how big Baja California is?

This strengthened Victor's idea of ​​seizing the entire original Tijuana territory, but now he did not have enough troops.

What?

Anyone want it?

Put your face over and let me see if your shoehorn is stuck to it.

The winner gets to share the cake.

It's like the world is a grass-stage troupe, but not everyone can be an actor on stage.

Victor's face (caliber) is still rough enough. He wants to entertain the families of the fallen soldiers and policemen here. No celebrity in Mexicali dares not to give him face.

Outside the hotel, there are luxury cars everywhere.

The director of a certain company has arrived, and so-and-so’s mistress has arrived.

The man is wearing a suit, looking like a gentleman, while the woman is wearing gold and silver, looking like a rich man.

Casare greets guests outside.

Victor was sitting in the main seat, smoking a cigar, and sitting next to him were the heads of various departments who were still alive.

"I'm a very liberal person. If you want to have a meal, you can vote for Mr. Alejandro and let him be the governor of Baja California." Victor pointed to the old boss next to him and said to the others.

Alejandro was called over by him to share the cake!

The others looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"Mr. Victor, this Alejandro has just been promoted to the security minister of Baja California. This is directly promoted to the governor. It is against the rules. Moreover, there are several departments involved. The final say is in Mexico City. We... Not qualified." A middle-aged man with silver hair said with a wry smile.

You have to follow the rules when you get promoted!

Unless you can really break the rules with one punch.

but……

He is a policeman now, but if he raises troops to defend the country, he will become a rebel. By then, the 200,000 troops nationwide will be no joke.

There are still too few people under Victor who can be "used".

He sat on the chair and tapped the table gently with his hand. None of the officials around the table dared to move and sat upright.

"Is the mayor okay?"

Victor spoke, and the group of people looked at each other, and it was still the white-haired middle-aged man who said, "As long as the election procedures are complied with, it's okay."

"Then I want 4 places in Baja California! You can take the rest."

There are only 6 cities in total…

But being able to get the "right to speak" in the remaining two cities made those sitting here feel happier. They thought Victor was going to have to eat alone.

"Okay, okay, thank you, sir." The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, stood up and bent down to raise his glass.

Victor stretched out his hand without moving his buttocks.

No matter when, a big fist is really big.

Boom!

At this moment, there was a sound of smashing, followed by curses.

He turned the attention of everyone in the hotel.

I saw a drunken middle-aged man holding a wine glass in his hand, kicking a boy down, pointing at him and scolding him, "Squeeze! You haven't eaten anything before and you're scolding me?" It smells bad all over you. It disgusts me."

"Brother!" Milia ran over and hugged him. The boy was trembling with fear.

"Bitch!"

The drunken middle-aged man looked at his suit and threw the drink in his hand on the faces of Milia and others in dissatisfaction.

"what are you doing!"

"Recruit" Giancarlos and three of his teammates rushed out. He pushed each other down and stared, "Do you want to die?"

This man drank so much that he couldn't get up for a few moments and hiccupped.

Everyone laughs at the racial system, but where is there no discrimination?

"Ricol!" An old man ran over, looked at his unfulfilled son, and hurriedly apologized to Giancarlos.

"Damn, you bitch!" The middle-aged man finally got up and pointed at the little boy. His father slapped him with his backhand and cursed angrily, "Shut up!"

The old man looked at the head table and saw pairs of eyes looking over him. He immediately started complaining. After a while, he saw Victor talking to Casare, who was nicknamed "Fat Tiger" next to him, and the latter stood up. come over.

"Sober him up when he's drunk. If he causes trouble in the boss' place, pull him out and break his hands and legs. Then he won't be so drunk next time."

The old man became anxious when he heard this. This was his only son. He raised his hands and begged. When Casare didn't respond, he shouted to Victor, "Sir, sir, my son didn't do it on purpose. Please spare him."

"My son is still young."

Almost everyone couldn't help it when they said this. They all looked to be in their forties, so they were still young?

Victor also smiled and walked over, looking down at the two sisters Milia, who also looked up at him.

"Do you know how old they are?"

The old man was immediately speechless.

"I know you, Milia, Luskinia." Victor touched their heads, "Your brother is a warrior, he is a real soldier."

"In front of my eyes, if you insult the families of the fallen soldiers and policemen, you are insulting me!"

"If I die in the future and go down to see my brothers, and they ask me, how should I answer?"

"Pull him down, pull out all his teeth, and cut off his tongue. I want him to be a cripple!"

So cruel? !

Everyone's heart trembled, and the old man grabbed Victor's arm and said, "Sir, sir, this is my only son. We have to pay for it. You have to be reasonable!"

"Reasonable?"

Victor smiled, "Talk to the weak about fists, and talk to the strong about reason?" The smile on his face faded, he went up and kicked the middle-aged man's chest viciously, and kicked him away.

"I tell you, I, Victor, am the reason!"

"When I want to speak truth, it is truth. If I don't speak truth, then it is just a pile of waste paper. Old man, if you give birth to a new one, this one will be useless."

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