Chapter 152 Young people have bad tempers.

Chapter 152 Young people have bad tempers.

June 16th.

The sky is clear.

The streets of Tijuana are still in chaos, with ruins everywhere. When you look through the rubble, you can see the broken limbs underneath.

Sweet fucks her hard with white gloves.

He followed the Mexican emergency response team to help clean up garbage on a residential street. This is called: the police and the citizens are a family?

That's what Kennedy said.

In addition to necessary patrols, most police officers were assigned to clean up the streets.

At first, there were still many ordinary people hiding in the house and pointing, but slowly more and more people joined the cleaning team.

"Come on, kid, have some Coke."

Just as Sweet was wiping his sweat, a pair of dull, wrinkled hands stretched out in front of him, holding a Coke. When he looked up, he saw an old lady looking at him.

In Mexico, water resources are not actually scarce, but because of a series of unequal treaties signed with the United States, the country has been saddled with a "water debt." For example, according to the treaty signed in 1944, Mexico must deliver water to the United States every five years. One-third of the water in the main stream of the Norte Bravo River (also known as the "Rio Grande").

Naturally, people drank less water. At this time, Coca-Cola entered the country and quickly replaced water as a daily drinking resource for men, women, and children. This also caused the number of diabetic patients in Mexico to increase after the millennium. few.

Seeing that Sweet didn't reach out, the old lady stuffed it into his arms, handed the remaining Coke in the bag to Pieter and others next to her, and said to them, "Thank you for your hard work."

This made Sweet embarrassed, "We didn't do anything."

"You are a hero when you fight drug dealers." She praised with her thumb, with tears in her eyes. "I thought I would never see this day again in my life..."

Sweet hurriedly supported her, comforted him, and listened to the old man saying, "Both my son and my grandson were killed by drug dealers. I want to take revenge, but people see me as an ordinary old woman who doesn't even have a gun." If they didn’t sell it to me, my husband would eventually die in the hospital bed. He asked me not to go to the country or stay in Tijuana.”

"But I'm not willing to give in. After waiting year after year, I almost forget who killed my son, but I know that the drug dealers definitely have no good stuff. My legs... were shot and broken by them." As she spoke, she opened her trousers, and sure enough she saw a bullet hole in them.

The old lady wiped her tears and said, "I went to the police station, I went to the court, but no one paid attention to me, and some people advised me not to sue. The drug dealers have too many backers. It is important that I live, but my family members are all dead." , what’s the point of my life!”

"Thank you, thank you, I killed the drug dealer, and I... I can go see my husband and son with peace of mind." Her voice suddenly became louder, and she leaned on Sweet and cried.

This made everyone around him feel depressed.

The old lady wiped her tears with her clothes and touched Sweet's face, "God bless you, children."

After saying that, he crooked his legs and moved slowly.

The bleak back view made Sweet's chest swell.

Little Piet sighed next to her, "It's so pitiful. If Mr. Victor had appeared earlier, maybe her family wouldn't be like this."

"Then it's not too late!" Sweet said, "Justice is never a matter of time, but the result. When the opportunity is right in front of you, don't let go. Follow Mr. Victor and push the drug dealer into the garbage."

"Yes, saving Tijuana is not enough. To save the entire Mexico, Victor must be sent by God. No! Mr. Victor is God!"

The Mexican people are really suffering from drugs.

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"The National Palace welcomes its new owner!" 》

"Mexico will enter a new era!" 》

"Acting President Kwaukemot!" 》

The desk is covered with Mexican news, and the hottest thing these days is nothing less than Cuauquemot’s “arrival” in Mexico City.

Tens of thousands of people went to the city gate with flowers to greet him!

Several students brought him flowers.

In the camera, he smiled happily.

Victor opened the cigarette case and put on a cigar. His taste had changed recently and he kind of liked this wild taste. Mexican tobacco was as hot as the local women.

The phone on the table rang. Victor picked it up unhurriedly, leaning on the table with his elbow and holding the cigar in his left hand at an angle of 45°. Listening to the voice of Kuaukmot opposite, he smiled and said, " Sir, I thought you were still enjoying the fruits of victory."

Quaukmot washed his face with cold water in the mirror, rubbed his red eyes, and walked out of the toilet with his mobile phone, "I used to think that I was too idle, but now I feel that my busy feet don't even touch the ground. ”

"I met with representatives from more than a dozen countries, and I had to preside over Carlos's funeral. I really wanted to lift his coffin, but some elders in the party wanted to give him one final dignity."

"The Aragon family will host a dinner party in Mexico City tomorrow night. Mexican foreign-funded companies and many local companies will send people there. Will you come?"

"Are you sure they will be happy if I go?"

"It's time to divide the cake. I need you to help me. Only you can make the chaebol retreat."

This made Victor laugh.

Okay...

Do you think I am the leader of the warlord?

You are responsible for reasoning, and I am responsible for flipping the table?

Don't I look very gentle?

It’s been a long time since I personally killed a drug dealer.

Victor thought about it for a moment and it was confirmed that Kwaukmot did not dare to speak loudly without him by his side. With him by his side, he would smash the mouth of anyone who spoke loudly, so he would naturally be the loudest.

"? Victor? What's wrong?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Quaukmot asked.

"It's okay, I'm just wondering whether to bring 500 people or 1,000 people."

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

Cuauquemot smiled awkwardly, "No... no need to do this. Carlos is dead. We need a fast and stable government. Mexico has been absurd for a long time. With their support, we can solve the drug cartel more quickly." Trouble, only by getting rid of the drug dealers can we solve other problems."

"I'm joking, sir, I'm a gentleman. What time will it be tomorrow?"

"Eight o'clock."

"OK!"

After hanging up the phone, Kwaukemot spread his hands and said, "Gentleman? Damn it, when did Victor become so humorous?"

As soon as he rolled up the newspaper on the table, Casare knocked on the door and came in, "Boss, just clear the table and I'll do it."

"As a mayor, I am not wronging you by throwing away garbage." Victor joked.

"No matter what the mayor is, boss, I can work in any job you like me to do. Anyway, it's all for work." Casare said with a smile.

Be enlightened!

You deserve to be promoted and rich.

I finally understand why there were so many tired ministers around the previous emperor. The art of flattering is really in the blood.

Victor smiled and put the pen into the pen holder, "Don't say such nonsense. If I really send you to the toilet, you will have to scold me again. Let's get down to business. Come with me to Mexico City tomorrow, Kwawu." Mr. Kermott is a bit shy and he has to let us stand up for him."

"You arrange some people to go to Mexico City first. I don't want to be short of people when the table is turned over."

Casare nodded, "Okay, I'll make arrangements right away, but boss, I think you still need to set up your own security bureau. You can't always draw from the police officers below."

Security Bureau?

Well, the grade is very high!

Victor waved his hands and seemed not in a hurry. He was waiting to go to Mexico City to share the cake. Alejandro was promoted to the governor of Baja California. He had to climb to the position of security minister of Baja California, right?

This is a step up several steps from the director of a small island. At that time, I can directly redeem it from Goldfinger. Isn’t it more secure than an ordinary police officer?

Seeing that the boss didn't care, Casare didn't say much. He looked at his watch and reminded, "It seems it's time for the public trial of Armando."

Armando was arrested two days ago, and Kennedy reported it, but he hoped to have a public trial to shock many drug dealers in the city. Many people threw away their guns and retreated to a small room in a residential area. , can’t be caught at all.

When the household registration system is tightened, these will not be problems!

Today is the day of the public trial.

Victor turned on the TV and tuned Tijuana TV.

The sight before him surprised him.

Kennedy was hitting the judge on the stage with his shoe, "Judge, don't scream at me. What the hell are you telling me again?"

"Can you say that again!"

The judge was shocked and at a loss. "Without evidence, there is no way to convict."

So brave?

Kennedy grabbed the judge's clothes and pulled him down, "Did you take the money? Get off here and I'll judge!"

In fact, Mexican judges are quite timid. Almost no one of them is afraid. They are afraid of retaliation from drug traffickers. The Americans have sentenced Quintero to 40 years in prison, and the court can still plead not guilty.

In 2020, Ye Zhenli is such a big drug lord. Dogs on the roadside know that he sells drugs, but he is about to be released.

But if you encounter something...harder, you will suffer a loss.

Kennedy sat on the judge's seat and waved his hand, "Armando, the Juarez drug trafficking leader, is sentenced to stoning! Crushing to death!"

His defense lawyer stood up after swiping his words, and Kennedy pointed at him, "You four-eyed boy, I've tolerated you for a long time, don't beep, beep, beep, talk more nonsense, you will collapse together."

Stone to death!

Armando's eyes suddenly opened. He struggled hard and whined, but the policeman still pulled him down like a dead dog.

"Under Victor's watchful eyes, all drug dealers must be sentenced to death! There must be something wrong with you, the judge, arrest him and go to his house to check."

"Tyranny! Tyrant!" The judge, who was a bit old, shouted loudly with his mouth twitching in anger.

The onlookers and jurors didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Didn’t you see the police officers next to you holding weapons?

The camera follows Armando. The police officer pulls him to the ground outside and ties him up like a dog. Then a police officer next to him, whose chest muscles are bigger than a steamed bun, lifts a stone on the ground and looks at the other man's horrified eyes. , smashed it down hard!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

My "eyesight" was not good, so I only hit the opponent's thigh, which was instantly twisted to 90 degrees. The sharp points of the broken bones pierced the flesh, making it look bloody.

The big muscle police officer picked up the stone again, and again, the other leg was broken.

"It's so brutal."

Victor shook his head and smoked a cigarette to calm down, "Go to Mexico City and take Kennedy with you."

When the time comes, which chaebol is unhappy, just kill him!

"Young men have bad tempers." Victor sighed and turned off the TV.

When can I be like myself?

Cultivate your character!

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