Chapter 218 The public's lover: Victor!
August 4, 1990.
A US military C130 slowly landed at Tijuana Airport.
Fire trucks on both sides sprayed water jets to greet the plane.
The band below started playing with the conductor's wave.
All the high-level officials that the "Victor Group" can reach have arrived!
You can choose not to come.
Then you won't have to go to work tomorrow.
Hundreds of police officers were also called in.
The purpose of this time is to welcome the triumphant "warriors"!
The gangway was lowered, and as Kennedy appeared tied with gauze, the reporters below, who had been impatient for a long time, began to take pictures.
Kennedy waved his hand and looked at the familiar environment and couldn't help but say, "Back!"
Jonathan Pannier in the back also let out a long sigh.
He didn't even shave his beard, and he looked a bit like a caveman.
"God bless."
"This is Tijuana, man, you call me Victor," Kennedy said with a smile.
Jonatan Panier shrugged, "Bless Victor!"
When in town, do as the Romans do.
Americans have no real faith anyway.
They came down the gangway one by one, and some children gave them flowers.
"Boss..." When Kennedy saw Victor, he just shouted and was hugged by him, "Thank you for your hard work!"
He hugged the warriors one by one.
The Mexican news agency was all over him.
This is a live broadcast!
Victor wants to make things bigger!
Approximately more than 20 million people throughout Mexico watched in front of TV sets, and military and political agencies, schools, and shopping malls were all required to broadcast it.
Victor Carlos Vieri Military Academy, Guadalupe Island.
This school covers an area of 1,100 acres and has about 800 students, all of whom are of school age on the island. Their parents have clean backgrounds, have no history of drug trafficking or drug abuse, and they have no tattoos.
In the middle of the school, there is a sculpture. It is Victor. His finger is pointing into the distance. Below it is written: He is making Mexico!
This style is a bit like Turkmenistan’s Niyazov.
The guy got himself over 14,000 sculptures across the country.
Perhaps, successful people are extremely narcissistic.
The military academy established by Victor does not require any fees, and there will even be a monthly subsidy of 60 US dollars, including food and clothing. Just one thing, please be loyal to Grand Duke Victor!
On the top of the blackboard in the classroom, in addition to the national emblem of Mexico, there is a portrait of Victor, standing side by side.
There were about 30 students sitting in the classroom, both male and female, sitting upright, wearing military uniforms, watching TV.
Above are ceremonial soldiers carrying coffins from a transport plane. These were those who were seriously injured and died on the road during the retreat to Ecuador after the war.
A heavy narration appeared on the TV.
"These heroic anti-narcotics policemen have left their youth, blood and even lives on their just mission!"
"They transcend nationality, gender, age, and even race. They are real heroes!"
boom!
boom!
boom!
The soldiers lined up fired their guns into the sky.
After placing the coffin, Victor bowed to them one by one.
Then he stood in front of him and gave a speech full of tears.
"I'm going to talk about drugs again."
"It turns out that those drug dealers are bastards of bitches. They are using drugs to destroy our bodies, our country, our nation, and our world!"
“How long have the Mexican people been fighting drugs?”
"From the nationwide anti-drug war launched by President Aleman in 1947? No, from August 24, 1821, the day of our independence!"
"In that year, we enjoyed our freedom and that it was finally our turn to be the masters of our country. In that year, Mexico was no longer a noun!"
"It was also from that moment on that drug traffickers focused on this land. They used dirty and violent methods to deceive our farmers!"
"It's been 169 years! The Mexican people have been fighting against drugs for 169 years!"
"Gentlemen, although we have not succeeded yet, we can never admit defeat." Victor waved his hands vigorously, "We will all sacrifice, today it is them." He turned back and pointed at the coffin.
"Tomorrow it might be you, or it might be me."
"But this war must not be lost. The Mexicans must not lose. The people of the world must not lose. They must fight for the cause of anti-drugs for life!"
"I declare that I will fight against all drug organizations in the world. Jinshanjiao and Silver Triangle are just a bunch of bastards living in snail's nest."
"If the world's drug dealers want to control the world, please step over my body!"
"Long live victory!"
“Anti-drugs will win!”
Victor's impassioned speech resounded throughout the classroom, and the young students sitting in the audience felt their blood boiling all over.
"Long live!"
"Long live Victor!"
"Eradicate the drug dealers around the world!"
Suddenly a loud voice shouted. Everyone looked over and saw Santos holding up his hands with red eyes.
Victor's number one fan and godson was trembling with excitement.
The good brother Canpost next to him also stood up and shouted vigorously with his hands raised.
Santos's voice roared far away, and almost everyone in the entire military academy heard it.
Gradually…
Some people responded, some yelled, and some stood in the corridor, shouting Victor's name loudly.
Do you know why 18 years old is called a youth?
Because they are passionate enough and full of hope for the world, they want to create new things and change the world.
Perhaps, some people in their thirties or forties will laugh at them, thinking that they are in vain and that society cannot change.
But you should not laugh at young people. Their present is also your past.
Victor is on fire again.
His "Declaration of Fight" was broadcast on many TV stations in the United States and Canada as well as other Latin American countries.
This young man around 30 years old is on the rise!
Many knowledgeable people began to respond to him.
On a talk show in the United States that night, Anna Nicole Smith, a popular porn star, was invited. She has a spherical figure and is specially used for sex.
The host asked her a question, "Who do you most want to do X with right now?"
Ana said directly and smiled happily, "Victor Carlos Vieri, he is the most manly man I have ever seen!"
After she finished speaking, she pulled off her clothes, revealing the two lumps, and she saw that she had Victor's name tattooed on them.
"I have contacted the tattoo artist. I want to tattoo his name on both my XX and xx. I love him so much. I hope he can come to the United States. I want to meet him."
She boldly expressed her love to the camera, "Victor, I love you, please, can I have your contact information?"
On August 5, more than 10,000 people marched in Washington, USA, hoping to support Victor in neighboring Mexico and implement a nationwide drug ban.
These people held banners and shouted outside government units.
But you look past it...
Surprisingly, most of them are middle-aged or elderly people, and even to be blunt, they are white and Asian.
Opposite them, there were many drug addicts composed of Nico and a few people of color, who raised their middle fingers.
"Idiot! Anti-drugs? Victor is a bastard, are you bastards too? Stupid white people, I think you are crazy, yoyo, that fat pig across the way, you should take drugs, taking drugs can make you lose weight! (Please do not Try it!" A black man wearing a baseball cap and black sunglasses rapped rhythmically.
This thing itself is black street culture.
The person he was pointing at was a white woman. When she heard what she said, she got up and rushed over.
"Yo yo yo, she's here! Fat pig passed..."
Before the black man finished speaking, he saw a shocking scene. The woman unzipped her pants, took out the scarf, and threw it hard.
Strength + luck = confused face!
With a snap, it stuck directly to the other person's face.
A fishy smell suddenly hit his head, and the black man screamed loudly, "Ahhh!"
The companion next to him quickly pulled off the scarf and saw the blood on the black man's face.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!"
This group of people who opposed the anti-drugs yelled and rushed forward. Naturally, the people on the opposite side would not watch their companions being bullied, so they went to help. The two groups immediately started fighting.
It turned into a group... group... group fight.
The police rushed in, and the army came too.
This incident caused quite a stir, causing 7 deaths and more than 200 injuries.
This is Victor, those who love him love him very much, and those who hate him hate him very much!
The United States also issued a press conference, stating that it would support Mexico's anti-drug operations and provide $20 million in support, as well as 20 P-51A "Mustang" fighter jets.
When Victor saw the news in front of the TV.
His mouth was crooked in a smile.
It was an angry laugh.
P-51A Mustang?
Why don't you give me the Air Cobra P39? Or the XP-26 nicknamed the "Toy Gun"?
Big pot, are you so stingy?
The P-51A is almost 60 years old now. Do you think drug dealers are really poor? A dive bomber like you is useful, but are you sure you won't be killed by a drug dealer's surface-to-air missile?
Drug dealers = rich = bosses = armed men = rebellion!
So, drug dealer = bastard!
Bastards who are rich and willing to spend money are very cruel.
With Pablo and many warlords behind me, just give me the P-51A!
I fuck you!
Victor angrily turned off the TV, with a cigarette in his mouth, and said to Jason Bourne, "Fuck, you cheapskate, sooner or later the Pentagon will be bombed!"
"Boss, do you want these antiques?"
"want!"
"Why not? They will give it to you." Victor said with a glare.
It's better than nothing.
He turned his chair and looked at the map hanging behind him. It was a very clear new map of Mexico. He traced his fingers on it and stopped at a city called "Chinipas".
Pointing twice with his fingers, "Put the plane here when the time comes."
"Chinipas" is just stuck between Chihuahua and Sinaloa. Hey, I can hit whichever one I want!
After capturing Sonora, Victor built 11 airports in the two states, four of which were in the Sonora border area, capable of hosting more than 100 aircraft.
Drug dealers work overtime 24 hours a day, but they can still do it.
"The only thing your intelligence department has to do is find out where Guzman's mother lives, and then send her to heaven."
Jason Bourne always feels that his boss cares about his mother.
Guzman's mother must be sixty or seventy years old.
At this moment, Casare knocked on the door and came in with a strange expression, "Boss, there is news from the United States."
"What's wrong?"
"They hope you can attend the memorial service in New York on August 9."
Victor was startled.
"Americans invite me to the United States?"
Casare nodded.
Oh haha.
This is interesting.
He just thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"Okay! Go to the United States and ask for donations, fuck!"
Americans have money, go and order food!
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