Chapter 225 Armed Rebellion
Chapter 225 Armed rebellion!
"What happened this afternoon must not happen again! Our target of protection actually escaped from our protection circle. This is a very low mistake!"
George Foreman, who was in charge of Victor's safety at the Special Intelligence Agency, frowned and cursed at his subordinates.
If there is a problem, it will be their face that will be lost.
"Boss, this Mexican has offended many people since he came to the United States. Those street gangs have issued death threats to him." A subordinate spoke up.
"Gangs can't become a big deal! They are in the United States. The complete political system and the complete national system protect them." George Foreman put his hands on his waist and said word by word, "But the rats in the sewer can't climb over our heads. If he dares to mess around, we will kill them."
This is true. What the hell is the California 18th Street Gang and the "Florencia 13". Gangs are always gangs and can't be on the stage. If you change to Mexico, you will threaten Victor like this.
The threatening letter sent in the afternoon, even your dog was killed that night, so the sound system of the United States also protects them.
But you are wrong to say that they are useless.
Medellin fought with local gangs on the streets of San Francisco for nearly a year to seize the drug market. There was no way, Pablo could not send troops in.
Some gangs on the US-Mexico border have also evolved into "paramilitary" units, and many gangs in the United States are transnational organizations.
For example, "MS-13" originated in El Salvador, and the members of the gang are all over Latin America, and have participated in drug trafficking in Guatemala and Mexico.
Relying on US dollars, there are arms transactions with the US National Guard!
Victor's Tijuana has also discovered many of their branches, and no matter what, they are all crushed to death, and his drug crackdown has seriously affected the income of domestic gangs in the United States.
Many of their gangs cannot sell drugs, so they can only increase other violent crimes, such as kidnapping, extortion, murder, etc.
The pressure on domestic security in the United States has suddenly increased a lot.
Do you think the local police will have a good impression of Victor?
The American Mafia even held a meeting specifically for this purpose, the content of which was how to maintain the American market when the supply from Mexico was scarce.
In the end, after much discussion, there was only one solution, Victor should die.
Only when he died could everyone continue to live.
Baja California and Sonora were stuck in the supply channel that happened to be stuck in Arizona. You don’t know that the price of ordinary drugs in the local area has soared to 3 times!
Many drug addicts even have no choice but to drive to Mexico and buy drugs directly from drug dealers.
So, to a certain extent, Mexico is related to the food problem of many people in the United States. If Victor really comes to power, NMD, all American gangs will lose their source of drugs.
All gang members should just become monks!
So, at a deeper level, it is still a struggle for interests. Too many people want Victor to die.
Under the bullet, all beings are equal.
Victor can come to the United States because he fully meets the needs of the United States at present. If drug dealers come to power at any time, he will be abandoned.
6:15 pm.
When Victor came out of the room, he took a shower without spraying perfume.
Why would a grown man spray perfume!
He entered the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Would you like one? Authentic Tijuana, Mexico." Victor saw George Foreman staring at his cigarette and thought he wanted to smoke, so he handed it to him politely.
"No, sir, it's just that you have a strong addiction to smoking."
"At least two packs a day."
George Foreman nodded, "Then you have to take care of your body, smoking is harmful to health."
Victor was startled, looked at him and smiled and thanked him, "But I'm afraid I can't change it. Women are interested in me smoking and drinking. If I don't touch anything, what's the point of being a man."
Ding Dong
"We're on the first floor!"
The CIA employees standing on the periphery went out first to expand the protection circle, and then Victor came out with Casare and his group. George Foreman followed him, looking around with sharp eyes.
This hotel...
It's not reserved.
There were many people coming in and out of the Wyndham Hotel. When he got out of the elevator, many people were throwing flyers and shouting accusations.
Jason Bourne noticed something nearby. The man reading a newspaper near the window in the upper right corner put it down, walked over, and put his hands in his pockets!
"Be careful!!"
The man had a deep hostility on his face, and was obviously unhappy, and rushed towards Victor.
George Foreman also obviously noticed this, and hurriedly shouted to other security personnel, and he went up and hit the other person's chin.
Really...
Casare stood behind and saw the man "flying", the whole person tilted his head back, and his teeth were spinning in the air.
The man was pressed to the ground with blood all over his face. The punch was not light, and he was obviously knocked unconscious.
A group of people protected Victor as he walked out of the hotel and got into the car.
The crowd outside was obviously larger than what he saw in the afternoon. It was crowded, and the number of police officers at least tripled.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!" Seeing his car, the supporters shouted wildly and waved their flags vigorously.
Victor waved his hand with satisfaction.
"Mr. George Foreman, can I trouble you for something?"
The captain of the Secret Service sitting in the co-pilot turned his head and said, "Please go ahead."
"Please contact the hotel for me and ask them to prepare some food and water for the supporters outside. I will pay for all the expenses. It is only for my supporters. Let the opponents eat shit."
George Foreman thought it was some request, but it turned out to be this. He nodded, "OK, I'll arrange it."
"Thank you very much, and I believe that bastard's face is definitely more seriously injured than your hand." Victor said with a smile.
"It is our duty to protect your safety."
The dinner was held at the City Hall in New York City, about 20 minutes away from the hotel.
Along the way, Victor saw different protest slogans.
Whatever is filthy, come as you please.
At about 6:45, the motorcade arrived at the destination.
The red carpet had been laid out outside, and there were reporters all around. Damn, if you didn't know, you would think this was the Cannes Film Festival.
Victor is now a traffic darling. On the BBS, his topics are all over the page. If you click on any of them, you will see his photos, and a group of people are fighting each other on them.
Some people even made private appointments to fight after cursing each other.
The BBS at that time, well... was very exciting.
There is nothing you can't think of that is not on the list.
As soon as Victor got out of the car, those reporters came over one after another and were blocked by the police.
"Mr. Victor, the family of the man you beat up this afternoon accused you of intentional injury. They think you were crazy about their son. He is just a 21-year-old young man. Did you hit him too hard?"
"Please call his parents over. I will beat them up too. Tell them what family education is! What is the three views? If a family that can raise such a child is in Mexico, in my territory, I will hang them to death."
George Foreman's mouth was numb and he lowered his voice, "Sir, please stop making these remarks."
This continued to provoke. He was really afraid that there would be greater danger during this period.
It was still difficult for "Big Mouth" Victor to stop talking. He could only reluctantly say, "I'll try my best!"
"Sir! Sir! What do you think of the drug problem in the United States?"
"Mr. Victor, some people say that you are exercising high-pressure rule in Mexico. You don't allow them to grow cash crops and don't allow them to take drugs. Do you think this is a violation of human rights?"
Victor's expression was really twitching slowly.
MD!
How could there be such a mentally retarded problem!
He took a deep breath and walked into the City Hall. The mayor of New York and many celebrities greeted him at the door.
Victor also saw many familiar faces, such as Alec Baldwin, who became popular in the United States with "The Doctor".
And Tom Cruise, who became famous for starring in "Top Gun" in 1986 and was nominated for the Best Actor at the 62nd Academy Awards in 1990 with "Born on the Fourth of July".
And Steven Spielberg, who directed "Jaws" and "E.T. the Extraterrestrial".
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These people later influenced Hollywood and several generations of American people.
"Good evening, Mr. Victor." The mayor of New York stretched out his hand to shake hands with him, and then introduced him to other officials standing next to him, as well as some celebrities.
"Leona Helmsley, the real estate queen of New York, hahahaha, she is a very, very, very great woman."
"Good evening, ma'am." Victor kissed her hand very gentlemanly. Don't say, a 70-year-old woman, with this maintenance, her skin is still pretty good.
Leona Helmsley is worth at least 4 billion US dollars.
A rich old lady.
"I'm afraid I don't need to introduce this person." The mayor of New York pulled a big bearded man over and joked, "No one can refuse his movie."
"Hello, Mr. Spielberg."
"Good evening, Mr. Victor, I know you. I have been paying attention to you since you were the chief of the Guadalupe Island Police Department." The other party said.
This surprised Victor, and he smiled and said, "Oh? It's my honor."
"I think you are a charming person. If possible, I would like to make a character movie for you, yours!"
"Do you also support drug prohibition?"
Steven Spielberg laughed when he heard this, and did not comment. He would not comment on this because many screenwriters and directors in Hollywood have a history of drug abuse.
River Phoenix died of drug abuse. His brother is the famous Joaquin Phoenix, who played the guy in "Hitchcock Tales of Suspense".
They call it: let your mind fly, for creation.
In fact, it's just a fucking excuse.
What other pleasure can be compared to glue? If it doesn't work, buy a masturbation cup.
Spielberg doesn't want to offend certain people in the circle, his career is booming.
"I'm happy to work with you, but don't portray me as a tyrant." Victor joked.
If my biographical movie is released!
I must let all Mexicans watch it, isn't it just... to increase the box office?
Who the hell doesn't know?
The mayor of New York was about to introduce the next person, that is a fat man, wearing sunglasses? So cool?
Before he could speak, the fat man went straight to the point, "Sir, I oppose your anti-drug speech!"
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Bang!
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky.
It was pouring rain in Tijuana.
"Meinas, close the window." The woman in the kitchen called out, and the little boy who was watching cartoons responded, but he still looked back three times, staring at the TV, afraid of missing anything.
He closed the window with force, and was about to go back when he saw... a dozen vehicles appeared on the road downstairs, including an armored vehicle!
"Mom, there are police cars."
The woman didn't even raise her head, "Maybe they are on patrol, go wash your hands and eat."
The little boy agreed, but he always felt a little confused.
This patrol... Why did it go to the city hall?
Demetrius was sitting in a police Hummer.
He had no expression, but the cigarette butt under his feet showed that he was very nervous, and his lips were trembling slightly.
Tonight, take down the city hall!
Control everyone inside, and his men were divided into three groups, one team went to the airport, and one team went to the TV station.
As long as he succeeded here, Mexico City could pull down Cuauhcmote.
He wanted to overthrow Victor!
Go and kill his minions first!
Approaching the city hall, they were stopped by the sentry. Two National Guard policemen came over, wearing raincoats, and knocked on the window.
Demetrius handed over his ID.
The other party checked it, saluted and greeted.
"Sir, it's so late, what can I do for you?" asked a police sergeant.
"Don't worry about things that you shouldn't worry about, just do your job well." Demetrius said with a fierce face.
After being scolded like this, they shrank their heads and let them pass directly.
Watching the convoy pass the checkpoint, the sergeant who asked the question suddenly felt something was wrong. Why are there armored vehicles here!
Moreover, these people are armed with live ammunition!
Moreover... there are people standing directly on the Hummer holding heavy machine guns. It's raining heavily. Damn, you don't hide in the car, but you are getting wet in the rain. You love your work so much.
Definitely not simple!
Armed... mutiny?
The word suddenly flashed through his mind, and a gust of wind, accompanied by rain, made him shiver suddenly.
"Stop! Stop! Hurry, sound the alarm."
This sergeant came from the front-line police force and served at the grassroots level. He was not like the new recruits who had just joined the police force and were confused.
He found something wrong and dealt with it decisively.
The subordinate police officer rushed to the sentry box, but before he ran two steps, he was discovered by the "rebels" driving heavy machine guns. They turned the muzzle and shot directly at him!
Tut tut tut...
The bullet directly smashed the police officer, and the body staggered to the ground.
"Treason! Treason!" The police sergeant shouted, pulling out his weapon to fight back, but there was no cover at all, and he was shot into a sieve, kneeling on the ground, and then fell to the side with his eyes wide open.
Demetrius looked heavy, "Go in!"
"Occupy the city hall!"
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