Chapter 247 Americans are crazy because of poverty!
August 15th.
clear.
The 45th anniversary of the Japanese surrender.
Sinaloa, the city of "Topolo Huambo".
A convoy of about 30 National Guard members was heavily armed and patrolling the city. Their mission was to maintain local order after the ground police forces swept away the drug dealers.
In this small town, a total of about 100 National Guard police officers were mobilized from the rear.
John Rambo was wearing a pasgt helmet, standing on the Humvee, holding an M249 machine gun in his hand and placing it on the front of the vehicle.
Although he is muscular, he is slightly nervous. As a new recruit, this is his first time "going abroad to carry out stability maintenance operations."
John Rambo looked around. The civilians sitting next to him on the street looked at them in horror. A woman nervously hugged her child and lowered her head.
He raised his head and saw the dead drug dealer hanging on the suspension bridge in the middle of the road.
His body was covered in blood and flesh, and a rope was tied directly to his head. His eyes were open, but very empty, as if he was staring at everyone.
"XXXX! Those reckless men in the land police are so rude in their work." A comrade sitting in the back cursed a few words, tore off his body armor, took out the biscuit and handed it over, "Rambo, have a taste. Authentic Tijuana cookies.”
"Hey! Renaldo, put down your body armor!" the police officer sitting in the passenger seat yelled, "If you let me see you lift your body armor again, I will stuff your head." Into your anus!"
Renaldo smiled hurriedly while eating cookies.
Winked at John Rambo.
"Zizzizi"
The radio in the Humvee flashed, "Convoy No. 3, please answer when you receive it."
"Received on the 3rd!" The senior inspector led by the co-pilot pulled over the intercom and replied, "Please tell me."
"There is a serious security problem on the streets of Amherst. Please go and deal with it."
"clear!"
The captain adjusted his seat and said to the team members, "Sound the alarm!"
Renaldo picked up a siren from the side and mounted it on the side of the Humvee with his backhand.
This ringtone…
It’s even wilder than the fucking screams made by women.
Four Humvee military vehicles drove towards their destination. From a distance, you could see many people smashing the surrounding shops. There was even a man pressing on the woman and tearing his clothes hard. .
One of the reasons why war is bad for civilians.
War breeds riots!
It will release the most barbaric scene in people's hearts, bullying people who are lower than themselves without any bottom line.
Just look at the United States...
Demonstrations would turn into riots in the end. Wasn't "Little Xiba on the Roof" famous later?
Most of them are local homeless people and some gangsters.
Mexico is one of the "Three Heroes of North America". Because it is close to the United States, there are also many black people. Although they account for less than 2% of the population, they still have a population of millions.
NMD, consumables can be produced.
But in Victor’s subjective mind, farm tools are also considered human beings?
Although there is no explicit discrimination, the people under his command understand it and kill them if they encounter them.
"The police are coming! The police are coming!"
A black man shouted loudly, but in a gibberish voice with an accent. His companion who was carrying goods in the store ran out holding a lot of things.
What beer? drinks? Even sanitary napkins?
how?
Planning to use it as a mask?
"Rambo, shoot the warning shot!"
The captain patted the roof of the car, pushed open the door, and got out of the car with the M16 in hand.
John Rambo pulled the bolt of the gun, tilted the muzzle, and pulled the trigger, chugging, chugging!
"Hold your head and lie down, let me see your hands!"
The captain shouted loudly and thoughtfully used English, but the robbers looked at it and ran away!
"Shoot!" the captain yelled and shot a black man in the back. The other man groaned and fell to the ground.
And John Rambo turned the gun, and Ben swept over with his machine gun.
It flew past the head of a woman who was lying on the ground. The woman huddled together in fear. The bullet hit the wall, and a small bird could fit into the bullet hole.
Bullet casings fell off the car, and John Rambo held down the machine gun's recoil as easily as he held down a chicken.
When the thugs saw that the other party was actually shooting, they were so frightened that they fell to the ground trembling, raised their hands and shouted, "Rendición (surrender!)"
The captain approached with his men and looked at the thugs lying on the ground. He was about to ask the police to handcuff them when he saw a black man suddenly getting up with a small dagger in his hand and stabbing him. past.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
There was a gunshot in his ears, and the black man's expression was ferocious. John Rambo's machine gun directly blew half of the man's head off, which required a mosaic.
Human tissue and brain matter were sprayed into the captain's face.
His face suddenly turned green...
But his good qualities allowed him to remain calm after spitting out what was in his mouth, "Treat the civilians, and the criminals will deal with them according to the wartime plan."
A group of police officers divided their work in an orderly manner and were vigilant. Those who dealt with the mob tied them up with nylon ropes. A group of people were tied together, while Renaldo, who was rescuing the injured, chewed gum and walked next to a woman.
The other person's family members held her in shock.
All the clothes on his body were torn.
Beside them, there was a little girl looking at Renato nervously. When the latter saw him, he grinned, took out rainbow candy from his pocket and handed it over, "Do you want to eat it?"
The little girl wanted to reach out, but was tightly held by the woman. She looked at Renato pleadingly, "Sir, please go around my child, she is still ignorant."
Reinato was startled, and immediately understood what the other party was worried about.
Afraid that after the little girl ate it, she would slander her for stealing, and then... click, the drug dealers and local police in Sinaloa like to do this.
Reinato smiled, threw the rainbow candy into the little girl's arms, and pushed his sunglasses with his right index finger, "Ladies, Victor's soldiers are different from those bastards."
"We, Servir a la gente (serve the people)."
The victimized residents looked up blankly and looked at Renato. The sun behind him seemed to cover him, and he suddenly became majestic!
When have Mexicans ever heard this slogan?
"What are you doing? We surrender! We surrender!"
The tied-up rioters shouted loudly, but what greeted them was John Rambo's machine gun.
Just shoot them all to death!
"Victor Internal Wartime Regulations" allow any personnel who riot with weapons in the military occupation zone and disrupt the police's execution of orders to be dealt with by themselves.
(Kennedy Heisenberg, the senior commander of the anti-drug unit and a four-star sheriff, suggested that when it is impossible to carry prisoners, they should be executed on the spot!)
These regulations are circulated internally.
Where is the prison in this wartime occupation zone? They can only be taken away and killed.
Renaldo turned his head and looked back, just in time to see the little girl staring at him, "Aren't you scared?"
"Mom said that it was that man who killed my dad." The little girl pointed to a thug not far away and said that the other party was still lying on the ground twitching.
"What does death mean?"
"Will I see him again in the future?"
"He promised me to go to Tijuana to play, and he also told me who Victor is. My father is a teacher. He told me that Mexico needs a real leader. He is a real warrior. He is like the East..."
As she spoke, her voice suddenly got stuck. She was racking her brains and couldn't think of the name.
The little girl frowned, her eyes flashing with innocence. She struggled out of her mother's arms, looking like a scholar, with a serious face, "Hi! Victor!"
"My father told me that Victor can save my country and my future!"
"Uncle, what is the future?"
Reinado looked at the other person's expression, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, with his mouth half open.
"In the future... There are no drug dealers in Mexico. You can grow up safely, get married, and have children. You can stand in the sun and enjoy life greedily. You can do the job you want."
"You can..."
"Live happily."
"Reinado! Let's go!" The captain shouted on the other end.
He nodded, thought for a while, took off the necklace hanging on his neck, and put it on the other person.
"Victor bless you, Amen."
The little girl actually crossed her hands and made a prayer gesture.
"Amen!"
Looking at the other party's pious look, Renato suddenly thought of a picture in his mind.
The Pope of the Vatican was pulled down from the altar.
Victor held an AK in his left hand and a nuclear weapons box in his right hand, and said to the believers below, "I want... world peace!"
He shuddered, this is too fucked, right?
"Quick!" the captain urged.
Reinato hurriedly ran to the car and waved at the other party.
The little girl also waved, "Goodbye."
"Rambo, I suddenly found our meaning."
The sturdy man with a machine gun glanced at him, "What?"
"Clean up this dirty world!"
...
At this time, Victor was receiving a live TV broadcast from the American Cable News Network, commonly known as CNN.
Very sudden...
Contact Tijuana in the morning and broadcast live in the afternoon.
To be honest, this is not respectful at all.
You should at least be two or three days in advance.
But Victor still decided to accept the interview. As a leader, he had to learn to "hype" himself.
He changed into a suit and dark blue tie for the trip, and looked energetic.
But as soon as the live broadcast began, the first question from the female host was full of unfriendly.
"Victor, the Mexican Congress passed the proposal for you to serve as the Governor of the North. Did you commit fraud in this? You will be 30 years old in a few months."
"This is the choice of the people." Victor said with a smile, "I am just working for more than 30 million people in the six northern states. I serve them, and they recognize my service, that's all."
"But according to insiders, they were forced..."
"Then can you call the insiders out to confront?" Victor asked back, frowning, but then relaxed.
The female host looked at him and said nothing.
"Obviously, no. Are you slandering me and Mexico? Are you insulting the representatives of 120 million Mexicans? Can I conclude that you are engaging in racial discrimination? Or..."
"OK, OK!" The male host next to him listened to the director's instructions in the headset and hurriedly stepped out to mediate. If the blame was put on the female host, she would have to be fired.
"Mr. Victor, please don't be nervous. This is just a simple interview."
"Mexico and I do not accept such meaningless speculation."
The male host smiled apologetically, but he was not a pushover. "I have a report on the situation in Culiacan, the capital of Sinaloa. Local people accused you of bombing civilian facilities, and there are all kinds of signs that you used illegal weapons in the battle with local armed forces."
"Excuse me, did you see it?"
"Uh... no?"
Victor pulled off his tie and pointed at him with a sense of oppression, "Then please shut your stinky mouth. If you don't have eyes, I can pay you to have cataract surgery..."
"But my colleagues have already filmed the tragic situation in Culiacan." The male host pointed to the screen behind him, showing the bombed houses and the wounded lying on the ground, with screams and even crying all around.
"No!" Victor shook his head.
"No?"
"Maybe the gas tank exploded."
This kind of lying with open eyes made the CNN host feel "incredible".
You are trying to show off to Victor?
This stinky little bastard has met the ancestor.
"One more question..."
"Wait."
Victor stretched out his hand and interrupted the other party, "I feel like you are judging a criminal. Your tone makes me very uncomfortable. I want to say, eat shit and you will die."
He raised a middle finger, cursed twice and shot the camera away.
The male and female hosts of CNN looked at each other.
"Mr. Victor, obviously... has a bad temper. Maybe he needs to control his emotions." The female host was very venomous. "Mexico will not get better under the leadership of such a person. We call on everyone to stop the war, especially Victor. He needs to calm down."
"Okay, our next guest..."
"This woman has a stinky mouth."
Victor sat in the office, frowning, he was still very unhappy.
I am like a prisoner, being judged like this?
Who can judge myself!
You two reporters?
Casare next to him poured a glass of water for the boss and wrote down the name of the female host. People have to be sensible when they reach their age.
Slap your butt and you will know how to change your posture.
The boss didn't make some things clear, but he knew that he had to find someone to teach her a lesson.
You said the boss can't control his mouth, then find someone to make you control your bladder!
Are there some topics you can talk about?
Don't you know how much you are worth?
"Boss, calm down, why bother to fight with them." Casare said with a smile, "Reporters are two different creatures, there are always different voices, and there are many people in the United States who support us."
"Boss, Forrest Gump's "Blue Gold Society!" has exceeded 1,000 people, and our reputation in Ivy League schools is accumulating among young people."
"He also hopes that we can increase our sponsorship of him."
"Isn't it just asking for money again!" Victor said angrily.
After he raised a dog remotely, he realized how difficult it is for Americans.
This thing... is really expensive.
"He hopes to increase the monthly salary by 600,000 US dollars."
"What do you think?"
Casare thought deeply, "I think it's possible. We don't lack this little money now."
"Okay, then when you go to the United States, you can meet him and talk about this."
Fatty Ka nodded.
"What did the Americans say? Did they say they would increase the sponsorship? The performance of the P-51 is not good enough to avoid the SAM missile. It's better for him to get some F14."
"The Pentagon didn't give any news, but Grumman has already responded. They can sell F14, but the price is a bit..." Casare was a little embarrassed.
Victor smiled, "How expensive can it be?"
The other party stretched out his hand, then felt that it was not enough, and stretched out the fingers of his other hand.
"Ten thousand?"
Victor stared and saw the other party nodded.
"CTMD!"
"The Americans are crazy about poverty!"
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