Chapter 288: In Mexico, you ask Jesus for advice? (Must read!)

Chapter 288: In Mexico, you ask Jesus for advice? (Must read!)

"Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant!"

The streets of Hermosillo were full of crowds.

They held banners and shouted loudly with loud speakers.

Many people could be seen sneaking around inside.

There were rumors that Victor was "dead" and had been blown to death.

Damn it! He deserved it! ! !

When they heard that he was dead, many rats hiding in the sewers got up happily, because the Governor's Office had not selected a candidate and there was now a complete power vacuum. They thought they could overthrow the tyrant.

How good was the previous model?

Drug dealers sold drugs, the poor joined the drug dealers, and the merchants could buy goods from the upper class. Everyone would not starve to death. It was nothing like now, where you have to work in factories to make money.

Pah!

Real Mexicans yearn for freedom and the spiritual world.

"Victor! You bastard, you're doing the opposite..." A group of spirited teenagers put their hands together, wearing black cyberpunk jackets, and a few girls had silver ornaments on their noses, ears, and even belly buttons, looking deeply influenced by the American "Beatles" style.

A man with dark circles under his eyes and a rooster comb and a lip stud was pouring gasoline on Victor's portrait, and then he flicked the lighter, boom!

The portrait was directly ignited, and the crowd next to it cheered.

Even the Victor statue in the "Hermosillo Plaza" was knocked down, and someone peed on his head!

There were more than 300,000 people in the city, and at least one-sixth of them were making trouble on the streets, buying things for free from the stores on both sides of the street.

"Get out! Get out! Don't come over here, I'll kill you!" A middle-aged fat shop owner waved a machete, his face flushed, but he still looked very nervous, his hands were full of sweat, and he was protecting his wife and children behind him. The child was still very young, and there was panic in his eyes.

The thugs standing at the door laughed and pointed.

Whoosh~

A Molotov cocktail was thrown over and hit the middle-aged man directly. It burned visibly in an instant. There was rubber in it, and it stuck to his body, so there was no way to put it out.

The man screamed and rolled on the ground, and his wife and children next to him cried and slapped hard, but these crazy thugs + drug dealers rushed directly to the store. One of them kicked the child away with one foot, and he fell to the ground with his ribs inserted into his lungs. It was obvious that he couldn't survive.

"Ah!" The woman was dragged away by several black people, scratching on the ground hard, crying and losing her voice!

The night was filled with inhuman laughter and painful screams.

On the "Benito Pablo Juarez Garcia" street, where the largest number of demonstrators were, hundreds of thousands of people shouted slogans of protest as he burned the flag.

Opposite them, an elderly man with white hair sitting in a wheelchair trembled as he held up a portrait of Victor.

Behind him, a woman trembled as she held the wheelchair. Although she looked terrified, she still stood.

"Are you afraid? Dana!"

The old man in the wheelchair said calmly, "Don't be afraid. I came from the dilapidated Mexico. I have seen decay, old age, and despair, but when Mr. Victor came, I saw the dawn!"

His tone suddenly became excited, "No one is allowed to destroy the current life. Long live Mexico, long live Victor!!!"

The old man waved the flag in his hand with all his strength, and sang loudly in praise of Victor under the ridicule of the demons and monsters on the opposite side.

The woman behind her was deeply moved. She thought of her daughter who was persecuted by drugs, her husband who was beaten to death by drug dealers when he went to the street to sell vegetables, and her son who was hit and killed by the second generation of drug dealers when he went to school.

She was desperate at that time!

She thought that this was how her life would be.

Until...

Victor came!

His soldiers arrested drug dealers on a large scale. The drug dealer who was originally high above and looked down on all living things was beaten down to earth. The drug dealer who shot and killed her husband was dragged to death by an off-road vehicle. The second generation of drug dealers who hit and killed her son, all 17 people in his family, were directly crushed to death by Victor's armored vehicle!

The desperate eyes before their death... were just like their own past.

And in order to let them have food to eat, the woman was arranged to take care of the elderly, and the salary was paid by the Governor's Office, so there was hope in life.

But the group of people in front of her were not only ungrateful, but also destroyed this hard-won life. She was afraid, but also indignant, waving her fists and singing loudly.

"Charge!!!"

The mob on the opposite side rushed towards the two lonely people. Soon, the crowd overwhelmed them. The figure in the wheelchair had long disappeared.

"Bang! Mr. Mayor, why don't you send troops to suppress it? Hermosillo is already in chaos!" Sweet, the chief of the Hermosillo Police, asked loudly!

He was a member of the original "Pescador Mexicano (Mexican Fishermen)" organization, the team that caught the sky king "Armando". Later, after Victor moved into Tijuana, he became the head of a district police station. (Chapter 150)

Because of his outstanding performance in the fight against gangs and evil, he was soon promoted to the chief of police in the capital of Sonora State!

Leo de los Santos, who was sitting behind the desk, drank coffee calmly, raised his head, frowned, and was a little angry. If it were the past, what police chief would dare to yell at him like this?

Just take him down.

But after Victor came to power, all the heads of armed forces, including the police department, had to be approved, verified and confirmed by the Governor's Office. Mayor? Now it's a puppet!

"Don't be nervous, Sheriff Sweet, these people are just expressing their support and will not cause any trouble. Our people are very simple, don't you know that? They will retreat tomorrow, go back and have a good sleep." Mayor Leo de los Santos said with a smile.

"You..." Sweet pointed at him, "There are corpses everywhere outside! Do you know how many innocent people's property has been damaged? Those drug dealers and thugs are colluding together."

The other party saw his actions and slammed the table angrily, "Don't point fingers at me, haven't you learned manners? Hermosillo, I'm the mayor!"

Sweet was so angry that his mouth was crooked.

"Mr. Leo de los Santos, you have such a great official power." At this moment, a dull voice came from the door, and the door was pushed open, and seven or eight men in military uniforms rushed in.

"Who are you?! Who let you in!"

"My name is George Smiley, and I am affiliated with the Thirteen Taibao. Mr. Mayor, you should have heard of it."

The Thirteen Taibao!

"The running dog faction!" Leo de los Santos' eyes trembled when he heard the name, and he shouted out of turn.

These three words almost made many of the Thirteen Taibao look a little ugly, but George Smiley was very calm, and even smiled, "I like this name. I will bite whoever General Victor tells me to bite, even if it is steel and iron, I will bite off a piece of iron!"

Victor's family business is of course divided into factions, but unlike most of the "political orientation" theories, people outside divide his factions into running dog faction, spiritual leader faction and moderate faction.

The running dog faction means: I will do whatever the general says. There must be a reason for him to let me die, and he must let me fuck Jesus. Representative figures: Casare and Kennedy Heisenberg.

The spiritual leader faction: represented by the spirit of Victor, they believe that drug dealers should be killed. According to the Middle Ages, such people are fanatics.

As for the moderates, it was simpler: they believed that drug dealers should not be eradicated, which would undermine General Victor's benevolence, and they should be sent to medical schools for human experiments.

If they could contribute to the advancement of medicine, drug dealers would be less guilty.

"Leo de los Santos!" George Smiley, director of the Thirteenth Guardian Bureau, shouted, "You are under arrest."

The subordinates behind him pressed his head on the table and handcuffed him.

"You have no right to arrest me! Let the people from the Governor's Office come..."

George Smiley grabbed his head and pulled it hard, making his eyes look at his medal, "Thirteenth Guardian, the general has granted permission. We will take care of what the Governor's Office dare not do, and we will take care of what they want to do!"

"Waste like you is simply embarrassing the general."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the pen on the table, pushed the cap open with his thumb, and stabbed his neck hard!

The neck was thick...

This time it didn't penetrate.

Leo de los Santos stared at George Smiley with his claws out, but finally fell heavily to the ground in midair, his eyes wide open, his head tilted on the table.

"Waste!" George Smiley looked coldly and pointed at Sweet, who was stunned beside him. The latter swallowed his saliva.

"Now you are the acting mayor. You are required to completely suppress the riots in Hermosillo within 5 hours. The National Guard will join. It's time to give these ungrateful bastards a physical shock."

"Can you do it?"

Sweet was shocked by his eyes, but he immediately understood and saluted: "Hi! Victor!"

George Smiley nodded with satisfaction.

There are still many people who are grateful for the general's kindness.

The police chief Sweet, who had obtained the "imperial sword", gave the order, "Attack! Kill them all!"

The wild-looking men and women in black jackets threw stones, feces and Molotov cocktails at a prison.

We want freedom! Let everyone inside go!

The drug dealers and many criminals imprisoned inside were also a little bit crazy, shaking the iron door vigorously, and making "hehe" sounds from their mouths. When the prison guards went up to hit them with batons, they even dared to snatch them.

The warden Joachim Ribbentrop, who was standing outside the cell, put on white gloves, his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, took the Uzi submachine gun from the adjutant, stepped on the ground with long military boots, and rushed in with people.

"Let us out!" In a cell near the door, a criminal with dreadlocks raised his fist and shouted, but when he saw Joachim Ribbentrop coming in fully armed, he felt something was wrong.

Before he could hide, the warden who led the way pulled the trigger towards the inside!

There were about 20 people in a cell, all killed!

"Kill them all!"

The prison guards shot at the prisoners in the prison and even threw grenades.

There were about 700 prisoners in Hermosillo Prison, isn't it just a matter of bullets?

Corpses were everywhere!

On the bed, on the floor, in the toilet...

Joachim Ribbentrop loved his masterpiece very much, and he also took pictures of everything in the prison with a camera.

Hmm...

When can I go up to see the Pulitzer Prize campaign?

"Boss, the mayor's office sent a message asking us to disperse and arrest the rioters outside."

Joachim Ribbentrop frowned, he took a deep breath, "Set up the Vulcan guns on the wall and kill them!"

"!!!" The adjutant felt goose bumps all over his body and swallowed his saliva.

The warden was a very cruel person. When he was transferred to the prison, the first thing he did was to pull out 12 drug dealers and shoot them directly. This was called a "welcome gift." Later, he had to pull out and kill people every day.

"Do you need me to repeat that?"

The adjutant straightened his back and said, "Yes!"

The thugs outside were so loud that they didn't even hear the gunshots inside.

"Release them! They should be free! We have asked Jesus for instructions, and God said they are innocent." Someone shouted from below holding a loudspeaker.

Boom!

A beam of bright light shone down from the wall and hit them. The people who were illuminated closed their eyes subconsciously, and then heard in their ears, "Fire!"

As soon as the three M134 rapid-fire machine guns mounted on it opened fire, the thousands of thugs gathered at the door were swept down like dominoes!

Anyone who was beaten to death by it in a previous life knows...

This thing is basically a crusher. If it hits a person, you have to use a vacuum cleaner to pick up the flesh.

You don't even have to aim.

Just scan it!

In less than a minute, thousands of people were lying on the ground.

The prison door opened, and the prison guards, armed with weapons, came out and started picking off people's heads.

Joachim Ribbentrop stepped on the mountain of corpses in the rain of blood, his expression still very calm. He paused, looked down, and saw a girl with her upper body and lower body separated, wearing a vest, and her nose He also wore an iron ring, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were gone...

"Damn it, you asked Jesus for instructions in Mexico? You worshiped the wrong god. I asked General Victor for instructions. He gave me nine Holy Grails that day and told me that he was very angry."

Joachim Ribbentrop laughed mockingly, stepped on the girl's head, and looked around, "Check carefully, don't make life too painful!"

"clear!"

Prison guards are human beings too. Seeing this scene, many of them couldn't help but vomit, but they still rummaged around.

A female reporter hid in the trash can, covering her mouth and shaking in fear.

The cover was opened, and a face was revealed. The female reporter immediately looked at the other person pleadingly, and mouthed, "Spare me, please, I still have a child..."

"Where is your child?"

"He is in Germany..."

The other party said, "That's a pity. We can't kill him too. I will tell him that he has no mother."

After he finished speaking, he took a step back and shouted to the prison guards around him, "There are people in the trash cans with weapons!!"

Click!

The sound of loading.

The woman's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously wanted to stand up, but bullets had already come, hitting the trash can from all directions.

There are a lot of holes in my body. Don’t go to India, otherwise Brother Asan will be very happy.

Joachim Ribbentrop looked at his watch and said, "Call someone to collect the body!"

…

Victor also learned about the situation in the country.

But he was calm.

I also got on the bus to the Drug Enforcement Administration, where there was a dinner party that evening.

Want to fish in troubled waters?

Do you think my soldiers are freeloaders?

But... the only bad thing is that some scattered videos still fell out, and Spain's "ABC" exposed this bloody crackdown.

He also said, "This is a provocation to human rights, freedom, and equality!" He also asked the United Nations to remove him from his position as executive director of the Drug Enforcement Agency.

"Victor! Victor, you are killing people!" A man holding a banner jumped out from the roadside and tried to block the vehicle. He was directly hit by the leading car and rolled to the side at a speed of 50 yards.

But the man was not dead, he was holding his legs and screaming loudly.

The people next to him exclaimed and rushed to help the injured.

The vehicle didn't stop at all.

This scene was recorded by many reporters.

When we arrived at the Narcotics Control Bureau, there were many people gathered outside on three levels, and the police were maintaining order.

He got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and waved to the people next to him as if he was walking on a red carpet.

"Go to hell! You executioner!"

"Tyrant of Mexico, you are not welcome in Vienna!"

The crowd was surging, the reporters were fascinated, and there was a topic.

When Victor stood at the door of the Drug Enforcement Agency, he turned around and blew a kiss to them. His head shook, but suddenly he felt something brushing his ear and flying past, and there was a bang behind him.

He subconsciously shrank his head and touched his ears, which were full of blood!

"Protect the general!" Jason Bourne, who was standing below, shouted. Four or five people rushed over and surrounded him, while there were still people outside blocking him and taking out pistols from their clothes to guard him.

This... sniper? ! !

The gunfire clearly frightened the onlookers, who screamed.

Jason Bourne looked around with sharp eyes and saw a figure on the roof in the distance, "Let's go, three people, follow me!"

Don't catch the murderer!

He is trash!

The bullet didn't hurt at first, but later it felt like it was burning. Victor's ears were bleeding, and half of his face was infected!

But his face was full of stubbornness, and he raised his fist and waved it towards the crowd.

A reporter carrying a bag quickly approached and took a picture with the Sony in his hand.

In the photo, Victor's face is covered in blood, and the suit on his body looks wrinkled, but his expression is very tough, and his sharp-angular face looks particularly charming.

The reporter saw him moving his mouth, but the noise around him was too loud, so he couldn't hear it for a while. He anxiously pulled his colleague who was also not running, "Look at Victor's mouth shape, what is he saying! What did he say!"

Very urgent, that's big news, the kind that will be on the front page.

If I can get an exclusive, I will definitely get a promotion and a raise, marry a beautiful and rich woman, and reach the peak of my life.

Boss, does your wife have a boyfriend?

A colleague who has learned lip reading for several years squinted and watched carefully.

"What did he say?"

"He said..."

"You can't take away my ears, I want to use them to listen to the voices of your people!!!!"

……