Chapter 333
There are about 19 villages on the border of Jalisco and Michoacán. As Mexico's "Drug-Infested Golden Triangle", most of the land here is planted with drugs.
Drug dealers have very close ties with the local area!
Many men in rural areas have never read a book or even have any skills. They start working for drug dealers at a very young age. When they grow up, the strong ones join the killing machines, while the thin ones take on the role of transportation.
As for women…
In such an unstable country, do you think they can survive?
Mexico is a country with relatively many HIV-infected people.
As for the old man…
You have to grow it for the drug dealers.
The local government rarely cares about the villages below.
But in the north of Victor, what he implemented was "royal power sent to the countryside". Those disabled soldiers and village leaders, if you don't obey, call the National Guard to call you what is called "compassion."
In the newly occupied territories, "collaboration with the enemy" occurred before they had time to do this.
Then just slaughter them.
Canterbury Village.
The largest Indian village in the border area has more than 500 people. The people are relatively mixed and it is also a gathering place for drug dealing.
In the village chief's office.
The one-eyed Clinda Spears was lying on a chair, and two women in transparent clothes were massaging him beside him, being careful not to get too serious.
Here, he is the local emperor!
He said to the wounded drug trafficker guerrilla who was sitting next to him with his wound wrapped in gauze, "Just stay here, I'm very safe..."
As soon as I finished speaking, boom!
One sound!
The explosion shocked him out of his chair, and his other eye suddenly opened, "What's the sound?"
"The sound of artillery! The Northern Army is coming!" The wounded man's expression turned ugly for a moment. He ran to the window and looked outside. He saw a group of soldiers in dark green military uniforms approaching outside the village, with several tanks and Humvees interspersed among them. car.
"Damn it! Why are these dogs' noses so sharp? You stay here while I deal with it." The one-eyed dragon Clinda Spears said something to the wounded and ran out.
Even the wounded couldn't hold him back.
It's very unkind for the Northern Army to come in like that.
"Go get some money, get more." Clinda Spears said to her younger brother, she took off her clothes and prepared to run over with a flattering look on her face.
But suddenly, his steps stopped.
The machine gunner on the Northern Army Humvee outside pulled the bolt of the gun, and an officer stood up. Clinda Spears could see the mocking smile on the corner of the other person's mouth and waved his hand!
Chug tug tug tug…
Bullets from all directions started shooting at the village!
He turned around and wanted to run, but... the bullets immediately beat him into pieces, and he lay on the ground, staring, still a little unbelievable.
Victor…
Isn't he afraid of arousing public anger?
The Hummer rushed into the village, and its thick tires ran over Clinda Spears' head. The vehicle weighed nearly 3 tons, and the head was crushed in an instant.
The machine gunners above were shooting at the villagers on the roadside.
No matter who you are!
If it is even slightly contaminated with drugs, it will be eliminated humanely!
The villagers were running around in panic.
An old man stumbled and fell directly in the middle of the road. He opened his mouth in horror and had no teeth. This was not because he was old, but... taking drugs will cause his teeth to fall out, making him look very old.
Bang~
His head came into close contact with the bumper of the Hummer, and he was pressed under the ground. His clothes were caught and dragged along forcefully. When he encountered a stone, there was a click and when he was detached, his facial features All were smoothed out.
Bloody and bloody!
When the wounded who were hiding saw this scene, they ran in panic, not forgetting... to take the stack of drugs that Clinda Spears had not finished smoking.
Really NMD, a poisonous insect is a poisonous insect!
He climbed up the window and crawled through the dog hole in embarrassment. Just as he was about to get up, he saw a pair of shoes. He raised his head in horror and saw an officer in a coat, with several Northern Army soldiers standing next to him.
"Found you, little mouse!"
…
An hour later, the village of Canterbury was ablaze.
At the gate of the village, the head of Clinda Spears, the local emperor who had been in power for more than ten years, was impaled on a wooden stake. The other eye was dead and hollow, and the eyeball... was stuffed into her mouth!
There is also written on the ground: Drug addicts! die!
February 6th.
A total of nearly 3,000 people were killed in 16 villages in Jalisco and Michoacán, eradicating all the poisonous insects’ footholds in the border areas.
The angry drug traffickers began to publicize Victor's atrocities in the media, and an American official at the United Nations even proposed that February 6 be established as a memorial day.
Commissioner to the United Nations Counter-Narcotics Agency: Joachim Ribbentrop went straight up to fight with the other party, talking trash, and four or five people couldn't hold him back.
"If you intercede with drug dealers again, I will kill your whole family, fuck XXXX!"
When he was pulled away, Joachim Ribbentrop pointed at the other party and cursed loudly. The Libyan representative next to him couldn't stand it anymore, "Aren't drug dealers human beings?"
"If you say one more thing, I'll beat you up too!"
It made the other party look very ugly.
After all, they all came from literary backgrounds. Before Victor appointed Joachim Ribbentrop as commissioner of the Narcotics Control Administration, he was the warden of a prison in a certain area. He was chosen because of his decisive and ruthless actions. Start drying.
He pushed aside representatives from other countries who were pulling him, straightened his wrinkled suit, stood on the steps, pointed at everyone present and said, "Remember, drug dealers will never be on the stage. Anyone who sympathizes with them, even If you help them behind the scenes, you will die! The Mexicans will never allow anyone to bring the drug business back to the past. If you want us to obey, then we will kill you. At worst, we will die together with a bomb. Do you dare? "
John Bull was stunned, the Gallic rooster touched his bald forehead, the furry bear sighed, the bald eagle looked unkind, and the other... quietly gave a thumbs up below.
here you go!
After Joachim Ribbentrop finished speaking, he led the people away.
Mexicans are once again arrogant in front of the world.
Also tell them, don’t try to summon the souls of drug dealers!
Of course, the Yankees refused to give up, so they asked the Austrian police to arrest him on the charge of harming others.
The Commissioner of the Drug Enforcement Administration is arrested, can Victor still remain calm?
The heads of 22 American drug traffickers were chopped off and thrown into Washington. The meaning is self-evident. If you dare to touch Joachim Ribbentrop, I will fight you to the end.
Tensions between the two sides in the border areas have increased again.
"His grandma's legs are playing tricks on me." Victor took the ashtray in his hand, looked around, and finally threw it on the table with a crisp sound, but he was still obviously very angry.
"I have already asked Mexico City to protest." Propaganda Minister Goebbels said, tilting his glasses.
"Protests will not have any deterrent effect. I think the "Suriname Fishing Boat Plan" can be implemented. We want them to show that we have the means and ability to destroy our enemies!" Horatio Herbert Key Chinna said solemnly.
They are all tough guys and never thought of taking a step back.
Also, it is impossible for a military group like Victor to retreat. If they win, they will be called a loner, and if they lose, they will commit suicide.
Victor glanced at Augustin Przeucir, and he nodded vigorously, "Leave it to us."
"Blow it up and let the Spaniards remember that poor people don't play with aircraft carriers!"
"Yes, General!"
After the meeting ended, Horatio Herbert Kitchener stayed, hesitated, and expressed his opinion, "General, I think we should find and support new anti-drug partners around the world and strengthen overseas forces. ”
"We need more people to speak for us, and we need more attorneys."
Whether a country is great or not depends not only on its own ability to fight, but also on how its younger brothers are and whether they are reliable or not.
Why did the Yankees surprise the whole world in the Gulf War?
Isn’t it the allied forces of more than 30 countries?
The Soviet Union is about to die at this time, and all the younger brothers have fled. At this time, the family is basically the only one.
But Latin America, this place, has been full of thorns since ancient times...
"for example?"
"Iraq!"
Victor narrowed his eyes and raised his head to look at the other person, "His son was almost killed by us, but I fucked his special envoy in front of the whole world."
"And... Saddam is taking drugs, don't you know?"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener:? ? ?
A dull look on his face.
"He... takes drugs?"
It really doesn't look like that. The other person doesn't look like a drug addict in front of the camera.
In fact, this was also recorded in the memoirs of a former Iraqi official after Victor's downfall. He started taking drugs in 1959, and often took heroin after he came to power!
Yes, anyone who dares to do this to the Americans is either a poisonous insect or a madman. Victor dares to be so arrogant, but he still takes advantage of the geographical advantage. As long as Mexico is in Central America, it is gone now.
"Although this road is not feasible, I think the idea is good. I am still serving as the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration. Drug traffickers in some countries are too arrogant. We have an obligation to teach them a lesson, such as Haiti and some African countries where drugs are legal. , what do you think?”
Send troops in the name of anti-drugs!
Such a familiar routine.
Change the template.
"Americans look down on the third world, but the third world happens to be plagued by capitalism, drugs, gun proliferation, human smuggling and other crimes. We should save them!" Victor crossed his hands and said seriously.
In fact, the most important thing...
Goldfinger isn't just for drug dealers.
Anyone who commits a crime gets points!
He had no strength before, but now... Victor wants to be a good person.
The world police is ready!
Horatio Herbert Kitchener half-opened his mouth when he heard his plan. Was it so radical?
General, are you really planning to replace Jesus?
"We don't have enough soldiers."
"Then continue recruiting. It's been three months since the new recruits, right? Distribute them to each regiment and distribute them according to the plan. Continue recruiting, and there will be another 40,000 people!"
"General, we already have 160,000 soldiers. Will it be too stressful to recruit more...?"
"If you don't have enough, go to other countries to eat. How can a living person be choked to death by urinating?"
One of the main reasons why Victor wanted to win the favor of third world countries was that the bastards led by the United States imposed sanctions and did not allow any circulation. The domestic economy could still hold up.
The things grown by farmers could be sold to the Northern Army. Victor had a lot of money in his hands and could temporarily circulate internally, but Mexico was a country with a high food shortage. Nearly 33% of the corn consumed was imported. Mexico imports about 17 million tons of corn each year, and the United States is a large part of Mexico's imported corn.
Both sides were holding each other back.
Your American agricultural products are unsalable, aren't you anxious?
If they are shipped to other places, the cost will also increase.
Let's wait and see who panics first in a year or two.
Some third world countries are very "rich".
"Your staff department should make a list of countries affected by drugs and crime, and we will select one to support them. On the road of joint drug control, we are not allowed to leave any comrade behind!"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded.
Victor's tentacles are really starting to reach out.
...
Suriname. Paramaribo.
You can see all kinds of skin on the street.
Because there are tropical rainforests, beaches and beautiful scenery in the country, Suriname's tourism industry is quite developed, but also because of its unique geographical environment, located in the north of South America, bordering French Guiana to the east, Brazil to the south, Guyana to the west, and the Atlantic Ocean to the north, its public security is the same as other Latin American countries.
Don't go out late at night!
Because the main race here is still black.
You know...
Plus after the military coup, everything here is not as good as imagined.
In a store with the words "spicy hot pot" written on it.
Standing outside, you can see that the lights are on inside, and the voices of men can be heard inside, "Open, open, open! Damn it, eight o'clock!"
A flat-headed man with a cigarette in his mouth, naked from the waist up, and tattoos on his body, threw two cards on the table with a flick of his hand, pointing at the opposite side, "You have the temper to eat my money, Ah San!"
The opposite side is of Indian descent, his face is black, or maybe he didn't wash it clean.
Pinching the corners of the cards hard, the Indian behind him kept shouting and exhaling, but the last flip, there were only three points, a wailing.
"Ah San is a scoundrel, Ah Guang, take the money!" The man laughed, and the younger brother next to him smiled and took the money. Some Ah San were unwilling to give up and reached out to take it, and a machete chopped directly on the table.
"If you do it, I will chop you to death today and throw you into the sea!"
"Chen Zhen, don't be so arrogant!" The gambling Ah San slapped the table in dissatisfaction.
"You slammed the table in front of me in Suriname? Are you tired of living? Fuck you!" The man took out a gun from his back and pointed it at the other person.
Asan Ge felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit, and finally said with a dark face, "Let's go."
He left with his men.
Chen Zhen smiled proudly and pointed at the money on the table, "Brothers, take it and divide it."
"Thank you, Brother Zhen!"
A group of younger brothers nodded with a smile.
"Brother Zhen, I want to take three days off." A local hot pot restaurant employee said with red eyes.
"What? Your mother died?"
"My mother was involved in a gang fight and died..." The employee burst into tears.
Chen Zhen was startled, frowned, took out 3,000 Surinamese dollars and handed it over, patted him on the shoulder, "Tell me if you need anything, you go and collect the body first."
"Thank you, thank you!" The other party nodded in gratitude, wiped his tears, and left with the money.
In this bird place...
Gangs are too common.
This is also one of the reasons why Chinese, Indians and some ethnic minorities are so united. If they are not united, they will die.
Chen Zhen looked outside and shook his head. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he saw a very handsome middle-aged white man walking in from the door. He was wearing a hat and took off his hat to salute him when he saw him.
"Benito? Why are you here?"
"I have a business to find you, Mr. Chen. I wonder if you have time to chat?"
Chen Zhen looked up and down at the other party and shook his head, "Come with me."
Benito smiled at his younger brothers, followed him, and went up to the office on the second floor.
"Sit down, what business? Who do you want me to help you get rid of?"
As a local snake, Chen Zhen's gang has always been fair in price, and they provide one-stop services such as chopping people and throwing corpses.
Do you think overseas Chinese...are really stable elements?
"I heard that a dozen Spanish soldiers made trouble in your territory two days ago? It was very unpleasant?" Benito asked.
Chen Zhen's face darkened.
A few days ago, a Spanish fleet docked at the port. The Spanish soldiers came out to play and made a mess on their own territory, harassing women, and even taking off their pants after getting drunk, and eating without paying.
This was too much, and the two sides fought.
Two Spanish soldiers broke three legs. Chen Zhen and his team also went in, but they had a deep background and were backed by Guangyi Hall, so they came out immediately, but the feud was settled.
"Why? You come to lobby for them?"
Benito smiled, took out a check from his pocket, put it on the table and handed it over, "This is 200,000 US dollars, I want to ask you to do me a favor."
Chen Zhen looked up at him.
"Do me a favor, I know that the Spanish go back to the market every day to buy a batch of vegetables, and most of those vegetable farmers are from Guangyi Hall, so I want to add something to the vegetables."
! ! ! !
"Add what?" Chen Zhen raised his eyebrows and asked.
Benito narrowed his eyes, "Ricin!!!"
He could already imagine the shock in the other party's eyes, but after waiting for a long time, Chen Zhen still looked confused, "What is that?"
Damn!
Illiterate!
Benito's face flushed, "It's just a spray."
"Although I don't know what it is, it's definitely not a good thing." Chen Zhen grinned and stared at him with a bad look.
What good can a poisonous thing be.
Seeing the other party's look, Benito understood at once, "I can add another 200,000 US dollars."
"Deal!"
Sure enough, as soon as the money came out, Chen Zhen's face instantly looked good and he smiled happily.
Benito looked at him, staring at him, "If something goes wrong, aren't you afraid? And, aren't you curious about who I am?"
"I don't care who you are, I'll do it if you pay me. If I were afraid, would I come to Suriname?"
"Do you know what I'm afraid of? I'm afraid that I won't make money and won't be able to face my family when I go home."
"I'm afraid of being poor! I'm not afraid of dying!"
"By the way, you can't buy on credit, you have to pay in full."
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