Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 428 - 300: Want My Fortune? Come and Save Me!_3
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This really is a dog leash.
Originally on a military dog, the scent can still be smelled.
Ludwig Becker dragged him by the hair, forcefully pulling him out of the car.
El Mencho wanted to stand up, but Becker kept him pinned to the ground.
"I am the leader of the Jalisco New Generation, I demand respect!" he yelled loudly, tugging at his head.
Mainly...
He didn’t want to lose face in front of Victor, after all, he often boasted that Mexico only had two heroes, Victor and himself!
He didn’t want to lose the dignity of a crime lord in front of his "rival".
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Hearing El Mencho’s request, Victor instead laughed.
"I heard that more than once at events, you said that you and I are the real confidants, and also, you especially like to hit people with ashtrays?"
"We are the same!" El Mencho shouted, "We were both born poor, we both unjustly fight against this world, we are the same kind of people, let me go, Victor, I have anything you want here, do you want to know who is the real financial backer of the drug industry?"
"Do you want to know how many people have a stake in the world of drugs?"
"Do you want to know how many people in your Northern Army are still taking drugs?"
"I have it all here!"
The Northern Army on drugs? Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others’ faces changed dramatically, this was a big problem, they carefully watched the General.
Victor, as always unruffled, looked down loftily at the other party.
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El Mencho’s face suddenly changed as he heard the other party continue, "What makes you think you’re on the same level as me?"
"Victor!"
"Take him away, announce to the public, on January 8th, 1991, El Mencho will be sentenced to death by a method I have invented. I will coat you in honey and let the African driver ants nibble on you, then inject you with adrenaline, and then let you watch yourself die bit by bit!"
El Mencho, on hearing this, went mad, and with strength from who knows where, lunged towards Victor. Ludwig Becker grabbed him by the neck from behind and, gritting his teeth, smashed it on his head.
He was left with a bloody face.
Two members of the Northern Army dragged El Mencho by the legs, pulling him back, his nails scraping violently against the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.
"Victor, you won’t die a good death!! You’re going to hell, you will go to hell!"
Victor’s expression was somber as he took out a pack of Camel cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and lit it, and looked at Ludwig Becker, patted him on the shoulder, and flipped his collar, "Well done, I won’t forget your merits, now I have a task for you."
"Please give your orders, General!" the young company commander replied eagerly.
As long as the General remembers me, wealth and honor are mine!
At the very least, he had secured the position of a battalion commander.
"Bring the captured relatives of El Mencho before him and kill them one by one, make sure he watches closely."
"Yes, General!"
Ludwig Becker walked away, his entire demeanor was filled with murderous intent.
Victor smoked, turning his head, his gaze fell on the senior officers present, "I’ve heard that quite a few people’s troops are still taking drugs."
Kennedy, anxious, was about to speak but was silenced by a look from Victor, he opened his mouth and then closed it again. As a four-star general and the highest-ranking commander besides Victor, he couldn’t afford to make a mistake!
Maintaining combat effectiveness in troops often involves doing some "discreet" things.
In World War II, Little Mustache’s German Army, for instance, was notorious for drug use; he himself was an addict who, with the "help" of a doctor, got the whole army skating – oh, by the way, that doctor’s name was Morell, a venereal disease specialist.
And Japan even invented the so-called "military rations pill", it would make you run around without sleep for days on end, easily covering a hundred and eighty kilometers in a single day, such was the Emperor’s blessing.
It cannot be denied that it indeed boosted combat capability to a certain extent!
But...
The Northern Army is the people’s anti-drug force, how can you dabble in this stuff?
Where would that leave Victor’s seasoned face?
"I’m giving the troops time for self-examination, those using drugs will be dismissed from the army and sent to prison for reformation, in a month the Thirteen Protectors will be stationed within the army, and if I find out anyone is still using drugs, they will be shot on the spot!"
"Gentlemen, any powerful organization begins to crumble from within, I do not want, a hundred years from now, our hard work to have been in vain!"
Victor was furious, "If I find out any of you are taking drugs, I will stuff your heads into your asses!"
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After he finished speaking, he walked into the command post with a dark face.
Once he left, Kennedy stood up and said in a grave voice, "Did you all hear that? Tell the frontline troops if they can’t handle it, they might as well retire. I don’t want to find out, or I’ll strangle them with my own hands!"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and the others exchanged glances and then immediately stood to attention, "Yes, sir!"
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El Mencho’s "one billion dollars" bounty escalated!
Victor, you can fight alright!
I acknowledge that your men are top-notch.
But, we’re after money, not lives!
Some PMC organizations (Private Military Contractors) have already started to move, beginning to infiltrate Mexico.
A sense of impending storm filled the air.
Victor hung up the phone with a grim face, the 7th call...
Even the last one was from the so-called "The Hague Tribunal," their people wanted to extradite El Mencho to stand trial, and furthermore, they demanded cooperation!
The Hague Tribunal?
What sort of rubbish organization?
You don’t have artillery or nuclear weapons, your voice is getting annoying.
Victor massaged his temples.
"General, FBI’s Mr. Pearson is on the line," Jason Bourne said, coming over with a mobile phone.
FBI wants to get involved too?
Victor took the phone, "Hello!"
"Good evening, Governor."
"Mr. Pearson, we have a good relationship, right? Don’t make things difficult for me," Victor directly blocked the other party’s words.
The other person was rather embarrassed, "The Director said he could lock El Mencho in the highest-security prison, so you don’t have to worry about him escaping."
"Only dead men can’t escape!"
"To tell you the truth, I personally agree with your view. Keeping a drug trafficker alive is nothing but trouble; death is the final destination," Pearson agreed with his view, "but after all, the FBI’s Director is Mr. Clark, and he wanted me to ask you if this will affect our relationship."
"What do you think? Our cooperation is based on mutual respect, and this is provoking my bottom line."
Pearson was really at his wit’s end.
He had a high moral standard, considered one of the "good guys" in the FBI, mainly because of his good relationship with Victor.
"I’m just a senior assistant..."
Victor squinted, sat up straight, and suddenly said, "Sir, do you want to be the Director of the FBI?"
The person on the other end, Pearson, was taken aback, laughing nervously, "Don’t joke like that, Governor..."
He hadn’t finished speaking when Victor interrupted him, "Perhaps, you could come to Mexico. I think we should meet and talk. I believe the relationship between the FBI and the Northern Mexican Army can become even closer!"
"I look forward to seeing you in Tepic, sir."
Victor hung up the phone without waiting for a response.
He intended to keep Mr. Assistant up all night!
Suddenly someone tells you that you’ve won the lottery; even if you know it’s impossible, you still entertain that bit of hope, thinking good luck might befall you.
This...
It’s all about playing psychological games!
No one is without desires. Even the dead vie for a gravesite with good Feng Shui.
"One billion dollars, huh!"
Victor looked at Jason Bourne and said with a smile, "What do you think if I release him and then capture him back, will he give me the money?"
Captain Jason’s expression was like this: ∑q|ﾟДﾟ|pﾜｵｫ!!!(ﾟﾛﾟ屮)屮(@д@)/?!
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