Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 439 - 304: "Have I Become the Villain?"_2

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Rat-a-tat-tat…

He was mowed down, and the security room was riddled with bullet holes.

Two guards lay dead on the ground, their eyes wide open in death.

Told you...

You should have listened!

Santos pursed his lips, exchanging a glance with a childhood friend, "It was an accident..."

On the other end of the phone, the General Manager Claude Criville, who had been smoking in his office and chatting with several guests, suddenly altered his complexion upon hearing the gunfire.

"Manager, the Northern Army is here," his secretary said in a panic.

The smoke in Claude Criville’s throat caught, and he couldn’t help but cough violently.

The few guests also showed a pallor of astonishment.

"Quick! Hide the goods in the warehouse into the secret passage!" Claude Criville said anxiously.

"Yes, the goods mustn’t be wrong; you’ve already received our final payment. If there’s a mistake, you’ll have to compensate," said one of the nervous customers they were hosting.

That was 30 tons of drugs to be shipped to Europe, developed by the Mexicali Company, with a very high purity and intoxicating profits.

This was the crux of it.

Which pharmaceutical company in Mexico didn’t traffic drugs?

However, many of them had the shadow of foreign capital behind them.

Claude Criville instructed his secretary to deal with it and then jogged down to stall the soldiers.

As he ran downstairs, he saw that the office area was already under control, with dozens of employees standing shivering on the side.

He emerged with a forced smile, extending his hand, "Gentlemen, is there anything you need help with?"

Looking at his extended hand, the company captain snarled, "As of now, Mexicali Pharmaceuticals is seized!"

Claude Criville’s face instantly turned green; the 30 tons of goods shipped to Europe were worth over two billion US dollars—if lost, he couldn’t afford it.

The drug war in Mexico had directly hiked the global price of drugs. Shipping costs from the Golden Triangle to Europe and America had to increase by half, and the profitability wasn’t too high, with some areas even seeing scarce drug availability.

As long as there was money to be made, capital would sell the chains that strangled itself.

"Sir, please come to the office for a sit. I’ve got some fine Cuban cigars," Claude Criville said, still squeezing out a smile.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~

At that moment, the walkie-talkie clamped to the officer’s uniform crackled, "Company captain, we’ve caught people moving goods in the warehouse—it’s all drugs! At least tens of tons, hey! Stay still! Get down! Fire! Fire…"

Suddenly, there were shouts followed by a barrage of gunshots at the other end.

The captain, staring at the horrified face of Claude Criville, said, "I don’t think you want to die, do you?"

Criville collapsed onto the ground, his face pale!

It was over.

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The assets of Standard Oil Company in Northern Mexico were frozen, the CEO arrested, and the delivery of crude oil to the United States and European countries was suspended; oil companies in the United States and Spain were closed!

The shares of Amtrak in Northern Mexico were confiscated—Americans had controlled this transportation hub for nearly a century.

Wall Street went completely "crazy"!

These tycoons couldn’t bear to "earn less" even for a day, using all their energy to pressure the White House and the Pentagon.

Many finance journals exclaimed, "Mexico has gone mad! Victor has gone mad!"

A Red Party congressman even shouted on Capitol Hill, "Go to war! Kill Victor, protect our assets, no one can take what belongs to us!"

Those extreme rednecks were seething with fury!

The most troubled were the American anti-narcotics supporters backing Victor; they were beside themselves with worry.

The sudden downturn in US-Mexico relations was eerily similar to the events of 1962!

And in this climate, the 32nd Missile Brigade made the first move.

They launched a "training dummy missile" towards San Francisco, which landed on a farm, nearly freaking the farmers out enough to summon Jesus right there.

This incident thoroughly cooled relations between the two countries to rock bottom!

Victor’s message was clear.

If you delay my drug banning efforts, the next missile will be real.

Bang!

Old Bush slammed his fist on the table, trembling with anger—he had never encountered such a serious "provocation" during his term!

Especially the "plundering" of American assets in Mexico, including a certain Overby Oil Development Company, which was founded by him in 1951 and currently belonged to the Bush Family.

His first job after graduating from college was as an oilfield supplies salesman; thus he had good relationships with many oil companies, and a significant portion of his campaign finances had come from there.

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Victor had meddled with the energy sector, and it was certain he couldn’t be allowed to continue his "rampage."

He summoned CIA Director Richard James Curl and berated him, "Aren’t you ashamed to take taxpayers’ money? Where do Mexico’s missiles come from! Who can tell me?!"

Richard also wanted to know the answer to that question.

But those CIA agents simply couldn’t find the source.

That didn’t stop him from making things up, "We’ve found that he’s gotten very close to the Soviets."

What is the CIA? It’s a bastard, a fraud, a ruthless scumbag!

No evidence?

As long as the CIA wants it, by tomorrow there’ll be an "informed source" leaking information.

Old Bush was shocked, but he quickly cast a stern glance at the other man, Richard James Curl, who lowered his head, now pretending to be very humble.

The Big Ben clock inside the office tick-tocked, tick-tocked, these minutes felt especially agonizing.

"Take him out."

Just as Richard James Curl was getting restless, he suddenly heard a calm voice in his ear, he abruptly looked up, meeting Old Bush’s gaze.

"Whatever it takes, I don’t want a strongman to emerge during my term, he..." Old Bush didn’t finish his sentence, but Victor’s youth scared him.

If he lived a long life, Victor could even "rule" for nearly 50 more years!

NMD, what kind of neighbor is it that fires missiles without negotiation?

Terrifying!

Old Bush felt immense pressure. The Russian Bear was in its death throes, and his neighbor, just a few meters away, had become such a wild beast, an utterly unreasonable madman!

He couldn’t understand, weren’t we cooperating pretty well?

You even sent troops to attack Iraq not long ago, joining the Anti-Iraq Alliance, and now you’ve changed?

Won’t that stop your drug trafficking?

You’re being disobedient!

After leaving the presidential office, Richard James Curl cracked a smile. The CIA beast could finally be unleashed!

"Wait for your trial, Victor!"

Richard didn’t know why, but he suddenly remembered what his deceased secretary Steven had said, "As long as I’m alive, I won’t allow Victor to betray."

Hm...

Now you’re dead, and he’s betrayed.

Steven, you really are as accurate as Jesus.

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November 3rd!

In the days following the US-Mexico "split" conflict, the whole world was watching, but Victor seemed very calm.

Americans wouldn’t dare to wage war so close, nor did they have the resolve!

If there really came a day when they were determined to annihilate Mexico, Victor would distribute weapons to his "believers," arm each with an AK47, and millions would charge towards the United States!

Taking over the land Jesus never set foot on, shouting Victor’s name atop Capitol Hill!

But to prevent border issues, the staff had already planned to scale down the combat plans, originally intended as the "Northern Recovery Plan" all the way down!

Now it seems, strategic adjustments need to be made.

But there are still not enough soldiers.

Victor scanned his Golden Finger points, 1.976 billion!

Time to recruit troops!

Though it seemed like a lot, using it to recruit elite soldiers wouldn’t even net him 20,000 people.

Victor thought for a moment, planning to initially increase the 12,000 "direct" soldiers in the army to 25,000, then swiftly expand to 200,000!

A ratio of about 1:8 would ensure a strong hold over the rank and file without opposing voices.

But... the pressure was truly immense.

Still the old problem, unable to afford it...

As Victor was deliberating, Captain Jason Bourne rushed in, his face grave.

"General, the Zapatista National Liberation Army in Chiapas State, the Gulf Group, the Sakat Tiger Organization, the Irish Resistance Army, Spanish ETA, Boko Haram, and over 30 other domestic and international organizations have announced in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, the formation of the ’Anti-Victor Alliance!’"

"The intelligence department also intercepted messages that there’s a hidden hand integrating them, providing weapons, ammunition, and personnel training, including the UK’s MI6, the US’s CIA, Spain’s national intelligence, and Mossad!"

Victor, smoking a cigarette:

"So, I’m the villain now?"

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