Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 729 - 410 Economy is the Foundation!_3

729: Chapter 410: Economy is the Foundation!_3

729 -410: Economy is the Foundation!_3

But such explosive force was useless against the TPz-1 armored vehicle.

Two minutes later, all 11 armored vehicles had left the battlefield, marching towards their destination.

“F***!”

A gang member with a red scarf was holding a large walkie-talkie, “The Government Forces have charged in, we can’t hold them back, we don’t have heavy weapons.”

“11 armored vehicles.”

“Understood.” Came the reply from the other side.

“Boss, should we still pursue?” a subordinate asked.

“With what?

Our legs?

Can you run faster than four wheels?” The man with the red scarf cursed, “Rearrange the battlefield, plant some more mines, we’ll hold off the troops behind us, the ones in front will naturally get trapped.”

The subordinate nodded.

“Got any water?”

The subordinate hastily pulled out a water bottle and handed it over, eagerly watching the other drink, he licked his own dry lips…

“Boss, can I have some…” he asked ingratiatingly.

The man with the red scarf glanced at him, sneered, “It’s not time to distribute water yet, we’ll talk about it when it’s time.”

The subordinate’s smile stiffened.

He eyed the other’s water bottle, opened his mouth, but eventually bowed his head.

The hierarchy within the gang was very strict.

But right now, he was feeling somewhat drained…

A resentment built up in his heart, why only the bosses get to drink water while we have to wait?

Aren’t we all supposed to be brothers?!

Why!

It’s unfair!!

The rookies of the Armored First Battalion had not yet submerged into the sorrow of losing comrades when they constantly encountered attacks from gang members.

In tight spaces, the armored vehicles were just sitting ducks.

But once you pick up speed, there’s basically no problem.

Gunshots and explosions were deafening.

On the top floor of the National Palace, Victor looked out gravely over the slums of Chimalhuacán.

“How many more brothers will be left behind there…” he sighed softly.

Casare stood behind him, “Boss, to die for the country is an honorable death!”

Victor waved his hand, speaking plainly in front of his own men, “The slum in Chimalhuacán is just the largest of 1100 slums nationwide, to truly solve this issue, we need to improve public welfare and boost the domestic economy, the vast gap between the rich and poor greatly affects our rule, and landlords and financial tycoons only exacerbate crime.”

“So in addition to land reform and nationalization of foreign corporations, I plan to impose a wealth tax and inheritance tax, and for setting up companies to initiate actual capital injections, reducing loan interests.”

“To reorganize the state banks, merging them into the Imperial Bank, with Walter von Ke as the bank president, who will also serve as Minister of Economy.”

Victor didn’t understand much about economics, but he knew one thing.

To accumulate wealth among the people, that is true wealth.

Similarly, throughout history, fallen regimes had one thing in common, no money; if we boost our domestic economy and raise taxes, our own status would also be more stable.

“Boss, we can also consider borrowing from other countries, or use some mining rights as collateral for funds, I wouldn’t really suggest borrowing from Europe and America, they are ruthless, I have heard China is also economically soaring, maybe we could borrow from them, if not, those Arabs could be an option as well.”

Casare covered his mouth, “They all want to increase their influence in North America.”

Victor’s eyes lit up.

This is something…

After the fall of the Soviet, the red nations suffered a massive blow, North Korea began to wobble, Vietnam and Cuba are self-doubting, the rabbit is definitely intended to replace it, they and the United States eye each other unfavorably.

One supports South Korea in Asia, then why couldn’t he have good relations with East University and push his influence into North America?

And the Arabs, for “well-known reasons”, have a poor image in the elite-Jewish dominated United States, portrayed only as terrorists, murderers, and other villains in Hollywood movies.

The United States is watching the world with tinted glasses!

They urgently need to showcase their charm in mainstream society.

But no one is willing to help them, North America’s Canada?

Impossible!

It’s merely a stooge.

Latin America, even less so in Europe.

But he could!

After all, he wasn’t exactly on good terms with the Yanks.

They wanted to take him out, but he’s living better than anyone else.

Repeatedly slapping the face, they still didn’t manage to take him down.

Hey!

And let’s not forget, his geographical location is quite valuable.

And most importantly, Mexico is extremely rich in various mineral resources, ranking first globally in silver, third in copper and graphite, sixth in sulfur and barite, seventh in molybdenum, lead, and zinc, and eleventh in manganese.

Mexico is the fifth-largest oil producer in the world!

Fundamentally not poor!

In the early 20th century, Mexico was the world’s second-largest oil producer, but the country’s oil resources were primarily controlled by the Anglo-American Oil Company; to use their own oil, Mexicans had to buy it at a high price from Britain and the U.S.

In 1938, then President of Mexico, Cardenas enacted the Oil Industry Nationalization Act, nationalizing 17 Anglo-American oil companies, a forceful acquisition, showing Mexico also had plenty of capable individuals.

“We can’t put all our eggs in one American basket, we’ve already achieved several victories over the United States, we have a say, we can make decisions for ourselves, let’s send someone to negotiate economic loans, aid, using these things as collateral.”

“And how much did the previous government owe the United States?”

“About 72 billion US Dollars…” Casare said.

“Pause the repayments, negotiate with the U.S.

to share the oil profits from before 1938 with us, otherwise, we won’t repay this money and will use it as a deduction for goods.”

Casare hesitated, “Boss, didn’t we want to ease relations with the United States?

Won’t this make Mr.

Rumsfeld uncomfortable?”

“We are partners, not a vassal state; we must fight for our due benefits, this won’t disrupt the overall trend, just maintain restraint militarily, some debts, if we can dodge, dodge, if not, you just concoct more reasons, like the damages they caused us in their last offensive, or the taxes evaded by American companies in Mexico.”

“Our cooperation with the Rumsfeld Family is private, but that doesn’t mean we have good relations with the United States.”

Casare suddenly realized.

Understood.

Scumbag!

That’s what I want, but I’m not responsible.

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