Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Edgar Santos Castro from Barrio 18 has already issued the slogan "Defend Salvador," urging all overseas Salvadorans to return home to defend our freedom, because if Mexicans come, there will be no freedom of speech, and... human rights!"

The fat man, Salvador Espinoza, was immediately amused by this statement.

"Is he being a dog for the Americans while being crazy? Where is the freedom in Salvador? He's just looking for people to die blocking the guns."

"Maybe he's even planning his own escape."

Both are ancient turtles, who are you pretending to be a green turtle to?

Isn't there a TV now? Do they still not know how brutal Mexico Victor is?

Mexico's national television broadcasts anti-drug war films every day, which still have quite an audience. Moreover, international TV channels broadcast documentaries to the outside world.

It's about how Victor treats these drug traffickers...

Hummer dismemberment, helicopter head suspension, oil barrel ignition, butt-kissing (cutting off your head and stuffing it into your ass), and so on.

People watching almost want to vomit.

Even Salvador Espinoza feels that Victor has definite mental issues; this guy's head must have been kicked by a donkey when he was young.

Human rights organizations in Mexico have also protested, and then nothing...

Some people have marched and demonstrated, feeling that this kind of documentary hurts children, treating it as a dog's barking.

"So what do we do now? Shift our business focus to the United States?" Basil Pierce asked softly.

"What to do!"

"How do I know what to do? The United States is such a damn place; what people can you attract? Without people, we'll decline sooner or later, plus American gangsters..."

Espinoza squinted his small eyes, thinking, and only used one word to describe it, "Too competitive."

Salvador can only name two families, with only three or four famous gangs in Brazil, and though Mexico used to have many drug traffickers, only seven or eight had influence.

And in the United States?

There are close to 30 gangs with more than 20,000 members each, not to mention various anti-government organizations.

If we compete for food in the United States, MS-13 will starve sooner or later.

"We absolutely cannot abandon Salvador! Doesn't Victor want us to have no food to eat? Then we'll give him something hard!"

Espinoza's eyes showed madness, "Cause some explosions and chaos in Mexico, go home once, take people to kill the government officials, let them lift the agreement with Mexico."

"Most politicians are weak; cut a few fingers, and they'll know who Salvador belongs to."

After all, it's always been done this way before.

After founding MS-13, Espinoza successively threatened three presidents. When he was internationally wanted, his men cut off the hand of the president's son...

This counts as an old-time thief!

Anyone who hinders them from making money, all die.

Cutting off someone's financial road is like... like killing their parents!

Victor, fuck your mother!

Basil Pierce also nodded in agreement, frowning, "Maybe we need to discuss cooperation between the two gangs with Edgar Santos Castro."

"I will personally talk to him."

Espinoza's face trembled lightly, his expression serious.

And above the sky, a dark cloud was slowly approaching.

The leader of MS-13 was "scared" like this, let alone the gang members in Salvador.

Once this message was broadcast on television, it was noticeably felt as if a hand grenade had been thrown into a frying pan.

In a club in the capital.

"Run! Victor, Victor is coming!!" A drug trafficker who fled from Mexico hastily rolled up the bedding and continued to run.

"What are you scared of!" A manager-like person shouted, tightly grabbing the other.

"Boss, I quit, I quit, let me go, I want to go to Asia, I want to go to Thailand to become a monk." The former drug dealer fell to his knees and... cried in public.

This left the princess and a group of service staff watching dumbfounded.

Because when that guy came, he was fierce and ruthless, who wasn't afraid three points?

He's famous throughout the entire Red Light District, said to be some Los Zetas in Mexico?

Fought with Victor.

Record: Still alive.

That's already quite impressive, right?

The club manager licked his lips, feeling uneasy, "Avado, calm down, you need to believe us, Salvador is not Mexico..."

"Manager, I don't want to die, demons, they are all demons, they derive pleasure from killing drug traffickers, my former boss, he was tied in a helicopter by Victor and smeared with shark-attractant ointment, then bitten alive!"

A group of people felt a chill through their bodies after hearing that.

Indeed...

Even Satan would think he's a vegetarian when he meets Victor.

Avado struggled hard, the manager's hand didn't hold, letting him run away. The people behind were just about to chase when he reached out to stop them, "Forget it, let him go, coward scared out of courage!"

He spat discontentedly, turning to look at the other staff with varying expressions, waving his hand, "No need to worry, in Salvador, whether Victor is a dragon or a snake, he has to greet us. What are you afraid of."

"Alright, let's disperse, go and get busy."

After all, without direct experience, being said like this, many people felt slightly more at ease and left one after another, but all whispered in low voices.

The manager walked slowly back to the office with his hands behind his back, closing the door, his face turned pale instantly, quickly running to his desk, not noticing his steps, almost tripping, grabbing the phone to call his friend, "Hello, hello, Brian, help me buy four plane tickets, quickly, just tonight, to where?"

"Damn it, it doesn't matter where, just not staying in Salvador, oh yes, you go together, Mexico... the Mexicans have come in!"

Looks like this manager isn't too brave, huh.

And under such circumstances, Japan was the first to jump out, claiming that this was a military diplomatic means by Mexico, disrupting Latin American peace.

South Korea also jumped out.

But as they shouted, they suddenly discovered...

Dad! Dad! Dad!

Where's Daddy gone?

The Americans resolutely remained silent, which embarrassed them, making them sit down awkwardly.

But behind the scenes, the chess players hidden in the black night seemed to see that the United States seemed a bit exhausted.

It...

Seems unable to suppress Mexico.

Is there a chance we could also divide Latin America?

November 13th.

At 19:00 at night.

Dozens of media organizations gathered at San Salvador International Airport for live broadcasting.

The entire airport area was under military guard, and even civil aviation was suspended.

It must be known that the peace of El Salvador's civil war was only signed seven months ago.

Now it's a mishmash of people.

"Hasn't it arrived yet?" President Alfredo Cristiani Burkard softly asked the subordinate beside him, who looked at his watch, clueless.

"Should be arriving soon, the tower just received a descent request."

Suddenly, a whistle sound was heard from the sky.

Everyone present looked over, in the night sky, lights flashing, a plane was descending, but the specific model was unclear.

When it descended into the visual range.

The knowledgeable President Alfredo Cristiani Burkard frowned, "What transport aircraft is this? Doesn't Mexico use C-130s?"

"It... it seems to be a C-17!"

The defense minister beside him suddenly lowered his voice, "This thing was just successfully test-flown by the United States last year, I especially paid attention to it, it really looks like it, but the United States hasn't even commissioned it, how... does the Mexican military have it?"

...

The President Alfredo looked at him, "Are you sure?"

This question dumbfounded the defense minister, who after hesitating a moment nodded, "There's a picture of it in military magazines, I've seen it many times. Moreover, when it was test-flown it was a big news story, said to be an important U.S. Air Force asset, raising the operational range to global coverage."

"I remember very clearly!"

Listening to his confident tone, the air gradually quieted.

At this time, a weak voice said:

"Could it be... the United States surrendered to Mexico?"

Who was the bright one that said this?

Everyone couldn't help looking over, the young man hiding at the back immediately began to tremble his lips, lowering his head, no longer daring to make a sound.

Why don't you say, Kennedy was cursed to death?

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