Working as a police officer in Mexico

"The 5.27 Gendarmerie Plaza Massacre shocked Mexico, as well as the entire world."

But Carlos had already thought of a countermeasure.

He blamed the massacre on the drug traffickers and declared, "In response to this act, the Mexican Government will launch a nationwide crackdown on drug traffickers!"

"To bring justice to the deceased."

Carlos, appearing on television with a face full of grief and seriousness, said, "I offer my condolences on behalf of myself and the Mexican Government to the victims' families. I harshly condemn the violent acts, as they are inhumane and unacceptable!"

"I will personally donate two years of my salary, a total of 200,000 Pesos, to provide humanitarian aid to the families affected by this incident."

The Department of Public Security, Mexicali State.

Victor, holding a coffee, watched this scene and couldn't help but laugh, "I remember the servant who wipes his ass gets paid 200,000 Pesos a year, right?"

Alejandro also felt disgusted!

Casare and Best exchanged glances.

What does it feel like to live in a country where every corner is infested with drug traffickers, where even the cobwebs above your head are laced with drugs?

Disgust!

Naked disgust.

All of these people deserve to die!

"Do you think the chances of him stepping down are high?"

"Given how thick his face is, what do you think? When the time comes, he'll just sacrifice a few scapegoats. Unless he resigns himself, truly no one can make him step down," Victor said, his expression becoming somewhat solemn.

The power of Salinas was too great. Victor had heard several names from Raul's mouth, individuals who monopolized oil, telecommunications, media, and so on.

This was the equivalent of Victor VS the Mexican financial oligarchs + drug traffickers!

He checked his points: 1197892118!

Over a hundred million!

It was time to unleash the troops!

"He must be hiding in some corner now, gathering his comrades, planning to snipe at us. I don't have that much time to play political games with them. If Mexico is full of evil, then we use our fists to knock everyone down!"

"And then tell them, 'The fist of justice has arrived!'"

Victor put down his coffee on the table, "Cut down the compositions of the state and local police, rename it to: Lower California National Guard, 15,000 recruits. I propose that I take the position of Secretary of Public Security for Baja California, Mister Alejandro as Governor, and Casare as the Senior Assistant to the State and as Mayor of both Dan Senada City and Guadalupe Island City."

"All military units in Lower California must either leave or be automatically incorporated into the Lower California National Guard!"

Alejandro and the others widened their eyes, feeling that Victor had gone mad. His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled, "Carlos and the others won't agree to this."

"Then let them send someone over to replace us, if they dare!"

Alejandro didn't know how to respond to that.

Everyone knows you have a bad temper; who would dare to come?

They feared they might step on a landmine along the way, and then you would announce: The new Governor... has been eaten by a tiger.

Your mouth is good for nothing but spewing crap.

"Are you planning to…" Alejandro still didn't dare to speak the words of secession. The matter was far too grave.

Victor, looking at them, suddenly laughed, "How could that be possible?"

"This country isn't just Carlos's. We have enemies, and they too have enemies. I remember you said his opponent was called…"

"Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas!"

Alejandro even showed a hint of a smile when mentioning this name, "He's the cleanest politician I've ever seen; he never cooperates with any drug traffickers and even lives with his wife in a rental house."

"?? There's someone like that?"

"His father is the greatest man in Mexico to this day, Lázaro Cárdenas del Río!"

Casare and Best suddenly had a realization.

In contemporary polls, Cardenas is considered one of the most popular Presidents of Mexico, and the public's admiration for him is extreme.

"Because of his father's legacy, many drug traffickers wanted to bribe him, but the money they sent was donated by him to orphanages, and the gold they brought was handed over to charities. He only drew a modest salary from the government every month, and his children even had to drop out of school several times because they couldn't pay the tuition.

When drug traffickers paid his children's tuition, he pulled his son back home directly,"

"He is a true warrior in every sense of the word!"

"His anti-drug ideology made many people despise him to the bone, even the brutal Gallardo considered him a close friend and mentor. When drug traffickers held a gun to his head and demanded he join their organization, he said, 'Death has never been what I fear; it's the filth!'"

"But later on, the methods of the drug traffickers became more vicious. His wife was left disabled by a car accident, his son was kidnapped, and he himself was once shot three times in a row but fortunately unharmed. He was never afraid, just like his father."

Hearing Alejandro's words, everyone was filled with respect!

"Victor, Mexico is not just you alone, and you have never been fighting alone. There are many people willing to sacrifice for their country. They may not have rifles, grenades, or soldiers, but their love for their country is no less than anyone else's."

Victor nodded, "Please invite him and his family to Baja California, let him see a place without drug traffickers."

"After he has finished visiting, we'll talk to him about the position. I believe he will support our ideas."

For a true anti-drug warrior, he was respectful!

This is called having a common cause with someone.

Alejandro nodded vigorously.

The office atmosphere became a bit heavy due to the topic of Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas. Victor stood up, stretched his neck, and looked at Best, "Buddy, you probably can't stay in Mexico for the time being."

You might just get killed at any moment.

"I want you to take a trip to the Soviet Union."

Best was taken aback: "What for?"

Victor found the coffee too bitter, not as comfortable as smoking, "That huge Russian Bear is dying, maybe this year, or maybe next year, but I have a feeling it's going down!"

Everyone present was startled by his words.

In fact, in the 20th century, there were only three countries: the United States, the Soviet Union, and the countries of the Third World. Those two superpowers tugged at each other for decades, affecting the global structure.

And now the big boss was suddenly saying, the Russian Bear is about to die, and that joke was not funny at all.

Seeing the disbelief in everyone's eyes, Victor didn't say much more, just smiled, "Maybe it's just my illusion, but it must be tough over there right now. Take the money and go recruit people."

"I need a lot of veterans with combat experience, you can try to recruit them, Alpha, Signal Flag, even the KGB."

Victor needed them to serve as junior officers in the soon-to-be-established "Lower California National Guard."

And the KGB personnel would be the backbone of the intelligence department.

Uh-huh!

The police force of Duke Victor was becoming more and more "militarized." Of course, don't think too much. This was just to deal with the increasingly arrogant drug traffickers!

To be able to strike them more effectively.

Victor leaned forward, "If you have the chance to meet the person in charge with actual power, you might ask if they are willing to sell the Tupolev Tu-160."

Best's face stiffened.

Seeing his expression, Victor laughed, patting him on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, I'm just joking."

The Tupolev Tu-160 is also available for exchange in Golden Finger.

But the price is too high, at 150 million points, those points are enough for Victor to form an army of several thousand men.

Later, India even planned to spend 10 billion US Dollars to purchase six, at an average of 1.6 billion each, which was still expensive.

But now that the Russian Bear is dying, there could always be installments, possibly cheaper.

Canned food can be exchanged for two planes; I could always trade coats if needed!

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