Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 710 - 404: The world is bustling, all for the sake of profit; All under Heaven!_2
"Boss, doesn't that make us bodyguards for the Rumsfeld Family?"
"Being a bodyguard is fine, as long as there's something good to take. As long as the old man stays in that position, he's going to supply us with a lot of good stuff. The most important thing is, during his term, he will absolutely not provide political support to Southern drug traffickers, and he'll even help us quickly win this drug war!"
"After the country is restored, don't you think he'd be tempted by the support of a nation with a population of 200 million?"
Casare furrowed his brows tightly, he still couldn't understand why this cooperation seemed so "easy"...
Even a bit frivolous.
Couldn't understand it, truly couldn't understand it.
"Alright, help me order a big bouquet of flowers to be delivered to Belsaria's press office, and have someone write a cheesy love letter for me."
"Boss, that's hardly sincere."
Victor smiled and pointed at him, "Only the poor talk about sincerity, something so intangible, that's what makes it more precious to them."
There's actually some truth to that.
Casare was scratching his head, about to leave the office, when Victor called out from behind, "Oh, and have someone bring Caesar and his mother to Mexico City, keep a close watch."
"Got it, boss."
Victor having a son was known to some, but there were already whispers outside since Krista Schroeder had not been seen for a long time. Some speculated she had been "kept" by him.
Being a son wasn't so easy after all.
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Every three steps in Mexico City there's a post, every five steps there's a sentry, three or four Humvees on a single street with anti-aircraft machine guns, who dares to cause trouble?
If you have a tattoo on your arm, you'll be questioned for a good while.
But to pull the rats hiding in the sewage system out, it's really not easy.
How many people live in and around the Capital?
23 million!
The fact that Goodrian managed it with only a battalion was truly surprising, otherwise, he wouldn't have been promoted to Major General and now even holds the position of the Capital's Military officer!
Everyone knows that a new military star is rising.
23 million people, if the drug traffickers truly hunkered down, they could hold out for four or five months, using a bunch of people as cannon fodder...
But Popovich's death and the Northern Army's rapid advance had already broken the drug traffickers' psychological defenses, scattering them.
But the silver lining is that Mexico City and its ancient buildings have not suffered too much damage.
Victor should really award Popovich a "Best Peace Prize."
Thank you for dying early.
Chimalhuacán comes from the indigenous Nahuatl language of Mexico, meaning "Place of the Shield."
This city, established in 1259, had a significant place in Mexican history, but now it is famed for its massive slums.
6 million poor people living in self-built homes, some even made of plastic, with the air permeated by a stench.
Here you can see the inequality between people.
The only fairness might be that whether you are at the peak of Wall Street or in the gutters of Chimalhuacán, you drink from the same can of Coke.
At the entrance of the slum streets, there are signs erected.
"No Photography!!!"
"Locals Accompany!!!"
These all come from previous government signs.
Some tourists are too foolish, entering out of curiosity, shooting everything with DV cameras – capturing drug transactions and pointing cameras at people, do you think they would let you off?
Some idiots, even with a local guide advising them multiple times, do not listen, resulting in harm to the guide.
Even the police have to follow rules here.
Unless...
You come in a tank.
Buzzing~
6 M48 Patton medium tanks, 4 TPz-1 armored vehicles, and 6 M551 Sheridan light tanks idle like old engines, somewhat trembling.
Behind them follows 2 battalions comprising of over 2000 fully armed soldiers.
Their mission...
To deliver medicine and food to the slums and to promote government policies.
You hear, then I speak; you don't, then I'll cut off your ears and shout into them with a megaphone!
Avi Eisman, in his clean suit with shiny polished shoes and wearing sunglasses, looked at the empty space raising his eyebrows, then turned to a fat man beside him, "Didn't you notify them properly?"
The fat man wiped the sweat off his face, 'No, no, no, I've notified them, I've told the people that there would be distribution of supplies today and asked them to come over quickly.'
Avi Eisman smiled, the scar at the corner of his mouth stretching, making him look all the more sinister, "It seems they're not very accustomed to giving me face, huh."
This guy is something!
5th Battalion Commander, nicknamed "The Butcher!". Why did he catch Goodrian's eye? It was because, during his time in Torreon, he served as the Slum Committee Chairman, responsible for… cleaning up trash.
He did it very nicely.
That day, the population of Torreon Slum was halved!
No disputes, no thefts.
This is also one of the reasons he was sent here; of the 6 million population in Chimalhuacán, someone has to do the dirty work.
"Sanders!" Avi Eisman called out, and a Captain responded, "Take your two platoons and accompany me to show sympathy to the villagers."
"Yes!"
"The rest stay at your positions, stay alert, and protect the supplies. If anyone sneaks around stealthily, shoot to kill."
The fat man on the side chuckled awkwardly; this Northern Army had quite an intense aura.
"Let's go, where are the troublemakers around here?" Avi Eisman patted his shoulder, "Don't tell me you, the Village Head, don't know, otherwise I'll hang you from the tank."
