Working as a police officer in Mexico

"The International Amnesty Organization will launch a 'Gang Lives Matter Protest,' and we hope people around the world will join us in fundraising to support the people of Haiti!"

Well...

It's all just business.

"Mr. Simone Graham, how will you manage this money? Which foundation will you place it under? Or are you planning to use it to buy Mexican stocks?"

The embarrassed Secretary-General of the International Amnesty Organization left with a sullen face.

Don't be fooled by the grandiosity of its name.

Actually...

It's just a civilian organization.

And it's an organization with a very obvious political nature. They used to evaluate China frequently, but later, when Victor rose to power, they turned to evaluating Mexico.

But behind it... it's just someone trying to make money.

Mexico, inside the National Palace.

Victor cut a cigar, and Casare quickly helped him light it, expertly, while watching Simone Graham's shameless boasting on TV, "Boss, should we get someone to teach him a lesson?"

"Teach him a lesson?"

"Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Don't you think having a clown telling you stories every day is quite delightful?"

Victor took a couple of puffs, not inhaling, and then exhaled, watching Simone Graham retreat in a fluster, "He's not wrong, drug traffickers' lives are indeed precious. The Ministry of Agriculture said recently that there's a shortage of fertile soil, and I'm thinking of using their bodies as fertilizer."

The United States is already doing this kind of thing.

In some states, if bodies are unclaimed for more than six hours, they are taken to be used as fertilizer, but who really knows the specifics?

Take Philadelphia for example, you can see those "triple-screeners" everywhere, which are people abusing drugs. They're dying, and as soon as they fall, hey, there's a group of people rushing to transport their bodies to the local funeral home.

Then, after an unannounced six hours...

They just disappear...

Where exactly they go, only heaven, earth, and capital know.

Casare chuckled, "The Haiti gangs can't be used as fertilizer, they're obliterated to the point where there's not a speck left, just touching them would turn them to ash."

Victor laughed heartily, in a good mood.

"But we still need to observe humanitarianism; within the Green Zone, we must ensure the safety of the residents. We can recruit people from the civilians and quickly rebuild the grassroots governance in Haiti, then send reinforcements of an infantry division to Haiti. I just don't believe over 20,000 people can't control the situation in Port-au-Prince."

"Our essence is not to slaughter!"

Casare responded, "Boss, besides our areas, there have been attacks on civilians by the Mafia from Italy, the Tomahawks from Russia, the Yakuza from Japan, and the Aryan Brotherhood during this gang riot."

"Especially the Mafia in Italy, wantonly seeking revenge on Mexicans. A Mexican restaurant operating in Sicily was smashed, and a family of three were burned to death. They're still seeking revenge, demanding us to withdraw troops from Haiti and Salvador, and to apologize to Medellin."

World gangs united?

Are you kidding?

A bunch of ants threatening an elephant.

It's as ridiculous as a group of non-nuclear countries demanding denuclearization.

"What is Italy saying?"

"They say they are powerless."

Tui~!

Victor spat, "Can't do it? Or don't want to do it?"

"They're just trying to coerce us with these methods."

"Then let's do them!"

"Huh? Boss, are we going to send troops to Italy?" Casare was shocked.

Victor looked at him as if he was an idiot, "That is Italy, you think it's France? Surrender upon arrival?"

"Use your brain, we can't act, but you can find dogs, buddy. We have weapons, we have funds, there's always someone willing to be our dog."

Casare instantly got it.

"There's no end to underworld dealings, there's always someone willing to live recklessly. Earning a few dozen bucks a day on the assembly line is not as tempting as taking risks. I heard there are some big circle and Vietnamese folks in Canada, you can let Hydra contact them and help operate in the European market."

"You can disrupt the local order and help us with tasks, why not do it?"

Don't you just need guns?

I'll give you grenade launchers!

Want a Rocket Launcher?

How about a Barrett?

If you can't get the weapons, I'll get them for you. There's a saying, when the wind blows, even pigs can fly.

"What if they start trafficking drugs? Aren't you the most opposed to drug trafficking?"

Victor looked at him without answering…

Trafficking drugs, if they traffic drugs, even better, I'm not afraid of lacking points, I'll support them and when necessary, take them down again, isn't that internal recycling absorption?

"We can lower the bottom line a bit, be flexible." Victor patted his shoulder and said.

No wonder he's the boss!

Truly flexible!

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Jeff Bennett came in, a look of surprise on his face, "Mr. Leader, we've figured out what the American plan is!"

...

Washington.

The sky was overcast.

The atmosphere was all wrong...

Trash was everywhere.

Ye Zhenli sat in the luxury car, looking outside through the window, not speaking.

His cousin, Ye Jinghua, looked disappointed, "This is the United States? Doesn't seem that great."

"I thought the air would be fresh."

Ye Zhenli turned his head to him, smiling and shaking his head, "This land was wilderness hundreds of years ago. A bunch of bandits took it over and killed the natives. What good do you expect from it?"

Ye Jinghua nodded, the thought of their coming mission excited him, "Big brother, the Americans called us for cooperation, does that mean we're going to make a fortune? Also, who are we partnering with this time?"

"The U.S. military approached me, they want the Hell series formula."

"Ah?! The military? The military plans to deal drugs! Then if we give it to them, what do we do?" Ye Jinghua said anxiously.

"Don't you think surrendering is pretty nice?"

Ye Zhenli looked out the window, "This is called technological collaboration. We'll give them the latest, best synthesis technology. They'll use planes, submarines, even aircraft carriers to help us transport drugs. The nearly 300 U.S. overseas bases will provide us with sales services. Do you know what that means?"

"We will become the largest drug trafficking group in the world!!" As he said this, his eyes shone.

Ye Jinghua furrowed his brow, "But what if they play us? Once they get the formula, they kick us out?"

"They need a middleman unrelated to them, after all, it's the military, even when they're whores, they want a reputation. Maybe one day when things turn, they'll throw us out."

"Then why cooperate with them? Can't we do it ourselves?"

Ye Zhenli turned to him, shaking his head.

"How long would it take to reach number one on our own?"

?!

He was obsessed with those words, 'the largest in the world.'

Colombia's Medellin stays rampant.

The Thai-Burmese in the Golden Triangle are thriving.

The seeds in the Silver Triangle are prospering with the help of Mexican remnants.

There are supposed to be new rulers emerging back home.

And though the Hell series sells well, how many have their eyes on it? Plus, they take commissions, leaving you as just another manufacturer.

No channels lead to this.

Geopolitical protection is strict, you want in, you must fight, but he just wanted to sell drugs quietly...

Fighting isn't his forte!

Ye Zhenli knew that without leaning on a big backer, he'd be swallowed up early or late, so he sought one. In this Blue Star, is there a bigger supporter than the U.S. Military?

He came with many "concessions" in mind.

Even if the U.S. Military demanded a "seven-three" split, he'd agree!

Not letting go of a child won't ensnare a wolf!

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