Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 483 - 322: Celebrating Emperor Wei’s 30th Birthday!_2

This sounds like a joke, but when you think about it carefully, it’s actually pretty sad.

The United States is just a country bound by capital. Patriotism? Who’s going to love it? It’s all just for the sake of maintaining their own interests, even military conscription needs yellow advertisements. A person like Forest Gan...

simply couldn’t exist!

"Let him go."

After Stanfield Turner gulped down his coffee, he crumpled the cup into a ball and tossed it into the trash can, "Have someone keep an eye on him."

"Understood!"

After being detained for over a dozen hours, Forest Gan was released. When he walked out of the police station, many people gathered outside, cheering and waving their arms as they saw him emerge.

And the members of the Blue Gold Society rushed up to wrap their boss in his coat.

"Comrades!" Forest Gan raised his hands, and as he pressed them down, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

"We!"

"Are striving to make America great again!"

Howl!!

The crowd boiled over once more upon hearing these words.

"Forest Gan..."

Someone in the crowd began shouting, and gradually, more and more people joined in.

For the first time, Forest Gan’s name reverberated to the skies!

Stanfield Turner watched this scene from the top floor, squinting his eyes and glancing over, "An activist?"

"An activist, but still serving capital, huh!"

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The United States was in a stir, while at that time, its neighbor Mexico was extremely repressed!

Because it was time to broadcast the execution of El Mencho live!

January 8th.

It was Victor’s birthday.

He turned 30.

Celebrating with the head of a major Mexican drug lord.

The whole country was given a day off to watch the broadcast.

If anyone had to work, they’d be paid triple for the day.

From eight in the morning, the camera was aimed at Tijuana Prison, where three jail guards with skull masks marched to the innermost cell, inside which El Mencho could be seen huddled up, seeming... starved and emaciated!

The door opened, two jail guards strode over, grabbed him by both sides, and were about to drag him out when El Mencho suddenly lifted his head, "Don’t kill me... don’t kill me... one billion dollars, I’ll pay for my life with money. Victor... no, Governor, don’t you want money..."

"Shut up!" shouted the jail guard in the middle, delivering a kick to his face, and a bone-crunching crack could be heard as his face seemed to cave in.

El Mencho’s chest heaved rapidly as his body trembled.

"Drag him away!"

This was a global broadcast, meaning if you wanted to watch, you had to pay the licensing fee, and, not to mention, the name El Mencho was worth a fair amount of money.

More than 30 countries around the world purchased the broadcasting rights, with the wealthiest being in Asia. Singapore and South Korea paid the highest price, reaching three million dollars!

Just the broadcasting income reached an astounding 20 million dollars.

Tsk tsk tsk...

El Mencho, this dumbass, if in the future the execution is "Victor," wouldn’t that be explosive?

El Mencho was hauled onto a police vehicle, given fairly good treatment by the Governor’s Mansion, with armored vehicles leading the way, three Mi-8 helicopters escorting from above, the road cleared, and over 4000 soldiers alerting the entire city!

One billion dollars, someone would always be tempted.

When the detainee convoy passed by Tijuana Business Plaza, over twenty Humvees waiting at the intersection joined the convoy, with the fully armed Northern Army lifting heavy machine guns and vigilantly watching the surroundings.

Inside a two-story building on the edge of the plaza, seven or eight men watched the scene tensely.

"Boss, are we still going to do it?" a bald-headed man nervously asked.

They belonged to a private mercenary company and initially didn’t plan to get involved, but one billion dollars!!!!!

They couldn’t help but come "to take a look."

The boss was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "Give it up."

The brothers all heaved a sigh of relief. They were mercenaries, not kamikazes. What kind of mercenary could take on the regular army face to face? How many bullets could you bear?

Could you survive cannon fire?

Most importantly, even if by some luck they rescued El Mencho, could they leave safely?

Just consider it...

Attending a "drug lord" meetup.

After the convoy made a round around the main urban area of Tijuana, it drove into the new execution grounds at ten o’clock in the morning. Many international TV presenters instantly perked up.

Singapore: This time, the method for executing the big drug trafficker El Mencho is... an ant nest? A particularly Mexican invention, which involves smearing El Mencho’s body with honey, then dropping him into a pit three meters deep and two meters wide filled with over 15,000 South American bullhorn crazy ants...

South Korea: Ah shibal! Victor is as brutal as Quan Xiaojiang, such an inhumane act is simply disgusting!

Thailand...

Cambodia...

When El Mencho was dragged out, he pissed himself!

Urinated in fright in front of the whole world!

"I want to see Victor! I want to see Victor!!"

"Jalisco New Generation can surrender! I can make them surrender! Victor, spare my life! You don’t want to start a war, it will kill even more people," he cried out, throwing all cards he could play before his death.

Thump, thump...

The sound of hastened footsteps approached as a colonel ran over. El Mencho looked at him with bloodshot eyes filled with hope.

"The Governor says, ’Kill!’"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Northern Army loudly chanted, and El Mencho fell to the ground. Soldiers dragged him by both sides to the pit.

"Victor! Governor! Sir! General! General! General!" El Mencho’s exclamations changed rapidly.