Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1023 - 528: Distant drug trafficker, your dad is here!

Chapter 1023: Chapter 528: Distant drug trafficker, your dad is here!

November 5th.

Inside the President’s office at the National Palace.

President Qua Wuke Mot and Salvadoran Vice President Gianluca Leonard sign their names on the contract.

Then they stand up and smile while shaking hands.

Victor, Casare, and others beside them applaud.

Only reporters from the Mexican National News are present, capturing the moment.

Salvador will loan nine hundred and fifty million US dollars from the Mexican Empire Bank plus a fifty million down payment, to hire Mexico for maintaining its national security.

The term is for twelve years!

They have mortgaged their Rekongkawu Oil Field, gold and silver mine, and sulfur to the Empire Bank, and the latter will pay this sum to the Mexican Government.

Classic hand-to-hand transfer, additionally, Mexico will provide Salvador’s military with six "CH-47 transport helicopters" free of charge, with a leasing period of thirty years.

How is this not essentially free?

However, it’s called professionalism, even creating a lease contract.

It reads "Tourist Transportation Leasing," avoiding provoking neighboring Honduras.

After all, the two countries once fought over a football match.

But, Honduras isn’t much better now, it’s also "ran by gangs".

"A lot to ask from you, President Qua Wuke Mot," Gianluca Leonard says with a smile.

"Maintaining peace is our mutual responsibility."

Qua Wuke Mot glances at Victor, seeing he hasn’t spoken, he initiates again and detects Gianluca’s hesitant expression, then asks, "Is there any other issue?"

"I hope the civilian casualties don’t increase, and the destruction of some national facilities is best avoided."

"Absolutely no problem, when dealing with drug traffickers and gang members, we are professionals."

Gianluca fears Salvador might be turned into ruins, hearing this assurance, he feels slightly relieved.

Goebbels and others accompany Gianluca on exit, to inspect the sights of Mexico City.

Left in the office are the Mexico Police Department Minister: Robert Bill, Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener, and other relevant department figures.

"How’s the military reform going?" Victor sits in the chair, still feeling the warmth from the leather seat.

"The reform is complete, the files of 150,000 soldiers have been handed over to the police department and have been refitted," Robert Bill says.

"What plan does the Staff Department have towards Salvador’s drug traffickers?"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener nods, "We suggest initially using public pressure; most new members of MS-13 and Eighteenth Street Gang are Mexican fugitives, we’ll first incite internal fear!"

Only those who’ve faced fear know how terrifying fear can be, the Mexican Anti-Narcotics Force directly exposed their mental illnesses.

On the later battlefields, desperate drug traffickers could frequently be seen committing suicide, even in prisons, strangling themselves by hand.

"If local Salvadorans and these fleeing Mexican remnants develop internal conflicts, all the better; it’ll facilitate our attack. But we must adapt to local circumstances, they don’t have Mexico’s large-scale plantation areas, drug traffickers act more like intermediaries, mainly extorting and smuggling, overall lacking warlord scale, scattered. I suggest executing a beheading action, targeting the leaders of the two major gangs first!"

"To deter the others."

Victor, having fought before, could hear that Horatio Herbert Kitchener was still following the tactic of psychological warfare; kill the boss, and the others will panic, enabling a forceful push, they won’t fight desperately as the Salvadoran border is still open, at worst they can flee to Honduras or Colombia.

This is called superior strategic planning, the next best diplomatic strategies, military strategies, and lastly siege warfare!

At the Mexican Military Academy, after all, The Art of War by Sun Tzu is one of the electives.

"How many people do you think are needed?"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener paused, frowning, "Twenty thousand..."

Victor’s brow twitched.

Mexican Police Department Minister Robert Bill couldn’t help but speak, "Where would you deploy twenty thousand police? Salvador is barely larger than Belize, about the same as Tamaulipas State, and you need twenty thousand?"

"South Korea established a nation above a military base, while Salvador built upon gangs, with too few people, they can’t hold the scene, plus they have over a hundred police stations, border checkpoints countrywide, dispersed there aren’t many people."

Robert Bill remained silent, looking at Victor, twenty thousand...that’s bound to cost a lot.

"We initially intended Salvador as an enclave; if too few people, the local government will look down on us."

Usually not voicing opinions, Qua Wuke Mot suddenly spoke up, causing Victor to look at him.

Why is Latin America so magical?

Because there’s no stable regime, pro-AM today, pro-SU tomorrow, the day after my boss, I’m second, I work solo.

What kind of people haven’t been seen?

Qua Wuke Mot’s intent is clear: while relations are good, pressure them with personnel, and later if he tries pro-America driving us out.

Then see if he has that capability!

Convenience for occupation?

Contract?

That’s just paper; it’s only a contract when needed.

"Agreed!"

Victor nods, thinking, indulging bandits isn’t quite enjoyable, one needs points, let the drug traffickers die, and if the Salvadoran government plans to discard us like a donkey, he’s not against supporting a puppet closer to himself.

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