Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 430 - 301: If You Don’t Learn Math Well, You Won’t Know When You’re Being Cheated!_2

This famous city, with a hundred years of drug trafficking history, at this moment...

welcomed the dawn of drug prohibition!

The drug traffickers within the city were truly panicking; they kept retreating. Without this stronghold, were they still the CJNG?

Were they still that proud CJNG who executed mayors on television?

Were they still the warrior brigade that dared to charge at the regular army?

They absolutely could not shrink back!

The Colombians didn’t agree, the CIA didn’t agree, many high-ranking members of the North American Drug Trafficking Group didn’t agree.

Pablo even appeared on television, calling for drug traffickers across Latin America to help Jalisco, "Their today might be our tomorrow! This cannot be allowed to happen; we must fight till the last Mexican!"

"Please hold on, help is on the way!"

Pablo indeed was a man of his word; he had initially sent people to support Guzman, but the Sinaloa Drug Cartel collapsed too quickly, not leaving enough time to be effective, and those people were forced to retreat to Guatemala.

Now, with a wave of his hand!

Counterattack!

Bomb Jalisco into ruins, leaving nothing for the Northern Army.

Brothers among the drug traffickers in the city, listen, we are coming!!

After Pablo’s message, several guerilla units in Southern Mexico and the remaining forces of the Gulf Group also came forward, declaring they would defend Guadalajara to the death!

And...

began launching terrorist attacks throughout Mexico and assassinating some high-ranking officials, demanding the Northern Army withdraw.

On the morning of October 24 at seven o’clock, the Northern Governorship’s office in Mexico City suffered a suicide attack, killing 11 innocent bystanders and three employees of the office.

Three hours after the explosion, the deputy director of the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, Victor’s loyal friend, and the executor of "Crystal Night" in Mexico, Harris, was ambushed on the road; his driver and bodyguard were killed, and he escaped into the sewer but was shot three times!

When he was found, he was unconscious.

A well-known separatist organization from the Basque region of Spain even planned to carry out a bombing attack in Tijuana Central Square...

Well... four individuals carrying explosives entered the Northern Army’s territory by bus, and when discovered by military dogs attempting to resist, were shot dead on the spot!

Three others who entered Tijuana couldn’t provide proper identification, couldn’t even check into a hotel or eat in a public cafeteria, and out of desperation, they attempted robbery, encountering members of Victor’s extremist organization who brutally beat them on the spot.

Spain, France, Italy, and the United Kingdom, even diplomatically protested, hoping the Northern Army would consider the "civilians" and refrain from waging war.

Spain’s spokesperson in Mexico even made grandiose statements to the media, demanding that the United Nations expel the executive director of Victor’s Drug Enforcement Department.

Believing that he had initiated a war!

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That night, he was gunned down in a Mexico City restaurant; according to the waitstaff, four or five masked men burst in and pulled the trigger on the dining ambassador.

Hundreds of bullets tore him apart!

Enraged, the Spanish authorities claimed it was Victor’s doing and demanded a thorough investigation!

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Anyway, a series of covert and overt clashes began around Guadalajara, and everyone knew the Northern Army was expanding too quickly. If Victor were to truly liberate Mexico,

then many would go hungry!

Drugs...

were feeding too many bastards!

And surely, no one would want a Tito-like strongman to appear in a third-world country again, right? America certainly wouldn’t be pleased; the secretary from the White House even called.

Hoping Victor would "slow down" his pace, and bluntly stated, "There’s a lot of dissatisfaction in the United States about Mexico’s drug prohibition measures!"

"Then let them choke on it!" Victor shot back.

The female secretary thought she had misheard and chuckled, "Governor, what are you saying?"

"There’s no exception to the bottom line of drug prohibition! Slow down, and every minute, every second, countless families are broken by drugs. If anyone is dissatisfied, let them confront me on TV. I guarantee I won’t smash their head with the ashtray first."

Are these words even appropriate to say on television?

The secretary frowned and rebuked, "Mr. Victor, you should understand your place. The war on drugs is launched by Americans and it’s Americans who have the say…"

"Shut your damn mouth, you fucking bitch! Who gave you the right to scold me so openly, are you the President of the United States? Resign now, immediately, or you will surely be gang-raped tonight!" Victor hung up abruptly.

Some secretary spokesperson?

Who the fuck are you!

However, this also indirectly demonstrated that the American side was starting to feel that their actions were "extreme" and began to subtly knock at their own door.

Because if Victor truly liberated Mexico, it wouldn’t align with American interests. And with his personality, what he took in he wouldn’t spit out. Although he had not executed American businessmen because of the drug trafficker issue, he had confiscated their wealth, and even if they came to negotiate, the Governor’s Mansion would not return it, directly angering a group of business communities.

What are Americans?

They’re bastards!

A country formed by a gang of businessmen, robbers, and bandits, used to robbing others, and now it was their turn to be robbed.

American businessman: Good heavens, dear earth, look, there are people more shameless than us!