Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 844 - 454: "North America's Fury Operation!"_3

"Really, can farming make you rich?"

"Move aside, I'm going home." Jorge said quietly, being an honest man.

The other party took out a gold pendant from their pocket, it looked quite valuable, and waved it around smugly, "Some people get used but don't know it, working yourself to death here, you can't even buy this little bit of gold all year round."

"Let me tell you, the General... no, Victor, his room is full of gold, the first thing he did when he entered Mexico City was to confiscate the gold and put it in his own little vault, with his money, he could cover the whole of Mexico with it."

Jorge Campos frowned, hearing this from the other party, he was a bit unhappy, "Impossible, stop talking."

Oles Camuster chuckled twice, "People like you are meant to be deceived, Victor is not a good person at all. Giving you land? Ha, it's just to make you a farmer for life, don't you get it? You're all grateful for it, hah, he is the biggest robber, even a rapist!"

"Shut up!!"

Jorge Campos shouted, his face flushed, looking at the other, "No... you are not allowed to speak of the General that way."

Oles was stunned, then also got angry, looked at him, stretched out a hand and slapped him in the face.

Slap~

A crisp sound.

He backhanded another slap.

"You've got guts, shouting at me, what's wrong with what I said? Don't think you're great just because your son joined the army, let me tell you, Victor used land to buy your son's life. When he dies out there, who'll know? As I said, he is a robber, robbing..."

Bam!

Before he finished speaking, a hoe struck his head, blood oozed, and he fell to the ground, holding his head, a bit dazed, seeing the blood, he screamed in terror.

Jorge Campos, with red eyes, "You're not allowed to talk about the General that way!" He raised the hoe and struck Oles' leg.

"He let us survive!"

"He gave us hope!"

"He didn't sell us as slaves!"

"He didn't turn my child into a drug trafficker!"

Every time Jorge spoke, the hoe in his hand struck once.

"People need to have a conscience!!"

He cursed angrily, and finally, directly chopped off the other's leg.

The opponent was covered in blood, screaming in agony.

Finally, the patrolling police arrived, loudly shouting at him to put down the weapon, and pressed him to the ground from behind.

Oles, beaten like a dog, cried for help, "Help... help!"

This was originally a minor issue; the police department didn't plan to investigate deeply, but the Director was a retired veteran, with political sensitivity, realizing something was wrong, interrogated Oles, and learned from his mouth that someone instructed him to spread the message and gave him a gold pendant.

Quickly the Department of Internal Affairs locked on to this case and immediately reported it.

"The same dirty trick as always, throwing mud to silence you, then standing out to mobilize the people, claiming so-called humanitarianism, tsk tsk, Three Axes, each move more vicious than the last."

Victor smoked, no sign of tension on his face, still commenting on his opponent.

How many people did the Yanks kill relying on this?

The dictatorship he talked about, undemocratic, drove so many fools crazy that they worshiped it, claiming it's the "Land of Freedom".

Ah phooey!

You've watched too much Intention X!

Compared to his calmness, Casare was a little nervous; he knew the power of "the fear of people's words", nervously asking, "Boss, what should we do?"

"Panic for what! This matter has little impact on us."

Victor waved his hand, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, poured a little water into it with a teacup, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, "Do you know how many people in Mexico are in poverty?"

"Approximately 60% are below the poverty line, and 8% are in extreme poverty." Casare had the ability and blurted it out.

"These people, we conducted land reform, gave them land from the wealthy, so they won't starve, provided them basic subsidies, children can receive nine years of free compulsory education, and when they get sick, there's national aid support."

"What do you think they call me?"

Casare suddenly brightened up, he had also visited rural areas and could speak without reservation; many families had Victor's portrait at home.

Some old people even called him God; when they saw work groups visiting the countryside, some people brought local specialties, requesting them to be taken to Mexico for Victor to taste.

Among these 68% of people, his prestige was very high, and most soldiers in the army also came from these families.

A typical good family!

They took the money, then used it to subsidize their households, allowing their families to live better, increasing their loyalty to Victor, thus forming a closed loop.

You wanting them to rise up against the Emperor, is simply daydreaming, go say it in front of them.

They'll be beaten to death by people like Jorge Campos.

Only farmers know the importance of land!

Only the poor understand the weight of the word "hope".

Maybe... for some who have lived a comfortable life, the poorest they can think of may be just two or three thatched cottages.

But there are still many people...

Who can't even live in those cottages.

Too many, too many...

Entering the 21st century, there're still 50 million slaves in the world.

Who could have thought?

"The rest are not to be feared, they don't have weapons, incapable of causing large-scale harm, even if they make trouble, it'll be quickly suppressed."

"Don't they think someone from the Vieri family is corrupt?"

Victor smiled a little, paused, "Find two people to put on trial, publicize it nationwide, and give them a heavy sentence!"

Anyway, in the Vieri family, there are still many cousins...

Victor had long been displeased with that bunch of parasites, couldn't even find one who could help himself.

Borrow their heads for a use.

When to return?

Heh, be more careful in your next life.

Casare swallowed hard upon hearing this.

Boss...

Too ruthless.

But if such "sacrifice for the greater good" appears, it will certainly shut many people up.

"Also, the personal tax plan we discussed earlier can be released."

"This concerns their own vital interests; most will be satisfied; for the remaining few unruly ones, we can only resort to violence."

Unite those who can be united!

Moreover, during his tenure, Victor also figured it out clearly...

Benefits can't be given all at once.

People, greedy!

You give it out; they'll be extremely happy, but when you don't make progress for a while, they'll think you're useless.

So, when they're dissatisfied, throw out new benefits.

For example, if your monthly salary is 10,000, give your wife 8,000, and keep 2,000 for yourself?

That won't work.

What if your salary later can't reach that level? She'll definitely make trouble.

So...

You initially give 2,000, half a year later give 3,000, she'll feel surprised.

What's the difference between people and dogs?

Need to train, scold, beat when necessary...

You throw a bone down...

They wag their tails and fawn at your side.

Especially in a robust country like Mexico.

Freedom is in its national conditions!

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