Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 940 - 491: Relying on Reproduction and Defecation for Invasion!_3

"Protests that haven't been approved are illegal, so they should eat a fist!"

Fat Casare was still a man full of martial virtue, anyway, it wasn't him doing the hitting.

"A fist-sized potato or a potato-sized fist, they have to pick one. It's fine, as long as the guns are in our hands, let them stir things up, they can't make big waves."

That's not wrong...

Have you ever seen a regime with guns, money, and people being overthrown?

Soviet Union?

That doesn't count, too useless.

Kicked out of the group chat.

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Haiti!

Port-au-Prince!

If you want to describe how chaotic and disorderly this place is, just one sentence.

"Even the U.S. Military won't come."

The locals only have gangs and endless crime.

Once, a gang leader believed a community cursed his child, and then... massacred the entire community.

Simply showed chaos at its finest.

And in the National Palace, the symbol of the government.

You can see armed personnel everywhere, holding elite U.S. military M16 series rifles, wearing skull masks, dressed in neat uniforms, looking mysterious all over.

The outside world calls them: "Skull Corps".

In fact, they are Los Zetas.

When Arturo Desena fled, he first took 200 elite forces, then relied on his capabilities in Haiti to find a tycoon, called Martin Campos, an American who mainly does port business.

After figuring out how to naturalize, he brought forces in continuously, breaking them into small groups.

Like ants moving their home...

So, the Mexican Intelligence Department didn't notice at all, and as for his internal explanation, it was to go to Colombia to meet Pablo.

In the blink of an eye, he ran here.

When the number of forces reached over 1,200, he led them into the National Palace, killed President Joseph Nereet and his wife, and seized power.

He declared himself as president to the outside world.

Of course, many people weren't convinced, especially the gang forces in Port-au-Prince. We want to be president too, why should it be you?

Then a gunfight broke out.

With the strong "companionship" of the "Northern Mexican Army," defeating the gangs was just fun, wasn't it?

If they can't beat Victor, can they not beat you?

Most importantly, Los Zetas had armored vehicles...

The local gangs only had some rifles.

The strength gap was obvious, so Arturo Desena quickly gained a foothold, but his relationship with the local gangs wasn't good, after all, no one wants... an "obstruction" over their head.

In the president's office.

Arturo Desena was flanked by two gunmen holding weapons, he himself sat cross-armed in the president's chair, while across from him sat a Frenchman.

How could you tell?

Because the other person looked so flamboyant.

"You want to cooperate with me?"

"I killed the president you supported!"

Arturo Desena's voice was somewhat manic, seeming like under a lot of mental pressure recently, he could use some more platinum vitamins.

"We see greater energy in you."

The man sitting opposite smiled, "As long as you take French nationality and allow us to use resources, we will send troops and declare Haiti under our protection."

"Victor... doesn't like me; he will kill me. Are you sure you can arm-wrestle with him?"

"We will negotiate, I believe we have this leverage."

This statement sounded overly confident.

It made Arturo Desena doubt himself a little, he furrowed his brow, looking at the other party intently, and said solemnly, "I need to think about it."

"No problem, but please get back to me soon."

The other party slightly bowed and then left...

Watching his back, Arturo Desena remained gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking.

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