Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 969 - 504: But what he said is exactly what I wanted to say!!

The night in Haiti.

Very beautiful...

Standing beside Port-au-Prince and gazing at the distant sea, there's still a unique flavor to it.

It's just that...

The gunfire in the city ruins this beauty!

In the National Palace.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

Arturo Desena angrily got up from the bed, his face twisted. Damn it, the locals really lack professionalism and civility.

Not sleeping at night, and you're playing with fire?

He seemed to age rapidly in his entirety.

He came to Haiti thinking he was here to alleviate poverty, to make everyone rich together, but the local gangs didn't give a damn about him. Los Zetas engaged in gunfights daily, coupled with Mexican and Cuban warships occasionally cruising by.

It drove him to nervous exhaustion; even sleeping pills couldn't help him at night.

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Arturo Desena turned his head sharply, "Who is it!"

"Boss, it's me, Armando (appears in Chapter 297)."

"Come in."

The door opened, and a burly man walked in, weighing at least 250 pounds+. He was quite a well-known figure.

Nickname: "Cow!"

It's a reference to his sagging chest.

He's the second-in-command of the Jalisco New Generation, El Mencho's "good brother." When the other was captured by Ludwig Becker, he ran faster than anyone else.

Because of this achievement, Becker is now a corps commander overseeing tens of thousands.

He originally went to Colombia but was too (re)miss(ed) Mexico and came back, then used his reputation to help Arturo Desena stabilize the situation.

It can be said...

In the field of being a double-dealer, he's a professional.

"What's the matter?"

Jose Armando's expression was a bit grim, "Ye Zhenli announced that the price of all drugs will increase by 20% next."

Arturo Desena was stunned, followed by a furious curse.

He lost vast lands in Mexico, which meant losing plantations, so he could only rely on channels to earn as a middleman, but the channels in Europe and America were continuously being squeezed by local gangs, and the daily take was less than one-thirtieth of what it was in Mexico!

If this goes on...

What will the brothers eat? Drink? Most importantly, the prostitutes in Port-au-Prince are of poor quality; originally, the hired hands of "Los Zetas" by money have already expressed much dissatisfaction.

Arturo Desena is very afraid, afraid of being overthrown.

At a time like this, Ye Zhenli still hikes the prices!

"Chinese people have no professional ethics at all!"

Arturo Desena could only indignantly toss out this sentence, hands on his hips, pacing back and forth, frowning, his steps slightly anxious.

Suddenly, he stopped, gritted his teeth, "Promise the French; didn't they want the mines? Give them all, let them transfer the money into the account."

Jose Armando took a deep breath, somewhat helpless.

When the other came to Haiti, he knew it was chronic suicide. It's just a small island; with no through roads, how can it possibly develop?

This must be from drinking too much Ganges water!

"Go negotiate with them, but remember, sovereignty..." Arturo Desena hadn't finished his words when a loud explosion sounded, the ground trembled, the two exchanged glances, and hurriedly ran to the window, where they saw in the distance... billowing smoke!

That wasn't even the end; another explosion, turning night into day with its brightness.

"That... that seems like the American Embassy District." Jose Armando's pupils dilated as he spoke.

Arturo Desena shuddered sharply, the phone on the table rang suddenly, he rushed over and picked it up, "Hello!"

"Boss, two Mexican warships suddenly opened fire on us, one fell into the French Consulate, and one... blew up the American Embassy."

!!!!

"They've landed! They're preparing to land...!!" The subordinate suddenly shouted over there, followed by incessant gunfire, and the tone of the phone indicated the line was busy.

Arturo Desena's mind went blank.

The Mexicans...

They're after his life.

Run!

"Prepare the plane, to go to Colombia, to America..." His mouth was in a bit of a panic, not even knowing what he was saying.

Jose Armando grabbed him, urgently saying, "Boss, we can't run, can't run, if we run, we'll have nothing left, this is an invasion, yes, Mexico is invading, plus they blew up the US and French embassies, they'll have to account for it, the situation isn't rotten yet."

These words held some truth.

Run, where can you run to?

Arturo Desena is ranked as the seven of hearts on Mexico's "wanted poster", bounty: 21 million Pesos.

Bringing his head would earn you money.

They definitely won't let you issue a certificate first.

"Okay, okay, I'll call, I'll call the French and condemn this act!"

Jose Armando looked at the somewhat flustered Arturo, knowing that his ambition had been dashed by Victor.

Alas~

Damn Victor.

...

Bombarding Port-au-Prince, Haiti, the American and French ambassadors were killed.

This was not a small matter.

They wanted to urgently summon the Mexican ambassador, but upon checking, hey, we haven't even established diplomatic relations.

During the US-Mexico War, Victor withdrew all ambassadors to Europe and pro-American ones, just not wanting to hear their nagging.

In that case, they turned to the United Nations.

Your honor, he hit us!

Causing Mr. Boutros Gali a real headache, but he had to hold an emergency meeting the next day.

Joachim Ribbentrop sat there, half-tilted his head, leaned back, just listening to the French across stand up: "This is war, Secretary-General, this is an invasion, it's a disdain for Paris, and we demand accountability from Mexico!"

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