The local governnt’s disaster relief capability was extrely poor; there were even people dying in the streets.
After he entered Tepic, the situation inside this small town at the forefront was even more chaotic, completely disorganized. Refugees were unguided, in a total ss; she even saw people robbing others on the streets.
He couldn’t stand it any longer, "CNMD!"
Victor walked to the front of his car, he saw that many people were gathered on both sides, there was no hope in their eyes.
The old woman on the ground was still kneeling and knocking her head on the ground forcefully.
The security personnel nad Sapuhil were pulling her, afraid of hurting her. Victor walked over, patted his hand, signaling her to stand aside, and then he squatted down and helped her up himself.
"Get up, there’s no need to kneel. The people of xico are not puppets of the old world, stand up."
The old woman lifted her head and her cloudy eyes saw a man, not very handso, but his smile was genuinely infectious. He helped her up vigorously and even dusted off her trousers without showing any disgust.
"Victor? Mr. Victor! That’s Mr. Victor!" A young man with glasses by the roadside looked at the face and found it more and more familiar, eventually shouting out his na.
Tepic used to be the base camp of the Sinaloa Drug Cartel, broadcasts of Victor were strictly prohibited on television, viewing the northern television stations was like "climbing a wall" ca later.
But he was too famous after all...
Now, who in the world doesn’t recognize him?
This na made the refugees around him startled, but then they quickly gathered around, Jason Bourne imdiately tensed up, "Don’t push, don’t push!"
A stampede would easily happen in this situation.
Victor had soone bring a gaphone, and he climbed right on top of the car, "Fellow citizens, stay where you are, don’t crowd, watch out for won and children."
He shouted repeatedly, and finally the crowd began to slowly settle down.
At least a thousand people stood around him!
They lifted their heads, watching the man standing on top of the car.
Victor, looking into their eyes, felt his body tense up, the pressure on his shoulders imnse.
"I’m sorry, I arrived too late!" His voice carried guilt and trembled.
The head of the xican News Agency, Hernandez, hurriedly took up his cara to record this scene. As a journalist, he had a hunch that what was about to happen would be montous.
"I can’t believe I have such worthless people under my command!"
"They, being officials, have failed to settle you down promptly, it’s a disgrace! Sha! Sha!"
Victor raised his hand in agitation, "It pains to see my fellow countryn lose their hos, my brothers and sisters lose their relatives. Seeing your state, I feel as if they are slapping in the face."
He hit his own face several tis.
"In the past, those drug traffickers and gangs acted with impunity, and now, they take a child away from a mother in broad daylight, this makes feel ashad. Why did my soldiers and I rise up in arms if not to restore dignity to the millions of my compatriots, so they don’t have to kneel?"
"So they can stand tall and say with pride to anyone that they are xican!"
"I’m determined to overthrow this cannibalistic world; if I co and the world remains the sa, then why did I co? For what did my soldiers sacrifice themselves on the battlefield, for what did my comrades fall on the drug enforcent front lines?"
"Isn’t it so that children can go to school, so that the elderly can enjoy their later years in peace, so that the young don’t have to turn to cri to make a living?"
"Whoever bullies you, bullies !"
Victor pointed his finger at a man who wore a dress shirt with many people behind him. When pointed at, the man stiffened, his face flushing with embarrassed laughter, red to his ears, while reeking of alcohol.
"Are you the Mayor of Tepic?"
"I... I am, General."
"Didn’t the Governor’s Mansion approve funds for you?"
"Approved... Approved."
"Then where is the money! You let my compatriots sleep in the streets every day? Where are the tents? The dicines? The food?" Victor shouted down at him.
But the man was clueless.
"I’m now going to borrow sothing from you."
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"General, whatever you need, take it, don’t say borrow, please give another chance, I’ll arrange it right away," the Mayor of Tepic said in panic.
"I’m borrowing your life for a mont!" Victor said with a dark gaze.
Jason Bourne stepped forward and kicked the man down, dragged his head to the ground, took an axe from his teammate, and swung it down towards his head!
Thud!
It was very sharp.
The head was cleaved in two at once.
Blood splattered everywhere, Jason Bourne calmly wiped the blood off his face, spat out, stood up, and kicked the head aside.
The eyes of the Mayor of Tepic bulged out.
It terrified the onlookers.
All the refugees watched quietly.
"Whoever treats my compatriots badly, I will kill them! From now on, Tepic will distribute grain and dicine, those who are injured are to be sent to the rear hospitals, I, command, the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth battalions to converge on !"
"The border cities are to enter full battle readiness!"
"Jason, take your n and wipe out those black market organ dealers, hang the Mayor and his cronies’ heads on the street; I want to see who the hell dares to hinder now!"
The whole street was filled with Victor’s hysterical roar.
The crowd fell silent.
Then, so people began raising their hands, "Long live the General!"
"Long live the Governor!"
The cheers erupted suddenly, thousands of people shouted in unison.
They were saved, they survived.
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