"That population will suddenly lose a lot," Casare said anxiously.
"We also relieve a lot of pressure, and if a city on the border suddenly gets hundreds of thousands of xicans more, you can absolutely… imagine what local security would be like?"
xicans are also dominant in the prisons of the Aricas.
"There’ll be so good shows to watch," Victor couldn’t help but smirk.
"Then should we bury so weapons in the river on the border, in the wilderness, in the groves?" Casare quietly asked.
"Why be so careful, just go to the border and sell them openly. If the Yanks make a fuss, it’s just selling within xican territory. It’s their property, they want to take it over, what’s it to us? Just as long as they leave their last Peso in xico."
"Understood!"
"And, I plan to set up so large arms factories and ports. You pick out a few suitable places for this, but let’s keep it under wraps for now."
Casare’s expression shifted, seeing the slightly stern look on his boss’s face, he nodded seriously.
"Casare…"
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"The struggle is ongoing; we still have a long ti ahead of us," Victor lanted.
December 7, 1990.
This day was destined to be recorded in xican history.
The Governor’s Mansion bypassed xico City and signed a "Regulation on the Freedom of Entry and Exit of the Northern xican Population."
Allowing those who wanted to leave xico through 16 border ports, but also seen as automatically renouncing their citizenship, without benefits.
Once this proposal ca out, it caused quite a stir.
Many who were dissatisfied with Victor were ready to "run away"!
As they left, they told their neighbors they were patriotic, just afraid of Victor’s persecution.
Hmm… they were reported on the spot for spreading rumors and causing trouble. Still want to run? The whole family ended up in jail.
If you’re not trafficking drugs, not doing drugs, what are you afraid of?
Only the dirty and insecure ones ran, all the while claiming to be patriotic.
Is Victor lacking food for you, or has he left you to starve?
In the port of xicali, there was a sea of people; so were even driving constantly honking their horns.
The National Guard stationed there held guns, staring at them with unfriendly expressions.
"I’m out! I’m finally out!!" A man with glasses who looked weary was dragging his suitcase, but as he set foot on Arican soil, he knelt and kissed the ground.
Tears streaming down his face, his emotion moved the onlookers.
Only he knew the effort he made to escape!
He sold his daughter and wife to a bachelor and ate pastries for a few days to scrape together enough money to live in the United States!
Heaven, here he ca!
Others around him wept just as much.
xico has a lot of spiritual Aricans; to be honest, if it weren’t for xico, the Democratic Party’s voting base would be halved, as most people crossed over from there.
Tsk, tsk, tsk…
The dog-raising plan succeeded.
A group of people walked towards the border line when suddenly they saw a team of Arican soldiers, cheerfully waving and greeting them with broken English.
But to their surprise, the Yanks advanced with clubs, brutally beating the "Smuggled Immigrants."
They were battered and bleeding in no ti.
They kept shouting, "Go back!!"
"Don’t hit , I want to be an Arican, I want to be an Arican…" The glasses of the man with glasses were knocked off, he covered his head and yelled from the ground, "you’re violating my human..."
A nearby Arican Lieutenant kicked him in the mouth, and his teeth were ready for replacent.
"Charge! Charge into the United States!!"
Who knows who shouted this in the crowd, it might have been a plant, but those originally sluggish people and the car convoy surged into Arican territory like they were storming a city.
Thousands of people…
Thronging in dense masses, they looked terrifying, as if they would kill anyone who blocked their path.
Even the U.S. Military soldiers trembled at the sight, with so unable to resist raising their guns, only to be held back by their commanding officers, "Do you want to die? If you shoot, no one can save you! Don’t you see the buses over there?"
Less than a hundred ters within U.S. territory, many buses were parked with banners, "Arican Human Rights Council welcos xican refugees!"
Volunteers in vests were distributing hot water and supplies, so confronting the U.S. Military and berating them.
It was a collection of all sorts of creatures.
This was a characteristic of Arican party politics; so dislike foreign populations, naturally, others welco them, they need the votes!
Firstly, part of the base electorate of the Democratic Party is the sympathetic "White Leftist" group, and they need these people for their political sches.
Doesn’t matter what you do, we welco you as long as you co.
Is there a city filled with prostitutes, thieves, drug traffickers, and murderers?
There is, that’s Miami.
Through 16 ports, just in one day, over 300,000 "refugees" flowed in.
This made the ruling party quite unhappy!
"Victor, what the hell are you doing!!!" Donald Rumsfeld on the other end was shouting angrily.
Victor pulled the phone away; the voice on the other end was a bit loud.
"What are you talking about? Sir, I don’t understand your aning."
"Why are you letting those xicans into the United States, this action is smuggling!"
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