Ye Zhenli also swore to give him a future!
"Damn it!!"
He slamd the horn forcefully.
"Done!"
"Fuck, a person can die rich, but not die poor!"
Ye Zhenli was a very decisive person.
Basically, he had enough money to go crazy.
He imdiately pawned a jade piece he had on him to a local pawnshop owned by Chinese descendants and bought a plane ticket back to his country.
Better to die than not to make money!
(200 dollars turning into 2000 US dollars isn't an exaggeration. The Yanks sell it for 289 US dollars; he sold it to xicans for 2890 US dollars, peaking at 96 tons a year, which equals about 14 million US dollars per day. Don't call an exaggerator.)
...
A drug trafficker tycoon began to rise sowhere else.
anwhile, in Tijuana.
Victor invited representatives from the United Nations to watch a performance.
That is: executing a drug trafficker!
The pulled-out drug trafficker was hanged in the square.
They cried and scread as if their parents had died; so even couldn't help but urinate on themselves.
"Execute!"
Following the command from the officials present, the drug traffickers cried even louder. The trapdoor beneath them opened, and their bodies snapped.
The sound of their bones breaking was very distinct.
Representatives from the delegation all subconsciously touched their own necks, nervously swallowing their saliva.
Victor even stood up and clapped, and people around him followed suit.
"Long live the general!!"
"Loyalty!!!"
The crowd below shouted loudly, soldiers and civilians alike, cheering.
"Don't just focus on human rights all the ti; keeping people happy and safe is the greatest human right. Before I ca, xico was infested with drug traffickers and riddled with gunfights. Now? Those rats can only hide in the sewers!"
Victor spoke spiritedly to all the representatives, "There are a total of 3212 squares in the north, and every month we gather to hang criminals. We hang a batch to make everyone understand, if you traffic drugs, you get the death penalty!"
"Don't talk to about the dignity of criminals. If you committed a cri, you have no dignity. No dignity in the past, none now, and none in the future. In my dictionary, there is only 'kill'!"
"I will kill them until their heads roll!"
"Kill them so no drug trafficker dares to co to xico again!"
Brazil's Enrique, standing nearby, listened thoughtfully, while a young representative from Venezuela was next to him.
Nicholas Maro Moro!
29 years old!
He was just a taxi driver a few years ago, and now he's a mber of the union for Caracas's public transit system. His attendance as a representative was completely a "chance opportunity."
He listened to Victor's words, his face showing excitent, and said, "Sir, then how do you think we can completely eradicate drug traffickers?"
"Completely?"
Victor looked at him and shook his head, "As long as there are people, there will be those who chase excessive profits. It's human nature. What we can do is provide a safe society and jobs for the people so they don't have to commit cris, but wanting a complete solution is impossible."
"Then… isn't that sowhat a wasted effort?" Nicholas Maro Moro said a bit disappointedly.
"We represent justice; light must never compromise with darkness. Darkness is eternal, but light never goes out. Look." Victor pointed to the cheering crowds below, "My task is to keep them alive."
"To keep them happy, to keep them away from cri, and to fill them with hope for life."
"Don't be afraid of whether the road ahead is dark or bright, just go on; if there is no road ahead, then we will pave the way for those who co after us!"
Nicholas Maro Moro looked at Victor, his eyes glowing with an emotion called "admiration."
I will definitely be like Mr. Victor!
The people of Venezuela don't need drugs!
Victor's words also made other representatives think deeply; although he was overbearing, what is a military leader if not overbearing?
Many felt that Victor was right, and they couldn't help but give a round of applause.
The civilians and soldiers below heard the applause, looked up, and saw Victor standing on a balcony across from the execution ground, which made them cheer again.
"Long live, long live the general!!!"
"Long live xico!!!"
"Long live the Emperor..."
Victor smiled and raised his hand.
George Smiley ca hurrying from behind and whispered a few words into his ear. The Emperor raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Goebbels, could you stay with the delegates for a while? Excuse , gentlen, I have so personal matters..."
"It's alright, it's alright, go ahead, Mr. Victor."
"Yes, yes, yes, we're going to be here a long while, plenty of ti."
Now, these people had beco very "obedient."
Victor smiled at them, went downstairs, and his expression hardened.
"Unexpected or normal?"
Casare's mom in the ntal hospital had died!
"Injected with a strong dose of sleeping dicine."
Victor narrowed his eyes.
It looked like soone couldn't handle him and Casare directly and started finding ways to provoke him.
"Let's go!"
Victor grimly got into his car. Clearly, the adversary was aiming to disintegrate the relationship between the two sides, not believing Casare would remain loyal.
Every loyalty has its gaps, just one crack is easy enough to pry open.
Upon reaching the ntal hospital, it was already surrounded by guards.
The body of Casare's mother, Camila Sodi, lay in the hospital room amidst cries and wails.
Her brother Felix stood in military uniform, his eyes red. He was a military cadet, with a promising future ahead, including a brother who was the Vice Governor — hard not to have a bright future.
And his sister, Feliciana, knelt by the bed, crying loudly.
Seeing Victor walk in, Felix wiped his eyes and saluted him, "General…"
Victor looked at Camila Sodi on the bed, her face distorted, death had co painfully. He closed his eyes and patted Felix on the head, "Ah~"
"Where is everyone from the hospital?!" he turned and asked George Smiley.
"They've been apprehended, locked up on the third floor."
"Let's check!"
Victor patted Felix's shoulder, "Don't worry, your mom is like my mom, and with Casare away, I'm your big brother. I'll avenge our mother. Whoever did this, I'll kill their entire family!"
Felix couldn't help but shed tears.
Following George Smiley, they went to the third floor, to the holding room, where ntally ill patients who beca violent were confined.
The Thirteen Protectors took over here and didn't allow anyone near.
Victor stood at the doorway, his gaze dark and nacing as he watched the cowering doctors and nurses.
His eyes suddenly fixed on a nurse.
She wore beige stockings and sat on the floor hugging her knees, shivering pitifully.
But to Victor, it looked suspicious.
"Xiayate Abudukader!"
"Alias: Princess Harry."
"Affiliation: God's Spear!"
...
Victor frowned, "Bring that nurse next door."
George Smiley followed his gesture, nodded, and led so n to grab the nurse and bring her out.
"What are you doing! Ah! Help! Help..."
She scread in terror, weakly pleading as she looked around.
People nearby looked down, not daring to watch, so trembling hands out of anger or rage.
She struggled fiercely, but the Taibao couldn't hold her?
Victor stord up, kicked her in the chest, and sent her flying against the wall, causing her colleagues to shift in terror.
With that kick, he almost burst her chest.
Victor grabbed her hair and slamd her head against the wall. Half her face was injured, and that wasn't enough; he continued rubbing her face against the wall, reducing it to a bloody ss. She scread in pain.
"Fuck, you rotten bastard, playing dirty with , acting all innocent?"
"People from God's Spear are afraid too, huh?"
The nurse's eyes widened in shock. How... how did he know?!
Before she could react, Victor, grabbing her hair like dragging a dead dog, pulled her out, "Today, let's show you what fear ans!"
"George Smiley! Get ten horny male dogs!"
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