"Boss, doesn't that make us bodyguards for the Rumsfeld Family?"
"Being a bodyguard is fine, as long as there's sothing good to take. As long as the old man stays in that position, he's going to supply us with a lot of good stuff. The most important thing is, during his term, he will absolutely not provide political support to Southern drug traffickers, and he'll even help us quickly win this drug war!"
"After the country is restored, don't you think he'd be tempted by the support of a nation with a population of 200 million?"
Casare furrowed his brows tightly, he still couldn't understand why this cooperation seed so "easy"...
Even a bit frivolous.
Couldn't understand it, truly couldn't understand it.
"Alright, help order a big bouquet of flowers to be delivered to Belsaria's press office, and have soone write a cheesy love letter for ."
"Boss, that's hardly sincere."
Victor smiled and pointed at him, "Only the poor talk about sincerity, sothing so intangible, that's what makes it more precious to them."
There's actually so truth to that.
Casare was scratching his head, about to leave the office, when Victor called out from behind, "Oh, and have soone bring Caesar and his mother to xico City, keep a close watch."
"Got it, boss."
Victor having a son was known to so, but there were already whispers outside since Krista Schroeder had not been seen for a long ti. So speculated she had been "kept" by him.
Being a son wasn't so easy after all.
Every three steps in xico City there's a post, every five steps there's a sentry, three or four Humvees on a single street with anti-aircraft machine guns, who dares to cause trouble?
If you have a tattoo on your arm, you'll be questioned for a good while.
But to pull the rats hiding in the sewage system out, it's really not easy.
How many people live in and around the Capital?
23 million!
The fact that Goodrian managed it with only a battalion was truly surprising, otherwise, he wouldn't have been promoted to Major General and now even holds the position of the Capital's Military officer!
Everyone knows that a new military star is rising.
23 million people, if the drug traffickers truly hunkered down, they could hold out for four or five months, using a bunch of people as cannon fodder...
But Popovich's death and the Northern Army's rapid advance had already broken the drug traffickers' psychological defenses, scattering them.
But the silver lining is that xico City and its ancient buildings have not suffered too much damage.
Victor should really award Popovich a "Best Peace Prize."
Thank you for dying early.
Chimalhuacán cos from the indigenous Nahuatl language of xico, aning "Place of the Shield."
This city, established in 1259, had a significant place in xican history, but now it is fad for its massive slums.
6 million poor people living in self-built hos, so even made of plastic, with the air perated by a stench.
Here you can see the inequality between people.
The only fairness might be that whether you are at the peak of Wall Street or in the gutters of Chimalhuacán, you drink from the sa can of Coke.
At the entrance of the slum streets, there are signs erected.
"No Photography!!!"
"Locals Accompany!!!"
These all co from previous governnt signs.
So tourists are too foolish, entering out of curiosity, shooting everything with DV caras – capturing drug transactions and pointing caras at people, do you think they would let you off?
So idiots, even with a local guide advising them multiple tis, do not listen, resulting in harm to the guide.
Even the police have to follow rules here.
Unless...
You co in a tank.
Buzzing~
6 M48 Patton dium tanks, 4 TPz-1 armored vehicles, and 6 M551 Sheridan light tanks idle like old engines, sowhat trembling.
Behind them follows 2 battalions comprising of over 2000 fully ard soldiers.
Their mission...
To deliver dicine and food to the slums and to promote governnt policies.
You hear, then I speak; you don't, then I'll cut off your ears and shout into them with a gaphone!
Avi Eisman, in his clean suit with shiny polished shoes and wearing sunglasses, looked at the empty space raising his eyebrows, then turned to a fat man beside him, "Didn't you notify them properly?"
The fat man wiped the sweat off his face, 'No, no, no, I've notified them, I've told the people that there would be distribution of supplies today and asked them to co over quickly.'
Avi Eisman smiled, the scar at the corner of his mouth stretching, making him look all the more sinister, "It seems they're not very accustod to giving face, huh."
This guy is sothing!
5th Battalion Commander, nicknad "The Butcher!". Why did he catch Goodrian's eye? It was because, during his ti in Torreon, he served as the Slum Committee Chairman, responsible for… cleaning up trash.
He did it very nicely.
That day, the population of Torreon Slum was halved!
No disputes, no thefts.
This is also one of the reasons he was sent here; of the 6 million population in Chimalhuacán, soone has to do the dirty work.
"Sanders!" Avi Eisman called out, and a Captain responded, "Take your two platoons and accompany to show sympathy to the villagers."
"Yes!"
"The rest stay at your positions, stay alert, and protect the supplies. If anyone sneaks around stealthily, shoot to kill."
The fat man on the side chuckled awkwardly; this Northern Army had quite an intense aura.
"Let's go, where are the troublemakers around here?" Avi Eisman patted his shoulder, "Don't tell you, the Village Head, don't know, otherwise I'll hang you from the tank."
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