Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 940: 491: Relying on Reproduction and Defecation for

Chapter 940: Chapter 491: Relying on Reproduction and Defecation for Invasion!_3

“Protests that haven’t been approved are illegal, so they should eat a fist!”

Fat Casare was still a man full of martial virtue, anyway, it wasn’t him doing the hitting.

“A fist-sized potato or a potato-sized fist, they have to pick one. It’s fine, as long as the guns are in our hands, let them stir things up, they can’t make big waves.”

That’s not wrong…

Have you ever seen a regi with guns, money, and people being overthrown?

Soviet Union?

That doesn’t count, too useless.

Kicked out of the group chat.

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Haiti!

Port-au-Prince!

If you want to describe how chaotic and disorderly this place is, just one sentence.

“Even the U.S. Military won’t co.”

The locals only have gangs and endless cri.

Once, a gang leader believed a community cursed his child, and then… massacred the entire community.

Simply showed chaos at its finest.

And in the National Palace, the symbol of the governnt.

You can see ard personnel everywhere, holding elite U.S. military M16 series rifles, wearing skull masks, dressed in neat uniforms, looking mysterious all over.

The outside world calls them: “Skull Corps”.

In fact, they are Los Zetas.

When Arturo Desena fled, he first took 200 elite forces, then relied on his capabilities in Haiti to find a tycoon, called Martin Campos, an Arican who mainly does port business.

After figuring out how to naturalize, he brought forces in continuously, breaking them into small groups.

Like ants moving their ho…

So, the xican Intelligence Departnt didn’t notice at all, and as for his internal explanation, it was to go to Colombia to et Pablo.

In the blink of an eye, he ran here.

When the number of forces reached over 1,200, he led them into the National Palace, killed President Joseph Nereet and his wife, and seized power.

He declared himself as president to the outside world.

Of course, many people weren’t convinced, especially the gang forces in Port-au-Prince. We want to be president too, why should it be you?

Then a gunfight broke out.

With the strong “companionship” of the “Northern xican Army,” defeating the gangs was just fun, wasn’t it?

If they can’t beat Victor, can they not beat you?

Most importantly, Los Zetas had armored vehicles…

The local gangs only had so rifles.

The strength gap was obvious, so Arturo Desena quickly gained a foothold, but his relationship with the local gangs wasn’t good, after all, no one wants… an “obstruction” over their head.

In the president’s office.

Arturo Desena was flanked by two gunn holding weapons, he himself sat cross-ard in the president’s chair, while across from him sat a Frenchman.

How could you tell?

Because the other person looked so flamboyant.

“You want to cooperate with ?”

“I killed the president you supported!”

Arturo Desena’s voice was sowhat manic, seeming like under a lot of ntal pressure recently, he could use so more platinum vitamins.

“We see greater energy in you.”

The man sitting opposite smiled, “As long as you take French nationality and allow us to use resources, we will send troops and declare Haiti under our protection.”

“Victor… doesn’t like ; he will kill . Are you sure you can arm-wrestle with him?”

“We will negotiate, I believe we have this leverage.”

This statent sounded overly confident.

It made Arturo Desena doubt himself a little, he furrowed his brow, looking at the other party intently, and said solemnly, “I need to think about it.”

“No problem, but please get back to soon.”

The other party slightly bowed and then left…

Watching his back, Arturo Desena remained gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking.

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