Chapter 63 TV Speech (Extra Update for the Music Cat Alliance Leader!)

Night falls quickly on Guadalupe Island.

The neighborhood named after Mexican independence hero Morelos is mostly home to the lower class.

They mainly make a living by doing odd jobs or fishing.

However, due to the fighting between drug dealers and the police, factories closed down, docks were suspended, and even the only two schools were suspended.

"Hey, I'm really annoyed by those stinky police officers. Why do they want to crack down on drugs? Isn't it good to live peacefully with drug dealers?"

"Yes, originally my father could still make money by following them. He would get 50 US dollars for a trip to the United States, and he could also buy me a lot of toys. But now he is blocked by these policemen."

"I heard that the drug dealers are recruiting people to fight with the police. It's 300 pesos a day. Do you want to go?"

Several half-grown children sitting under a big tree complained to each other.

A thin body walked by with a basket on his back. He originally lowered his head, but when he heard their words, he seemed to have courage, "That's not the case!"

The older children were startled.

"Drug traffickers are cancer, they are the worms of this country, they are killing others!" the little boy said bravely.

"What did you say! Santos, do you deserve a beating?"

"Hit him! Beat him! I think he just needs a beating lately."

"Kill this bastard!"

The older children rushed over shouting.

The kid named Santos was so frightened that he took a step back, but just one step. Then, he raised his hands and shouted angrily, "Justice can never be killed!"

"Long live Mr. Victor!"

"Long live Mexico!"

He rushed towards the child who was older than him.

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Valentina looked at the alarm clock on the mottled wall and frowned nervously. There were two tortillas on the table, which was the family's usual dinner.

Just when she was a little anxious and wanted to go out to search, she heard the door open, and then saw a small figure walking in.

"Santos!"

Vallentina hurriedly ran over and was startled when she saw the other party. Then she said worriedly, "What's wrong with your face?"

Santos's little face was covered with dirt and wounds, with bruises and bruises. When he heard his mother's question, his mouth opened and his teeth were half broken, "I'm fine, Mom."

"I'm going to wash my hands." He said and ran to the toilet to wash his hands. He stood on tiptoes, looked at the face full of wounds in the mirror, and raised his hands to encourage himself, "Santos, come on!"

When he came out, Valentina hurriedly asked him to sit on a chair and gave him medicine. He grinned in pain, picked up the tortilla and started to chew it, although it was rough.

"Good evening residents of Guadalupe Island, I'm Victor."

Santos's eyes lit up when he heard the name, and he quickly turned his head to look at the TV. Valentina knocked on his head, "Don't move."

Santos stared at the TV.

Victor sat upright in a police uniform and faced the camera, with two EDM members holding weapons standing behind him, "I am happy to announce to you that today we have recovered the Guadalupe Island Television Station, which was controlled by drug traffickers from 1840 to 1989. In the past year, our relatives and compatriots have been tortured by drug traffickers, who have caused inhumane killings in this originally peaceful land. "

"But compatriots, please don't be afraid. When darkness falls, the sunshine in the distance is fighting hard. Even if the boat wandering in the sea is blown away by the strong wind, it will still choose to stand strong."

"We should be the pioneers of history. Only in this way can we be the ones who truly make a difference. Mexico should not be like this. The pursuit of truth and knowledge and the struggle for it are one of the highest qualities of human beings."

"Mexico is not just for one person, this country belongs to all of us. I have a dream. I dream that one day my children will no longer lose their childhood because of drugs, riots, and arson. I dream that one day, they can stand Under the sun, say loudly and gloriously: They are Mexicans!”

"So, on behalf of the Guadalupe Island Police Department, I hereby declare a war on the drug cartels. We will not accept any compromises or threats. We will fight for Mexico to the last man, even if the blood is shed!"

"I also sincerely invite everyone to join us. From today on, Guadalupe Island will enter military control. No one is allowed to go out after seven o'clock in the evening, otherwise they will be regarded as drug dealers. I declare that any islander has the right to kill them. , and if a drug dealer is killed, the police department will issue a reward of US$1,000 and keep it secret."

"Long live the great Mexico! Long live the great Mexican people!"

Victor was unscripted throughout, his expression solemn and solemn. After he finished speaking, the camera went black.

This stage faces everyone on Guadalupe Island, which means that everyone on the island can see it.

Many people even forget to chew the food in their mouths and just watch TV blankly.

Declaring war on drug cartels?

This... Mexico has not had such a ruthless person since its independence in 1821.

Some people glanced at him and just muttered a few words about politicians showing off, while others were waiting to see the joke and see how the drug dealer would kill him.

Of course, there are also people with shining eyes and $1,000!

This is enough money to make many people lose their minds.

"Long live the great Mexico! Long live the great Mexican people!!" Santos jumped down from his chair, shouted enthusiastically with his hands raised, and ran towards the room.

"You haven't cleaned your head yet." Vallentina shouted quickly.

"Mom, a man shouldn't moan cowardly, but should enjoy the pain!" Santos said standing at the door of the room.

Valentina was stunned and her eyes turned red, perhaps because she felt that her son had grown up.

Santos climbed onto the bed, carefully took down a delicate little box and placed it on the table, opened it with force, and saw a police badge lying inside.

He took it with both hands, held it in his hands, raised his head, and looked at the morning star in the sky. He seemed to see his father with a beard holding him in a police uniform when he was a child, and he asked him to be a policeman when he grew up.

"Father, please bless Mr. Victor in heaven, he is a good man."

Santos knocked his forehead on his hand and closed his eyes to pray.

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"Set up Browning M2HB on the second floor. The TV station is the key to our control of public opinion on Guadalupe Island."

Victor was willing to spend a lot of money. Anyway, it is estimated that there are at least nearly 10,000 people on the island engaged in drug trafficking. If these people rush up together, the hundreds of people in the police station will definitely die, even if Taylor comes.

But drug dealers can't really unite. There are dozens of organizations among these 10,000 people, and many of them are on the transportation line. If you let the driver do the work of the gunman, you have to increase his salary.

Therefore, the drug dealers with combat ability can only be 2,000 at most, and they have killed many of them.

But it is not easy to kill them all, so we can only mobilize the people.

1,000 US dollars per head, this is simply robbing money.

But the more such places are, the more thunderbolt means should be used.

But if you want to pull everyone out of drugs, you still need industry. When the society is slightly stable (drug dealers are almost dead), you can open a few processing plants to let everyone have a job.

Victor regards Guadalupe Island as his base.

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

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