naaapseattle #495 - Invasion through reproduction and defecation!
#495 - Invasion through reproduction and defecation!
Just a group fight…
Ugh!
"Protest, I protest! This is murder, murder!" The Korean had a huge bump on his head, a missing front tooth, was covering his mouth, and his glasses were shattered.
The Japanese guy next to him was panting, clutching his hand…
His pinky finger was snapped.
When he was pulled away, he kept staring with fiery eyes, like a hyena, fiercely eyeing the Mexican's throat.
As an East Asian country, he felt insulted.
But…
Joachim von Ribbentrop and the others, though also injured, were in high spirits. Just a fight, right?
Fight!
He spat and glared at the Americans covering their faces, one by one. "I'm telling you, Arturo Desena must die! Not even Jesus can save him. I mean it. No one can commit crimes in Mexico and then just wash their hands clean!"
"Drug dealers should have their necks twisted off and stuffed up their asses!"
"If any of you…"
Joachim von Ribbentrop pointed his finger at them without reservation. "Anyone who helps Arturo Desena will be our mortal enemy!"
"Let's go."
With that, he turned and left with his men, leaving a mess behind.
"Outrageous, too outrageous, Mr. Secretary-General! The UN doesn't need such arrogant countries. I demand military sanctions against him…" The Korean hadn't finished speaking when the American representative interrupted him, "Shut up!"
What else do you want?
You want to launch a UN-backed military sanction?
Do you think your daddy is having too comfortable a time?
Dong Da couldn't help but laugh at this scene…
Instantly, everyone looked at him.
"Sorry, I just thought of something funny."
You don't sound sorry at all!
The "useless trio" of Americans, Koreans, and Japanese glared at him with dissatisfaction.
Dong Da's representative calmly looked back, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Boutros Boutros-Ghali was overwhelmed and banged his gavel. "Adjourned. The meeting is postponed until tomorrow."
The Mexicans are too disrespectful!
Deputy Representative Arthur Zimmermann licked his lips, his cheek bruised from a punch. "The Japanese guys' punches are like a prostitute's, no strength at all."
"The ones who jump the highest die the earliest. They should be taught a lesson."
If Takagi Masao's wife can be openly beaten to death, what's the big deal about a Japanese prime minister dying?
If you piss off Mexico…
Do you think the General is a good person?
As the group got into the car, Joachim von Ribbentrop called Viktor.
Viktor was in a meeting.
A meeting "regarding new immigrants."
Casarez was presenting data. "Since the era of Old Mexico, immigrants from all over the world have been entering Mexico. The most are from Africa, about 1.32 million people, of which only 3,000 entered through proper channels."
"The second largest group is from Asia, about 400,000 people, mainly Koreans, followed by Chinese."
"Most of these people want to enter the United States through Mexico, but due to the deteriorating US-Mexico relations and strict border controls, many have been stranded."
"This has caused a lot of public security and religious problems, including…"
Ding-a-ling~
The phone rang, and the ministers in the meeting looked at a young man sitting in the back. The sound came from his briefcase. He fumbled for a while and took out a white phone.
"Oh?"
Viktor raised an eyebrow. "Did you win?"
Joachim von Ribbentrop grinned when he heard this. The boss is indeed the boss, never asking about right or wrong, only asking about the result. "We won. I knocked out a tooth from the Japanese guy."
"That's good. If you fought, you fought. If they're not happy, let them fight back."
Fight?
All the ministers present perked up their ears.
They had to listen to this.
"What exactly happened?"
Joachim von Ribbentrop explained the matter of Arturo Desena, without adding any embellishments.
"Who cares what his identity is? He's a drug dealer, a drug dog for life. Haiti? We've wanted to clean him up for a long time. Do we need a reason? Just find an excuse and say the gangs and drug dealers over there miss Jesus."
???
Miss your wind blowing in heaven?
Joachim von Ribbentrop thought for a moment. "Then should we prepare for military action?"
"Not yet…"
"Mexico has entered the overall liberation phase. Wait until everything is resolved before we solve the Haiti problem!"
"Okay, I'll report to you if there are any problems."
Viktor responded, hung up the phone, and looked at Jeff Bennett sitting in the distance. "Arturo Desena ran to Haiti and launched an armed coup, becoming president. Didn't you know?"
!!!!
The Director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency stared, a little confused.
"Go down and ask what's going on," Viktor said, frowning.
The other party nodded and ran out.
Of course, there will be problems with intelligence work. This is common. After all, people are not gods and will make mistakes, but Arturo Desena went to Haiti and successfully rebelled, and you didn't know about it, then you're just eating for free!
Although Jeff Bennett saw that the General said it lightly, the calmer he was, the angrier he was.
"Call over the heads of several departments, especially Giacomo Casanova, who is in charge of the southern government. Worthless! What is he eating!"
He said to his subordinates waiting at the door, and added, "Tell them to run!"
"Yes!"
In the office, Viktor signaled Casarez to continue.
The other party looked at the data and didn't know where to start…
"The problem of illegal immigration has seriously affected our development. I think we need to control and repatriate them, especially since 1992. Since the beginning, there have been about 7,000 cases of illegal immigration per quarter."
"Rodermo in Durango recently had a case where four African illegal immigrants kidnapped and killed two households, a total of 11 people, and robbed 21,200 pesos in cash and some jewelry…"
"The Chihuahua police destroyed an African gang with a total of 127 people. They resisted, 18 were killed, and the rest were arrested."
Casarez said a series of examples, and the listeners looked solemn.
"There are also Indians who have rapidly swept through many northern cities. Some people have reported that they often see them defecating on the beach, and some even do so in shopping malls. Moreover, their birth rate has been very high, with about 10,000 newborns born, and this number is constantly increasing…"
Indians…
They are simply walking maggots.
People rely on force to seize land, and they rely on reproduction and excrement.
Isn't that too disgusting?
They give birth like crazy wherever they go, and Mexican law is somewhat similar to that of the United States, such as children born in this place naturally carrying the nationality of this country.
"And the Indians are commonly involved in rape cases…"
"A pig farm in Sonora reported that more than 200 of their sows were raped by Indians and caught on the spot," Casarez said, his face numb.
The ministers sitting below looked at each other.
"Raping… pigs?" Propaganda Minister Goebbels was a little confused when he heard this. He had seen all kinds of people, but this was the first time he had seen such a perverted "person."
Casarez was helpless. "In addition to pigs, there are also cows, sheep, and even Mexican beaded lizards."
"Isn't that poisonous?"
"It's the same even if it's poisonous. In Chihuahua, six Indian corpses were found, all of whom had their lower bodies bitten and died of poisoning."
…
People really become speechless when they are speechless.
"Another point is that Africans, Indians, and minorities will form communities, forming a certain mutual assistance. When the police patrol, they will protect each other…"
Viktor narrowed his eyes when he heard this and opened his mouth:
"These problems must be solved. All illegal immigrants must be deported. There is no need to send them back. The cost is too high. Just throw them to the United States next door. If they are willing to join Mexico, there are three things we don't want…"
"Alfred, take note."
Alfred Rosenberg, the head of the Mexican Ministry of Civil Affairs, hurriedly opened his notebook.
You don't have any foresight. The boss is about to speak, you have to draw something, even if it's just a turtle.
"One, no unskilled workers."
"Two, no illegal or lawless people."
"Three, no people who don't follow the rules."
Why doesn't the United States deport illegal immigrants? First of all, capital needs a lot of cheap labor. Americans always say that their jobs are being taken away, but if you ask them to wash dishes for 16 hours a day, will they do it?
Outsiders, without a registered residence, dare not run away, dare not make trouble, a typical good target for exploitation.
Some gray industries also need their input.
Secondly, the United States needs people to promote its own strength. Some bastards will say that the air in the United States is free even if they eat donuts outside.
But Mexico doesn't need it.
Everything is waiting to be developed here, and there are too many people in the country who need to work. There is no need for others to come.
Except for some technical scientists, what are we bringing other people here for?
Viktor doesn't need to grab people and sell their kidneys.
"Immigrants are not allowed to form communities. They must be dispersed. If necessary, force must be used."
"The deadline is four months. When the time comes, just throw them to the border and let them fend for themselves in the United States."
If this were to happen in other countries, especially in Europe and the United States, internal parties would have been arguing about it.
But Mexico…
Viktor has the final say.
As for quality?
Look at who is in charge here? Do any of them have quality?
They would have been shot dozens of times if they were taken to the International Criminal Court in The Hague.
Viktor supported himself on the table with both hands and looked at them. "Mexico is not an immigrant country, and it doesn't need others to immigrate. When society is stable, the people will naturally be willing to have children. We can't be like the country next door, now everyone is a hybrid."
Cough cough cough…
If this gets out, it will be a bit extreme.
"Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Viktor's expression eased. "James Ryan, please cooperate with this matter."
A man with the rank of lieutenant general stood up and saluted.
He is the commander of the Mexican National Guard, the top leader.
"Does anyone have anything to add?"
Viktor asked again, glanced over, and seeing no one answered, "Okay, then the meeting is adjourned."
It's that decisive.
What's the point of holding a meeting for three or four hours?
A bunch of leaders are talking nonsense.
If something happens, find a way to solve it. If you can't, keep thinking about it, isn't that it?
Everyone stood up and waited for the General to leave first.
"Casarez, I'm afraid that forcibly throwing immigrants to the United States will cause large-scale protests…" Alfred Rosenberg, the head of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, hesitated.
"Protests that have not been approved are illegal and should be punched!"
Fatty Ka is still a person full of martial spirit. Anyway, it's not him who's being beaten.
"They have to choose between a fist-sized potato and a potato-sized fist. It's okay, as long as the gun is in our hands, let them make trouble, they can't make big waves."
That's right…
Have you ever seen a regime with guns, money, and people being overthrown?
The 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, then here's a sentence.
"Even the US military doesn't come."
There are only gangs and endless crimes.
A gang boss once believed that people in a community had cursed his child, and then… massacred the entire community.
It perfectly demonstrates the meaning of disorder.
In the National Palace, the symbol of the government.
Armed personnel can be seen everywhere, holding elite US military M16 series rifles, wearing skull masks, and wearing neat military uniforms. They look mysterious from head to toe.
The outside world calls them: "Skull Legion."
In fact, it is Los Zetas.
When Arturo Desena ran away, he first brought 200 elite troops, and then relied on his ability in Haiti to find a rich man named Martin Campos, an American who mainly did port business.
After finding a way to naturalize, he brought in troops in a piecemeal fashion.
Like ants moving house…
Therefore, the Mexican intelligence department did not pay attention at all. As for his internal explanation, he was going to Colombia to meet Pablo.
In the blink of an eye, he ran here.
When the number of troops reached more than 1,200, he led the people into the National Palace, killed President Joseph Nerette and his wife, and seized the position.
He claims to be the president to the outside world.
Of course, many people are not convinced, especially the gang forces in Port-au-Prince. We also want to be president, why should you come?
Then a gunfight broke out.
With the powerful "support" of the "Mexican Northern Army," wasn't Los Zetas' fight against the gangs practically a game?
If they couldn't beat Viktor, did that mean they couldn't beat you?
Most importantly, Los Zetas had armored vehicles...
The local gangs only had rifles.
The disparity in strength was obvious, and Arturo Decena quickly gained a foothold, but his relationship with the local gangs wasn't good either. After all, no one wants someone "getting in the way" above them.
Inside the presidential office.
Arturo Decena sat with his arms crossed in the president's chair, flanked by two armed gunmen, while a Frenchman sat in the chair opposite him.
How could you tell?
Because the man looked flamboyant.
"You want to cooperate with me?"
"I killed the president you supported!"
Arturo Decena's voice was a bit manic, he looked like he'd been under a lot of mental stress lately, he could use some brain pills.
"We see greater potential in you."
The man sitting across from him smiled. "As long as you acquire French citizenship and allow us to use resources, we will send troops and declare Haiti under our protection."
"Viktor... doesn't like me, he'll kill me. Are you sure you can take him on?"
"We'll talk to him. I believe we have that much influence."
He said that with so much confidence.
It made Arturo Decena doubt himself. He frowned, looked at the man carefully, and said in a deep voice, "I need to think about it."
"No problem, but please give me an answer as soon as possible."
The man bowed slightly and left...
Watching his back, Arturo Decena's expression was gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking.
......