[This story is purely fictional and contains artistic exaggeration. Please do not bring it into reality. 】

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Mexico, Uncle Sam's neighbor.

The first impression of the entire country is that it is the largest seller of laundry detergent in the world.

More than half of the world's laundry detergent flows out from here.

The Mexican government wanted to crack down, but it turned a blind eye, and in the end even became complicit.

Because washing powder can bring huge tax revenue to the country.

There are people who support it, and there are naturally those who are against it.

However, without exception, these opponents died.

In some cities in Mexico, it is so exaggerated that the mayor changes every day.

Including the police and soldiers, if you dare to oppose, not only will you die, but your family will not escape either.

This is a country ruled by darkness.

The cat turned into a mouse, and the mouse turned into a cat.

Some people think that the situation in Mexico is actually caused by Uncle Sam.

They use washing powder and gangs to control their neighbors in disguise.

There were news reports that the CIA was in cahoots with laundry detergent merchants.

Making money secretly and doing shady things.

To tell a joke, a lawyer with a briefcase in Sam could rob more money than a thousand people with submachine guns.

What is this called?

With a human face and an animal heart, he is a gentle scumbag.

Isn’t that how Uncle Sam made his fortune?!

Behind great wealth lies evil.

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Tijuana, Mexico.

The fourth largest city on the northwest border of the country, it is 19 kilometers north of Tiago City, Sam Country.

Due to the border with Sam, smuggling and selling laundry detergent, gang fights often occur.

The social security situation is unsatisfactory compared with that of Mexico as a whole, with frequent kidnappings and shootings.

In the past three years, two city police chiefs have been shot dead, and many wealthy people have been kidnapped.

Including two Chinese-Americans who were kidnapped, one of whom was tortured.

The main reason is that Tijuana is adjacent to Sam, the laundry detergent smuggling group, the gangs are quite powerful, and the police force is insufficient.

Entering Tijuana, it feels very different from Sam Country.

The whole place is dirty, messy and poor, almost like the feeling of coming to Asan Kingdom.

The only difference is that the entertainment industry here is very developed.

As soon as you enter the country, you are greeted by several giant nightclub advertisements.

The Sam people regard Tijuana as a good weekend destination.

At the same time, this is also one of the headquarters of Sinaloa, the largest laundry detergent sales group in Mexico.

Menendez, the leader of the group, has been named the most influential person in the world by Forbes many times.

More than ten years ago, Menendez, who was quick-witted and ruthless, quickly made a name for himself in 17 states in Mexico.

The name "Sinaloa" of its laundry detergent selling group comes from the Mexican state of Sinaloa, which is a paradise for drug traffickers.

Likewise, it is also the group's home base.

Menendez has a "commando team" of thousands of people in his hands. As long as he gives the order, the "commando team" will immediately pounce on the government troops.

Some say Menendez's influence is greater than that of the president.

Indeed.

In his eyes, Mexican President Calderon is nothing at all.

On the outskirts of Tijuana, there is an extremely large manor.

And the manor.

This is where Menendez, the leader of the Sinaloa Cartel, lives in Tijuana.

Today, a guest from Sam's country came to Menendez's manor.

Moreover, this person still wanted to see Menendez by name, saying that he had a big business to discuss.

Menendez was very curious and met this man.

Next to the outdoor swimming pool.

Wearing big pants and shirtless Menendez, he was lying on a beach chair, wearing sunglasses and sunbathing.

He is nearly fifty years old and still has bronze tendons.

He looks like he is in his thirties and energetic.

In addition, his body is covered with dense tattoos.

There are skulls, gods, devils, incomprehensible English letters, and patterns such as tigers and wolves.

In short, there is no place on Menendez's body that is not tattooed.

There are also warblers and swallows and beauties around it like clouds.

The body proportions of these white girls are so hot and alluring.

In the swimming pool, there were several beauties swimming without bikinis.

The picture is so beautiful that I dare not describe it.

Just when Menendez was enjoying it.

A strong man with a fierce look and brown skin walked in. He could enter the swimming pool but he was not a confidant. He could not enter.

For a normal man.

My eyes usually stay on those pretty beauties, let alone those without any clothes.

But the strong man's eyes never stayed for a moment on the beauties around him.

Because he knew that as long as he dared to take a look.

I will definitely be chopped into pieces by the boss and fed to the sharks.

I just went to see it because I thought my life was too long.

The strong man walked up to Menendez without looking sideways, with a respectful look on his face.

"Boss, the guests we made an appointment with have arrived."

"Bring it here."

Menendez was still lying on the beach, opened his mouth and spoke calmly.

"Yes, boss."

The strong man nodded, turned and left.

Menendez pulled down his sunglasses, glanced at the beauties around him, and said: "You all go in, go to the room and wait."

The beauties did not dare to say more and nodded.

One by one they hurriedly left the outdoor swimming pool, not daring to slack off at all.

Soon, the strong man left and came back again.

But this time, behind him was a somewhat evil white man in a suit.

This man's name is Jerome Valeska, a former comrade in the trenches.

After retiring from the Rangers, his life was so tight that he resorted to robbing to pass his time.

The capitalist-dominated government doesn't care how these retired veterans are doing.

For them.

As long as you don't retire, you still have value. After you retire, do whatever you want.

As for whether you are dead or alive.

They don't want to know, and they don't want to know.

A ruthless society creates selfish citizens.
To be continued...