In the fields outside the steel factory.
Victor sat in a chair, enjoying the rare sunshine.
Looking at the soaring points, he was in a good mood.
This Golden Finger even had a top-to-bottom ranking system.
Of course, the one providing the most points was Alfredo, the money-laundering head of the Sinaloa Drug Cartel. He was also a VIP at Las Vegas casinos, making it a point to gamble there every year.
He had connections with the Italian Mafia, American Mafia, RB "Yakuza", Aryan Brotherhood, and even the famous Canadian gang "Hell's Angels". He even held numerous positions within these gangs.
Looking through, there wasn't a single organization that wasn't trafficking drugs!
He himself had established an organization in Ottawa, Canada, called "DM High to Heaven"!
Um... quite a saucy name.
But there really were TMD a lot of people joining without needing any persuasion.
Young people in North America like exciting things, the more rebellious, the more they worship it.
Sooner or later, Victor would go and straighten out their warped worldviews!
Drugs, alcoholism, fighting?
I'll feed you bullets!
Alfredo gave Victor over 300 million points, which basically recouped the "capital" for the thermobaric bombs. He might not be the most famous, as many who don't pay attention to the history of Mexican drug trafficking might not have heard of him.
But the financial havoc he wrought as the head of money laundering was by no means light.
He should be considered the "easiest" boss to die at Victor's hands so far, barely suffering at all.
This "Steel Factory Battle" directly caused his points to surge to 2.1 billion!
That's enough to buy 15 Tu-160s.
But he already had an idea and planned to invest this money into the military factory, giving Mexico's military industry a boost, then slap on a label and sell directly to the African battlefield.
In the 90s, after the Russian Bear died, the eagle that was being held back completely took flight, spreading its wings and searching for oil all over the world.
The most stable trilateral relationship, confrontation from both sides is still manageable, but when one dominates, chaos is inevitable. At that time, the whole world would be at war!
Oil is known to breed insurgent forces.
By then, I, Victor... will provide weapons to all the rebels around the world, of course, for a fee. If you don't pay, you think I'll send you weapons for free?
I'll send you a hammer blow.
At that time, there will be only one evil dragon in the whole world.
When the whole world resists "bad seeds" from behind the scenes.
Damn! Such a thrilling feeling!
Just as Victor was pondering his next moves, Casare came over and called out.
Victor turned his head, looked at him, "Are all the reporters sent off?"
"They've been sent off, they took the money and said they would make sure to report positively about us in the newspapers before leaving," Casare replied.
"Just listen to that bullshit for fun," said Victor.
It would already be good if they didn't slander us behind our backs.
"From now on, ordinary journalists are strictly forbidden within the military area. If they forcibly enter, treat them as spies, kill them on the spot, and bury them in the mountains," Victor said indifferently.
More and more weapons are definitely going to come out, the longer we can hide them, the better.
Casare agreed from the side.
"After taking over the steel factory, I plan to set up a logistics area here, what do you think? West of Sonora State is Baja California, north is the United States, and to the south is Sinaloa State. Many countries have to pass through Mexico to get to the United States and Canada, and we can get a slice of the delivery orders," Victor suggested.
"Including giants like American Robinson Global Logistics, Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railway (BNSF); if they want to transport goods, they have to establish companies in Mexico, which can provide job positions and boost the GDP," Victor continued.
Mexico's transportation channels are bustling. Many countries below choose to pass through the US-Mexico border if they find air transportation too expensive for shipping goods.
Otherwise, you think the drug trafficking routes are only used by locals?
That's the advantage of geographical location.
Victor has the vision, and if not for the current social environment being poor, he would straight up create a "Mexican version of Silicon Valley" in Tijuana.
Big bro, you take care of Canada, and the rest is up to me!
As long as I'm paid, there's no shame in being a little brother.
Casare, somewhat dazed by the other's "grand vision," smiled awkwardly, "Boss, I don't understand the economic aspect, we still have to leave it to the professionals."
Victor nodded, it was time to form a "think tank".
Farming is much harder than fighting.
"You need to read more, wait until later when I take you out; when other country and region's big bosses ask you about your education, you have to show something impressive. Education is for showing off, knowledge is for making progress," Victor declared.
"When the time comes, ask Harvard or Yale how much it costs to add a couple of slots," he added.
"Buy... buy it directly?" Casare asked, lifting his head after agreeing with the previous words but hearing the boss talking about spending money.
"Who has that much time to study? Besides, they wouldn't be able to appreciate my knowledge anyway, let's a building, it can also raise our profile and pull in some good feeling with the American elite," said Victor.
Such a bold method of doing business will surely be liked by the Americans.
Victor now was like a "licking dog," earnestly trying to cozy up with the American elite, conveying the message that he was on their side.
Don't doubt it; I'm the little hoodlum behind America, waving the flag and cheering.
The world is so dangerous, you have to cling to a thigh; if you're too arrogant, you might end up targeted by armed bombing.