Leaving the conference room,
Ethan Hunt still furrowed his brow.
His intuition told him something was off!
It felt like a setup.
He was the head of the intelligence department, so why tell him this?
There must be a trick, definitely a trick.
Ethan Hunt had served Blanco, and now he was close to Pablo's sister, fought battles north and south, bathed in blood, plunging in and out seven times in one night, what major event hadn't he seen? And now you play this game with me?
After he left, Belman, the second son of "Grandmaster" Abrego, entered. He was now serving as the military commander of the Yucatan Peninsula. If he wanted to go solo, killing the puppet president would be as easy as flipping his hand.
"Dad, why do you suspect Victor?" Belman, burly and towering, spoke with a somewhat muffled voice.
This son was no simpleton. When the Gulf Group was expanding into the United States market and clashed with the gangs in San Francisco, he was at the forefront, able to fight, charge, and kill. He was Abrego's favorite among his sons.
But... his head didn't work too well.
Hearing his son's question, Abrego glanced at him and exhaled turbid air, "Because he is too calm, so calm that he doesn't seem like a drug trafficker."
According to Abrego, officially certified drug traffickers are all hot-headed, which certainly carried bias in the Golden Triangle but, hey, in Latin America, calm drug traffickers are indeed rare.
At the slightest provocation, they would resort to killing.
As if their heads were filled with violent genes.
All they did was three things—kill, traffic drugs, hide drugs!
A person like "Victor," who was extremely calm in everything he did, even had intelligence beyond the average drug trafficker.
Of course, it's not to say that all Latin American drug traffickers were only about fighting and killing; Guzman was famously crafty, but he would still lose control in some situations.
"My intuition tells me, he's not one of us," Abrego squinted.
Belman scratched his head, confused but impressed.
"How is the Navy of the Yucatan Peninsula shaping up that I asked you to organize?"
Its geographical location was quite good, situated between the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea, belonging to Campeche State, Quintana Roo, and Yucatán State in Mexico. If it had a navy, it could completely connect and coordinate large-scale sea drug trafficking with other countries!
As for air transport…
Once you fly over the northern air space, they'll shoot you down.
Now, this Southern Government needed money everywhere, with drug profits exceeding 40%. Under Abrego's guidance, over 300 towns and cities in the south had switched to growing raw materials for drugs!
As for crops like corn... very few.
They even had "thoughtful" reward measures where whoever planted the most and best would receive rewards, encouraging farmers toward "privatization" and providing them with quarterly subsidies, as long as they agreed to grow narcotics.
But likewise, this completely abandoned the self-sufficiency of food, relying entirely on the United States, Spain, the United Kingdom, and other Latin American countries for sponsorship.
And these food supplies were certainly not free for the farmers; they had to pay for them, which again was a revenue stream for the drug trafficker government.
These desperate farmers could only sell their land and manpower to various "organizations" and "gangs" under the drug trafficker government, creating a perfect amalgamation of land monopoly and labor exploitation.
Doesn't it resemble... the operations of ancient noble families?
Looking at it this way, the world is just a damn circle.
What management experience did Abrego's crowd have? At their core, they were greedy, and now several states in the south were starting to see starvation.
Even, to elevate the status of drug traffickers, some were planning to create a "hierarchical" system, similar to India's caste system!
For instance, the families and organizations of ruling drug traffickers would be first-class citizens, the second class would be various appointed officials and the wealthy, and the third class would be the poor at the bottom.
It was said that Abrego was considering this, his underlings stirring up, and it wouldn't be long before it passed!
This was simply outrageous—to the point of absurdity.
Latin American drug traffickers, Southeast Asian politicians, African tribal warlords—a typical mixture of different "privileged classes."
Abrego even planned to implement a law prohibiting anyone from discussing Victor and the Northern Army in public, and also, mandating that all second sons in families join the drug trafficker's combat system, mandatory!
Just build it, in a few years, everyone will starve!
"The Institutional Party sold us 4 Fletcher-class destroyers, one Brownstein-class frigate, one Perry-class frigate, as well as 69 patrol boats, 3 survey ships, 20 auxiliary ships, 1 training ship, and 3 tugboats. We've recruited over 10,000 personnel from the Navy; we can put together a fleet now," Belman said excitedly.
The Mexican Navy was also not weak, although all were warships from World War II. With large quantities and nearly 40,000 personnel, after Victor conquered several key western port cities, most of the warships had fallen into the hands of the Northern Army.
Victor didn't quite trust these "old soldiers"; he incorporated the important officers into the Naval Academy as instructors, while the useful soldiers were left at their posts, and the others were sent to several large shipyards to work as laborers under employment assistance policy.
All the shipyards in Mexico owned by the United States were confiscated by Victor.
Including the subsidiaries of Ingalls Shipbuilding Company and Aosta Company, both major producers for the US Navy.
There were also some Navy personnel on Institutional Party territory who, tempted by the drug traffickers, defected with their ships to the drug traffickers.