Working as a police officer in Mexico

Come out of the interrogation room.

Casare still had a look of shock on his face.

The news that Raul Salinas just said has simply ruined the outlook.

He pressed the radio in his hand.

Zizzi~

After the interruption, it was Raul's voice.

"The Salinas family cooperated with Aviles, the first generation of Mexican drug lords, 50 years ago, when my father was still a congressman."

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"There was an income of more than 1.6 million US dollars every year. That was in 1967. We used this money to bribe other officials and slowly grew the family."

"We are not the first to cooperate with drug traffickers, but we will not be the last. Mexico is hopeless! It is hopeless! It is hopeless!"

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"We never care who is the leader of the Mexican drug cartel, as long as our commission cannot be less every year, whoever can make money for us will be the leader!"

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"Besides, do you think we are the only ones behind this drug cartel? Impossible! Hehe..." Raul Salinas' mocking voice sounded from the radio, like a duck, "Aside from us, there are Americans! We are The one who works for them...the CIA is..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a knocking sound.

That was when the boss knocked the other party unconscious.

His voice came from the radio, very cold, "Find someone to cut out the last sentence."

Casare's brows trembled vigorously, and when he remembered the way Raul raised his head and stared at them with his eyes, he knew that he must be telling the truth.

His family used to be farmers.

When he was a child, he watched his father sighing at the planting field. He couldn't understand why the yellow-orange corn looked so delicious but could not be sold at a high price.

As he grew up, he gradually understood that Mexico was a dumping ground for the United States, and domestic farmers could only grow other cash crops, but he still yearned for that country.

because…

There is paradise.

He originally wanted to naively live to be 100 years old, get a subsidy from the insurance company, and then go to the United States. By then, his next generation will become Americans. But now you tell me, the country of my dreams is actually doing this. this method.

In an instant, it felt like the whole sky had fallen.

"What are you thinking about?"

A cigarette was handed over.

Casare looked like he was crying. He turned his head and saw Victor holding a cigarette in his mouth. "Boss, is Mexico hopeless?"

"Are we dead?" Victor looked at him and said with a smile, "Not yet."

"The world is like this. Some people are immersed in the night, and some people are yearning for the light. If we are not dead, we can still fight. But when your enemy is too strong, you have to obey first. No one will sleep with their eyes open every day. Always One day we will be able to bite a piece of meat called "freedom" from it!"

In fact, will the CIA's drug involvement still be called a secret after the millennium?

Their relationship with drugs originated during the Cold War. In order to fight against the pro-Soviet regimes in Latin America, the CIA carried out a large number of activities in various places, and thus began to support evil forces in various countries, including armed drug traffickers.

In Latin America, drug traffickers who were suppressed by the pro-Soviet regime began to use the drug money earned from drug trafficking to purchase arms from the CIA. In practice, this behavior gradually evolved into a simple transaction of drugs for arms.

The CIA has about 20,000 employees, but its annual budget of nearly $50 billion is far from enough to cover its expenses. Therefore, some people will find ways to obtain their own benefits through "disgraceful" means.

This matter was not revealed until 1996, when an American, Gary Weber, revealed a shady story and revealed that the CIA had established its own drug network in the United States and secretly hired drug dealers to sell huge amounts of drugs to the public.

On December 10, 2004, Gary Webb, who had always been talking, died mysteriously. He was shot twice in the head when he died.

After conducting an in-depth and impartial investigation, the U.S. police determined that Weber died of suicide and used a police .38-caliber revolver.

Suicide...shoot twice.

Very familiar operation.

And it is said that when DEA agent Camarena was killed by drug dealers, there were CIA agents around him. This matter cannot be verified, but it can be clearly felt that the atmosphere between the two departments has been very wrong since 1985.

Sooner or later they will suffer the consequences!

But if you want to say that all high-level officials in the United States are involved in drugs, that would be an exaggeration. After all, the drug market is only about high profits, not high profits. It is a market worth hundreds of billions of dollars a year.

They sell shoes, which is a market worth trillions of dollars a year. The most important thing is that they control enough of the weapons market.

The drug business is too low for real bosses.

But it is undeniable that there are many people involved, and these people are simply giants to Victor now!

"Drug war, we never fight alone, man! Mexico needs us, Latin America needs us, and the world needs us!" Victor patted Casare lightly on the shoulder.

"Life goes on and the fight goes on!"

The CIA now wants to kill itself, but since it is from the perspective of anti-drugs, it cannot be said that it is launching a war for a small role like itself, right?

Although the furry bear collapsed, he is not dead yet.

This is the best time to develop your power.

Victor wants to absorb more power for himself before the bear's collapse.

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Raul Salinas was kidnapped in broad daylight from a Mexico City café. Almost everyone with respectability knew about it.

And three days later.

In a small village outside Mexico City, someone found the body of a man tied to a tree with the words: Please respect the law! Respect civilians!

The farmer was scared to death and quickly called the police. When the police arrived, they discovered that this person was Raul Salinas.

They quickly reported the matter.

Carlos didn't come, but his secretary came. Looking at the almost rotten body, the secretary couldn't help pinching his nose.

"He was dead for about three days, and he was obviously tortured before his death," said the medical examiner responsible for the autopsy.

The secretary-general sighed, this is really the end of the world.

When he was about to leave, the police sergeant leading the team stopped him and handed him a letter, "This was found on Mr. Raul's body. I haven't read it."

Provocative?

The secretary raised his eyebrows, but he had a mysophobia, so he took out the disposable gloves from his briefcase and took them.

Wait until you return to the official residence.

In the office.

Carlos Salinas turned his back to the door and looked at the family photo hanging on the wall. On it, the three brothers were holding each other's arms and smiling happily. Carlos Salinas still had hair at that time.

"Sir." The secretary called softly.

"How is it?" Carlos Salinas spoke. Although he was suppressing it, his voice was still trembling. It was obvious that he was praying for that tiny hope.

"It's Mr. Raul Salinas."

Carlos sighed...

"There is another letter here, which was found from him." The secretary put it on the table, and when the other party didn't speak, he slowly withdrew.

As soon as the door closed, the office was dark.

Carlos Salinas raised his head. He was also crying? When I walked to the table and opened the envelope, my hands were shaking.

I saw a sentence written on it: Please die with your drugs, don't shed tears, you will be next. -Sin buster!

The real name is left behind.

"Victor!" Carlos squeezed his hand, and the paper was directly crushed into a ball by him. The ridicule that came to him made him grit his teeth.

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