Working as a police officer in Mexico

Secretary Ajit shuddered.

Kill Quaukmot?

What kind of assassination is going on?

As human beings, when something unreasonable comes to mind, the first thing that comes to mind is resorting to violence.

Carlos came to power through fraud, mobilizing drug traffickers to coerce voters to switch to him. If that didn't work, he would escalate his behavior and kill his opponents!

During his time in politics, Quintero eliminated more than 70 opponents for him. Otherwise, why would the media ridicule him as "the luckiest president in Mexican history".

When he was running for Congress, his opponent fell into the bathtub and drowned at home. Well... the opponent was a big man of 189, and then drowned at home.

There was also a politician who said on TV that he was related to drug dealers. When he went home at night, he was hit by a large truck and killed... a family of four.

There are countless such deeds.

Once the opponent is eliminated, no one will compete with him.

Raul Salinas, who was executed, was also involved in many murder cases.

Secretary Ajit swallowed his saliva and said, "Sir, who should I let go? I'm afraid it's not easy to do it in Mexicali."

Carlos raised his eyebrows and tried to calm down, "He must be seeking help from Victor. He will definitely return to Mexico City and let him die on the road. Contact Guzman and Valdis!" "

Valdez is the commander of Mexico's National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen), and he is also Carlos's brother-in-law, a close kind of person.

"I don't want him to come back alive."

"Understood, sir." Secretary Ajit lowered his head and responded. After waiting for a moment and seeing no instructions from the other party, he slowly walked out and closed the door behind him.

He was in no hurry to carry out Carlos' orders.

Instead, he stood in the corridor and caught the wind.

Mr. Carlos... seems to be dying.

As a secretary, Ajit could feel that the storm was coming. If Kwaukmot came back alive, with Victor on the outside and the support of the party bosses on the inside, he would definitely be able to take the position.

As a confidant, will he be liquidated?

Ajit panicked, and a sudden thought came to his mind, "How about betraying Carlos?"

He didn’t even call me sir anymore.

But he soon shook his head. His butt was not clean, and his interests were already bound to Carlos.

or…

Run away?

…

Mexico International Information Service, interrogation room.

Quintero...two ears are gone, his nose is gone, and the flesh on his face was surgically separated layer by layer, and then some honey was put inside.

B2 was like a pervert in a movie, smiling, "Don't be nervous, apply it evenly to get the flavor."

He dipped his fingers in honey and spread it evenly on the other person's face.

Quintero no longer had the strength to struggle. He could only stare with his eyes fixedly and make a weak sound in his throat.

They didn't damage the eyes and throat. The DEA will use them when the time comes.

You have to leave some space for others to cut, right?

B2 saw that the other person's face was covered with honey. He nodded with satisfaction and licked his fingers. It was sweet.

Quintero looked at him in horror. Are all Victor's subordinates such perverts?

B2 took out four tubes from the side and could see densely packed ants inside. “This is the black pear bulldog ant. It has a ferocious temperament, a sharp serrated jaw and a hard sting. Its venom is highly toxic and it likes sweets. "

With that said, he opened the lid and poured it directly on Quintero's face.

The opponent's eyes glanced down hard, watching the ants wandering on his face, and then biting the rotten flesh fiercely!

"Ahhh!!!"

The screams were heartbreaking.

"B2, give me an adrenaline shot." A colleague's words rang out from the loudspeaker in the room.

"It's okay. Mr. Quintero's voice is still loud and he seems to be in good spirits. Let him see his torture with his own eyes."

Camarena's picture on the wall looked at the scene.

He seemed to be laughing.

"I said, I told it all! I said it all, I have the specific amount and time of the bribe I paid Carlos on the computer in my mansion in Sinaloa."

B2 burst out laughing immediately, "Are you kidding? You want us to run to Sinaloa? You think we are fools, please change the evidence!"

Sinaloa is Guzman's home base, and the other party must be heavily guarded. The Mexican International Information Department is an agent, not a superman.

They must not be beaten into a sieve.

"I had an address tattooed on a prostitute in Mexico City. It was the address of my mansion in Tijuana, and it contained what you want, the dollars Carlos left for me."

B2 raised his eyebrows, "Why did you tattoo your address on a prostitute?"

Quintero lowered his head, and B2 went up and slapped him, thinking he was asleep, and a few ants were slapped away from his face.

"I...I have so many houses that I can't remember them all," Quintero said.

B2 raised his head...

The colleagues in the command room were also speechless.

Hold!

Listen, is this human talk?

To raise wages, ask the boss to raise wages.

Drug dealers are really rich, no wonder so many people do this.

When the Chinese-American drug lord Ye Zhenli was arrested, the Mexican government investigated his assets. He owned about 177 luxury homes and more than 300 luxury cars. This is just in Mexico. There are about 500 residences in the world.

Um…

He mainly imports ephedrine, which costs 1,000 US dollars per kilogram. After getting off the ship at the Mexican port, Sinaloa buys it directly for 30,000 US dollars per kilogram.

Can you really live in all those luxury houses?

However, now Victor has many mansions, all of which are trophies. He plans to use these houses as rewards to his subordinates who perform well.

"What's the prostitute's name? What does she look like? What are her characteristics? How much is her price?" B2 asked carefully, and then compiled what Quintero said.

Someone from the operations department will verify it at that time.

If it's a lie.

At the very least, Quintero would have to remove two legs.

…

After Victor and Quaukmot finished their discussion, they were treated to a dinner and a specially prepared cake.

"My colleagues told me that today is your son's birthday."

Quaukmot looked at the cake in front of him and said, "You don't have to be so polite."

"This is not polite. We are partners on the same front and comrades-in-arms. Your son is my child. Come on, make a wish first!" Victor stood up and said.

The latter glanced at his father, and Quaukmot saw desire in his eyes.

cake…

He hadn't tasted it for a long time. The cake for his mother's birthday before was actually an ordinary egg cake.

Quaukmot smiled and touched his head, "Thank you, Uncle Victor."

"Thank you, uncle!" McClure raised his head and said with a smile.

"Make a wish! Make a wish!" Santos, an atmosphere group member, said from the side.

McClure closed his eyes and clasped his hands, "I hope my family will always be happy, that Mr. Victor will always be safe, and that Santos and Stephanie will always be happy!"

The heart of a child is simple.

He doesn't distinguish whether others are doing good to him for some benefit. He only knows that he is happy.

Perhaps, this is the innocence that needs to be protected.

"You have to be happy too, McClure!" Santos hugged his new partner and said firmly, "Don't worry, under the leadership of Mr. Victor, everyone in Mexico will be happy."

"You have to believe us, the path will never be wrong."

Quaukmot glanced at Santos in surprise, and then at Victor. Is this what a child can say?

Victor, are you already raising the next generation?

He plans to prepare for a long struggle!

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