Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexico. Colima. Manzanillo Port.

The sky is clear, the setting sun shines on the sea level, the fishing boats roar, and there is a special sense of laziness.

Standing on the coastline, stepping on the beach, walking the dog, feeling the cool breeze from the North Pacific, it is definitely a tourist destination.

Mexico is really beautiful, with low prices and warm people. It is very suitable for backpackers to travel. There are hundreds of beaches across the country. Isn’t it more fun than Thailand and Fiji?

The main thing is that safety cannot be guaranteed.

It’s okay if you don’t mess with local drug dealers. You are just afraid of encountering gangs. They like kidnapping, extortion, and even organ trafficking.

You can find all the crimes you can think of in this land.

So you understand why Victor is great. He is re-establishing order!

Buzz~

The seagulls startled by the whistle flew up, and a huge cargo ship was seen entering the port of Manzanillo.

The unloading worker was about to go up when he heard the horn of a car. He turned his head and saw more than a dozen cars swaggering into the port, and four or five trucks.

As soon as the car stopped, armed men in green military uniforms jumped out from it, holding weapons in their hands, but they didn't look like government men at all.

The worker saw that something was wrong, so he stopped and ran back.

To survive in Mexico, you have to rely on your sixth sense and eyesight.

The security guard guarding the port clearly saw the words written on the side of the vehicle: Sinaloa (North American Drug Association).

Damn!

Guzman's people!

They hid in the sentry box and didn't dare to come out. Sure enough, they saw Guzman getting out of a Mercedes-Benz. He was wearing a gray suit, and Arturo, the eldest of the four brothers of the Beltran Leyva Group, followed him.

His eyes were sinister, and his face was drooping. You have to understand the feelings of the deceased's family... Hahahaha!

I couldn't help it, and both brothers were killed by Victor.

His mind was twisted and perverted.

His eyes suddenly turned around and he saw a head popping out of the sentry box looking at them. Arturo took the rifle of the armed personnel next to him, walked towards the sentry box, stood a few meters away, and fired directly!

Bang, bang, bang!

The blood splashed on the glass.

The AK47 has 30 rounds of bullets, and the sentry box was directly shot into a sieve. The security guard inside didn't have time to scream before the body fell out of the sentry box.

Guzman watched this scene coldly.

He felt that Arturo was a little "uncontrollable" and had a serious mental illness. Last time, he introduced a female psychologist to him, and then he took the other person to the top floor, raped her, and then pushed her down!

Didn't you just lose two brothers?

Even if my mother in Sinaloa died, I wouldn't do this! ! !

His mental quality is too poor.

Guzman felt that he lacked reason.

But today was not the time to teach him a lesson. He came to the port for important things.

The first batch of 25 Mi-8s, 25 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles and 10 T55 tanks that Pablo promised to sponsor has arrived!

"Unload!" He said to the henchman next to him, who ran over and shouted, "The boss said unload! Hurry up!"

The cargo hold of the cargo ship was opened and the tanks were driven out.

Isn't it easy to pass customs for such things?

Colombia said it was a local specialty, who dared to check Pablo's goods? There are only two ways for customs, either passive or active, and on the Mexican side, Colima is also a traditional area of ​​Sinaloa.

Everything is arranged.

"Mr. Guzman, the first batch of goods includes 7 T55s, 7 Mi-8s, 12 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles, 3,600 AK-74u, 3 million rounds of ammunition, 200 RPGs, 2,000 rocket launcher shells, and 1,600 SSh-68 helmets. You can check it out."

The deliveryman Ochoa handed the list to Guzman.

The dwarf stopped breathing when he heard it. Even though he had seen the world, he was shocked by this big deal.

Pablo, you are my father!

You are really too generous.

Although he was surprised, he was still calm and frowned, "Where are the remaining weapons and personnel?"

"They will arrive next week at the latest. Don't worry, Mr. Guzman, Mr. Pablo is very efficient."

"Victor puts too much pressure on us. The Americans will help him. This is bad news for us. I need to counterattack Sonora before they react. As long as we take it down, he will be trapped in Lower California..." Guzman said a lot.

Ochoa raised his eyebrows, "What do you need?"

Quite direct, to the point.

All this nonsense is nothing more than asking for people and money.

"Plane! I need a plane!"

Guzman waved his hand, "Not a helicopter, but a fighter jet that can attack Victor's troops from the air."

Damn, your requirements... are really a lot.

Ochoa was also shocked by his tone.

Pablo's troops are not equipped with much...

"I will convey this matter to Mr. Pablo, but I personally feel that you should need time. General Ubico Castañeda of Guatemala is our partner. He is seeking a coup to come to power. In our With help, he will definitely succeed. Maybe it won't be long before we can establish a real hub in Guatemala, relying on it to transmit weapons and ammunition from South America and North America, and planes can also take off from his side to provide you with direct air support. "

Ochoa took it for granted and did not take the Mexican government seriously at all.

nonsense…

You don’t have any planes in the air, and you don’t have a protective system. People can come and leave as they please. How can you still stop them?

Do you know the combined net worth of the 17 members of the North American Narcotics Association?

More than 300 billion US dollars!

The Medellin Group alone can earn more than 10 billion U.S. dollars in profits a year, which is far from modest.

Victor's intelligence agency even said that their worth exceeds 600 billion US dollars!

Those who engage in gray business all have running capital. They are the cash kings in Latin America. The United States may check the legal sources, but Mao Xiong is really not sure yet.

If you give me money, I can buy anything!

Ochoa didn't say one thing. The boss, Pablo, was discussing a big deal with his connections there.

"Buy NBC!"

Don't think this is an exaggeration. When the bear died, did you know how many coins were lost?

About 250 pieces!

A thousand years later, when Da Mao checked these things himself, he still said that 10 of them were missing. Where were the things? Where's the goods? Who is the TMD buyer?

No one knows, but it is obvious that the world has become more "civilized" and everyone is becoming more polite.

As a close confidant of Pablo, Ochoa only knew about this plan, but he could not tell it and was still talking about it.

The opponent's price for a warhead is "300 million US dollars."

Pablo agreed without thinking. Now the main thing is how to transport it out.

And how not to be known to Americans.

If they knew, really, the aircraft carriers in the Persian Gulf would immediately turn around. Even if the world was full of rumors, they would definitely kill Colombia.

At worst, I'll erase it for you!

They will never allow another "big guy with a knife" to appear next to them.

Ochoa looked at Guzman's frown and knew that he was anxious, so he thought of a way for him, "Mr. Pablo will do everything possible to help the members of the association. You can rest assured about this, but if you feel that weapons The equipment is not enough, I can actually recommend you an arms dealer, a Soviet man, his reputation is very good. "

"As long as you give him money, he can send it to anywhere in the world."

Guzman looked at him and asked, "Do you have a phone?"

"Of course, I think I have his business card." Ochoa took out a business card from his wallet and handed it over. Chapo took it and looked at it, and wrote a name on it.

"Victor Boot!"

"As long as you have money, he can take anything. He has connections with the other side, but Mr. Pablo hates him more. His prices are higher, but the goods are fine, absolutely authentic, and you can still smell it on the barrel. To Siberian potato flavor.”

"Thank you!" Guzman thanked him.

Ochoa shrugged, "Our interests are common. Kill Victor and open the door to the United States!"

"Will do!"

"Guzman, the cargo is unloaded!" Arturo walked over, glanced at Ochoa, and said in a muffled voice.

"Then it's time for me to leave. I'll leave when the gas is full."

"Aren't you going to take a break? Let me entertain you," Guzman said.

Ochoa shook his hand, "Next time, there's a chance."

He is very busy now. As the Secretary-General of the North American Drug Association, he is very important and is responsible for coordination everywhere.

"Have a safe trip then." Guzman shook hands with him and got into the car.

Arturo was about to sit in the front when he called him, "Come in and sit with me. I have something to tell you."

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and sat aside.

"Guzman..."

"Why don't you even want to call me cousin now?"

"Are you blaming me for killing Alfredo?"

Arturo was silent. In the past, he always called him cousin or boss. He was really worried about the death of his brother.

Guzman looked at him and sighed, "My heart is also very painful. Do you think I feel good about the death of my cousins? My son also died, Arturo, he was cut into pieces by Victor." I put a lot of pieces into the refrigerator, but I can have many sons and only a few brothers. We grew up together and our relationship is very deep, but I can’t stop.”

"Brothers are looking at me. Our enemies are laughing at us. All I can do is hold the wound silently, and then one day kill Victor to comfort their dead souls."

"What we have to do now is to work together. You don't want the foundation our brothers created together to be destroyed by that policeman from the countryside!"

Guzman held down Arturo's shoulders, with tears in his eyes, "Believe me, I will chop off Victor's head and kick him like a ball in front of the whole world."

"Can you believe my cousin?"

Arturo looked at the other person's eyes, pleading and pitiful. His heart sank and he nodded, "Cousin."

Guzman immediately hugged him, patted his back, and howled twice, "Cousin!"

The confidant who was driving saw a scene in the rearview mirror.

The boss squinted his eyes, his eyes were very cold, like... a poisonous snake, and there was no sign of any discomfort at all.

Suddenly, Guzman turned his head sharply.

Looking at each other through the rearview mirror, the driver felt a chill all over and looked away hurriedly and hastily. His hands were neither holding the steering wheel nor putting them down. He felt like his back was covered with sweat.

Hero!

How could she shed tears?

Cousin?

son?

hehe…

Is it important to have your own drug empire? !

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