Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 223 The first time I came to the United States, I stood like a slave!

As a major drug lord, Guzman does not know how many houses he owns in Mexico. Just like Pablo, some people think that he is worth only 3 billion US dollars.

How can it be!

Mainly because I didn’t know how much money he made when he ransacked his home.

Anyway, you can buy whatever you want from anywhere in the world.

Money can solve 99% of problems.

A house with an ocean view in Manzanillo.

As soon as Guzman returned, he called in his confidants.

Snap!

He lit a cigarette for himself, exhaled in a graceful manner, and looked at the beach in the distance. There were many beauties in bikinis there. Guzman was lustful, and he had his eyes on this woman at this moment.

The skin is wheat-colored, with protruding front and back, and he is playing volleyball with sunglasses on. This jumps up... Tsk, tsk, tsk, NMD, it is definitely not silicone.

All of a sudden, Guzman reacted, with a possessive look in his eyes. He took a drag on his cigarette and stared at him intently.

At this moment, his confidants walked in.

They are all famous people on the road!

"Boss!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Guzman looked back with a hint of reluctance and looked back at them, "You have also seen Pablo's weapons and ammunition. They will be distributed as planned and given priority to Los Zetas."

In the battle of "Hermosillo Steel Plant", the "Los Zetas", which was built by Guzman's gunner unit and cost a lot of money, suffered more than 600 casualties. It was completely destroyed and had no bones after being hit by thermobaric bombs.

Just pay more attention in the next life.

But if you have money, some people will work for you. Guzman has contacted many veterans in Southeast Asia through a "broker" in Asia.

There is a group of people who are transporting "manpower" to Africa, Europe and Latin America, just like transporting "piglets" more than a hundred years ago, but before they were selling their labor force, now they are selling their combat power.

Good reputation.

That group of people was also quite ruthless, and they all recognized money but not people, and the prices were very cheap. The Vietnamese paid 300 US dollars a month. As expected, they had never seen the world, and they directly involved Mexican drug dealers.

Guzman first asked for 600 people to try it out and see how it worked.

"What's the reply from Elmen Bridge?"

"He rejected our solicitation, and... he also cut off the ears of the people we sent, and warned us that Jalisco is their territory, and if we want to enter, we must first pay them tolls!" The confidant said with an ugly expression beside him.

Elmen Bridge?

Where did that little piece of trash come from!

CNMD!

Didn't you listen to Sinaloa's orders?

But the opponent was really awesome. While Guzman and Victor were fighting, Elmen Bridge marched from the east and had already occupied half of the land in the neighboring state of Guerrero, and the north-central Zacatecas state was also given to him. Swallowed half.

It’s almost bordering Guzman’s base camp!

Of course this cannot be allowed.

"Since he doesn't agree? Then kill him! Check the goods of those Vietnamese." Guzman said directly.

He narrowed his eyes, "Throw his information to Victor's anti-drug force. They will definitely find a way to kill him. They don't want to see another big drug dealer appear in Mexico."

Mexico is currently in the country...how to say it.

The heroes are vying for the throne, and the situation is changing!

The powerful ones have joined the North American Narcotics Association, and the less powerful ones like the Elmen Bridge and Michoacán families also occupy a state, and there are hundreds of other small-time drug dealers.

Except for Victor's territory, homicides in other places have increased by several points. In the past seven months alone, there have been 27,891 homicides across the country, including 1,212 missing people, and 1,800 large-scale gun battles (10 people) or more!

Crazy, crazy!

Mexico is really going into chaos.

The military and police have no control.

Victor is actually intentionally making the situation more chaotic. If you don't create chaos, how can you show that he is awesome?

Only when you are depressed to the point of despair will the peace you gain be cherished.

Victor is also very careful.

When the time comes, Mexico chants my name.

Guzman put one hand in his pocket, looked at the woman below who was tired from playing volleyball, and said to his confidant, "Make an appointment with that lady for me. I want to watch the sunrise with her tomorrow."

The younger brother looked aside and nodded.

No one in Mexico can say no to Sinaloa!

Even if you are an official's wife, Guzman can see her if he wants. Later, during the filming of the American TV series "Narcos", the producer Portal was killed and the car was full of bullet holes.

According to people familiar with the matter.

Portal wanted to film Guzman's X party scene, and the victim was the wife of a congressman. This aroused the dissatisfaction of the Sinaloa Group and killed him.

With gloomy eyes, Guzman took out the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Victor Carlos Vieri!"

Tijuana International Airport.

Victor will arrive in New York on a private jet.

It was a Boeing 767-33A (ER), exactly the same as the one later used by Chelsea owner Roman Abramovich.

It could originally seat 350 people, but after renovation, it can carry 35 passengers. The decoration is very luxurious. The aircraft is worth 90 million pounds, and the decoration is said to cost more than 10 million US dollars.

The “Legacy” of the Tijuana Drug Cartel Benjamin Brothers.

Really, their brother died and Victor was full.

He brought Casare, Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Air Force Police Damon Hessef Zola, and some of his entourage and bodyguards. When someone next to him can carry a black suitcase, the style will rise.

Victor was drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. It said that the aversion to drugs in the United States was growing day by day.

And there is another little episode.

Five white American youths and three Asians went to the door of the CIA at night and set fire to it, intending to protest against their secret support for drug trafficking activities.

As a result, before the fire was lit, they were pinned to the ground and eight people faced charges.

Victor likes news like this. The more the American people hate drugs, the more weapons, equipment and other sponsorships I can get from those politicians.

Deng Deng~

At this moment, Jason Bourne ran over and bent down beside him, "Director, Guzman has returned to China. Our informant saw him at the port of Manzanillo, and he was transported on a cargo ship. Many weapons should have been sponsored by Colombians. "

"have what?"

"The informant said there were tanks and armed helicopters, but he was far less clear about the rest."

"Pablo is very generous!" Victor smiled, "It seems that they are planning to have a tough battle with me!"

"Give him some clues. His mother is still in the countryside?"

Jason Bourne nodded.

Victor narrowed his eyes, "Slaughtered the village, tied his mother to our territory, and asked her mother to persuade him to surrender in front of the whole country. Isn't he, Guzman, a filial son? I wonder if he will listen!" "

Massacre the village!

The intelligence chief nearby also trembled when he heard this.

But I actually agree with it in my heart.

Guzman is more nostalgic. After he got rich, he took his fellow villagers to get rich together. Who in the village didn't follow him?

There are many children who also help him in drug trafficking and serve as high-level officials in the Sinaloa Group. For example, the four brothers Beltran and Leiva are from the same village.

To put it bluntly, their village should be the most prosperous village in Mexico. It has specially built roads and every house has a small western-style house.

If you kill them all, there won't be any mistakes!

and…

This village is not far from the state of Solano…

I can’t fuck you, so I’ll kill your mother first!

"Boss, I'm afraid this matter will have a great impact on Qi Feng Criticism in public opinion." Casare, who was sitting in the back, also heard it and intervened.

In the anti-drug force, the only one who can call him the boss now is Casare.

There are many things that cannot be said by others, but if he is asked to convey them to Victor, it is still possible to succeed.

Hearing his words, Victor smiled, "Do you think I need any more criticism? Record the scene of the village massacre and put it into the documentary. I will not only make them miserable this year, but also broadcast it every month in the future. It makes them miserable!”

The thing he is least afraid of is criticism.

When I come back from my godfather in the United States and deepen my relationship, I will be Mexico, and Mexico will be me!

If anyone wants to mess with me, you have to ask my godfather.

"Let the Joint Operations Command make a plan. When I come back, I want to see Guzman's mother!"

"clear!"

"Ding dong~"

A voice sounded from inside the plane, "This is US Air Force 107, please report your origin."

"This is the Mexican Duke Victor, invited to New York."

"Welcome to your arrival. Two of our aircraft, F-15E, will escort you. I wish you a pleasant journey."

Victor looked out the window and saw an F-15E spraying white lines gracefully. The overall streamline made him feel a little relaxed!

No man can refuse to be a pilot, right?

It's eleven or twelve o'clock at night, and you still have to hold the "lever" and shake it back and forth, but usually the plane will crash after three or four minutes.

If only I could fly a plane!

It seems... there are indeed skills you can buy in Gold Finger!

He didn't look carefully at that time, he just glanced at the many combat skills, including rappelling of special individual soldiers, armed swimming, wilderness survival, and flight driving, etc.

But I didn't look carefully at that time.

There will be planes in a while. Do you want to try it yourself?

"Eh? Boss, look!" Just when Victor was about to see how many points it cost to fly, Casare behind him made a startled sound and pointed outside.

He looked outside.

He saw an F-15E rushing towards his plane.

Not slowing down? !

Damn it!

What's the meaning? Are you trying to kill yourself?

No way…

Not so bold, right?

However, when I thought about it, it was only in 1988 that Botswana President Masire was almost shot down by an R-73 air-to-air missile fired by an Angolan Air Force MiG-21 fighter jet.

At that time, one of the engines was scrapped, and it was a hard landing relying on technology, but I was just a little frightened.

When the F-15E was about to collide, it raised its head gracefully and flew towards the aircraft.

Victor seemed to have heard his jeers and cheers, and his face was very ugly.

Casare also cursed, "Not polite! Where are the etiquette? Damn it! Protest, you must protest!"

"Americans never pay attention to etiquette!" Jason Bourne's tone was not very good next to him. This provocative behavior is simply outrageous.

Victor's eyes twitched.

About an hour later, the plane landed at Newberg Air Force Base.

When I got off the plane, I didn't see a red carpet or welcoming staff, not even the most basic ceremony.

Only the mayor of New York City and a lieutenant general from Newberg Air Force Base welcomed them.

After all, he is just an ordinary "policeman" and does not even have a particularly prominent position in the Mexican government.

Baja California Security Minister?

No kidding, how much money does Mexico’s security minister make?

If Victor hadn't been useful, even the mayor of New York might not have come to welcome him.

For Americans, etiquette is for the strong, and the weak only needs to be fed a mouthful of food.

It’s my first time coming to the United States, and I feel like I’m standing there!

Victor's first words after seeing them shocked the two big shots, "Sir, your fighter pilot has very poor flying skills! I thought my grandma was driving a rickshaw. Was he drunk? Or was he from the U.S. Air Force?" The technology is not up to par?”

The lieutenant general's face suddenly turned ugly.

Who wants their soldiers to be said to be unskilled?

"Our pilots are the best!"

"Really?" Victor glanced at him suspiciously.

"If you don't believe it, maybe you can give it a try. Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know Mr. Victor, he can't fly fighter jets." The lieutenant general sneered, "Does Mexico have fighter jets?"

"You need to open your eyes. It's not good to be too proud. I am willing to be your teacher."

The mayor of New York looked at this scene like an audience and found it very funny, because the previous diplomatic etiquette was hello, me, hello, everyone. Scenes like this are rare.

The last time I saw someone so "unruly" was probably Fidel Castro.

He eats hot dogs at the zoo, kisses "fangirls" like a rock star, and holds children like a politician. He even went to George Washington's grave and laid a wreath.

He even retorted to a young man who made obscene gestures to him, saying, "You should challenge me, you bastard!"

But his charisma is really popular with people.

Perhaps, American society just likes what they consider “rebellion”!

"Can the pilot just have an aerial confrontation with me? How about the time is August 10th? I will stay in the United States for four days and allow you to escape, coward."

The lieutenant general was so angry at these words.

When have you ever seen such a "bold" person, "We accept your challenge, but I hope you don't back down, Mr. Victor, your skills can be as satisfying as your mouth."

"I have to report this matter to Mr. Bush. General Chapman, Mr. Victor is our guest. Please show the necessary respect." The mayor of New York next to him spoke.

Then he smiled at Victor and said, "Please get in the car. We have arranged a place for you. In the evening, there will be a welcome meeting. According to your arrangements, tomorrow's itinerary is to go to Liberty Island in the morning to mourn the victims, and in the afternoon It was a visit to Cornell University.”

"Your security will be taken care of by George Foreman, a Secret Service bodyguard." The mayor of New York said, pointing to a big man next to him.

The opponent was very muscular, and this name... also made Victor fascinated, and he stretched out his hand, "Thank you, your name made me think I met the world heavyweight boxing champion."

This George Foreman had a serious face, "If he follows the rules on stage, he can punch the shit out of me, but if he's off stage, I can make him understand that his mother should prepare for pregnancy as soon as possible."

Victor smiled happily when he heard this.

Who says Americans don't understand humor?

"You're more interesting than some of the lieutenant generals who are coming."

This is what I said...

George Foreman glanced at the green-faced general next to him. Well... he was probably not as handsome as he was.

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