Chapter 426: Fishing and law enforcement!
Yucatan.
National Palace.
The seat of the southern drug traffickers' government. In order to show that they are orthodox, or unruly and opposed to Victor, they also named the institution the National Palace.
And the interior decoration is very luxurious!
In the middle of the hall, there is a poppy flower carved out of a block of about a hundred kilograms of gold. It is simply inhumane.
If Victor saw it, his eyes would definitely light up.
Drug dealers are so rich!
top layer.
President Elvis Salinas sat on a chair with a pale face, his hands drooped, and his eyes were scarlet. The ground was a mess, with documents, cigarette ashes, and even glass fragments.
He...he was abandoned!
Someone from the Pentagon called him and told him Donald's decision. The US military would not give them any more help and would withdraw its consultants.
This is like a bolt from the blue!
He can sit in this position now only because there are people behind him. Now that you have withdrawn, isn't it...
Am I an outcast? ! !
Bang!
Just when Elvis Salinas was a little hesitant and at a loss, the door to the office was kicked open with force, and then he saw four or five armed men holding AKs rushing in.
He immediately stood up as if frightened, and shouted with anger, "Georgia, what are you going to do?"
A tall and sturdy man with a sullen face stared at the other person with eyes like poisonous snakes. His voice was hoarse, "Elvis, what are you pretending to do? You are useless. The position of president is about to be vacated." ”
Giorgia, the current spokesperson of the Gulf Group and the garrison commander of Yucatan Island, had already been involved in the world when Abrego was smuggling electrical appliances. He had already killed and tortured people as a teenager. Guo Zhi is a typical "poisonous second generation".
Cruel methods and treacherous conduct.
I have long been dissatisfied with Elvis Salinas as president. Now that the Americans are gone, they can tear off this layer of skin and let themselves be the king.
"I...I..."
Elvis panicked and said, "I was elected by Congress."
There was a moment of silence in the office, followed by laughter.
Georgia pulled the AK47 in his hand and fired at Elvis!
"Stop!!" An angry shout came from behind.
But the bullets raked him into pieces, and the bookcases and glass were all smashed. Elvis Salinas knelt on the ground, fell heavily to the ground, staring with eyes open.
Arturo Desena, the nominal defense minister and the chief steward of Los Zetas, came in angrily and pushed Giorgia against the wall. The latter felt offended and a little embarrassed, "Fuck you!"
"Here, give me a shot."
Arturo pointed at his head and cursed loudly, "Who do you think you are? Use a knife or a gun in front of me!"
"Who allowed you to kill Elvis!!"
He was very angry and tired. Why was he carrying all these evil things with him?
Although the United States has withdrawn its capital, making it impossible for its own "company" to continue to operate, if you kill the "finance" sent over by others, you can kill it. Doesn't this tell others that this company is stinking shit and it is best not to get involved?
And, what do Americans think?
If they can't kill Victor, can't they still cause trouble in the south?
The two groups of people glared at each other, as if they would start fighting if they disagreed.
Giorgia had a sullen face, spat at Elvis's body, and then looked at Arturo Desena, "Without our Gulf Group taking you in, you Los Zetas would be treated like dogs by Victor. The shells have exploded, why are you so arrogant?”
"Asshole! What did you say!"
"Grass mud horse! Bay bastard, try saying that again."
The Los Zetas soldiers following Arturo cursed angrily.
They were driven over from the north. During the "Battle of the Steel Plant", they stood firm and their tactics were good. However, their bodies were not sanctified. The Northern Army evaporated after a burst of firepower output.
This has always been a taboo, but now they have to face being pointed at and scolded. How can they bear it?
"Georgia!"
"Watch your sense of proportion, you have to know what you are talking about."
Arturo De Sena punched the bookcase hard and looked at him with an evil expression, as if he wanted to kill him.
In the end, Giorgia took a step back, bumped away the Los Zetas soldiers blocking the way with his shoulder, and led the people away with a nonchalant expression. When he reached the door, he stopped and said, "The position of president will belong to me from now on." .”
Arrogant!
So arrogant!
The corners of Arturo De Sena's eyes were twitching. He glanced at Mr. President lying on the ground and took a deep breath, but the anger still shot straight to his temples.
Endric Vinicius, who came after hearing the news, saw this scene and jumped anxiously, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"
"What's the use of talking about this now?"
Arturo De Sena interrupted him and said impatiently: "Let it be announced to the public. Just say that Elvis Salinas died of a sudden illness."
"Then who will pick up the president? Do you really want Georgia to come?"
Endrick carefully looked at the other party's expression and lowered his voice, "Jogia has more than 20,000 people under his command. His ambitions are growing. It can be seen from shooting the president that he is not a rule-abiding person. , if he or his people come to power, our interests will be exploited.”
"He is an idiot and has no sense of the overall situation."
"And...are you sure he won't cause trouble for us next?"
"If one day we show signs of depression and he pounces on us like a wild dog, then we will be in trouble externally and internally, and there will definitely be problems."
Arturo Desena frowned when he was told, "Then what do you mean?"
Endrick was like a dog-headed military strategist. His eyes were turning, and he slashed hard with his right hand, "Strike first is the strongest!"
"Kill him? Aren't you afraid that his subordinates will rebel?!" Arturo actually had an idea when he heard it before, but when he said it, his heart still trembled.
The Gulf Group controls the military, government, and business. The southern political power can be either big or small. It also has about 16 states in its hands, and they are rich southern states. As you can imagine, Georgia The ambition is also accompanied by the expansion of influence.
He wants to be the only one talking!
If Los Zetas and the Gulf Group merged, Arturo Desena would really be unsure.
"How can we do it ourselves?"
"Find an opportunity and sell him to the Northern Army."
Endrick covered his mouth, "Aren't you going to Thailand in two days to meet with people from the Golden Triangle? Then we will give him this opportunity to show up, and then pass the news to the Drug Enforcement Administration in the north. It is best to If we beat Qiaojia to death, we can get more benefits when we negotiate with people in the Golden Triangle area later.”
"It's like killing two birds with one stone."
People who can use their brains are good. Although this method is destructive, it is really effective.
If Giorgia was shot dead, then it would be blamed on the government forces. Why would they know the information? It must be that we have internal problems, and then we can use our reputation to kill a group of people. At that time, won't the regime have the final say?
Arturo De Sena was also fed up with being held back by his elbows. He had to discuss everything he wanted to do. He was very decisive and said, "Do it!"
"Are you responsible for this matter?"
Endrick nodded, "Okay, boss, don't worry, I will always be on your side."
Arturo patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "I won't treat you badly after it's done."
What is this called?
Draw a pie?
Endrick was busy patting his chest and ensuring that he was doing well, which made Arturo feel a lot happier.
After leaving the President's Office, he watched the other party leave. The "Foreign Minister", who had a fleshy face and was a bit fat, narrowed his eyes and said to himself, very softly, so softly that only he could hear, " Everyone wants to be the boss, and so do I.”
He is not a kind person either.
I plan to convey this matter anonymously to the other party before Georgia leaves for Thailand. If he dies in Thailand, it will be fine, but if he is still alive, do you think Georgia will take revenge?
By then…
Los Zetas and Gulf Cartel go to war.
You can fish in troubled waters by yourself.
Endric's idea is a good one...
Now we just have to do our best and let fate dictate.
So many people can cause trouble, but after thinking about it, it feels normal. After all, the wind is strong in the temple and the sun is abundant in the peninsula.
It is rare for a young general to make Gwangju's unrestricted fighting flourish, but there is a man named Yin Kaka behind him, who turned into a beauty out of anger and staged a real-life version of the war drama between princes. And then...
It was like Lao Deng took a shit - he forgot to take off his pants.
707 has been pulled out, but he has not killed a few minor members, and he was almost robbed of his gun. If it were the full Kaka era, all of them would make you understand what six sticks per second are. How dare you fight back?
The car was driving on the road and before it stopped, dozens of people jumped out.
Where is it like now?
But it is also obvious that a big brother was caught for corruption and only had 290,000 yuan. The remaining money said he bought beef. Then the prosecutor asked him where the beef was and he ate it himself.
One is to drastically reduce the rations, from 4,000 won to 3,000 won a day, which is less than 15 yuan. If someone can come and show you the door, it is already good.
There is a difference between the eldest brother and the eldest brother.
Just like now, Victor's reputation in the military is at its peak!
The reserves, the army, and even the militia are all paid...
Victor's portrait was hung in the room.
In the army, loyalty is chanted every day when you wake up, before eating, and before going to bed.
At this time, whoever you ask them to do, they will definitely do it.
Want to pull them into rebellion?
I'll just send you to reincarnation.
Victor's nickname: Vikaka!
The best way to maintain a relationship is to send money as hard as you can.
Durango.Rodmore City.Police Department.
Deng Deng Deng~
There was a clear sound of footsteps on the floor.
Deputy Director Benjamin Alvarez looked at the red shoes on his feet with satisfaction. He raised his head and looked at the white man in a white suit in front of him. He was very excited and said, "Mr. Campbell, does that mean I have joined the red shoe club?"< br>
"Of course!"
White people have smiles on their faces, but why do they look fake?
"From now on, you are the deputy director of the Mexican branch of the Red Shoe Club. We will find ways to help you rise. The Hollywood female star you want will be at your bedside tonight."
Benjamin Alvarez's eyes showed surprise and greed.
Of course he had heard of the Red Shoes Club, and was wanted by the Mexican authorities because of its perverted tactics. The police department asked everyone to investigate the members of this club in the country and arrest them immediately.
However, there will always be people who bow down to money.
This group of people did not bribe Guderian outside Mexico City, they could only lower their sights,
There are less than 30,000 people in Rodmo City. This police chief usually cannot catch their eyes, but now...
We can only settle for the next best thing.
"Don't worry, in Rodmo City, you can do whatever you want, as long as no one is killed, otherwise I won't be able to do it, and there's another thing." Detective Benjamin Alvarez made a rubbing motion with his fingers, "I want to Dot it up and down.”
The white man frowned. The other party was a bit greedy, but he would continue to feed the fish that finally came up. He suppressed his displeasure and said, "The $100,000 will be transferred to your account later."
The other person smiled and nodded.
“A pleasure to work with!”
Benjamin Alvarez hummed and happily sent the other person away, then returned to the office and hugged the red leather shoes and started kissing.
Of course he knew what it was made of.
But the psychological distortion made him feel very comfortable.
It’s like…
Same as doing X.
When he was polishing himself with his leather shoes, the door was suddenly knocked open. Benjamin Alvarez was startled and turned his head sharply. He swallowed the curse words in his mouth when he saw the person coming, and his whole face turned pale instantly.
"Special Investigation Section of the Internal Affairs Bureau, I'd like to invite you to tea."
…
After the white man on the other end left the police station, he drove his car to the downstairs of the Valdez Group while humming a tune.
This is the largest ore purchaser in the central region. It also operates retail and insurance. The owner, Alberto Baye, is worth as much as 7 billion U.S. dollars. He is also a member of the American Mining Association and a member of the Red Shoe Club.
The white man had just parked his car in a shady place downstairs, got out of the car, hummed happily, and had just taken two steps.
Peng! !
A violent sound behind him startled him. He turned around suddenly and saw a man lying on the roof of the car, staring at him.
"Alberto!!!"
The white man exclaimed in fright.
A CEO worth billions of dollars jumped off a building? !
His mind is a little blank...
"I really can't think of it. The general wanted to ask him for some money, but he couldn't bear to give it. If you don't want to give it, then just be a trapeze artist." A teasing voice sounded from behind.
The white man turned around and saw a Mexican man in a black suit standing behind with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Who are you?"
"What did you say!"
"What are you going to do?"
A typical philosophical question.
"Jason Bourne, have you heard my name."
The white man's face changed and he wanted to run away, but with a bang, a bullet hit in front of him, scaring him to stop urgently.
"Move again, and the next bullet will hit your head." Following Jason Bourne's words, infrared rays came from a distance, dangled on his forehead, and finally hit his chest.
Sniper!
The white man hurriedly raised his hands, trembling, "Don't... don't kill me."
"Of course I won't kill you. We want to ask you to do something. After it's done, everything will be easy to discuss."
"Help! Definitely help! As long as you don't shoot, what's the matter?"
Jason Bourne took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over, "You just need to admit on TV that these people are related to the red shoes."
The white man took a look and widened his eyes.
Salinas Group, Ronimo Chain, Francisco Transport Mining Company, PRGD Marine Industries…
There are 38 companies in total, all of them are chaebols!
"The general is short of money and wants to borrow money from them, but they are a little bit swishy. This is not conducive to unity."
Jason Bourne asked with a smile.
"The boss wants to invite them to experience the trapeze and night cruise on the Mexican River."
"What about you? Are you willing to help?"
Victor secures his position in Mexico City…
Finally, we have reached out to the big capitalists and plutocrats in central China.
Victor: Chaebol, right? Coincidentally, I also have a faction, my name is warlord.
Now I am short of money...
I grab...
What happened to me borrowing some?
Am I giving it to myself? I am bringing benefits to the country, the people, and society as a whole. Since the mountain is not mine, I have no choice but to go to the mountain.
The Red Shoe Club is just an excuse for Victor to clean up.
Let them experience some warlord joy!
……
(End of chapter)