Chapter 427 Kuzamara Reservoir Swimming Champion!
Zhizhi~
Two transport trucks crashed into the headquarters of Francisco Transport Mining Company on the outskirts of Mexico City, breaking the railings.
The security guard at the back rushed out of the guard box with a loud voice. He had dark skin and permeable body odor. He looked like an Indian at first glance.
Rubber baton in hand.
The car door was pushed open, and then I saw more than 20 people running down holding weapons and wearing balaclava helmets. They cooperated very well. Two of them were carrying horse steps, with their left hands pressing the cover of the rifle, suddenly... suddenly... suddenly chug!
He swiped at the heads of the Indians, causing them to scream strangely, then lie down on the ground, stick out their buttocks, and spare their lives.
The few steps they took to come here already made them feel that they were very worthy of their salary.
The remaining militants rushed upstairs. They thought the elevator was slow and ran straight up the stairs. It took less than 30 seconds to reach the 10th floor?
He kicked into the president's office, where a meeting was taking place, and dragged the 59-year-old David Francisco, CEO of Francisco Transportation and Mining Company, downstairs in front of everyone's horrified eyes.
"Don't hurt me, I'm willing to give you money!" The other person was so frightened that he lost his voice. He thought they were some gangsters, mainly because these people had such a strong intention to commit crimes.
In fact, when I heard the gunfire below, I wanted to run away, but it was too late.
The other party came too quickly.
David Francisco stared, and saw a cloth bag being put on his head, and then he floated and was carried downstairs.
The leader was a tall, strong man. He looked deeply at the frightened people in front of him, stretched out two fingers, kissed them on the mouth, and made a KISS.
"Bye!"
These people were obviously not ordinary people. They threw David Francisco into the transport truck and drove away.
The whole match lasted less than 2 minutes.
The vice president and others who reacted quickly screamed, "Call the police! Call the police quickly!!"
A series of calls came to the Mexico City police department.
Bang!
The newly appointed police chief Giancarlos slapped the table with a gloomy face, "Provocation, this is a provocation against justice!"
This fierce general nicknamed "The Recruit" once led the guards to escort Cuauquemot to take office in Mexico City, until the latter was attacked by a missile. At that time, he escaped because of something, but he has always been very guilty.
Wait until Victor breaks into Mexico.
I was struggling with the position of police chief in the capital, but Cuauquemot recommended him. You must know that Giancarlos is only 24 years old this year.
It must have been a promotion from the Presidential Guard to his current position.
He never wanted to disappoint his superior and worked diligently, but who knew that something like this would happen?
In the morning alone, we received alarm calls from 11 listed companies. Seven of them monopolized various industries, including railway transportation, mining, aviation, and even chicken imports. Each of them is worth a lot of money and has great social influence.
The most important thing is that if public opinion is raised, it will cast doubt on the security capabilities of the new government.
"I command!"
Just when Giancarlos was about to issue an order to find out who was behind the scenes at all costs, the secretary knocked on the door and came in.
"What?"
"Director, I have your phone number."
"Don't you see I'm busy?!"
"Tepeya Mountain's phone number."
Giancarlos' pupils froze, and he hurriedly took the phone and walked out.
There is a scenic spot on the Tepeya Mountain, no, it should be said to be a group of villas. Since Victor enshrined here, the place has been completely banned, and some government offices have been moved here, including the President's Office and the Ministry of National Defense.
But Victor still works at the National Palace.
To avoid being hit by a cannon, they all ascended to the sky.
Therefore, in a sense, the call from Tepeya Mountain means the same thing as the call from Yuquan Mountain.
Everyone in the conference room was talking softly to each other, and they were confused. Soon Giancarlos came back with a very calm expression. He picked up the documents on the table and said, "Okay, let's adjourn the meeting. Everyone goes about his or her own business."< br>
"Director, what about...this kidnapping case?"
"Someone will take over, don't worry about it."
Everyone present was a veteran, and they understood immediately. They looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
When Giancarlos left, he still had his hands behind his back and seemed to be in a good mood.
His old boss called just now and told him not to worry about it. Someone invited them to have tea.
The Cuzamala Reservoir, less than 30 kilometers away from Mexico City, bears tens of millions of water for the entire capital area. Of course, the pressure is huge. In order to prevent poisoning incidents, it has long been classified as a military management area.
Two companies of the National Guard and an anti-aircraft battalion are here year-round.
Relatively deserted and also relatively quiet.
But...
The screams today were also particularly shrill.
11 men in shorts were thrown into a small room. Some of them wore glasses, some were bald and older, but they were all well-known figures outside.
At least he is the CEO of a certain chaebol!
The water cannon rushed at them and rolled them into the corner. Two minutes later, seven or eight strong men holding glue sticks rushed in and beat them up.
Punch to the flesh!
No, stick to the flesh.
There were screams and screams. Of course, no one stood up to resist, but they were beaten even harder.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting! Please, stop fighting!" The CEO of PRGD Marine Industry knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously. His face was covered with blood, and he was crying so hard.
Stop it, Smecta!
"Cough, cough, cough." A cough came from the door, and the strong men stopped, stood to one side, and stood with their hands solemnized.
The 11 chaebols who had been beaten into dogs raised their heads and saw a fat man walking in.
Casare walked in slowly with a smile on his face, "Everyone, what do you think of the food?"
"Ka...Kasare!"
"You...what are you going to do? What are you going to do Victor?" the bespectacled CEO of the Ronimo supermarket chain shouted with eyes wide open.
Fatty Ka's face suddenly dropped, he walked over and stepped on his palm.
"Ah!!!!"
"You should address a general with an honorific. Sure enough, when you have money, you forget the rules and call me."
The two people next to him pulled each other by the hair like wolves and tigers and pulled him to the corner to eat the "set meal". The screams resounded throughout the room.
"I have no other intention of inviting you here. Here is a document. Please sign your names." He took out a contract from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it over.
The CEO of PRGD Marine Industry took it with trembling hands, and everyone behind him leaned over. When they saw the first line, they were all stunned.
1. I voluntarily hand over all my properties to the Mexican government for management.
Damn it!
Robbery!
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Why are you doing this to us? We have already given you money. If you ask for money, we will give it to you. Why do you still need our factory? Doesn't this mean we are going to die?!"
The chaebols shouted loudly, and the CEO of PRGD Marine Industry even tore up the contract, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed hard.
Casare put his pockets in his pockets and looked condescendingly, "What have you done, do you still need me to tell you? Francisco Transportation and Mining Company used channels to help drug traffickers and help them transport drugs, especially during the Popovich administration, there was a massive Transporting drugs to the front line, you think we don’t know?”
"And Emil Houston Frozen Goods Factory..."
The person whose name he called shivered and lowered his head.
"Don't I know what is hidden in your cold storage? The 300 corpses from Colombia are still in the cold storage of your headquarters, right? Where are they sent? Are they sold to the Americans?"
"Ha~"
Casare smiled and said, "I ask you to sign to give you dignity."
"Don't drink without toasting, but drink as a penalty!"
"Ah!! Ah!!!" Two screams suddenly came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked over in horror and saw the CEO of Ronimo supermarket chain lying on the ground, motionless.
"Sir, he's dead!"
The remaining 10 chaebols suddenly panicked.
"Find a place to bury it, and also notify the military to arrest the top executives of the Ronimo supermarket chain and members of their family, and punish them with death for drug trafficking."
"Yes!" Casare's words were like a heavy hammer hitting them. Some of them couldn't bear it anymore and started crying.
General Victor can obviously steal it, but he insists on you signing the contract.
This kind of respect for the law is comparable to that of Lao Deng. Anyone who sees it can't help but give a thumbs up and praise him.
"Come on, sign it."
Casare smiled, but his smile was as if he was seeking death.
10 men hugged each other and cried bitterly.
A platform at Kuzamala Reservoir.
More than a dozen bodyguards looked around vigilantly, while there were snipers and special forces lurking on the mountain.
Victor was wearing a beach hat and sat quietly with a fishing rod in his hand. Suddenly, the fishing rod trembled and he pulled hard, but it was obvious that the fish was a bit big and he couldn't pull it up for a while. The attendant subconsciously wanted to help.
He stretched out his hand to stop, "I'll do it myself."
The fish started to slide after pulling it, and it lasted for a long time, about more than 20 minutes. There was sweat on Victor's body and forehead, and his breathing was a little short.
But fishing is a battle of wits and courage. When you are weak, the fish is also weak. When it was about to reach Yang, the fish lost strength and was pulled up by him. The entourage next to him came over with a net and pulled it up.
"The general is a blue catfish."
Three strong men pulled the fish up. Anyone who has ever fished knows that the fish flops very hard after landing and can easily run away.
"80 pounds!"
Everyone nearby applauded.
The blue catfish itself is a type of North American catfish that can reach up to 68 kilograms, and 80 kilograms is considered a giant.
Victor was also somewhat satisfied.
He took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it for himself, with a smile on his face. Fishing can indeed satisfy people's vanity to a certain extent.
"Wow, boss, did you catch this?"
Casare popped his head up and gave a thumbs up, not stingy with his praise, "You are the best fisherman I have ever seen."
"Hahaha, you put a high hat on me again."
"Really, if I lie, I'll get my ass fucked."
Victor pointed at him with a smile, handed him the cigarette, and then handed it to the entourage next to him, "Here, smoke."
The eldest brother smoked cigarettes for me with great style.
"How's it going? What do those plutocrats say?" Victor handed over a lighter. Casare hurriedly leaned his head over it, took a few puffs and waited for the cigarette to light up before saying, "Bones are very soft. If you hit it with a baton, everything will be broken." I agreed, but I accidentally killed the CEO of the Ronimo supermarket chain, and I had him buried.”
"If you die, you will die. It's not a good thing anyway, just agree."
"Then boss, are we going to let them go?"
Victor chuckled lightly, looking at the endless reservoir in front of him, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, "Give them a swimming ring and let them swim from the other end. It depends on who is in good physical condition. If he dies, it won't be surprising." We are.”
Kasare looked at the Kuzamala Reservoir, which was more than 5 kilometers long and wide, and swallowed his saliva. Do you think these people are all special forces? Armed swimming?
He glanced at the boss, who had no intention of letting them leave alive.
Isn’t the chaebol’s life just life?
But it’s so cool!
Casare still remembers that when he was young, robbery was everywhere in the old Mexico era. When he grew up in Mexico City, a horizontal line separated the slums from the rich areas. He lay on the railing like a dog. Looking at the other side.
Hopefully those wearing new clothes will give themselves alms.
Finally, he remembered clearly that one day in 1970, on his 10th birthday, when he was picking up garbage on the blocking net, he saw a dog hole and went through it because he found a cabbage dropped on the ground.
But when he was about to pick it up and go back, he was discovered by several rich people's children. They rushed up, kicked and punched him, and cursed loudly, telling him to go back to where the poor lived.
And their parents...
He was also watching quietly from the side, as if all this was natural.
Casare didn't dare to fight back, so he held his head and crawled back like a dog. He watched helplessly as the cabbage in his arms was picked up by those people. He also resented why his parents were not rich.
At that time, the seeds of his psychological hatred for rich people began to be planted.
After following Victor's uprising, he saw the once-high-ranking wealthy people kneeling at his feet and wailing. The excitement of his soul made him feel very comfortable now.
Chaebol…
It’s a dog!
"Call Kennedy and Cuauquemot to our house tonight, and we'll eat this fish together."
Casare nodded, "Okay."
He paused, "Boss, Victoria's Secret wants to hold a catwalk show in Mexico City. Hailier will be there then, and I want to support it."
Victor snorted and held a cigarette in his hand, "Are you really planning to marry her?"
"Halil Alves is a good girl."
"Then I won't advise you, but you have to tell her that it's best to find a stable job. If it doesn't work, just arrange a position for her in the government department. You are now the second-in-command in Mexico, with overwhelming power, and you also have many How would you feel if people stared at you and let them know that your wife is a catwalker?”
Victor saw that Casare wanted to speak, so he extended his hand and said, "This is the bottom line."
You can't do everything like Yin Kaka, find a wife who takes hormones, and then try hard to hold him back.
Wife is very important to a political figure like Casare, and sometimes she is the target of criticism from others.
"I understand, I will tell him."
Victor patted him on the shoulder and waved his hand, signaling everyone to retreat.
In the following days, the Mexican government, which received the "transfer agreement", directly took over 11 very large companies in the central region.
Of course there are chaebols who refuse to give in.
What about billions or billions of dollars? Just take it away if you say so?
But the first thing the Mexican State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission did when it took over was to promise not to fire any employees and to increase everyone’s salary by 15% on the original basis!
Well...
Who is the boss or not?
What's the fuss about?
So it can only be some incompetent rage from the chaebol family who has the temper to fuck Victor.
But in fact, there is no need to pity them. Many of their assets have long been deployed in the United States, and they will not lack food and clothing in this life.
"What's wrong with asking rich people like them to do something good for Mexico? They will die or live." Victor's voice came from the National Palace.
That afternoon, the eldest son of the CEO of PRGD Marine Industry, who clamored for the most joy, was hacked to death on the street by a group of gangsters.
Bloody and bloody!
After hearing this, Victor just picked up the tea cup lightly and said, "Security is still not good enough. It's time to continue fighting."
Regardless of whether you are black or white, you are all "good" in front of the warlord.
On the desk, there is an official letter from Sri Lanka.
Invite the “Mexican military” to come to Sri Lanka to discuss matters regarding the LTTE terrorist organization.
In the past, this island country in the southern Indian Ocean ignored Victor's proposal to help suppress bandits, but since the Independence Day military parade...
There is a clear change in attitude.
It seems that everyone is very aware of current affairs. At least they know that they must not offend a country with a "fist".
"Destroy the LTTE, put forward a plan!"
"They dare to cause trouble in Mexico, then can I keep him?"
"Let Erich Manstein lead the Mexican Independent Fourth Battalion over and kill them directly."
The previous commander of the 4th Battalion was Rommel. Now he is the commander of the 4th Marine Corps, with the rank of general. The speed of promotion cannot be described as taking off, and the 4th Battalion has also been directly pulled into an independent battalion directly under the military. .
There are about 800 people, equipped with the latest individual weapons.
It also includes the M109 series 155mm self-propelled howitzer, TPz-1 armored vehicle, M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun vehicle and "Weasel" 1 airborne armored vehicle.
These weapons and equipment are enough to become rampant in some areas.
In order to fight against the LTTE, Victor simply pulled out the ace.
"I just have one request!"
"I don't want to see any alive!"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
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(End of chapter)