Chapter 8 I have a road abroad, and the risk is a bit high.
“Why did you beat him!”
“Don’t you know that the first rule of our third ward is that you are not allowed to abuse prisoners?”
“ Are you new to prison? Idiot, they are more valuable in prison than your parents. If you want to die, why are you holding us back?"
Kona Velazquez slapped the table angrily and pointed. He just looked at Victor and scolded him, not because he really "cared" about him, but because he was afraid.
That's someone from the Medellin Group!
If the Guadalajara Group uses the "square" system to make money for all Mexicans, then Pablo of Medellin is simply arrogant.
He even wants to run for president.
At that time, he had already become a congressman, but was exposed in public by the conscientious Minister of Justice. How did Pablo, who was already so proud, do this?
He directly asked someone to kill the Minister of Justice.
At worst, you might overturn the table, but your bones are definitely not as hard as bullets anyway.
Kidnapping the children of high-ranking officials, torturing and killing justices, attacking the president, and blowing up civilian airliners, what is so easy about this?
Of course, this does not mean that the Guadalajara Group is not vicious.
At the very least, people dare to touch the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration). Even Pablo knew when he was at his most arrogant that it would be okay for you to kill ordinary Americans, but if you touch the DEA, they will really do it. I'll risk my life with you.
The arrest of Stepan Blanchard was also an accident, because Mexico and Colombia do not have extradition clauses, and the two sides are arguing. Most importantly, the United States also hopes to extradite him for trial in the country.
But that doesn't mean you can bully the people of Medellin at will.
This is such a tough guy.
Corna Velazquez was afraid of being involved. Medellin, murders were always about eradicating the roots.
Looking at the commander in front of him who wanted to draw his gun and kill him, Victor looked very calm and pointed at his clothes, "He struck first, and I could feel the harm he did to me, so I was forced to fight back. ”
“Go tell the drug dealers!”
Kona Velazquez was no longer willing to waste his saliva on the "dead man". He was friendly in the morning, but now he was full of disgust, pointing outside, "Get out, you idiot, if you don't believe it, you just Wear a leash and kneel in a cell, begging others to forgive you. "
"Don't say I didn't remind you."
"I'm sorry, my profession does not allow me to do this. I am a policeman. It is not that I am afraid of criminals, but that crime should be feared. Me!" Victor refused, saluted, and went out directly.
"Bastard! Bastard! Idiot!"
Kona Velazquez was stunned when he heard his words, and there were some complicated emotions in his eyes, but they were quickly replaced by ferocity. He cursed loudly, "Just wait to die."
Police officers passing by outside also saw this scene and heard the conversation between them.
Some people looked at him with high regard, while others looked at him like a dead dog.
There are always people who still stick to the moral bottom line in this dirty society.
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But it’s actually just a gouba.
This sentence was completely added by Victor himself. If I don't say it, how can I improve my "positive image?"
The Mexican government is corrupt, but that does not mean that everyone is a lackey. There are also people who are trying to save this country. , they hope to find this group of like-minded people and give them rights.
Pablo was very wild outside, but he also knew how to maintain his base. When he died, tens of thousands of people gave him a gift in his hometown of Medellin.
People have two faces in life, one is for others to see, and the other is made by oneself.
I hold high the patriotic flag in front of the light.
Privately, patriotism is a business.
This is called creating a personality. If he has money in the future, Gao will prepare to publish a book and open a TV station, which is nothing more than exaggerating his own image.
Brother, if you just say a few words, no one will take it seriously, right?
Victor looked at his watch and got off work early. No one complained about him. Even the guards felt that the deputy superintendent would not live long. His life would be too early, let alone get off work?
But obviously what happened in the third prison area quickly swept through the entire prison.
When he walked out, the familiar people were pointing and no one dared to come close to talk. When he walked to the cafeteria and stood at the window, no one came to take food.
Afraid of being involved.
Avoiding danger is the instinct of carbon-based organisms.
Victor was not annoyed, so he helped himself when no one was there to pick up the food. He also scooped up a dozen extra chicken drumsticks and packed them back to the dormitory. If he couldn't finish the food, he could still use it as a late-night snack.
“He’s not running away yet? He’s not afraid of revenge.”
"Run? Where to run? Even if you go to the government building, you may be assassinated. It is safer in the prison. If I were him, I would stay here for the rest of my life and never go anywhere."
Colleagues Many people were pointing and pointing, but one pair of eyes looked at him with a very complicated look.
……
Evening.
It gets dark very quickly.
The lights in the dormitory were a little dim, and Victor was writing in his notebook, occasionally frowning and thinking about it.
You can see a lot of things written densely on it. For example: strive to be assigned as the director with real power within six months to one year.
Try not to choose the location of Sinaloa, Tijuana and other large cross-border organizations, but after counting the states one by one, damn, the drug traffickers have occupied all the territories. The whole country.
Chiapas, the poorest state, is close to Guatemala and directly into Central America. Its geographical location is so good that drug lords are now rampant.
He could only settle for the next best thing.
Three places were selected: Guadalupe Island in Baja California. This island is in the center of the Pacific Ocean and has a population of about 80,000. Because it is close to the United States, drug lords are rampant, but because it is surrounded by the sea , drug traffickers have to work harder if they want to launch a large-scale "armed attack" similar to that on land.
The traditional hometown of Tijuana, the established power.
The second option is: Taxco in the state of Guerrero. This city is located in the deep mountains and old forests. It used to be a place where Indians lived. Later, because the Indians’ scalps were too itchy, they chopped off their scalps. This has become a gathering place for Mexicans, with a population of more than 100,000. Because transportation is inconvenient, it is convenient to hide. It is a planting area.
The third one is: Juárez City, Chihuahua, Juárez’s ancestral home, located on the south bank of the Rio Grande, opposite El Paso in the United States, a classic smuggling paradise, at night you You can see small submarines transporting drugs.
These three places were his choices, and in his notebook, he wrote a more detailed plan. When he was assigned as director, he would at least develop a group of more than 30 gunmen.
Some of these people can use their connections to join the police department. At that time, even if I bring my team to the stage, I will be able to free up a lot of hands and feet.
The remaining part is involved in the local "black gold" market, contracting an arms business, and continuously providing himself with intelligence and US dollars.
Then use the money to invest in higher-level dignitaries.
The plan made in the notebook was very detailed. After throwing it out, it was picked up by someone on the roadside. Some people may think that this is some "idiot"'s fantasy before his death, but for Victor, who has goals and pursuits in life, Say, this is your starting point!
If a person has no goals, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?
"Dong dong dong".
Just as he was adding plans to his notebook, the door rang, and the sound was very deep, maybe because he didn't want others to hear it.
Victor stuffed his notebook into the table and took out a Colt M1911 from the side. The exchange value is 120 points, which is almost the same as a CZ25 submachine gun.
Open the pistol safety and walk over cautiously.
Even in prison, you have to be careful.
“Who?”
“It’s me, Casare.” The voice at the door was deliberately lowered.
Victor opened the door, took a look, and after seeing the person clearly, he took off the chain connecting the door, pulled the fat man in, looked around twice, and then closed the door.
"Have you figured it out? Come with me?" Victor asked directly.
Casare, who has become a bitch, is still planning to set up a memorial arch, waving his hand, "I don't sell drugs. My father was killed by drugs. I swore that I would never touch drugs in my life."
"That thing is too competitive. If you have a small body like yours and get in, I'm afraid you'll be dead in the wilderness tomorrow."
Of course drug dealers don't want anyone to steal their market.
If you come alone, I will make less money.
Colombia's famous "gentleman" drug lord, if the Cary Group wants to do business, it still applies to Pablo. Gilbert, one of the founders, and Ochoa, one of the leaders of the Medellin Group, are A childhood friend, he had just obtained a license to sell cocaine in the U.S. market.
Ironic, right?
But in this business, if you don’t have the strength, don’t get involved.
Those who have the strength to use drugs are called warlords, those who have no strength are called gangsters, and those who have no strength are called gangsters.
Victor bent down and pulled out a big red suitcase from under the bed, like it was for a wedding. He opened it under Casare's eyes, and inside lay quietly an AK47 and a CZ25. type submachine gun.
Picked up the AK, pulled the bolt with his backhand, and patted the metal gunshot, "I'm in this business."
"Weapon?" Casare was really surprised.
He thought a lot before coming here, wondering whether Victor would steal cars, organize the sale of sex, or even sell blood, but he didn't expect that he would be so big.
"I have a path in the Soviet Union. Although the risk is a bit higher, the profit is very high. I just don't know how brave you are?"
"This AK47 is purely Soviet. I don’t care how much you sell, I only need 200 US dollars, and the rest will be used as your salary. If you have the guts, even if you sell it for 1,000 US dollars, I only need 200 US dollars.”
“How about you being eloquent? Okay, if you sell this gun, it will be enough for your whole family for a year. What you are most afraid of when you work outside is not making money. I will give you the opportunity to make money now. My purpose in life is to have brothers who can make money together. Eat, make money together, brothers, this is a good thing, I will not forget you.”
Before Casare could say anything, he saw Victor stuffing the AK47 into his arms.
“Let’s test the water first.”
“But I think you need to find an acquaintance first, otherwise I’ll have to attend your memorial service if you encounter someone who cheats on you. "
Are you going to distribute leaflets about the arms business?
Drugs may destroy people's will, but arms can disintegrate a system. Do you think the Mexican military police will kill you?
Casare listened.
"I have a cousin who works for a society in Mexico City as a leader. I can contact him."
Victor was not surprised at all.
In Mexico, who doesn’t have a relative who is a drug lord?
There are still relatives among several major drug lords.
"Okay, let's make money together!"
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(End of this chapter)