Chapter 17 New Era!
Abandoned warehouse.
The cordon has been set up and many police officers are standing around.
A Mercedes-Benz stopped outside the cordon. Kona Velasquez stepped out of the car solemnly and saw Anna lying on the ground and a male corpse not far away.
"Sanborn." He opened the cordon and saw a plainclothes policeman standing next to Anna's body and patted him on the shoulder.
Anyone who can wear plain clothes to the scene anywhere has a certain level of class.
“You are here.”
Sanborn looked solemn and pointed at the body on the ground, “This is your person.”
Kona Bella Sikes looked at the other party's miserable state, pursed his lips, and nodded.
“Suffered 4 gunshot wounds to the abdomen and 3 gunshot wounds to the head. We have also found out the identity of the body. Thorsten Shipley, Anna’s brother, was hit in the head by a heavy object. He died with a broken skull. He was tortured before death and was tied with a rope.”
"Has she offended anyone recently?"
This is obviously aimed at her.
Conor Velasquez thought for a moment, what kind of enemy could a bitch in prison have?
Just as he was thinking, he heard a roar, turned around and saw a dozen motorcycles roaring towards him, arrogantly "surrounding" the police at the warehouse.
This behavior scared the police so much that they dared not move.
There are too many incidents of shootings and attacks on police officers in broad daylight, it all depends on the mood of the drug dealer.
"From Juarez, several of their people died at the door of the warehouse." Sanborn said softly to Conor Velasco next to him. He obviously knew the leader. He put his hands on his hips and shouted He said, "Walker, what are you doing here?"
Those who dare to act like this against drug lords in Mexico are either drug dealers themselves or have a strong background behind them. But if you think about it, even Camare Na was also tortured and killed with the help of the DEA, so it became clear that the composition of this Sanborn was very complicated.
The leading criminal didn't look like a good person. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips and tight lips. His cruel eyes were frightening. The police around him didn't even dare to look at him.
"Is there any place in Mexico that we don't dare to come to?" Walker rudely opened the cordon and led people into the scene. He looked down at Anna, touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and looked at Ma Zai behind him. Said, "Go and have a look inside."
"We've taken over here," Sanborn said with a frown.
Walker turned to look at him, "Are you serious?"
He immediately grabbed his neck, took out a pistol and put it against his head, "You think I dare not Shoot? Your cheap stepfather has been beaten to death. Do you still think it’s 1978?”
Sanborn’s mother was a top celebrity in the red light district and met a man and later married him. His third wife was only 5 years old at the time.
The man’s name is Pedro Aviles.
Although he is dead, his influence is still there. The leaders or senior executives of hundreds of drug trafficking organizations in Mexico's 1.9644 million square kilometers have all worked under his banner. This little incense is enough for Sanborn to live "stablely" .
The premise is that you have to shrink down.
Don’t think that the drug lords are afraid of you. What kind of power can a dead old guy have? It's just scattered "jianghu morality".
It’s funny to say that drug traffickers who disrupt social order are sometimes the most particular about “rules.” Like when Escobar in Colombia was besieged and disintegrated by the Cali Group, the DEA Narcotics Enforcement Agency, and government forces. , the Cali group did not make things difficult for his wife and children, and did not kill them all.
Instead, he asked them to sign a pledge not to participate in drug trafficking again, and then sent them abroad without touching his assets.
That is to show Escobar's dignity, and also to show the leaders of other organizations. It doesn't matter if we kill each other, or if we kill family members during fights, but if "I" dies, don't be embarrassed. The rest of the family.
But it happens from time to time that low-level drug dealers kill each other.
This "hidden rule" remained very good before the millennium, until the post-warlord era when "Los Zetas" and "Jalisco New Generation" appeared, it completely changed.
Young people no longer care about martial ethics!
Kona Velasquez saw that Walker was serious and hurriedly reached out to comfort him, "Calm down, calm down, let's deal with things first."
Walker glanced at him, then at Sanborn, pushed him away, and pointed at the latter, "Don't hinder us, give him some money, and let these police officers go back to have afternoon tea."
The man behind him took out a stack of U.S. dollars and threw them on the ground. A police inspector and a senior police officer were treated like this in public. Even though he usually likes money, Sanborn felt embarrassed!
Without even looking at the dollar bills on the ground, he left with a dark face without even saying hello to Kona Velazquez.
Looking at his back, Kona shook his head slightly, what dignity do you need to be a policeman in Mexico?
I don’t have the guts to fight with Walker, and now I’m going to fight him with a gun. Even Conor Velasquez will admire him as a hero.
He planned to stay away from Sanborn. With his personality, there was no guarantee that he would die unexpectedly at any time. How stupid!
But the most indispensable thing in this world is idiots.
In December 2017, Juan Rosales, a Mexican Internet celebrity with millions of followers and known for his funny jokes, was shot to death in a bar because he cursed a drug cartel leader on social media.
Criticizing drug lords in Mexico doesn’t mean you are opening a soap factory in the United States?
Kona Velazquez looked down at Anna, shook his head, and drove away.
When Walker entered the warehouse with Ma Zi, he saw densely packed bullet holes, with an average of a dozen per person.
"Boss, I found the bullet casing." A younger brother handed him a bullet casing. Walker took a look and saw that a standard 9×19 mm bullet was too general and could be used in many firearms. "First, take the body back and examine it to find out what kind of weapon it is. Ask someone to ask if any strangers have come here recently. I don't believe it. I searched all over Mexico City and still can't find them!"
Walker slammed the bullet casing onto the ground.
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Outside Plateau Prison.
Dragan raised his hand and looked at his watch. His face was a little anxious. He hammered the roof of the car. He was a little addicted to drugs. He yawned and bumped his little brother with his elbow, "Cisse , have you got any fans?”
“Boss, you’re not going to smoke it here, are you?”
“What are you afraid of? It’s just a prison, right?”< br>
The younger brother couldn’t bear to part with it. This thing is quite expensive to buy, and the internal price also costs money. He hesitated, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a fat body dragging a suitcase out of the door, "Boss, you My cousin is out.”
Dragan looked up and saw the familiar fat face, waved and shouted.
When Casare saw him, he pulled down his black backpack, grabbed his suitcase and walked over, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Dragan sniffed. "No, no, get in the car."
The boy next to him helped open the car door with great discernment and smiled at Casare. He knew that this person was an "important" person now.
For the first time, Casare was a little embarrassed when someone opened the door. After sitting in the car, Dragan couldn't wait to ask, "Where is the goods?"
"Why are you in a hurry?"
Kasare said this, but he still opened the suitcase, which contained AK47 parts neatly. "Here are 5 AK47s, 500 rounds of 7.62 mm bullets, 10 anti-1 grenades..."
"Didn't the phone say 10 long guns and 10,000 rounds of ammunition?" Dragan asked hurriedly.
“Do you think I am someone who can move so many things? An AK costs 4.3 kilograms, not counting bullets. Do you think I am Superman or Batman?”
Casare said angrily, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "There is an address on it. You go over and find a man named Holder to get the rest of the goods, and he will give it to you."
"That's good, that's good." Dragan leaned forward to prepare the box, but Casare reached out to block it. "Give me money first, AK 1,000 US dollars, bullets 1 US dollars for 5 rounds, and grenades 40 US dollars." br>
"The total is..."
Casare frowned and couldn't figure it out clearly. He took out his calculator under the confused eyes of Dragan and others, "12,400 US dollars, we only need cash. , no check required.”
“Why did the price increase? Isn’t the AK47 $800?”
“The Soviets lost the war in Afghanistan, and the original factory has increased the price If the price goes up, we have to make some money. Don’t worry, I can’t lie to anyone.”
Dragan looked at him suspiciously.
“You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. When the goods arrive, I will give them to you.”
Casare just shook his head, “This is not okay, this is against the rules.”
Dragan frowned and proposed to give the money here and there separately, but the other party also refused. The reason was that there was no finance and limited manpower there, which made him itchy with anger.
"Are you still afraid that I'll run away? It's not like you don't know where my home is. What we pay attention to in the arms business is credibility, and we're not doing one-time business, right? You can try this thing too But, okay, you know what I’m doing. If you give me money, you take it. If you don’t give me money, I’ll sell it to someone else.”
"In Mexico, arms are more in demand than chastity."
Dragan stared at Casare, who did not panic. The other party had no choice but to say to his younger brother, "Pay!"
“Don’t lie to me, I know you Where is home?"
This threat is very strong. It is too common for cousins to turn against each other. Guzman knows that. He has four cousins who founded the famous Beltran Leyva Group. , the two sides turned against each other.
You know, the four of them started a joint venture in the planting business with Guzman when he was 15 years old, and they followed him until middle age. But just like that, when there were differences in interests, they just went ahead with it.
Who cares?
For more than 10,000 US dollars, Dragan can really kill Casare's family.
Casare, who had received the money, did not care about his threats. He counted the money in front of him and said with a smile, "If there is a customer who wants weapons, remember to contact me and I can give you the dividends, yes. Now, we are called "NewHope" company.
This is the company registered by Best at the request of the boss.
Main business: selling pork, beef and mutton.
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(End of this chapter)