Chapter 25 If you do something wrong, you will be beaten! !


Chapter 25 If you do something wrong, you will be beaten! !

“Bounce!”

Guzman closed the car door heavily, his face looking ugly.

"Check this bastard's information for me, even if his mother has several concubines, I want to know!"

He opened the window and said to his confidant.

"Boss, do you want to find someone to kill him directly?" his confidant Ma Zai asked.

“Don’t worry, let’s find out the route first.”

Guzman is a petty person, and those who offend him will not have any good consequences. When he was 12 years old, he contracted a plantation. But there was a gangster who liked to bully them and always wanted to get something from him.

So, he and his cousins ​​invaded each other's house one night, killed the guy with their own hands, and silenced his mother and her children.

This incident was written in the joint memoirs of the four Beltran Leyva brothers. In the book, they called this cousin: Bastard!

He has been unusually tough, ferocious, and vicious since he was a child.

As he got older, his personality became a little more restrained. He knew that checking the other person's background first was not because he couldn't afford to offend, but because he had enough preparation time when facing revenge.

Victor did not feel uneasy at all about offending a "big drug lord".

The pope has to pay when he comes to buy arms, otherwise he will shave your head and send you to India to become a monk.

He didn’t dislike the stench on the U.S. dollars at all, and counted them one by one. Don’t tell me, although he has no love for Americans, Franklin, this little villain, has a long face. " Very pretty."

The total is $67,000.

Money has a piece of shit printed on it, but you think it’s “art”. If you have a tattoo of the eye on your head, you think it’s hanging hair.

Victor counted out 10 of them and handed them to Best, "Thankfully there are two of you. It's so much fun. I'll pay for it tonight."

1,000 US dollars!

Zhen Nima’s generosity.

The chicken coops in this neighborhood can be rounded.

Victor is a generous person. People must learn to share. In the future, I will have to rely on them to work hard, so I have to give others some sweetness.

"By the way, it's the end of the day the day after tomorrow. I'll ask Casare to settle the accounts and give you your dividend on the 1st." Victor stopped Best and said to him.

Hearing that the money was coming, Best also showed a slight smile on his face.

“No need to pay, it’s the same whether you look at it or not.”

Victor waved his hand, the cigarette in his mouth was a bit strong and his eyes were a little blurry. He waved his hand and said, "We are here to do business, and we will do one thing after another. We will do what we promised you."

Now It's okay to write a small amount of bills in a month. If you try to make millions or even tens of millions in a month, will they murmur in their hearts?

Never use money to test human nature, you will find that human nature is "worthless".

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"Victor, I think you should find some bodyguards."

Casare glanced at the boss through the rearview mirror and suggested, "When our business develops better and better, our enemies will become more and more."

His meaning is obvious. .

Boss, be careful of being killed. We are all relying on you to make a fortune now.

Hearing this, Victor felt that he was right. Mexico was full of killers, and he couldn’t bear the slightest bit of grievance because of his temper. Today he could carry an RPG to blast others, and tomorrow they could use the same method to deal with him.

Victor nodded when he heard this.

Many people with good cards have bodyguards. Even a police captain, as long as he has money, will find someone to be a bodyguard, because Mexico is really dangerous.

"Let Best be responsible for this matter. There must be someone familiar with his intermediary."

For example, the reason why Los Zetas was able to run rampant later was because Most of them are from special forces, and the leader Lazcano even went to Guatemala's special forces to poach people.

It suddenly became a strange paramilitary organization.

Although many military fans do not agree with Guatemala’s special forces, compared with the gunmen of ordinary drug gangs, they are simply king bombers who can shoot a bunch of three bombs. They have extremely strong combat effectiveness. Other drug gangs have also begun to recruit them. Professional mercenaries.

It can also be said from the side that Los Zetas made the cruelty of Mexico's drug war rise to an unprecedented level.

However, Cardenas, the leader of the Gulf Group, was also a fool at that time. Just give them the right to kidnap and kill, and give them the opportunity to smuggle. Oh well, they will go it alone after they figure it out. .

“Any other good ideas? You can tell me.”

“I need to apply for a sum of money, and I would like to treat the people in the Second Ward to a meal.”

Is this because you want to build a good relationship with your colleagues and make it easier to operate? Victor had no reason to refuse, but he had a bigger idea, "I think we should expand the scope and invite prison guards from all prison districts to join in the carnival."

"This requires a lot of money." Casare said in surprise.

There are more than 700 prison guards in Gaoyuan Prison. Even if there are no such things as sea cucumber and shark fin, it will still cost a lot of money.

“We should let our colleagues see that we are rich, man, no one wants to deal with poor people, if you are rich enough, the President of the United States can also be your friend.”

He is in urgent need of points. Many old guys in the third ward have been locked up for too long. Many news media outside are too lazy to report on them. Such people should be pulled out and humanely destroyed!

I am sworn in with sin.

This is how society is. If you don’t have money or friends, people who have a lot of money will be courteous to you. So, if you have money, don’t hide it.

Money does not stink.

There will be people who want the smelly ones.

“Then what’s the reason? The warden may not approve it.”

"If you don't approve, it won't be done? Just find any reason, just say your grandmother's 100th birthday."

Casare was embarrassed, "But my grandmother has passed away."

>"She can still be alive."

Casare's face was suddenly confused, but the boss said so, so he had no choice but to admit it, although the reason was a bit ridiculous, he might as well have said that his grandfather Getting married again.

What Mexicans love and fear most is the night.

After a hard day, I can finally go for a drink in the evening, or even find a woman to talk to, but I am afraid that there will be a gang conflict, causing unnecessary casualties.

But men, unless they die, they are lustful.

You can see an elderly man on the roadside asking the price of a prostitute. As soon as the two parties agreed, they walked into the alley.

Madero Pedestrian Street.

The bustling commercial district of Mexico City is only seven kilometers away. There are more than 20 KTVs and 30 bars. It is simply a paradise on earth.

Songwu was very drunk, and he staggered out with a few boys and a dozen girls, and he groped around with his hands dishonestly.

He has a mixed-race face, darker skin, and is not tall, but looks stocky. A young man drove the car to the door of the KTV. Songwu was holding a woman and was about to get into the car. He felt a beam of distant light, which made his eyes wide open.

"Fuck..."

As soon as Songwu cursed, he heard a scream from beside him, and then felt a violent impact. Although there was a car blocking it, But it still flew out a few meters.

He felt pain all over his body, but his first thought was to kill this bastard who was driving!

It was a white van. The door opened, and four men with submachine guns and masks jumped out. Amid the screams of others, they started shooting inside the car.

The guy who was driving went directly to the sky.

Songwu suddenly sobered up. Someone wanted to kill him, so he got up and ran. One of the four gunmen saw his figure and shot Songwu's feet, and he fell to the ground.

These people cooperated very well. When they saw him fall to the ground, two people went up and put a hood on Songwu. The other two stood on the roof of the abandoned car and fired at the younger brother who was hiding next to him.

"Get out!"

The two dragged Songwu into the car, and one of them got into the passenger seat and shouted.

Before the man on the roof left, he took out a grenade from his pocket and threw it directly into the car. With a "boom", the van sped away.

The flames caused by the violent explosion burned the car body. Only those around who had no time to run got up from the ground and looked around in confusion and horror. Some people were crying and looking for friends.

Mexican Game Rules: If you kill the target, you can’t kill me.

Therefore, if you encounter a gunfight, you will run if you can. If you can't run, you will lie on the ground. Generally, you will not deliberately kill passers-by on the ground. This is simply a waste of bullets.

They are criminals, not antisocial psychopaths.

When the gang watching the scene put out the fire, the car body was already bare and completely burned. Songwu’s gang finally ran out and called the boss several times, but no one responded. I panicked.

The local gang leader couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the news.

Song Vu, the Juarez leader nicknamed "Vietnamese Tiger", was kidnapped from the street?

There are some plays here that you can watch.

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(End of this chapter)

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