Chapter 29 The Real Mexican.
Israpalada Block. A factory covering an area of about 400 square meters.
There is also a decent sign hanging at the door: "Mexican New Generation Hope Technical School."
It is autumn in October, and Ryan is still wearing short sleeves and holding a trumpet. He yelled at the twenty or so thin half-grown men lying on the ground, "Stay up! Stay up! What are you doing? Are you fucking the ground?"
As he said this, he stepped on the ground next to him. On the boy's butt, the other party fell directly to the ground, both arms trembling.
"If you want to make money, you have to endure hardship. To be a bitch, you have to wear out your sheets every day. You don't have this condition, so you can only endure more hardship. I tell you, if you fail the exam in three weeks, get out of here."
This technical school is a bull's-head selling dog meat. Holder and the others used loudspeakers to promote the school in the neighborhood. Food and accommodation are included. Good grades also include distribution. The minimum monthly salary for the job is 600 pesos.
With this treatment, even if you ask me to kill someone, I will do it!
Many parents send their children here, and when they take a look, they think, well, it seems a bit unseemly.
But as I said, there are so many poor people in Mexico, and there are many children at home. Ordinary families simply cannot afford to raise them.
There’s a place to eat for free, who cares!
On the first day, more than 100 people were sent, but Ryan selected 30 of them, including 8 girls, with an average age of 18.
Don’t underestimate women...
Perhaps it is their gender shortcomings that make them “look down upon” in many industries, but it is this advantage that makes it easier for them to get closer to their goals. Complete the task.
Moreover, when a woman is cruel, it is really like "Jesus even eats fast food."
Not to mention the Colombian "Black Widow" Blanco. When she was making drugs, Pablo was still reselling electrical appliances. Later, when he couldn't survive, he turned to Blanco and asked the elder sister to guide him into the industry.
Unexpectedly, Blanco is the leader of Pablo. She also invented the motorcycle murder method, which is a group of two people, one person drives the car, and the other person sits behind and kills with a gun. It is common in In many film and television dramas.
In addition to her, there are Sandra, the "Queen of the Pacific", Claudia Ochoa Felix, the new queen of Los Zetas... and many more.
Why are firearms called all beings equal?
Because it transcends the gaps of gender, ability, money and power.
Boom boom~
Sergio and Juan, the captains of the gunner team, came in pushing two tricycles. The steaming fragrance was coming from them, and the hungry students who were lying on the ground couldn't bear it. He kept raising his head and staring.
Burritos, chicken corn red and white soup, nachos.
It costs about 30 US dollars just to eat for a day.
Well, 30 dollars can support 30 people...
The scalps of capitalists are numb.
Ryan looked at his watch, put his hands behind his back, and nodded, "Get up, let's all line up."
After training for a few days, it was considered a small achievement, there was no noise, and the basic discipline was there Okay, what do you want to train in three weeks?
Anyway, they can fight better than the African "militia".
"Ryan!" Holder walked out of a room in the factory, hooked his hand, and asked when the other party came in front of him, "Has the rent been collected? Go and buy some goods from Best."< br>
Rent is protection money.
Of course protection fees were charged when the Israpalada neighborhood was taken down. Holder provided help to them. Isn’t this income from labor?
Thankfully this is not the United States, otherwise you would have to pay taxes if you rob a bank.
The gunmen of the "Mexican New Generation" are all under Ryan's control, 50% is retained for the organization, and the rest is used to buy weapons.
"I received it, the total is 87,475 pesos. I will buy some bullets in the afternoon." Ryan said.
The maintenance fee for this street alone is more than 40,000 US dollars, which does not include high temperature subsidies, cold winter subsidies and other miscellaneous items.
Do you think gangs do charity?
Without money, who would be so desperate?
In the Middle Ages, the Popes still sold "Atonement Scrolls". What did Jesus eat when he had no money? What to drink? How do priests find little boys?
In 1989, the annual income from protection fees alone was 400,000 US dollars. No wonder some tycoons who had never read books became rich.
But it’s precisely because they haven’t read books that they don’t understand the awe. Have they read high? That’s why I remembered my duty.
Holder!
Damn it, I haven’t even graduated from elementary school.
“Boss.”
A man ran in from the door with a fierce look on his face and a bulging bag on his waist, “The police are coming.”
police? What are you here for? Distribute flyers?
Holder's brows twitched when he saw seventeen or eight police officers walking in from the door, wearing police uniforms, led by a Subinspector.
Holder, who has been in the police force, understands the meaning of this level. He is already a senior police officer, several levels higher than Victor.
"Police inspection! The Mexican Preventive Police Force violent crime investigation Codanillo Sanborn." The leading deputy superintendent raised his work permit.
"What's the matter? Mr. Police." Holder walked up to him lamely, followed by Ryan and Ma Zi.
Sanborn looked him up and down, "I received news that you are selling arms here, and it is closely related to the shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. I need to conduct a search."
? ? ? Holder thought he had heard wrong and said with a smile, "Officer, are you kidding me? This is a technical school. Ryan, bring me 2,000 pesos and give the officers afternoon tea."
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“Bounce!”
Who knew that Sanborn raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the ceiling and fired.
The entire factory suddenly fell silent, and then the gunmen from the "Mexican New Generation" became manic. Do the police dare to act arrogantly from their home territory?
If you were kicked by your peers, it was because you were incompetent. If you were frightened by the police, why would you go out and fool around? Go home and sell corn.
Huan and others drew their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The police behind Sanborn were also tense for a moment, and the two sides faced off.
"There are still guns in the technical school?" Sanborn asked with a frown.
Holder looked at him and frowned, "Sir, what are you talking about if a mechanic doesn't learn how to shoot a gun? This is Isla Parolada Street, where I'm covering. You want to make trouble here. , Just rely on the old antique in your hand? Did you suck it on your head?"
"Keep your mouth clean, I have the right to investigate you!"
"Sorry, I won't cooperate. Show the police what firepower is." Holder said to Ryan.
The latter pulled out a box from under the table next to him, took out the AK47 from it, clicked the magazine, pulled the bolt with his backhand, and shot a shuttle towards the sky.
"Sir, you don't have the firepower like me, why do you care what I do? Is your medical insurance enough to cover it? It costs several hundred dollars a month. Why are you so serious??"
"I'm suing you for illegal possession of a gun now!" Sanborn's eyes lit up when he saw the AK47. It was exactly the same as the weapon used in the previous shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. There were very few Soviet goods in Mexico, so it was definitely indistinguishable from the person in front of him. Open a relationship.
He said to the policeman next to him, "Cuff him!"
"You want to arrest me? Where is the evidence? What did you tell him this is?" Holder pointed to the policeman displayed next to Sanborn. Policeman, Lane's gun immediately turned towards him.
The other party swallowed his saliva and became nervous.
They didn’t really want to care about the shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. The firepower of those people was stronger than that of the entire police station. What were they doing there? Looking for death?
But the new boss had to make a name for himself, so he found an "informant" from who knows where, saying that someone was selling arms here, and came over with his troops.
Just silly cute!
Do you think they won’t resist?
"Tell me! What is this?" Ryan asked in a loud voice, which made the policeman tremble. He glanced at Sanborn, who looked ugly next to him, "Burn... burn the fire stick."
"Did you hear that, sir? This is a fire stick, not an AK47. You are looking in the wrong place. If you have the ability, don't bring the police next time. You bring the army and a tank."
Holder walked over unceremoniously and patted Sanborn's face, "Are you out of your mind? This is Mexico, not the United States, Deputy Superintendent? Haha~" A mouthful of phlegm spat on Sanborn. En's police rank.
This time he couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Holder directly.
When Ryan saw this, he kicked Sanborn to the ground and hit him on the head with the butt of his gun. Juan and others shot directly at the policemen. There was an unlucky guy on his shoulder. He was injured and screamed, while the others hurriedly fled.
The police in Mexico are so useless.
The older drug lords even let them watch the gates, such as the later "Sky King" Armando, who always let the police guard the gates of his mansions.
The combat effectiveness is very poor, very poor, very poor...
Sanborn's face was covered with blood. Lane was still angry. He raised the gun and pointed it at him and was about to pull the trigger. Holder held him down and covered him, "Don't kill him here."
< br>After all, he is a senior police officer.
Not a little guy.
Even if Guzman killed the police, he had to do it secretly.
“Throw him out.”
Holder saw Sanborn lying on the ground muttering, squatting down, and listened, "I will definitely catch you."
Fucking madman!
As for this...
Sanborn tilted his head and fainted.
He saw it as a child.
When he was in fifth grade, his tutor asked him and his cousin what they wanted to be when they grew up.
Cousin: "I want to be a gangster and make a lot of money."
Sanborn: "I want to be a policeman, I want to be the most just policeman in Mexico."
At that time, the teacher gave him a candy. He still remembered that the candy was very sweet. When he grew up, he relied on the door to help him get promoted quickly. However, wherever he went, he was old-fashioned and old-fashioned. Colleagues are eager for him to leave.
It’s not like he hasn’t felt excluded, lonely, and helpless.
But he still remembered that the candy was very sweet.
I also remember that the teacher told him that this road was dangerous and wild, but he ate the candy and said with a smile.
"Teacher, darkness will eventually yield to light! Just like Miguel Hidalgo, the real Mexican can never be defeated!"
But this road is very difficult. Difficult, difficult.
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(End of this chapter)