Chapter 40 Read more, speak less!


Chapter 40 Read more, speak less!

"If you have a connection with arms, I think we can make a fortune together." Alejandro said.

Doing business?

Of course Victor is interested.

Sitting up straight for a moment, he said, "Please explain it carefully."

Being able to get him to say "please" is a big deal.

“I will be transferred to the senior assistant of the Mexican Security Department, responsible for the anti-drug work in Chihuahua, and coordinate with the military. Last night, a senior student of mine who I had not contacted for a long time suddenly contacted me. He wanted me to Can you help him contact the military and sell him some weapons?"

Victor raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "What does your senior do?"

The Mexican military has been doing this. It is a corrupt frontier. They will sell their weapons to drug lords in exchange for money. The drug dealers use military weapons to kill civilians. To a certain extent, the military is also an accomplice.

But to be honest, the Mexican government’s military spending is really rubbish.

Can you imagine that military spending in 1989 was less than $1.5 billion?

The Army doesn’t even have a decent tank, it’s all armored vehicles.

What about the Air Force?

American-made F-5E.

The navy has nearly 40,000 people and has established two fleets, equipped with two "Keeling" class destroyers and frigates made in the United States in the 1960s.

What kind of warship is the Keeling class? It was built by the United States at the end of World War II. It was originally intended to fight the Japanese in the Pacific. However, after it was built, the Japanese failed to hold on and surrendered, making these ships useless. .

In the 1980s, the Americans stopped using them and started selling them.

O Shichibukai didn't like this thing, and they would rather use their own boats.

The salary is generally the lowest in the industry, and you don’t have to pay so much if you go to beg for food.

You don’t want to pay, but you still want someone to fight a drug dealer?

You put a condom on your head - you put it on the wrong head.

So in the brutal anti-narcotics shootout, you can even see Mexican soldiers wielding wooden sticks.

The magical and abstract world of Latin America.

"You should have heard his name. His name is Aguilar, the former commander of Mexico's Federal Security Service and the current spokesman for Juarez."

Holy crap!

Big brother, your old classmate is so obsessed with you, why are you so miserable?

But after thinking about it, I can understand that most drug lords put "profit first" and you are not qualified to bring them benefits. They don't think you are an old classmate.

"Then you didn't contact the military?"

Alejandro's tone suddenly became louder, "Why not? I contacted Derek from the 18th Division of Chihuahua. Brigadier General Derek Alvarez, he told me that less than 25% of the troops’ weapons were sold by the former commander!”

“Even the armored vehicles were sold”< br>


Victor's butt felt numb after hearing this. The degree of decay of the Mexican army was still beyond his imagination.

Alejandro took a deep breath, "Aguilar is a very proud man. He doesn't like others to reject him. I have no choice, so I approached your buddy."
< br>"I know him, but, sir, what do you need?" Victor asked directly.

It’s all about interests, why bother talking about favors?

If you talk about human relations in Mexico, you are not far from death.

"30,000 US dollars, my introduction fee, and you can rest assured that I will put in a good word for you."

"No problem, I will have someone deliver it to your home."

Victor promised very much. Refreshingly, problems that can be solved with money are not big problems.

After the time was agreed upon, Victor was about to hang up the phone when Alejandro on the other end shouted again, "Wait, there is one more thing."

"The day after tomorrow. On the Day of the Dead, the security tasks in Mexico City are relatively heavy. The security department hopes that you can send personnel to take charge of the security of the town of Miski starting tomorrow.”

Have all the prison guards been pulled out to stand guard?

Are you going to be so outrageous?

Victor frowned. He also knew that this was an order from the security department. It would be useless even if you complained, "How many people are needed?"

"There is no requirement, but bring more people. OK, you know, there are always some drunks who like to cause trouble on the Day of the Dead, and your own safety is the most important thing."

After hanging up the phone, Victor touched his chin.

There are a lot of things going on this Day of the Dead, so you need to bring more people, and it's best to have an armored vehicle. Even if you face a gun battle, you don't have to be afraid.

But he looked at his points: 10,789 points.

This is not enough to exchange for a wheel, and even doing business with Juarez is not enough to exchange for weapons.

You have to take big steps in life and work, even if you get into trouble.

At worst, put a band-aid on the egg.

Victor's eyes flashed with evil, and it looked like he had to pull out the old immortal from the third ward and sacrifice him. He pressed the intercom and said, "Casare, come here."

Night. Cicily Falcon was curled up in a corner, drowsily asleep.

Suddenly, he felt the sound of the cell door being opened. He was a light sleeper and suddenly woke up. He raised his head suddenly and saw three figures rushing over. , one of them tightly covered his mouth.

Sicily Falcon's pupils widened, she kicked her feet hard and made a whining sound. She wanted to struggle, but she was already thin and she didn't eat well in prison because she had no money.

Nourishment can’t keep up.

One of them took out a rope as thick as his thumb, put it directly around Sicily Falcon's neck, and strangled him hard.

Cicily Falcon's eyes almost popped out, her face turned red, her cheekbones trembled, she even smelled the smell of urine, and streams of liquid filled the air.

He made a "loud" sound in his throat and waved his hands randomly, but soon his body stiffened, and then he lay down softly.

He was strangled directly!

The three men had a clear division of labor. They hung the rope on the bed, and then put Sicily Falcon's head into the rope, as if hanging. The technique was not very professional.

After everything was done, the three people closed the cell door and left.

I didn’t see a pair of eyes staring at him in the first cell.

Cicily Falcon is dead!

This news shocked the Third Ward. Superintendent Corner Velazquez swallowed his saliva when he looked at Falcon's miserable situation in front of him.

There was a prison doctor squatting next to him. He looked at the marks on the other person's neck, and then at the scene, "Superintendent, he should have hanged himself."

" Hang yourself?"

Kona Velazquez felt ridiculous, pointed at the rope hanging casually on the bed, and laughed angrily, "Would you like to hang yourself?"

Prison doctors are in a dilemma.

At this moment, a voice appeared at the door, "What's going on."

Kona Velasquez turned his head and saw Victor standing at the door, which made him His eyes were very complicated. He was originally a small deputy supervisor, but now he has become his boss.

"Warden." The guards in the prison shouted, and Conor Velasquez reluctantly followed suit, "Deputy Warden."

Victor glanced at him .

You don't want to make progress at all.

"Cicily Falcon committed suicide by hanging, and she died more than eight hours ago." The prison doctor said.

Victor became angry when he heard this and looked at Kona angrily, "How do you manage this? How could you commit suicide? Are you on patrol?"

Three consecutive hits directly asked confused Kona.

"If you can't do your job well and can't see your people, you should be suspended for review first. Casare will manage the third ward part-time." Victor frowned and said directly.

Kona's face suddenly turned ugly.

But in Victor’s eyes, he could only admit it with resignation.

"Take the body away according to the procedure and take it for cremation."

Victor glared at Kona fiercely before leaving, while Casare behind him patted him on the shoulder. Wen Sheng said, "It's okay. The warden is like this. I will tell him. When he is angry, you can come back and I will help you take care of it first."

When Victor was about to walk out of the prison, Suddenly turning his head, he saw Stepan Blanchard moving his eyes to the book in his hand in a panic, with sweat slowly dripping from his temples.

"Stepan." Victor suddenly said.

"Yes, in..." The other party shouted subconsciously.

“Read more books and read them carefully. If you read too many books, you won’t have random thoughts.”

When Stepan Blanchard met Victor’s eyes, his face turned pale. Yes, he nodded nervously.

Victor looked at him deeply for the last time and walked out of the prison.

Stand at the door.

He said to Casare, "Stepan doesn't seem to be in good health. Do you think he may have any infectious diseases?"

Casare understood immediately.

"Then I will move him to another prison and observe and manage him alone."

"You are in charge of the third ward and don't commit suicide."

"I understand."

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(End of this chapter)

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