Chapter 64 Mr. Santos~
As to who is most concerned about the situation on Guadalupe Island, it is probably the Tijuana Cartel and some corrupt officials.
Mexicali!
Capital of Baja California.
Governor's Office.
Rafael Max couldn't help but swallowed as he looked at the pile of U.S. dollars on the coffee table in front of him.
"Governor Max".
Sitting in front of him was a man with a little fluffy hair and a yellow spotted shirt. Even indoors, he wore sunglasses and crossed his legs.
What a shame!
He shouted, and Max reluctantly turned his eyes over, raised his head and looked at the man, with a flattering expression on his face, "Mr. Ramon, if you have anything to say, you can just say it. Our relationship doesn’t need to be so polite.”
Ramon Aliano smiled, "As long as you like, Mr. Governor, our Tijuana Group is not short of money, but we hate trouble."
Max's expression changed, "You mean Victor? "
Ramon nodded, "His actions on Guadalupe Island seriously violated our interests. You know that without us, American drug addicts will seriously affect local security. "
"What do you mean?"
"Kill Victor..."
Max laughed sarcastically, "You should have more experience in killing a police chief than I do."
Ramon couldn't answer this sentence. If I sent someone to Guadalupe Island, what would he do? Need you?
The news came from above and all the shit was leaked.
Tijuana is currently at war with Sinaloa. The two sides are inseparable and cannot send more people for the time being. Anyway, the governor is one of his own, so give him some money and let him find a way.
Seeing Max's look, Ramon also understood and winked at the boy next to him. The latter took out another bundle of US dollars from the suitcase he carried with him and continued to pile them up.
Drug dealers like these "empty-minded" people, but they know too well the weakness of these corrupt officials, isn't it money?
The drug cartel is most in need of this stuff.
In the 1980s, the Medellin Group could earn US$180 million from the United States every day. How could it spend all of this money?
But it also illustrates the truth from the side. With so much cash flowing out, the most important thing is that you don't pay taxes. It would be strange if the Americans don't kill you.
I am not afraid that you will want more, but I am afraid that you will not want it.
Sure enough, when Max saw the money in his stomach, he smiled so hard that his face was full of wrinkles, "I can't kill Victor directly, but Guadalupe Island is still part of Baja California. God, I will ask him to come back for the meeting with the security department. You can find a way to kill him on the way."
Ramon frowned. He is a rough man and prefers to be direct, but he also understands how to let a governor take it. It is obviously impossible to kill his subordinates with a gun, "Do you guarantee that he will come?"
"If he is still in office, and I have the power to propose a replacement of the director of Guadalupe Island. "
"I'll have someone contact you later."
Ramon nodded, picked up the red wine in front of him and raised his glass with a smile.
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"Go to Mexicali for a meeting? Go to TMDB."
Victor put down the tea cup in his hand, "Those bastards raised their butts and I knew what they wanted to do, they wanted to have a meeting. ? Okay, let him come here to open it, I have a big place, he can open it any way he wants."
"I think this is a trap, Rafael Marquez's reputation is not very good in Mexico City. I had heard of his name when we were young, and it was said that he was involved in drug trafficking in Tijuana."
"Sooner or later we will find an opportunity to kill him together!"
"I want to see if he will talk about a meeting when the gun is pressed against his head."
Casare hesitated, "What if he sends a new mayor or director to pick you up?" Location..."
"Man, there are many accidents in this world and you can't avoid them. Guadalupe Island is 260 kilometers away from the shore. You can't confirm when the waves will come. Are you right? "
"The boss is not because he is the boss, but because, I admit him, he is!"
Casare understood Victor's words.
The great white sharks of the Pacific are having a really good time lately.
Dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, and a police officer opened the door, "Boss, there is a child down there looking for you."
"Child ?" Victor frowned, "Go and see."
Police station lobby.
Has been tidied up, except for the bullet holes in the wall.
Santos was lying on the cabinet with a cloth bag on his back. He saw a police officer loading a gun and stared at the cabinet wall with his lower legs to prevent his body from sliding down.
"Hermanomayor (brother), what is the name of this gun?"
The police officer raised his head and looked at the child's curious eyes, and his heart softened, "CZ75 pistol."
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"How cool~" Santos sighed, "When I grow up and join the police, can I get this kind of weapon?"
"Why do you want to be a police officer?"
"Of course. To safeguard justice!”
This voice was not quiet, and the police officers nearby heard it.
"Safeguard justice?"
Santos nodded, his eyes shining, "Just like you, maintain the safety of Guadalupe Island. I want to protect my mother, Uncle Lopez, Taniste, Pedro..."
He said Then he started to pinch his fingers.
“I want to be a real man, just like my father!”
Gun-wiping police officer: “Where is your father?”
The look on Santos’s face He smiled, a little disappointed, "He was beaten to death by drug dealers, but he also killed 3 drug dealers!"
He said, pride flashing across his face again.
These words made the police officer a little at a loss and didn't know how to comfort him.
"Your father is a hero." A voice came from behind Santos. He quickly turned his head and saw a familiar face.
"Mr. Victor!" Santos shouted excitedly.
“Great guy.”
Victor smiled and touched his head, "But you still need to work hard to become a hero. You have to grow taller and stronger, then you will have the strength to defeat drug dealers."
Santos nodded excitedly and looked left and right. After a moment, "Mr. Victor, I have something to tell you."
Victor lowered his ears naturally, and the other party said right next to him, "I found someone hiding drugs in the church."
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“How do you know?”
“I overheard it. There are people transporting goods for drug dealers next to my house. I am a child and they don’t care.”
Victor thought about it carefully, and realized that these drug dealers couldn't bear it anymore. If the goods couldn't be exported, it would be like they would die in their hands. They couldn't afford the loss.
Do drugs have a shelf life?
"Excellent, young man, what reward do you need?" Victor asked with a smile.
"Can I become your police officer then? Sir!"
Santos raised his hands excitedly, like a fanatical fan, "I will work with you for Mexico. Fight for the cause of drug control for life! ”
Victor saw the love for his motherland in his little eyes.
No matter how bad a place is, there will always be people who love it deeply. If there are no more people, then this land is destined to die.
Victor patted Santos' hand.
Pop!
"Then you must be the bravest police officer, Mr. Santos."
The word "Sir" made the child smile extremely brightly.
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(End of this chapter)