Chapter 69 Negotiation? What kind of thing are you?
Mexicali!
In the governor's office.
After Rafael Marquez sent the Tijuana spokesman Ramon Aliano away, he got furious when he returned to the office and threw everything on the table except banknotes.
“What is Victor going to do!”
Recruit him to Mexicali, is this what Casare Gonzalez, senior assistant of the Guadalupe Island Police Department, said?
“The hemorrhoids are broken and there is no way to get off the road.”
When the secretary conveyed this to Rafael Marquez, the 57-year-old governor almost retired early.
He is still very moral. After receiving money from Tijuana, he has to do things for them.
The most important thing is...fear of death!
Ramon Aliano had just warned him that if Victor was not dealt with, the Tijuana Group would not be able to guarantee Rafael Marquez's daughter in the United States.
This is a threat!
It is really rare in the world for a governor to be so threatened by a drug cartel, but when he opened it and saw that it was Mexico, he felt it was natural.
In 2019, within ten months, drug traffickers shot and killed 48 presidential candidates, most of whom were in high positions themselves.
Governor?
What is it?
I will kill you if I tell you.
The exhausted governor sat on his chair and began to think of methods in his mind. Politicians cannot use force, but they have many small ideas.
He quickly thought of a way.
Assign a mayor to Guadalupe Island. In terms of position and rank, he will naturally be in charge of Victor. When the time comes, he will find an excuse to remove him from office.
This is a good idea!
But who to send?
Raphael Marquez tapped his fingers on the table, mentally calculating the candidates.
The next day.
Victor had just sat down in the office and was getting ready to work when he saw Casare knocking on the door and coming in with a strange expression.
"Boss, the drug lords sent representatives over and want to talk to you."
Victor wiped the table with a napkin and threw it into the trash can, "Did you say anything?"
< br>Casare shook his head, "But it should be surrender. It seemed to scare them yesterday."
In order to publicize his achievements, Victor gave away the corpses (which could be put together) of key members of the Portillo family. The police officers went to several communities with high traffic for exhibitions.
Piling up like dead dogs.
It brought a lot of shock to the people.
The brave ones even went to the Portillo family's "ruin site", as it should be called now. There was not a single good brick in sight, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and there were people on the walls. The head hangs.
Even the beehive next to the eaves was blown to pieces!
The two dogs he raised also died.
It is simply cruel to the extreme.
Privately, some people and drug dealers have called him: "Tirano (tyrant!)"
"Call them in."
Casare nodded and walked out of the office, and after a while He walked in with two strong men, the leader was Guerrero Francisco.
His figure is quite stressful.
Victor glanced at him. No matter how big he was, he could be knocked down with one shot.
Brother, times have changed!
He sat on the chair, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked straight. This look made both of Francesco's expressions stiffen. He, who looked tall and thick, actually endured this breath and held down his companion who looked a little unhappy. "Officer Victor, won't you ask us to sit down?"
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Victor laughed when he heard this, "What is your identity? What is my identity? Do you think you are still the boss in Guadalupe Island now? Come to me, stand and report to me That’s enough.”
“What the hell do you mean!”
Francis couldn't hold his companion, and the other party was so angry that he wanted to come up to fuck Victor. The police at the door rushed in immediately.
Victor stretched out his hand and waved to signal Kennedy and the others to calm down. He walked over, straightened his clothes, and said with a smile, "Young people are impulsive and very angry."
"Fuck NMD. !”
Grabbed the opponent’s hair, pulled it hard, took out a folding knife from his pocket with his right hand and stabbed him hard in the neck!
Francisco will rush forward when he sees this.
"I'm warning you, don't move." Casare pulled out a gun and pointed it at him, and Francesco stopped immediately.
Victor stabbed him more than a dozen times with the butterfly knife, and blood spurted out from the blood vessels in his throat, splattering all over him.
The drug dealer glared and struggled hard, still holding onto Victor's clothes. The latter raised the knife to the opponent's eyes and plunged it in. This place should be the softest, but it was stuck. on the bones.
It took a long time to pull out the butterfly knife.
Victor stood up and looked back at Francesco, who couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the look in his eyes.
Victor forced a smile and used a butterfly knife to scrape off the blood stains on Francis' clothes. "If you are too angry, you have to treat it."
Francisco glanced at the body of his companion on the ground. Looking at the holes makes people panic.
"We are here to negotiate." He braced himself.
"Negotiation? What qualifications do you have? I won, why should I negotiate? Not convinced? Let's each ask someone to do it again to see if Jesus will be on your side. Let me tell you, melon I am the boss of Dalupe Island, Jesus is the second boss!" Victor slapped the table, pointing his thumb towards himself.
"Either die on the island, or get out of here. No weapons are allowed to be taken away. You can take the rest with you. If you agree, I will find a boat for you tomorrow. I'm done."
Victor's arrogance and arrogance gave Francis a headache. He had never seen such a person before.
Mexican politicians, no, the police chief should not be considered a politician. Who doesn’t want to take cards and say hello, me, and everyone? There is no one like Victor who is so active in fighting drugs.
Some people propose a drug ban, but who comes to attack it?
Francisco: "I'm going to discuss it with them."
Victor waved his hand, "I can't decide what you are here to do. Let's discuss it. It will only take 24 hours. If you don't give it to me tomorrow Reply, let’s start the war. I don’t have much time to spend with you chattering here.”
Francesco nodded and glanced at the bodies of his companions on the ground. They were all dead and there was no use taking them back.
But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, "Director Victor, can I ask, why do you hate drug dealers so much? Don't you give us any way to survive?"
"We can give you half of the profits!"
"I am a policeman, not Jesus! You have to make a wish and go to the priest."
Which drug dealer should not be killed?
It should all be chug!
“It’s not enough to scare them. Drug dealers are lions. They like to rush up and bite you to death when you seem to be slacking off. But I’m sorry, I’m a hunter. I like to kill him when I see him. !" Victor said to Casare with narrowed eyes after watching him leave.
"Will they surrender?" Casare asked.
"When you lose the courage to resist, it will not be easy for you to bring it up again. If he surrenders, arrange them to the dock."
Victor paused, "Here we go. It’s easier to feed the fish!”
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(End of this chapter)