Chapter 76 Our road is full of hope!
“Victor Carlos Vieri!!!”
In a luxurious courtyard in Ciudad Victoria, the capital of Tamaulipas, a low-pitched voice full of anger could be heard. Cursing.
Juan Garcia Abrego, who was short, fat and stout, had a dark face, and the scars on his face caused by the gun battle were trembling faintly.
The speaker who single-handedly transformed the Gulf Group from a smuggling gang to an international drug cartel has not been so angry for a long time.
It’s not that he felt sorry for the death of Claudia Abrego, she was just a cousin. If she died, she would die. What he felt sorry for was the batch of goods, which were shipped to San Francisco. The local sales network had begun to distribute the goods. Addiction The gentlemen have all been contacted, and the CIA has taken care of everything.
The goods haven’t been loaded on the car yet.
That’s worth 100 million US dollars.
Although it would not hurt his muscles or bones, the loss was enough to make him heartbroken.
Want revenge!
If every police officer was as ignorant as Victor, wouldn't they have to worry about their own transportation safety in the future?
In 1988, during the joint anti-drug campaign between the United States and Mexico, Abrego had a shipment of cargo shipped from the Port of Guadalajara to Seattle in the United States. Two small policemen interfered with it and lost 2 tons of cargo. The United States itself also lost a lot of money.
A week later, the two young police officers and their relatives, a total of 17 people, were found in a trash can.
Can you imagine how far 17 people can fit into a trash can?
This incident has caused the Mexican government to lose face, but what can be done?
Even the news media didn’t dare to report it.
You can get rid of the goods, but you must not lose your face.
"Ahem...Garcia, don't let anger destroy your reason."
A stooped old man was pushed in in a wheelchair, and Abrego saw it. The man quickly stood up and signaled to the medical staff to let go. He pushed the wheelchair himself and lowered his head, "Uncle, why are you here?"
This is his biological uncle, Juan Nepomuson, who is also from the Gulf. The founder of the group, because he was willing to spend money to find protection, and occasionally used some money to do charity, this made him go to jail for less than one day in his life.
This gangster who fought during the Prohibition period in the United States has unique personal charm and life experience. He trained his nephew Abrego, who led the Gulf Group into a comprehensive drug trafficking organization.
In Abrego's mind, Juan Nepomuson is the only person he respects.
"The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is too strong. I don't like it. If I want to die, I would rather die at home." Nepomuson said with a smile, and coughed hard without taking another breath.
Abrego hurriedly stroked his back.
"Garcia, it has taken me a lifetime to learn to be careful. Women and children can be careless, but men cannot."
"Take a deep breath before doing anything. Anger will only make you unable to see your surroundings."
Abrego nodded. Just as he was about to tell his uncle what happened, Nepomuson shook his hand. "I'm old, you don't need to tell me, you can make your own decision."
"The only thing I have to do is wait for death." Nepomuson laughed at himself and patted his nephew. hand, and then motioned to the caregiver to push himself to rest.
Looking at his uncle's back, Abrego's eyes were particularly firm.
"Uncle, the Gulf Cartel will never sink!"
He took a deep breath, called his confidants, and asked him to offer a reward of 5 million US dollars for Victor's head.
Let the "mercenaries" who recognize money but not people first go and find out.
Money, there are a lot of drug gangs!
......
At this time, Victor led people to inspect Guadalupe Island.
He plans to build an airport!
"Boss, do we still need to build an airport in a place where there is no shit? Can't we just take a ferry and get to the other side?" Casare followed Victor panting, holding his knees and looking around. A middle-aged man walked in front of me.
That is the designer hired by the boss.
In fact, they are the professionals at Victor's exchange. Such professional matters must be left to professionals. Those who engage in "violent" activities have a combined academic qualification that is not even as long as other people's leg hair.
What do you know about design?
I know a little bit about shooting.
When he was customizing characters, because he didn't know what skills a designer needed, he directly chose the template of an outstanding student of the "Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Arts et des Designs", which has as many as a dozen professional skills and qualities.
I spent nearly 200,000 points!
My salary has to be paid every month.
But they are at least more reliable than those found outside. I will also look for them when building bunkers on the island in the future.
"You need to lose weight. You've been eating so well lately that your belly is almost hanging to the ground." Victor looked back at him and said with a smile.
Casare sneered and nudged his stomach, "It's not that Guadalupe Island is managed peacefully by you, boss. I dare to go out to eat takeout this night. Of course I'm fat. This is called Safe and fat.”
Why don’t you call “Victor fat!”
Who said Latin Americans are straightforward?
Isn’t this also a person with “sweet words”.
But Victor was very happy to hear it.
"Casare, you have to zoom in. We have only eliminated the drug traffickers on Guadalupe Island, but what about Mexico? What about all of Latin America? Even many countries around the world are still living with drug crimes. , we should treat them equally, we need weapons that can physically destroy them from a long distance..." Casare was dumbfounded.
No, boss, are you serious?
So fraternity?
Then go to the Vatican and convince the Pope that you can do it.
"Boss, we are just drug dealers, not warlords. Is it necessary to use airplanes? I think it is better to increase the number of artillery, and other countries should not have our turn to fight against drugs, right?"
Victor smiled mysteriously, he knew some things.
The U.N.’s International Narcotics Control Agency, which was later commonly known as the “Narcotics Control Agency”, will be established on December 12, 1990. That kind of organization always needs a certain amount of “force support”.
Why else would we fight against drugs?
When Victor's position reaches a higher level, he will have the authority to join on behalf of Mexico.
Global anti-drug campaign is everyone’s responsibility!
Uncle Victor is obligated!
"When dealing with barbarians, we have to be as rude as barbarians. Casare, do you know what are the two types of people in the world who are most receptive to change?"
The other party shook his head. .
"Rich people and criminals."
"If you tell them that there are longevity genes in stool, the latter will rack their brains to kidnap medical talents to extract substances they don't know at all from the stool, and then sell them to Rich people who want to live longer. "
"You know, criminals will do anything to make money. There may be a plane full of drugs in the clouds above our heads from Mexico. If we have planes all over the world, we can blow them up!"
"Didn't Best say that Juarez has also formed a killer team? Maybe it won't be long before all the drug cartels in Mexico are armed! They all have to be updated, maybe... they will even have fighter jets!"
Kasare's mouth was half open when he heard such a "bold" idea.
He knew that drug dealers owned some jets, which were used in Latin America to spread pesticides.
But in fact, Casare still has "short eyesight".
Given the current changes in the situation, it may not take half a year for Mexican drug trafficking groups to gradually transform into "warlord-like" organizations.
Anti-drug work will become increasingly difficult.
This dull topic made Casare even feel "tired" and opened his mouth, "Boss, if it is so difficult, why do we still do it?"
"There must always be someone holding a torch high in the darkness, in order to tell everyone that there is a road ahead and they should move forward, so that when they die, the following sentence can be engraved on their tombstone: He was trying to change the world, and he will never be able to change the world. Give up."
Victor looked at him, "And... I'm a policeman!"
The sky was raining, and Casare looked up, and he suddenly thought of facing him at school. Flag sworn look.
At that time...
He was young, he was upright, and he was full of hope for the future.
Later...
He was afraid, he was cowardly, and he prayed that the drug dealers would bypass him.
But now when Victor appeared, it was like a seed bursting out of his heart.
Why doesn’t he want to be a good policeman?
"Boss, but we only have more than 200 people." Casare muttered.
"More people will join us!"
"Starting from Guadalupe Island, I plan to open a civilian police school on the island, recruiting students between the ages of 14 and 19, and then give Our police force has been replenished with new blood. The location we have chosen is right next to the beach. There is an empty factory left by drug dealers. You can go to the TV station and send a notice to let all islanders know about this.”
If you integrate the feelings of home and country into young people, they will become the new generation of Mexico.
Victor did not intend to change this country in a few years.
Killing is very simple, a bullet takes a fraction of a second, but it takes one or even two generations to build a country.
"I will be the principal, and then you will be the vice principal, and Kennedy will be the school's military training instructor. When they come out, they must at least be proficient in using NATO standard weapons and techniques and tactics."
Looking at Victor who was talking eloquently.
Casare didn’t even know what to say.
Boss, are you training "police auxiliary personnel" or "Mexican soldiers"?
But if it really develops as the boss imagined.
Invasion of Mexico...
No, it should be "Vuestroemperadorhavuelto. (Your emperor is back)".
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(End of this chapter)