Chapter 97 You don’t respect me? You don't respect me! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
Bring more people?
Victor squinted his eyes, and of course he heard Alejandro's subtext.
The visitor is evil!
Uncle Victor likes to make trouble.
"Let Kennedy take EDM to Ensenada with me. I want to see what nonsense the people in Mexico City can say."
Casare gave full play to the role of a dog-headed strategist, "Boss, do you want the police to drive the boat over? If those bastards come to force us, we will give them a shot!"
"Are you going to force them? How many guns does the education department have?"< br>
"But you are right. It's better to be careful. I will do as you say, replenish the ammunition and send two Katyushas over by ro-ro ship."
If they come Hard!
Let them understand what Uncle Victor's slap is.
Arriving at the police station, EDM had already assembled. The group boarded four helicopters. In addition to the Mi-8 and SA.321Ja helicopters, Victor also exchanged for an American Sikorsky company nicknamed "Happy" The Hulk's H-3 transport aircraft can carry 28 people.
The other one is the AH-1 "Huey Cobra"!
Vigorously develop air power to maintain smuggling activities in the waters around Guadalupe Island. Go up and shoot them directly.
However, no drug dealers should dare to take this line in the short term.
More than billions of dollars are lost every year.
Three helicopters protected Victor's plane and quickly arrived in Ensenada and parked on the apron of the city hall. As soon as he stepped down from it, he saw Alejandro waiting.
The two men held hands tightly.
Alejandro hooked his shoulder and looked very intimate, lowering his voice, "The person here is called Zafarullah Tejela, and he is here to be a lobbyist."
"For whom? Drug dealers?"
"Who else can there be besides them?" Alejandro said helplessly, "You have killed too many people recently. The drug cartel has lost its most important channel. They cannot accept such a big loss."
Victor nodded and asked the key question, "Why did you call someone from the education department? Does he have a deep connection?"
"He is Lauro Salinas Degotari. Suegro (father-in-law)."
The surname Victor sounded so familiar, and suddenly something flashed in his mind, "That bald brother?"
Alejandro nodded.
The bald man is the talkative man in Mexico now, Carlos Salinas!
His brother’s father-in-law became a deputy in the education department and then interceded for drug dealers?
Okay, okay!
As expected of a corrupt Mexican bureaucrat!
Victor knows that this kind of nepotism is unavoidable in any country, but in this country there are very few people involved in the drug problem.
"Where are the others?"
"In the office." Alejandro said helplessly, "He is a proud person."
Victor nodded, "I like proud people."< br>
It’s better to have hard bones so that they won’t be knocked to death directly.
The group of people walked towards the office. The city hall staff they met on the way greeted him with respect. Victor did not put on any airs and smiled and waved.
"You are more suitable to be a politician than me." Alejandro said with emotion when he saw him like this.
"Politicians don't say who is suitable or not, but whether interests push you or not."
Victor opened the door and raised his eyebrows when he saw the scene in front of him, and saw a The slightly bald middle-aged man was crossing his legs, stroking his chin and looking at the female secretary who was busy inside with evil intentions.
There are many people sitting next to me.
You don’t look like a good person.
However, the bald Carlos Salinas and his brothers were not good people either. When they were 12 years old, they shot and killed a 12-year-old maid. It was even published in the newspapers at the time, but...
His father was a federal congressman and his family was very prominent.
Zafarullah Tejela, a bald man and deputy minister of education, heard the sound of the door opening and looked over. When he saw so many people standing at the door, he raised his eyebrows and smiled happily. "Victor, come and sit."
Does this make you the master?
Victor smiled and nodded, walked in and took a look.
No more space.
Every seat is full.
"You have gone a little too far recently, and some people are very unhappy, but don't worry, these are just minor problems. It's normal for young people. It was the same when I was like you. Just change it." Zafarullah Tejela left him standing.
Then he spoke as if he was lecturing a junior.
"Are you disrespecting me?" Victor suddenly said.
"??" Zafarullah Tejela was startled.
Victor kneeled him directly into his ribs, pulled his neck and pressed him against the wall, "TMD! Everyone came to greet me, but you won't come? Who do you think you are? You don't Come on!"
"You don't respect me!"
Victor picked up the familiar weapon "ashtray" on the table and smashed it on his head, "I'm here, even Satan has to stand up. , are you sitting here talking to me? Didn’t your mother teach you respect?”
Alejandro touched his forehead, he knew that this was going to happen. He has already advised Zafarullah Tejela that Victor has a bad temper. Do you know what he said?
"If you have a bad temper, you have to become good. Mexicans have to be gentlemen."
Well...
If you want him to be a gentleman, he will be beaten into a dog for you. shit.
Alejandro didn't intend to pull it off either. If you hit him Victor, don't hit me.
The bottom of the ashtray is about 3cm thick. If you smash it down, it will give the other party a hard blow.
Standing up panting, he kicked the opponent's mouth with a shoe heel, breaking his teeth into pieces.
Victor turned his head and looked at the people in other seats. He pulled Zafarullah Tejela’s chair and sat down. “I will sit in this seat. If I don’t come, you have to stand. "Hey, why are you moving!"
He looked at a man wearing glasses and shouted, who just adjusted his glasses.
“Pull him down and beat me!”
Kennedy and two police officers dragged him to the next room. Screams rang out, but soon fell silent. Apparently his mouth was covered.
"I'm talking from above. It's good that I don't let you kneel down. You still have to move." Victor glanced at them and stretched out three fingers.
“I’m here to say three things.”
“First, don’t be a dog to drug dealers, you will be liquidated by me sooner or later.”
“Second, don’t be a dog to drug dealers. Pay attention to my head, I can't tolerate any sand, if you are not honest, I will beat you to pieces!"
"Third, you are your officer and I am my policeman. If you ask me to do nothing, I will make you unable to sit still!"
"Is there anything else? If nothing happens, get out of here Let's go."
Victor waved, and several staff members who followed Zafarullah Tejela ran away. When they reached the door, "Wait!"
A few people were covered in sweat. Shaking, he turned around with a sad face.
“Drag him away.”
They were in such a hurry that they hurriedly picked up the unconscious Zafarullah and left in embarrassment.
“You have offended the people above you very severely.” Alejandro sighed.
Victor's brows twitched, "Yes, the offence is severe."
"Since you have been offended, then be more ruthless. Zafarula and the others will not be able to leave Ensenada City! "
Alejandro's heart trembled, and he swallowed when Victor saw that his expression didn't look like he was joking.
"He doesn't respect me. I'm quite rebellious."
Who says you can't be rebellious when you're almost 30 years old?
Puberty comes late.
"There are still people in the Tijuana drug cartel who are resisting. I think we have to be careful recently." Alejandro is also a smart man.
Can’t you see it now?
The city of Ensenada and Guadalupe Island are running counter to the entire Mexico and have long offended many vested interests.
Victor and Alejandro are reformers with no retreat.
Do you think you can get away with just bowing your head?
Lowering your head will only make you die faster.
If you are not tough, drug dealers will follow suit, and when the time comes, they may appear in toilets, sewers, or in the wilderness.
Then piece by piece here and there.
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“Long live Mr. Victor!”
A large number of people gathered outside the city hall. They held up photos of Victor. They heard that he was coming, shouted a group of ardent followers.
There are even portraits of him and God side by side.
This is considered the highest treatment.
"We want to work! We want to work!"
Across the road, a group of people also gathered, holding signs in their hands that read: "Vamosacomer! nohaynarcotraficantes, notenemostrabajo! (We want to eat! Without drug dealers, we have no jobs!)"
"Don't these bastards know how disgusting drug dealers are, they are betraying the country."
" It’s these fanatics again, bah!”
The two groups disliked each other and glared at each other.
Suddenly, someone’s shoes flew over. This was a trigger, and the two groups started working directly.
Hundreds of people were fighting together!
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(End of this chapter)