Chapter 122 Boss Victor, someone wants to bribe me!
If he hadn't been facing the camera, Victor would have had the female reporter beaten out.
There is no way, the camera determines the bottom line of Uncle Victor's patience.
He held the table with both hands and smiled, "I am happy to inform you that the Baja California security department destroyed a drug dealer's den and seized a total of 15 tons of drugs, more than 900 guns and ammunition of various types, and homemade artillery. 13, killing and injuring more than 1,200 drug dealers..."
"Among them, the Mexican government offered rewards to 17 people, and the amount of drugs seized was the largest in ten years."
Ten years ago, when the Guadalajara Cartel was at its peak, no one dared to crack down on drugs.
He paused deliberately when he said this, and the reporters below applauded very sensibly.
Victor smiled and nodded, and was about to speak when he saw the female reporter who had been pulled down by her companions suddenly stood up and asked loudly, "Chief Victor, where are the prisoners? Where are the prisoners of the drug dealers?"
TMD!
Are you here to cause trouble?
Wicker's expression calmed down slightly, "There are no prisoners, and the drug dealers have never thought of surrendering. This is what I want to say. Today, when drugs are rampant, drug dealers not only possess large-caliber weapons, but are also more militarized. This shows that we The drug war will face a more severe test."
"Is it not, or have you killed them all?" the female reporter asked, taking out the CD from her bag, "This is a record of your use of white phosphorus. Bombs and evidence of indiscriminate killing of innocent people!"
"You are lying. They actually wanted to surrender, but you and your people killed these people, and some of them were even civilians."
< br>These words made the surrounding reporters and people a little uproar.
It is funny to say that some reporters are so reckless that they will not question drug dealers about why they manufacture drugs. They will only question law enforcement agencies from the commanding heights.
Maybe they knew the drug dealers would really kill them.
The government departments will compromise!
This is also a gimmick and a hot spot.
Even if a host in Sonora State died before, and someone secretly pointed the finger at Victor, you can't stop someone from really showing off their brains.
"My police officers can't make mistakes! If you think there is a problem with my law enforcement, you can file a complaint against me with the police department."
Just don't call me on my phone.
"As for the killing of drug dealers you said? This is simply ridiculous! I feel that you are sympathizing with drug dealers. News media like yours simply insult the police officers' sacrifice for drug control. I even have reason to doubt that you accept They ask you to stir up emotions here, slander or even insult our police officers!" Victor slapped the table, "I will never allow this kind of behavior!"
"I suspect you are with the drug dealers! There is a private deal, search her bag." Victor looked at Casare, who immediately understood, ran over with two police officers, and went straight to grab her bag.
"What are you doing! This is my personal belongings!" the female reporter shouted, and then looked at her companion, but his companion quickly got up and walked aside.
"Are you refusing to cooperate?" Casare asked.
"I am a reporter, I have the right to question."
"We are the police, and I also have the right to doubt you!"
Casare asked the police officer to open her hand, and then He pulled the bag over, rummaged around inside, took it out from the lining and found a photo. When he took it out, his eyes lit up, "This should be Quintero, the second-in-command of the Guadalajara Group." "
"I remember that the Americans were offering a reward for him. Why do you have a photo with him?"
The female reporter panicked, "I am a reporter, and I interview many different people. ”
Casare shrugged and stuffed the photo into his pocket, "I'm sorry, madam, I'm afraid you have to go to the police station to explain it clearly."
The police officers handcuffed her, and she struggled. "This is persecution! The persecution of a tyrant!"
Seeing that she was still so ignorant, the police officer went over to her with a loud mouth, pulled her hair and pulled her away. This time, she was obviously tortured. I was so stunned that my face instantly swelled up.
"Sorry everyone, this is just a small episode, but I would like to emphasize again that any behavior that sympathizes with drug dealers is disrespectful to the anti-drug police, and we will reserve the right to pursue him."
< br>"Thank you, please do your own thing."
Victor was so fucked by this female reporter that he lost his mood. He looked down with a sullen face. He really didn't mean nothing. The woman had an affair with Quintero, and when she was still there, she gave him a lot of money.
Now I write some "soft promotion articles" specifically for drug dealers.
"Find some drug dealers to be locked up with her. I want to see how much she sympathizes with drug dealers." Victor said in a cruel voice.
It’s good that I didn’t liquidate people like you. But to jump out at this moment, do you really think Victor is being big-hearted?
He is the smallest-minded!
Since you sympathize with drug dealers, let you stay together.
Casare nodded in agreement.
"Director, I have your phone number, Mr. Best." The secretary trotted over and handed the phone to him. Victor picked it up and greeted with a smile, "Hi, Best, good morning."
Standing nearby, Casare saw the boss's expression slowly stiffen, and then frowned, but soon relaxed.
“Interesting!”
…
Mexico City.
Paseodela Reforma, this street built in the 19th century runs through the entire city.
Filled with elegant fountains and historic bronze statues.
There are also birds and bees.
Without violence and drugs, this country would definitely be the most attractive place in Latin America.
In a cafe surrounded by green vegetation, the staff yawned happily and chatted and laughed with their colleagues. And in the corner, two men were sitting.
One is Raul Salinas, and the other is apparently another horse boy under Victor, Best, who is in charge of the "Hope" group.
The latter was looking for business in Mexico City, but was invited to this cafe by Raul Salinas. Since his brother was the president, he thought he had some business, but listening to him I went on for nearly forty minutes, but I still didn’t get to the point.
Best stirred the coffee and glanced at his watch.
Raul Salinas on the opposite side understood immediately. He smiled, took out a check and pen from his pocket, put them on the table and pushed them over.
"What does this mean? Sir." Best was confused.
"Write whatever you want, I know you are working for Victor, help me get his criminal record."
"??"
Best was startled, then raised his head and looked at him, and said with a smile, "Are you trying to bribe me?"
Raul Salinas shrugged, lay back, and said with a smile. , "Victor is too high-profile. I asked him to do a favor but he refused. Who does he think he is?"
"This world cannot be solved by violence alone. Our Salinas family Having stayed in Mexico for more than 150 years, Mexico is us, we are Mexico!”
This is a very resounding statement.
The customers next to me heard it, but they looked up and quickly looked back. Remember one sentence, don’t be too curious in Mexico.
Mexico specializes in "what are you looking at" and will shoot you three times when you come up.
Best is no longer the little brat he used to be. With Victor's "power", he is not financially free now, but he can still improve his life. The "Hope" Group's portfolio is still growing. , you asked me to come to you with just one sentence?
Who do you think you are?
On my first day in Mexico City, I heard that the president’s brother is a bit stupid and likes to directly use his brother’s name to make money everywhere. Now that I see it, he is not only stupid, but also has no sense of proportion.
But Best is also a smart man. He knows that you can't refute this kind of person. If you make him lose face, he will really kill people on the street.
Instead, he nodded in agreement, occasionally adding a few words of dissatisfaction with Victor, then looked at the check, reached for the pen, filled in a figure of 3 million US dollars on it, and then pushed it back to him.
Raul Salinas looked at it and his heart stopped.
NMD!
You really dare to bid.
Best has been observing the other person's expression. Seeing him like this, he laughed in his heart. You said you have no money, are you pretending to be NMB?
Raul Salinas swallowed and signed under the check, "You made a very right decision."
"Then can you give me the check?" Best said very Say it directly.
Raul Salinas opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he would wait until he got the "criminal evidence" before giving it to you, but this was not in line with his personality, so he had to hand over the check through gritted teeth.
As long as Victor is killed, he will be able to get 30 million US dollars from Guzman for his 15 tons of goods.
This is a good deal.
"When can you give it to me?"
Best was silent for a moment, frowning, "In three days? I need some time to contact my people."
"No problem, San See you at this place,” Raul Salinas said happily, then picked up the bag he was carrying and stood up, suddenly saying, “You won’t take my money and run away, right?”
Best was startled, and then said with a smile, "Of course not. If I lied to you, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive in Mexico."
Raul Salinas heard this Nodding, his brother is the president!
Don't underestimate his idiocy!
This guy once stormed into parliament and kicked and punched his brother's opponents. He even chased and beat people with a gun after his relationship with a drug dealer was exposed by reporters.
This incident was a big deal at the time.
His brother is also famous enough, otherwise he would just leave work early.
Of course Raul Salinas was not a complete idiot. After he walked out of the cafe, he asked his bodyguard to send someone to follow him, "As soon as he leaves Mexico City, you will contact me."
Best finished the last coffee he ordered. He was poor before, but he couldn't afford such high-end drinks. A cup cost 7 US dollars!
Even licked the material under the cup clean.
Everyone else in the cafe was stunned when they saw this scene. Isn’t this too low?
Best put the cup down, which was called virtue for him.
Boss Victor often said: "Waste is shameful!"
He walked into the bathroom with his bag, found the innermost door, closed it from the inside, and then called Victor.
Tell everything truthfully.
The boss opposite laughed.
“Interesting!”
(End of this chapter)