Chapter 132 If you can’t beat me, just join.


Chapter 132: If you can't beat me, just join.

Rugged mountain road.

More than a dozen cars drove around the mountain.

The window is opened, and a gust of wind blows comfortably.

Victor stretched out his hand, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at Casare next to him and said with a smile.

"Politics is a group of people sharing interests at a table, violence is overturning the table! Violence is never loyal to politics."

"Do you know why I want to find Kwaukemot?"

Casare shook his head.

"I will talk politics only if I can't beat him. If I can beat him... I'll let him have his say!"

Victor took a puff of his cigarette coolly, then pressed the cigarette butt against the car door and put it out. Just throw it away after igniting it.

Brothers, don’t bring fire sources up the mountain!

Set fire to the mountain and sit in jail.

"We don't have the strength yet to crack down on Mexican drug traffickers across the country. Carlos will not allow it, and those senior officials in Mexico City will not allow it, even..." Victor paused, "The CIA will not allow it. Allowed. "

"Whenever we want to destroy all drug dealers, the CIA, which has already collected bribes from drug dealers, will never sit idly by. Perhaps, we will not be facing an advisory group on the battlefield by then. "

CIA is not just a simple intelligence agency.

Why did the United States invade Panama?

Although it was Noriega, nicknamed "Pineapple Face", who held high the "anti-American" banner, this guy had been a member of the CIA for decades before. After returning from the United States in 1968, he immediately fell in love with himself Torrijos, his boss and friend, launched an armed coup and established the Panamanian military government that ruled Panama for more than 20 years.

Then...

He was a little jealous when he saw that the Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar made billions a year, so Noriega contacted the Medellin gang and offered to Help them open up drug trafficking routes, disguise the drugs as cargo to transit from Panama, and drive directly to the United States. This is much more efficient than transporting drugs in small planes or using their bodies.

Of course, Noriega’s commission is relatively high, but Colombians adhere to the principle of “small profits but quick turnover” and it is a pleasure to work with Noriega. Noriega earns tens of millions of dollars every year from this business. .

And PY can figure out what role the CIA plays in it.

In fact, the most important thing is...

Many high-level Americans have come out of the CIA, and they are very popular.

To Victor, they are behemoths.

He sighed, took out a chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, "So, we have to find ourselves allies in the United States. The DEA is very good. At least we can cooperate with him. The same concept.”

Moreover, he has a grudge against the CIA.

Sometimes it’s easy to make enemies. You crack down on drugs and the CIA sells drugs. This is hatred. Many two agencies that don’t seem to have anything to do with each other can even become allies.

"Catch Quintero as soon as possible."

Can't beat him...

What can I do, I can only choose to join first. When the time comes, with the help of DEA Push CIA to the ground and beat him.

Victor is not worried that the other party will not reuse him.

Compared with the CIA, what does the Drug Enforcement Administration have? It is not that it is not strong enough. If it were more cruel, would Camarena have died so miserably?

However, what will happen when the CIA mobilizes drug dealers from all over the world to encircle and suppress itself?

The convoy drove for about an hour.

Finally arrived at this destination.

A village called: San Miguel (San Miguel).

As a leader, you have to go to the mountains and go to the countryside...

The most important thing is that Alejandro will launch a "village militia" pilot here. This village is about 30 kilometers away from Mexicali. It's about 90 kilometers away, stuck at the intersection with Sonora.

Some small drug dealers often come to collect "planting fees" because they believe that farmers have used the land they should use to plant DM to grow corn and other cash crops, which is a kind of destruction.

Need money.

But the villagers of San Miguel are also tough, and they have had conflicts with them several times. Not everyone in the village is willing to plant DM.

There are about 400 people in this village, who mainly make a living by hunting.

When Victor arrived, a team of EDM players had already come up first, and they always wanted to show the boss the place first.

As soon as he got out of the car, the old man who looked like he was approaching and said, "Welcome Mr. Victor!"

"This is the village chief, Anvil." The secretary said The person next to him introduced softly.

Victor chatted with him very well, with a smile on his face. People who didn't know him thought he was born to laugh.

Most of the roads in the village are mud roads. You can see children standing timidly not far away, their clothes very dirty, like snot and mud mixed together. There were no shoes on my feet, and my thumbs were cracked.

Victor waved towards him, and the other party responded boldly.

"The child's name is Anivar. His parents were killed in conflicts with drug dealers. He is rescued by the villagers every day." The village chief sighed.

"Anivar, let's go! Go study."

At this moment, a half-year-old girl shouted to the little boy, who nodded and waved goodbye to Victor very sensibly.

"Is there a school here?"

"Yes! There is a teacher, but he is a top student from the National Autonomous University of Mexico."

Victor came as soon as he heard this Interest, "Let's go and see."

The National Autonomous University of Mexico is the oldest and largest comprehensive university in Mexico and Latin America, and one of the largest institutions of higher learning in the world.

Founded in 1551.

The village chief led a group of people to the westernmost part of the village, which was a little empty. They saw an earthen house not far away, and could hear the sound of reading loudly.

When you walk into the school, you can even smell the smell of pig shit in the air.

Lying by the window, I saw 2.30 students sitting below, and a middle-aged teacher standing on the podium, wearing glasses, bent over, and his face looked very tired.

"Students, today we are going to talk about the dangers of drugs. Who knows what the dangers are?"

A student below raised his hand, and the teacher clicked on him.

"Drugs can make people lose their minds, lack energy, and make them sick."

The teacher smiled and nodded, "Any more?"

The one who said hello to Victor The little boy Anivar stood up. He looked much smaller than his peers. "Drugs will make me have no parents."

The children's words were very innocent. Even they didn't know what it meant to lose, but they understood that they could no longer see each other.

These words silenced the adults.

The teacher on the podium forced a smile, walked over, patted his head, opened his mouth, "Your parents have gone to heaven."

"Heaven? Teacher, there shouldn't be one there. Are you on drugs?" Anivar asked innocently.

“No, no, it’s beautiful over there.”

Victor just looked at it and then left, feeling very heavy in his heart.

Drug traffickers, drug transporters, and drug manufacturers are all going to die!

There are also those who sympathize with drug dealers.

Kill them all!

The world will be much clearer.

...

Female reporter Leanna L. Carters sat in her chair shaking in fear.

Two men stood next to her and handed her a mobile phone and a piece of paper with many words densely written on it.

“Call Quintero and follow the instructions above.”

“I believe the reporter will not break her promise when she says she will cooperate with us, right?”

With trembling hands, Lyanna picked up the paper and scanned it. It was full of sentences that made men angry.

Many of them even express their intention to have sex.

There is no man who doesn’t like this.

You tell the men that if you say there is a concert, they may not go, but if you say your aunt is gone, they can drive hundreds of kilometers to get there overnight.

"Will Mr. Wick also give me the 20 million US dollars he promised me?" Lyanna suddenly raised her head and asked.

The two "reporters" from the "Mexico International News Department" looked at each other and nodded at the same time, "Of course! Victor never fails to speak!"

Leanna nodded, took a deep breath, picked up the phone and called past.

After waiting for the connection...

A smile quickly appeared on her face, and she even seemed to be no longer afraid, and she shouted in a tired voice.

“Papá! (Dad)”

……

(End of this chapter)

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