Chapter 136 Victor is my father!
Is this called a simple request?
Kwaukmot’s face froze.
A comprehensive war against drug traffickers means that Mexico will overthrow all the current order. After all, the evil order is also order, and it is better than Haiti.
To a certain extent, the interests of the comprador and bureaucratic classes will not change, and the drug dealers have no intention of rebelling. They just lie on the bodies of ordinary people and suck blood.
"They control 90% of the country's wealth." Kwaukmot said in a low voice.
Victor knew who "they" he was talking about.
When Calderon announced the drug war in 2006, he launched the navy, army and air force, 19 aircraft, 38 helicopters, 1 maritime patrol fleet, 246 vehicles, 29 drug-detecting dogs and more than 5,000 soldiers launched an encirclement and suppression campaign against drug trafficking syndicates in Michoacán.
Do you know how many were killed in the end?
A total of 5,023 plantations were destroyed, 127 guns were confiscated, and 120 drug dealers were arrested.
What is this achievement called?
This is called an outing!
Although there are many plantations, they are not valuable at all. Drug trafficking groups after the millennium no longer make money by cultivating DM. They are already selling new drugs such as KKY, with high profits and low costs.
In other words, these people are just the "face" thrown to Calderon by others.
I don’t know if Calderon was angry to death, but when he announced the failure of the anti-drug war, he said a meaningful sentence, "Drug dealers are well nourished in this soil."
"Are you scared?" Victor asked suddenly.
"Of course not!" Quaukmot replied quickly.
"Then you are still worried and lack confidence?"
The other party stopped talking now.
“They control 90% of Mexico’s wealth, and I control a police force of nearly 4,000 people, and a National Guard of 15,000 people will be established in Baja California. I also have 6 armed helicopters, a There are 17 maritime patrol boats, 17 armored vehicles, 117 artillery guns, and countless guns of all kinds! ”
"I just want to ask!"
"How many dollars can stop my 150mm artillery!" Victor's eyes were aggressive.
Warlord!
NTM This is a warlord!
But when the gun is held to the head, there will always be applause: "Wow, that feels so awesome."
Quaukmot also had a look of shock on his face.
A 4,000-person police force?
With the weapons and equipment he saw on the road, it is no exaggeration to say that no Mexican army can fight him head-on.
Didn’t Kwaukemot know how bad the army was?
I work in the army during the day and work as a drug dealer at night.
The main thing is a part-time job.
“Sir, I don’t understand politics, but I always believe that fists = rights. If it’s mine, I should fight for it. Don’t worry, if anyone dares to grab our food at the table, he will give it to him. His mouth was smashed.”
“Your name should be hung high in the history of Mexico. Your bronze statue should always stand in front of the Mexican official residence. Your name is Mexico. !" Victor's tone was full of "bewitchment".
Alejandro sitting next to him:? ? ? ?
That’s what you told me back then! What a scumbag, he said one sentence to two people.
Quaukmot's heart was beating loudly.
What do people live for?
It’s nothing more than fame and fortune!
Although he wanted to agree directly, Kwaukemot had struggled for decades and he understood one sentence, "There is no love without reason and there is no hatred without reason."
“What else do you want?”
Victor almost said: "I want to control the world's soldiers and horses."
Of course this is absolutely impossible. What country can allow a person who is only a few months away from turning 30 to serve as a military and police spokesperson?
You think Africa!
Unless there is a military coup, but look at Victor, it says on his forehead: Loyal to the Country and Love the People, and on his chin: Healer and Heroic. Will such a person rebel?
I am an anti-drug hero, an anti-drug pioneer, His Majesty Victor (delete!)
In fact, the most important thing is that he wants a reputation. If you advocate anti-drugs now, the Americans will not do anything to you. Americans in the 1990s are still very proud in their bones, and they have not become as concerned about drugs as they have been since the millennium. Almost indulgent.
When you ban drugs, sometimes they are eager to agree.
The political system in the United States is like this. People from both parties, I definitely disagree with what you agree with, and I definitely agree with what you disagree with.
If there is a military coup...
If you call Mexico dead today, Victor will stand up, and tomorrow you will be eliminated at a designated location.
Latin America is the back garden of Eagle Sauce. Do you think anyone can stand up?
Victor smiled, "I am doing it for the Mexican people. Of course, I found that Mr. Alejandro is unswervingly on our side on the common road with us. We should give him With more responsibility and power, he is very suitable to be the governor of Baja California. “See, this is the art of speaking!
When Alejandro heard this, he straightened his back and looked at Cuauquemot nervously. The other party turned his head and looked at him, up and down. He glanced at it and nodded with a smile, "I can feel Mr. Alejandro's righteousness."
"I will promote the progress of this matter."
Alejandro Yisong.
He swore!
The most correct thing in this life is to hug Victor’s thigh!
I was promoted from the director of the Prison Bureau to the governor in less than a year. There are only 32 states in Mexico, which means that I have almost become a fiefdom.
Long live Uncle Victor! !
The conversation between the two parties was very pleasant, and at least they reached a consensus on basic understanding.
At the end of the conversation, Cuauquemot made a personal request. He wanted his wife and son to be in Baja California.
“I don’t want them to follow me into danger again.”
Victor nodded, “Of course it’s no problem, I will arrange for him to go to school on Guadalupe Island and arrange for your wife to When you work in the city hall, you can rest assured that you can leave your guards to us.”
Kwaukmot said sincerely: “Thank you!”
Regarding the Guards, it's not that Victor wants to put people around him. The main thing is that besides himself, does anyone else believe in him?
During the Calderon period, 15 people in the Presidential Guard had connections with drug dealers, and some even poisoned them.
The struggle is sometimes unscrupulous!
……
Mexico City. Presidential residence.
Carlos hasn't eaten in almost two days.
Quintero is missing!
He knows a lot of his secrets.
It can even be said to be a scandal.
Deng Deng Deng.
The sound of footsteps came, and secretary Ajit trotted in. He had been very busy recently, with a hurried look on his face. He looked at Carlos's back and took a deep breath, "Mr."
"Said."
"According to the investigation of Mexico's National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen), he should have been kidnapped by "professional" people. After obtaining his contact information, they found that he Before his disappearance, he contacted a female reporter named Leanna LS Ro Carters. "
Cisen also investigated the female reporter, and she was arrested by Victor during the interview in Baja California!
Carlos turned his head sharply, "Victor?"
Ajith nodded.
There is still too little swearing in Spanish. Carlos’s old face turned red, and in the end he just said two words, "Bastard!"
Agit raised his eyes and looked at him , and another piece of news, "Cisen investigated and found out that Cuauquemot took a leave of absence because of something going on at home, but... we found that he took his whole family to Baja California."
"Quaucumote Special?!”
If Victor is the “beating grasshopper” in Carlos’s eyes, then Quaukemot is the thorn in his side.
Among Mexican factions, Cuauquemot has been a challenger for his position.
But Carlos wanted to be re-elected, so he kept guarding against him.
He even acquiesced to some of the "methods" used by drug dealers. Even his wife's leg was hit by a car because of him!
The purpose is to damage his reputation.
Many outsiders changed their stance when they saw that they had no future with him.
But seeing that the person he pinned to the ground actually tried to get up, and was followed by another "bastard planning to form a partnership?"
This is not bad.
Carlos’s bald head was shining fiercely.
"Kill him! Find someone to kill him!"
His voice in the office was hysterical.
I can’t fuck Victor...
Can’t I fucking fuck you?
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(End of this chapter)