Chapter 137 Victor made everyone smile.
Secretary Ajit trembled.
Kill Kwaukmot?
What kind of assassination is going on?
Human beings are animals. When something unreasonable comes to mind, the first thing that comes to mind is to resort to violence.
Carlos came to power through fraud, mobilizing drug traffickers to coerce voters to switch to him. If that didn't work, he would escalate his behavior and kill his opponents!
During his time in politics, Quintero eliminated more than 70 opponents for him, otherwise why would the media ridicule him as "the luckiest president in Mexican history".
When he was running for Congress, his opponent fell into the bathtub and drowned at home. Well... the opponent was a big man of 189, and then drowned at home.
There was also a politician who said on TV that he was related to drug dealers. When he went home at night, he was hit by a large truck and killed... a family of four.
There are countless such deeds.
Once the opponent is eliminated, no one will compete with him.
The executed Raul Salinas was also involved in many murder cases.
Secretary Ajit swallowed, "Sir, who should I let go? I'm afraid it's not easy to do it in Mexicali."
Carlos raised his eyebrows and tried to calm down. Come down, "He must be seeking help from Victor. He will definitely Go back to Mexico City, let him die on the road, you contact Guzman and Valdis (Valdis)!”
Valdis is the commander of Mexico’s National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen), as well! Carlos's brother-in-law, the kissable kind.
"I don't want him to come back alive."
"Understood, sir." Secretary Ajit lowered his head and responded. After waiting for a moment, seeing that the other party did not give any instructions, he slowly walked out and smoothly Close the door.
He was in no hurry to carry out Carlos' orders.
Instead, I stood in the corridor and caught the wind.
Mr. Carlos... seems to be dying.
As a secretary, Ajit could feel that the storm was coming. If Kwaukmot came back alive, with Victor on the outside and the support of the party bosses on the inside, he would definitely be able to take the position.
As a confidant, will I be liquidated?
Ajit panicked, and a sudden thought came to him, "How about betraying Carlos?"
He didn't even call him sir.
But he soon shook his head. His butt was not clean, and his interests were already bound to Carlos.
Or...
run away?
…
Mexican International Press Department, interrogation room.
Quintero... Two ears are gone, his nose is gone, and the flesh on his face has been surgically separated layer by layer, and then some honey is put inside.
B2 was like a pervert in a movie, smiling, "Don't be nervous, it only tastes good when you apply it evenly."
He dipped his fingers in honey and spread it evenly on the other person's face.
Quintero had no strength to struggle anymore. He could only stare with his eyes fixedly and made a weak sound in his throat.
They did not damage the eyes and throat. The DEA will use them when the time comes.
You have to leave some space for others to cut, right?
B2 saw the other person's face covered with honey, nodded with satisfaction, and licked his fingers, which were sweet.
Quintero looked at him in horror, are all Victor's men such perverts?
B2 took out 4 tubes from the side and could see densely packed ants inside. "This is the black pear bulldog ant. It has a ferocious temperament, sharp serrated jaws and a hard sting. It has venom." It’s highly toxic and likes sweets.”
As he spoke, he opened the lid and poured it directly on Quintero’s face.
The opponent's eyes glanced down hard, watching the ants wandering on his face, and then biting the rotten meat fiercely!
"Ah!!!!"
The scream was heartbreaking.
"B2, give me an adrenaline shot." A colleague's words rang out from the loudspeaker in the room.
"It's okay. Mr. Quintero's voice is still loud and he seems to be in good spirits. Let him see his torture with his own eyes."
Camarena's picture on the wall Photos look at this scene.
He seemed to be laughing. "I said, I told it all! I said it all, I have the specific amount and time of the bribe I paid Carlos on my computer in the Sinaloa mansion."
B2 He laughed out loud, "Are you kidding? Let's run to Sinaloa? You think we are fools, please find some evidence!"
Sinaloa is Guzman's home base, the other party must be sure It is heavily guarded, and the Mexican International Information Department is an agent, not a superman.
It must not be beaten into a sieve.
"I got an address tattooed on a prostitute in Mexico City. It's the address of my mansion in Tijuana. It contains what you want, the U.S. dollars that Carlos left for me."
B2 Brow One question asked, "Why did you tattoo your address on a prostitute?"
Quintero lowered his head, and B2 went up and slapped him, thinking he was asleep, and all the ants on his face were slapped away. Several.
"I...I have so many houses that I can't remember them all," Quintero said.
B2 raised his head…
The colleagues in the command room were also speechless.
Fuck!
Listen, is this human speech?
Increase salary and ask the boss to increase salary.
Drug dealers are really rich, no wonder so many people do this.
When the Chinese-American drug lord Ye Zhenli was arrested, the Mexican government investigated his assets. He owned about 177 luxury homes and more than 300 luxury cars. This is just in Mexico. There are about 500 residences in the world.
Hmm...
He mainly imports ephedrine, which costs 1,000 US dollars per kilogram. After getting off the ship at the Mexican port, Sinaloa buys it directly for 30,000 US dollars per kilogram.
Is it really possible to live in all those luxury houses?
However, now Victor has many mansions, all of which are trophies. He plans to use these houses as rewards to his subordinates who have performed well.
"What's the prostitute's name? What does she look like? What are her characteristics? How much is her price?" B2 asked carefully, and then compiled what Quintero said.
Someone from the action department will verify it at that time.
If it’s a lie.
Quintero would have to remove at least two of his legs.
……
After Victor and Quaukmot finished their discussion, they were treated to a dinner and a specially prepared cake.
"My colleagues told me that today is your son's birthday."
Kwaukmot looked at the cake in front of him, "You don't have to be so polite."
"How polite is this? We are partners on the same front and comrades-in-arms. Your son is my child. Come on, make a wish first!" Victor stood up and said.
The latter glanced at his father, and Quaukmot saw desire in his eyes.
Cake...
He hasn't tasted it for a long time. The cake for his mother's birthday before was actually an ordinary egg cake.
Kuaukmot smiled and touched his head, "Thank you, Uncle Victor."
"Thank you, uncle!" McClure raised his head and said with a smile.
"Make a wish! Make a wish!" Santos, an atmosphere group member, said from the side.
McClure closed his eyes and clasped his hands, "I hope my family will always be happy, that Mr. Victor will always be safe, and that Santos and Stephanie will always be happy!"
A child's heart is simple.
He doesn’t distinguish whether others are doing good to him for some benefit. He only knows that he is happy.
Perhaps, this is the innocence that needs to be protected.
“You have to be happy too, McClure!” Santos hugged his new partner and said firmly, “Don’t worry, under the leadership of Mr. Victor, everyone in Mexico will be happy. .”
"You have to believe us, the path will never be wrong."
Kuaukmot looked at Santos in surprise, and then he looked at Victor. Is this what a child can say?
Victor, are you already raising the next generation?
He plans to prepare for a long struggle!
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(End of this chapter)