Chapter 139 Mr. Guzman, your son is gone!
The next day.
Quauquemot plans to leave the city of Mexicali.
He is going to Mexico City to hold high the anti-drug banner!
"Please take care of them both." He was still worried about his wife and son, and held Victor's hand tightly and said.
"Don't worry, I will take good care of them and never let them suffer any injustice."
Kwaukmot looked at his worried wife, walked over and hugged her, and said softly, "Wait a minute. I'll be back."
"God bless you, my dear."
Quaukmot got into a tank equipped with reactive armor, surrounded by four personnel carriers and a dozen people. A Humvee and five personnel carriers, equipped with a 140-man guard, selected from EDM and EDTV.
Why are you hiding when you escort someone back to Mexico City?
If you have this strength, show it.
The anti-aircraft machine gun is pulled out. Anyone who dares to block the road will be killed directly.
On the contrary, he is hiding and has no capital to resist if he is caught.
Of course, instead of hanging Victor’s logo, it was painted with the Mexican military logo.
To return to Mexico City, you have to pass through areas actually controlled by drug cartels such as Sonora, Chihuahua, Durango and other states. If you want to hang a bust of Victor.
NMD, the tires have been removed for you!
When you fly in the air, you are afraid that Carlos will close the airport for you and just find a name to arrest you. Don't think that this guy can't do it.
He even dares to shoot you down with missiles.
The French shot down an Italian airliner in 1980, killing 81 people, is still vivid in my mind. It is said that Cardano was originally going to be sitting on it.
Never overestimate the integrity of politicians.
Watching the motorcade leave, Victor put his hands down, touched McClure's head, and glanced at Quaukmot's wife, "Tatiana, if you need anything, please contact me."
The other party's face was a little pale and her body was weak. She smiled and nodded. After looking at the vehicle in the distance, she withdrew her gaze. A female agent from the Mexican International Information Department pushed her away.
"Director, we have found traces of Guzman's eldest son, Francerino, in Mexico City." Jason Bourne came over and said.
Victor's expression turned cold immediately, "Record it and I will send it to Guzman."
You play the video, and I will play the video too. If you kill my followers, I will kill you. son.
With your damn short look, how many sons can you have?
Anyway, I don’t have a son...
I won’t feel sorry for you if I die.
No!
All the people in Mexico are his children.
He was going to be the "Mexican Godfather."
After the convoy drove out of Mexicali, it passed through a small road and soon entered the territory of Sonora state.
Compared with Baja California...
The DM in the air here obviously exceeded the standard, and Kwaukmot felt very uncomfortable in his stomach.
"Sir, our trip will take about 28 hours. According to the plan, we will arrive in Mexico City at around 8 o'clock tomorrow night."
Giancarlos, nicknamed "The Recruit" in charge of Cuauquemot, was sent for two months of internal training after his promotion.
Victor has a small school inside. He serves as the main speaker, while Casare, Kennedy and others serve as deputy speakers. It is regarded as a training place for police officers.
The reason why he was chosen as the guard captain was because the other party scored full marks in the after-school quiz.
The topic is rather biased...
For example: On what date was Victor’s sculpture on Guadalupe Island built?
Who is Mr. Victor’s idol?
Please write a 500-word description of Mr. Victor’s mental state when he was a prison guard at Plateau Prison.
Hmm...Gian Carlos gets full marks.
How can such a talent not be reused?
Hearing his words, Kwaukmot smiled and nodded. Maybe he caught a cold last night. His throat was a little itchy and he coughed. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard the walkie-talkie on the side. There was the sound of the car ahead.
"Ziziziz~ No. 1! There is a white Buick in front of us blocking us."
Gancarlos quickly raised the observation mirror installed on the side of the armored vehicle and squinted to look out through it.
Sure enough, I saw a white Buick convertible swinging back and forth between the two lanes, deliberately pinned, with a man and three women sitting in the car. The man driving the car wore sunglasses and raised his middle finger arrogantly. .
The three women, with their faces smelling of dust, stood up with a smile and waved the gauze towels in their hands. Why don't you wave the sanitary napkins.
One of the women sitting in the back seat even made an obscene gesture.
"Their necks are marked with the LOGO of the local drug cartel in Sonora." came the report of the police officer in another car on the intercom.
The Mexican International Information Department has already figured out the neighboring state. With money thrown in, there are many outside informants. As long as the drug trafficking group is on their list, including the leader, LOGO, annual business (very important) ), the check is clear.
This information will also be compiled and distributed to each police team, and it will be updated every week to ensure the smooth operation.
Gaanclos seemed to be tired of playing with the Buick. He wanted to run away as soon as he hit the accelerator. You flirted with us and you are planning to leave?
Pick up the walkie-talkie and "Knock them up!"
"Understood!"
Kuaukmot looked out of the small window of the armored vehicle and saw a Humvee passing behind the convoy. A police officer stood up and picked up a Browning M2HB0.50. inch machine gun swept directly over.
The bullet was more erratic and its trajectory was unstable...
The head of the woman sitting in the back seat was blown open, and blood spattered onto the face of the companion next to her.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!!”
The companion screamed in horror and stared with wide eyes.
Now do you know how brave Jacqueline was at that time? You can also turn around to pick up the skull.
When the man driving the car turned around and saw the half head, his hands shook. The steering wheel shook and he rushed to the side. He rolled three times and everyone was thrown out.
The police officer on the Humvee turned his gun and pointed it directly at the car.
Maybe it hit the fuel tank, crashed! It exploded directly!
"I hate Buicks!" the officer who fired the shot laughed loudly.
“Comfortable!”
Giancarlos let out a long breath and smiled when he saw Cuaukmote looking at him with strange eyes, “Our director said, who are the drug dealers? Can they drive in front of us?"
"We will kill them when they drive!"
"We will break their legs when they walk." Looking at Giancarlos, he really wanted to ask, is your boss a gangster?
It seems to be true!
……
Mexico City.LaNo.20Cantina!
This is one of the famous local “tequila” bars!
There are of course some more debauched activities.
You can see a lot of Mexican celebrities hanging out here.
"Mr. Ainsley Guzman will pay for everything tonight!" the DJ shouted loudly with the microphone, and the lights matched the lighting on a man sitting in the booth. He is very stocky and wears a Rolex Bao Dai. This was originally sold to the last emperor of the Nguyen Dynasty of Vietnam in 1954 and was later bought by him for 6 million US dollars.
The man was hugging each other, with an emerald ring on his hand.
Showing off his wealth is what the son of a drug lord has been doing since he was a child.
He is the son of Guzman and a waiter when he was 19. He just came of age when his father made his fortune. He is now 22 years old and is mainly responsible for Sinaloa's business in Mexico.
Ainsley Guzman likes to be noticed. Is there anything happier than throwing away money?
He played until 2 o'clock in the morning, and then he came out of the bar drunk.
He was surrounded by bodyguards and... agents from Mexico's National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen) to protect him.
Once, he wanted to know the power of a grenade and blew up a mansion worth 2.12 million US dollars. At that time, the police just took a look and left.
Sitting in his red Porsche, he drunkenly drove the woman home and had a party!
Driving faster and faster, the bodyguard behind stepped on the accelerator to catch up, looking at the code speed above: 147!
I was afraid that Ainsley Guzman would drive him over.
Buzzing buzzing~
A flashing police bell appeared on the road ahead. A large black van with a police logo was lying sideways, and four or five police officers wearing reflective vests stood waving. baton.
"Honey, someone is checking the car." The woman sitting in the passenger seat raised her head and touched Ainsley Guzman's chest and said.
"Check? Run over! Who will check me!"
He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated!
I didn’t see any tire breakers on the ground...
This thing won’t roll over.
biu... There was a crisp sound, and the tire began to deflate. After driving for dozens of meters, it stopped, just in front of the police car.
"TMD!" Ainsley Guzman looked at the tires and waved his hands angrily, "Idiot, don't you know who I am? Don't you recognize this license plate?"
< br>"Of course I know, Mr. Ainsley..." Ethan Hunt tipped the police hat on his head and said with a smile, "We are here to find you!"
"Represent justice! "
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ainsley was startled.
Is there still justice in Mexico?
At this time, cars driven by bodyguards and agents from behind also came over.
At this time, the bodyguard driving the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen was still complaining, "Driving so fast, we finally caught up. We have to thank these policemen."
"But I want to He will show off his power later and may even kill those who stand in his way." The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat said with a smile, lowering his head to look for a cigarette.
“Be careful!!” the bodyguard sitting behind shouted in a high voice.
The co-pilot looked up and saw a missile? Flying towards me!
Ainsley saw a police officer pull open a black van and pull out a...FIM-92 anti-aircraft missile? !
Aim at the bodyguard's vehicle and pull the trigger decisively.
Can’t surface-to-air missiles be surface-to-ground?
Ainsley's brain was still a little blank due to alcoholism. He turned his head suddenly and saw the stinger hitting the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen in front.
boom!
Ascend to heaven directly on the spot!
A ball of fire came out of the car from the front, rear, left and right.
This sudden scene frightened the remaining bodyguards and agents. They turned the steering wheel suddenly, some braked suddenly, jumped around... and crashed in series.
Ethan Hunter put a black bag around Ainsley's neck, forcefully pulled him out of the car and dragged him towards the van. The latter's face turned red instantly.
"Video! Video! Video! Start now." Ethan Hunter shouted to his colleagues like a pervert.
“Let Guzman see how his son was kidnapped!”
The police officer in charge of the video even took a close-up of Ainsley.
Others were responsible for covering fire, holding machine guns and shooting at the bodyguards, beating them so hard that they did not dare to get out of the car.
"One more sting! Then run away!" Ethan Hunt yelled.
"OK!"
A colleague responded loudly.
The sound was not hidden at all, the Mexican agents over there heard it.
“Be careful, they still have missiles!”
“Dodge! Dodge!”
A group of people ran away in a panic, and some people were lying on the ground, even holding their heads.
But after waiting for a while, nothing happened. When I raised my head, I saw the door of the van closing, and someone gave them the middle finger, mocking, "Idiot, the stinger is free!"
Boss Victor said that missiles are not allowed to be released anywhere.
That's too dangerous.
The bodyguards were so angry that they stood up and cursed.
"Get in the car! Get in the car and chase!"
But the car was smashed into pieces, and I could only watch the van leave.
A gust of wind blew.
It’s over!
Mr. Guzman’s son is gone!
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(End of this chapter)