Chapter 138: Reputation is not as good as word of mouth!
Sinaloa. Leavenworth!
This small town with the reputation of "Dandelion" has about 1,300 people all year round. Because it is far away from the hustle and bustle, life can be considered peaceful.
But a burst of gunfire broke the tranquility!
Then there was an explosion...
A group of armed men are storming the police station.
They drove a pickup truck, with a manual DIY on the front head, and installed a steel plate, and drove it in towards the police station door. After breaking the opening, the gunman who had been ambushing outside came. Crossfit rushed in.
Look at the badge on their chest, it says Cartel de Sinaloa (Sinaloa Cartel), and hanging on their left arm: Los Zetas! !
The equipment of this group of people looks very sophisticated.
All American equipment!
Holding a Colt submachine gun, this gun is 730 mm long and has a caliber of 9 mm. It is commonly used in the US military's anti-drug departments!
There was also someone holding a Mossberg M9200A1 shotgun.
The newly formed gunman group of the Sinaloa Group!
Guzman is really willing to spend money.
"Grenade! Grenade!"
The gunman at the front leaned against the wall and gestured to his companion behind him. The latter took out a grenade from his combat vest, pulled out the fuse smoothly, and threw it into the corridor with his backhand.
beng!
A stream of ashes rushed out, shaking even the mud above the head.
A drug dealer armed with an HK21 machine gun produced by the German company Heckler & Koch stood at the door and fired inside, putting pressure on the police's firepower!
Bullets were loaded continuously from the drum, and the shells fell to the ground with a bang.
The drug dealer's hands were shaking and his facial muscles were twitching.
“Come on!”
The gunmen rushed into the building. After several gunshots were fired, the exchange of fire stopped.
In a few minutes, the drug dealer pulled several men out by their heads and pulled them in front of a Rolls-Royce. The window opened, revealing Guzman's face.
"Mr. Mayor, long time no see."
"Haha!" The mayor spat out a thick mouthful of phlegm and stuck it directly to the car.
When Arturo next to him saw this, he kicked him in the head, pulled his head and pressed it hard against the thick phlegm, rubbing it back and forth.
"Father!" A young man who was being suppressed by a drug dealer shouted loudly, "You bastards! Bastards! Drug-trafficking bastards! Mr. Victor will kill you all!"
< br>"Cut his head off, I don't like him!" Guzman's face was sullen and his face was trembling. He felt sick when he heard the name Victor.
When he heard from an informant that someone in Sinaloa under his rule dared to discuss preparing to surrender to Victor, he was extremely angry and went straight to the door with "Los Zetas".
Mayor?
No matter what your length is!
Whoever is ready to surrender to Victor will be turned into a dead man.
Hearing Guzman's order, Arturo smiled ferociously, took a knife from the drug dealer's hand, and slashed the young man's neck.
"Long live Mr. Victor! Long live Mexico!" the young man roared, and his head fell off and rolled to the feet of the mayor.
Blood spurted out from his neck.
"Ah! Ah!!" the mayor howled miserably, looking at the head that was only a dozen centimeters below his feet and crying heartbreakingly. The drug dealer pinned him to the ground, his eyes were red, and he said into my son's eyes.
He still remembered that his son, who was studying in Mexicali, suddenly came back a month ago. He pulled him excitedly and told him how great Mr. Victor was.
He saved everyone from being threatened by drug dealers.
He gave all the poor people jobs.
Wherever he stands, there is light.
At that time, the son’s eyes were shining, and he said excitedly that he wanted to follow in the footsteps of Mr. Victor.
Fight to pull all Mexicans out of the mire!
beng!
There was an explosion in the sky, and suddenly it started to rain.
"Kill him and hang him from the street lamp in the middle of the town." Guzman said. Just as he was about to close the window, he happened to see a drug dealer filming the video next to him. His expression changed and he said to Arturo, "Put the video on." Played throughout Sinaloa"
"Tell these untouchables who is the emperor of Sinaloa!"
Arturo nodded, he could feel his cousin. If his hatred for Victor wasn't too shocking, he would even kill everyone with that name under the control of the entire Sinaloa drug cartel.
He was scared. The "Battle of Mexicali" was completely Victor's personal performance. These drug dealers were frightened, but they were also very proud. They did not allow themselves to be afraid or timid. Be seen.
Hold on!
I have no choice but to surrender to Victor?
Will you still hang out in the future?
It is said that the death rate of drug traffickers building roads in Baja California is very high, even higher than when drug gangs merge.
Close the window and the white mobile phone next to you rings.
Guzman picked up and it was Carlos' secretary Ajit.
Arturo stood outside and saw his cousin sitting inside talking on the phone, with a sinister expression visible to the naked eye.
The boy next to him brought an umbrella and came over to help him hold it.
“Arturo!”
The car window opened again, Guzman shouted, and the latter hurriedly leaned over.
“You are asking someone to cooperate with Mexico’s National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen) to kill Cuauquemot!”
Such a sentence sounds okay, but the connection is full of the magic of the Latin American political system.
Drug traffickers and state-level intelligence agencies team up to take out a politician.
But Arturo is obviously used to it. Judging from his cousin's expression, he must have received a satisfactory reward.
Isn’t it just killing people?
Drug dealers are professionals!
Guzman left. Arturo looked at the mayor and frowned, "Drag him to death with a car and then hang him up."
The mayor was dragged to death with a rope. Hanging from the street lamp by his neck.
After all the drug dealers were gone, some courageous residents came out. When they saw the mayor’s body, they all lowered their heads and cried.
The old mayor is usually very kind to them. He will help anyone who encounters difficulties. He even washes other people's cars himself to support his family.
He will use money to sponsor orphans and elderly people whose relatives have been killed by drug dealers.
It has always had a good reputation locally.
But word of mouth... is not as good as caliber!
When the drug dealer was there, the people did not dare to resist. Once they left, they ran out to help him collect the body.
The small town lost the person who loved it most.
……
"Isn't it just about managing drug dealers? Isn't it very simple?" Victor stood on a solid rock, pointed at the mine in front, and said to Kwaukmot, "As long as you don't treat them as human beings!"< br>
“Don’t let them have any rest time. Work 24 hours a day for 19 hours. Give them enough food. If they don’t have enough food, they won’t have the energy to work.”
Praise. Ukmot was shocked when he heard the workload, "Isn't this a sudden death?"
"It's just a matter of arresting the dead. Drug dealers are just consumables. What do you do with them as human beings? Who do you think they are?" Telling them to sell drugs? How cool they were before, but now I’m making them miserable!”
“It’s rolling!”
Suddenly there was an exclamation, and Kwaukemot hurried over, and saw a rock collapse, crushing many drug dealers, and many people had no time to run.
The police officer who was watching over went over and saw that several people were pressed on the ground and were already hopeless. One of the drug dealers had a broken foot, which was bent at 90 degrees. When he saw a police officer approaching, His pupils shrank, he struggled vigorously on the ground, and stretched out his hands towards the drug dealers around him, " I can still work, I can still work!"
"Pull me!"
"Mulder Blake!" A friend from the same drug trafficking organization reached out. The two had a good relationship before they were caught.
Go to the red light district together and look for the same girl.
The other party glanced at him, a little hesitant, but when he saw the police approaching, he hurriedly hid aside.
The police officer came over and looked at the injured leg, frowned, "I can't work anymore."
"No, no, no! I can still work, I can still work..."
Before he finished speaking, the policeman took out his gun and shot him dead!
Quaukmote was startled when he heard the gunfire. He opened his mouth half-open and looked at Victor, who was smoking a cigarette.
"If he's injured, he can't work. He has to see a doctor. It's a waste of money. He'll be beaten to death."
"They... don't have any objections?" Quaukmot came here after holding back his voice for a long time. sentence.
"Of course, just kill a few of them."
Victor grinned, "My favorite thing is to stab the head."
Kwaukemo He nodded and saw the police officers dragging the body away. There were still a bunch of blood stains on the ground.
With this kind of treatment of drug dealers, no wonder no one in Mexicali dares to sell drugs.
Victor lowered his head and looked at the road, stepped down from the stone, "I plan to recover the entire Baja California after a while!"
Yes, he used the method of reconquer. the word.
In Victor's view, drug dealers are the enemy and this is a war.
“I need a lot of drug dealers, and I plan to build a highway from Baja California to Oaxaca, the southernmost state of Mexico, to open up the transportation dilemma between the north and the south.”
"By then, the throughput of Baja California ports will definitely increase several times, and it will be easier for goods from Panama, Guatemala and other places to enter Mexico."
"At least hundreds of thousands of jobs can be created. This will It can also make ordinary people rich. "In addition to highways, we also need our own railways and our own industries. Mexicans have been sinking for too long."
Cuauk. Mort was shocked when he heard Victor's grand plan.
There are serious conflicts in Mexico. The economic situation of each state is different. The highway across the country is simply a "dream."
"This is going to take a long time," Quaukmot murmured.
"Of course, I have a long time, I am still young, even if I die, there are Santos and others, generation after generation, they can always realize our dreams."
"I'm afraid some People will not allow Mexico to rise."
Victor smiled, "If you give up your efforts because the other party does not allow it, isn't that a kind of cowardice in itself?"
If the Americans are strong? , then give up development, then what else are you playing with? Just lie down. How many heroes in the world came from the bottom?
They looked at the person on the throne. Did they think about giving up at that time?
Those who give up are not called heroes!
When you slowly climb up and grind your teeth, sooner or later you will stand in front of the throne and beat the opponent's disdainful look away!
Be persistent and be a hero!
Do you think macho is just a title?
If you don't accept it, do it, and you will die.
Victor looked at Kwaukemot with burning eyes, "Of course, kill the drug dealers who disrupt the peace first!"
The anti-drug war is a war in itself.
Kwaukmot nodded vigorously.
He seemed to see his father's figure in Victor. The thin shoulders stood in front of the army. He liberated Mexico. He shouted to his people, "Mexicans are no longer slaves!"
He is known as: "The Eagle of the Aztecs!"
Will Victor be next?
"Director, there is news from Sinaloa..."
Just when the two men were "affectionate", a man walked out from behind. He was the reporter of the Mexican International News Department. —Jason Bourne!
A man who didn’t look handsome or attractive, but his eyes were as plain as a pool of water.
Ethan Hunt is the director, he is the talker, there is no conflict.
He is more like a shadow standing next to Victor, protecting him.
"I think I should be busy with some work matters." Victor looked at Quaukmot and said with a smile.
…
Sinaloa, capital Culiacan!
A group of drug dealers rushed into a large local supermarket. The security guard rushed to run away, but was beaten to death by the drug dealers from behind!
People who heard the gunshots ran away in fear.
But the drug dealer closed the rolling door and pointed weapons at them!
The drug dealer leader broke into the manager's office, frightening the other person to raise his hands and shout, "Don't shoot, our protection fee for this month has been paid."
"Don't worry, sir. , we just let you show a video and will not harm any customers, but...if you don’t cooperate, I will put a grenade in your mouth!”
The manager had no choice but to do what he said.
Arturo's face suddenly appeared on the large screen hanging in the supermarket.
"Gentlemen and ladies, I'm very sorry to interrupt your time. I just want you to watch a video."
All the customers raised their heads and saw on the screen, A group of armed men broke into the police station and pulled out a few men. Listening to their conversation, it seemed that there was still a mayor inside.
“Cut off his head, I don’t like him!” A male voice said coldly outside the camera, and then Arturo was seen raising a knife and cutting off a man’s head.< br>
"Ah!"
Many female customers exclaimed, hurriedly lowering their heads and not daring to look further, and hurriedly leaned into their husbands' arms.
As the video continues, the mayor is dragged to death by a pickup truck and then hung from a street lamp, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining on him.
The corpse swayed slowly.
The camera also stopped abruptly at this time.
"This is the mayor of Leavenworth. He intends to betray Mr. Guzman. This is a sign of stupidity. Mr. Guzman reminds everyone that Mexico belongs to Sinaloa! It belongs to Guzman!"
After the drug leader saw the video playing, he slapped the manager in the face with his gun and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation!"
When he left, he did not forget to take a pack of cigarettes with him.
The manager sat slumped, covered in sweat, and wiped his forehead.
Shopping malls are not the only one. Drug traffickers rushed into TV stations, government agencies and even schools, and played this short video on a loop in states controlled by the Sinaloa Cartel.
Everyone was frightened by Guzman's methods.
A Canadian reporter even said in a program that night that this was an inhumane act and called Guzman a devil.
Then...
He was shot to death 17 times on his way home.
That was in Canada.
This shows the arrogance of the Sinaloa drug cartel.
Mexicali.Security Department.
Victor, Casare, Alejandro and others all watched this short film and felt deafening when they saw the young man's shouts before his death!
They looked at the boss.
Victor’s expression was very solemn, “Our comrade-in-arms has died.”
"But his death cannot be in vain!"
"Randomly pick a son of Guzman and kill him!!"
Jason Bourne wrote it down on the side, and death has begun. Mark it to see which son is unlucky.
“Gentlemen, we have to speed up, Mexico is wailing everywhere, we have to save them, I propose that from today on, Mexicali, the city of Ensenada, Guarda Male citizens of Lupe Island undergo military training 6 days a month, and no organization is allowed to hinder it. "
"And everyone is given a salary subsidy of $6 a day. "
All the people are soldiers! ?
This proposal scared Alejandro to the point of stuttering, "This..."
"Don't worry, I gave this plan a name: Strengthening Exercise to encourage young people to keep fit. Is it wrong to have a body?”
Anything with a “high” title is legal.
At worst, it can be called military training.
If the bosses in Mexico City don’t agree, what can they do?
Seeing Victor say this, Alejandro also understood that it was useless for him to advocate anything, so he kept his mouth shut obediently.
“Our propaganda department is going to build momentum for Mr. Cuauquemot. When he returns to Mexico City, he will impeach Carlos. By then I will see slogans for Carlos’ resignation everywhere!”
"Including the entrance to the Presidential Palace."
"This requires a lot of funds." Casare said frankly.
"Don't feel bad, we will get more in the future."
"Behind Carlos is the Aragon family. They control the television stations and newspapers throughout Mexico. It will be very difficult to bypass them." Alex Handro said softly.
If you want to kill your opponent, you must understand who is standing behind him?
Listening to the surname Aragon, you can understand their past glory, or their connection with Spain. Rumor has it that the royal family controls the property of Mexico through this family.
It's like the British gave up many colonies, but will support puppets locally to be their own bosses.
Mexico was once a Spanish colony.
Victor narrowed his eyes, "They are not idiots. Seeing that Carlos is about to collapse, they may have been eagerly looking for new partners now. Maybe, it won't be long before we can become a team in the trenches. Comrade-in-arms. "
Isn't that what the family is like, I will follow whoever has the biggest fist.
Their ability to remain standing depends entirely on their sharp eyesight.
"Mr. Kwaukemot is our most important flag!"
At this time, in a heavily guarded mansion.
This is where Victor gave the Kwaukemot family a place to stay.
"Do you want to hear a bedtime story?" He looked at his son McClure on the bed, touched his forehead and said with a smile.
“I want to hear “Victor the Hero”!”
Kuaukmot was startled and looked at his wife holding a book next to him, “Is this a new story?”< br>
"This is what Santos told me." McClure jumped out of bed in his pajamas, his eyes shining. "Santos said that Mr. Victor was the hero who saved Mexico. He defeated the drug traffickers entrenched in Guadalupe Island!"
“He threw the drug dealers into the sea and fed them to the sharks.”
“He hung them on the bridge. He pointed at the drug dealers and said to the people, what will happen to the drug dealers!”
"They're singing his song!"
McClure waved his hands and shouted, "Hi! Mr. Victor!"
Kwaukemot's scalp was numb. He looked at his wife, hugged McClure, and asked with a serious expression, "Do you really think he did the right thing?"
He felt a strong sense of personal worship. .
This may be attributed to "charm", but it is also beyond "charm"!
“I also asked Santos.”
“How did he answer?”
"He said that we don't have to be bullied by drug dealers, we have our own house, we can be active at night, we can enjoy our own happiness, Mr. Victor is right!" McClure imitated Santos' words.
"Father, isn't that what you hope for?" McClure looked at him curiously and asked.
Kwaukmot raised his head and sighed.
Mexico…
Here comes the real hunk!
PS: Today’s chapter is a big chapter. Let’s look at the title and it will be divided into four chapters. The main chapters will be consistent with the plot. Don’t be timid. Occasionally it will be 5,000 words at a time.
Today is also 10,000 words!
(End of this chapter)