Chapter 141 Only the name Victor is justice!

Gaanclos hunched over and hid on the side of the armored vehicle.

He observed his surroundings calmly.

The situation on the battlefield is not bad. The guards selected all elite soldiers and generals. They set up counterattack positions on the spot and relied on convoys to fight back.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Giancarlos shouted at the top of his lungs, "Alternate cover and convey in turn."

If there are no communication tools on the battlefield, then you can basically rely on shouting. The police officers around you who hear his voice will His words passed on.

Gancarlos suddenly stared, as if he saw something.

Grab the armrest of a Humvee and jump on it. There is a Type 75 105mm recoilless cannon lying on it!

"Turn around! Turn around!" He shouted to a police officer who climbed into the car, signaling the other person to turn around.

He quickly sat on the chair, adjusted the angle, pointed it into the distance, and asked a police officer to reload.

"Arson bomb!"

The shell is pushed and loaded!

Launch!

Collapse…

The Humvee moved a few dozen centimeters back, and the shells flew toward their destination.

He saw a figure just now, apparently hiding behind a tree.

Burn your dog to death!

As the name suggests, the arsonist is a professional arsonist. The grass was ignited instantly, and when the wind blew, it rolled up quickly.

I saw four drug dealers getting up from their hiding place in a panic and ran away, but they were overtaken immediately...

Encircle them in a ring of fire.

You can vaguely see the drug dealer struggling inside in a panic, screaming repeatedly.

If you hide, I will burn you to death!

The fire is actually difficult to control.

Especially in dry, flammable and explosive places.

The whole valley forest was on fire at once, and huge thick smoke filled the air above, getting into the nostrils regardless of friend or foe.

Giancarlos coughed hard, covering his nose, "Get out, get out!"

All the police officers quickly got into the car, and the armored vehicle opened the road in front, ramming away the bombed Humvee. .

At this time, on another mountain top, Carlos, the third of the Beltran Leyva brothers, saw this scene through the telescope, and reluctantly smashed the adobe with his fist.

The person from CISEN (Mexican intelligence agency) next to me glanced at him, with an obvious look in his eyes as if he was looking at an idiot.

Don't you feel pain?

Carlos Beltran Leyva's face twitched, and he stuffed his hands silently into his pockets. He couldn't shout, he wanted to save face.

“We never imagined that Victor would send armored vehicles and guards to protect Kwaukemot, unless he mobilized the army to encircle and suppress him.” said the head of operations of the intelligence department.

TMD is equipped with a 105mm caliber recoil gun, I have never seen it before!

Who is so luxurious? No. 180 is equipped with such equipment.

Do you have a phobia about lack of firepower?

You dare to set off incendiary bombs now, what about next time? High explosive bombs? Cloud bomb?

The Mexican army cannot pay salaries as fast as you can replace weapons and equipment.

"Then send the army!" Carlos Beltran Leyva interrupted, "If that doesn't work, call the air force and blow him up."

Does Mexico have an air force?

It seems that only the old machine is left.

The other party immediately looked at him with a look that looked at SB, why did he have the same name and the same surname, one was a drug dealer, and the other was the president. He finally understood, it was an IQ problem.

“I will ask sir for instructions again.”

If Kwaukmot’s identity becomes a big issue, the old people in the party will definitely come out to stop it. Many people are His father raised him with his own hands.

If you put it on the bright side, everyone would be embarrassed.

Carlos Beltran Leyva was furious, but he is more mobile. What can you do? If you can't beat him, just run away.

Fuck!

Can’t you just be tough and fight to the death?

Are all Victor's soldiers so weak?

Gancarlos pressed the walkie-talkie and left the blocked road section. It finally worked. "We will go directly to Mexico City without rest."

"Understood!"

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The intercom sounded with a response to each team.

Gancarlos exhaled.

So exciting!

The drug dealers and Carlos are both crazy. They will definitely be waiting in front, and they will never give up until Kwaukmot is killed.

Kwaukemot is a well-known "pioneer in the fight against drugs". He has expressed his views on drug dealers on stage more than once. If you go back to the stage, will people be sick to death?

At this time, Kwaukmot, who was sitting in the armored vehicle, heard that there were no gunshots outside and the vehicle was moving. He knew that his "escape" was successful. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back.

But at this moment, a sudden sound sounded.

Quaukmot looked up suddenly, saw the phone on the seat opposite, and smiled to himself. This was too surprising.

He leaned over, took it, picked it up, "Hello!"

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"Director, we got through!"

One the secretary shouted, holding up the phone.

Victor, who was very anxious next to him, hurried over, "Hey, Giancarlos!"

"He's outside, Victor." Victor was startled, "Kuaukmot? What's going on? What happened to you? What's going on? I can't get through the phone."

The other party hurriedly recounted everything that had just happened, and finally said with a bitter smile, "It seems that Carlos doesn't want me to live. Entering the city."

Victor frowned.

Jason Bourne glanced at the boss's expression from the side, as if he wanted to kill someone else's son.

“Actually, I think we can make the battle bigger.” Cua Ukmote from the opposite side thought for a moment, “If there is a TV station broadcasting my return to Mexico City, even Carlos and the others would dare to take action. , I don’t dare to go too far, it’s just assassination at most.”

When Victor heard it, it really made sense.

“I am a classmate of Honoratan Aragon of the Mexican News Group, and I am now confident that he will support me.”

“? Do you know each other?”

Honatán is a reporter for Mexico News Group and the eldest son of the Aragon family.

“We have known each other for more than 30 years. We were in the same dormitory before. He has been helping me privately, but he can’t go against the situation. Carlos is more powerful than me, and there is a large drug cartel behind him. , Honatan has to take care of the family.”

Quaukmot said, “But it’s different now. Carlos is prone to misbehavior. Moreover, Victor has you now, and you are me. With the right to speak, Honatan will see the situation clearly.”

This sounds so disgusting.

"Any words need to be proven by strength. We are at the dining table now, not on the sidelines. If Honatan refuses to cooperate, you can send a threatening letter, Victor, now your name is Bigger than drug dealers in Mexico ”

A military leader must have the style of a military leader.

Victor thought he was right.

Isn’t it just arrogant and domineering? Who wouldn’t?

“I will give a televised speech in San Luis Potosi, accuse Carlos of what he did, and announce the establishment of a new party! It is the greatest insult to me to be complicit in the umbrella of drug traffickers!”
< br>"I hope you can join us then."

Cuauquemot still followed the old path of his previous life. He broke up with Carlos and indeed re-established a party, intending to use politics to bring peace to Mexico.

But he later discovered that everything was new, but collusion with drug dealers and corruption and bribery were old. Instead, they became more rampant. He even saw the drug leader in his office.

The other person sat in his chair and laughed at his "stupidity", thinking that he was just an idiot who didn't know how to adapt.

Kwaukemot felt tired, then resigned directly and disappeared from the political stage.

"As long as you hold high the banner of killing drug dealers, I will always help you, Kwaukemot!" Victor said with a very serious look.

You fight drugs and we are good friends.

You sell drugs...

We can only be enemies, and Victor doesn’t care whether we have friendship with our enemy.

Quauquemot also heard the hint in his tone, was silent for a moment, and then said in a very serious tone, "The son of Cardenas has never been a criminal!"

The son of the Aztec Eagle will also fly.

"The Plateau Prison belongs to me. The prison guards there can be armed. If necessary, I can command them to attack the official residence. My troops will arrive at the city within 24 hours!"

Victor is very satisfied with his Answered, thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.

The secretary next to him turned his head quickly when he heard this, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Boss…don’t care!

Loyalty!

He was trying to fight drugs. This was only possible by cutting off all the rotten branches on the trunk. The Mexican drugs had seeped into his internal organs.

Politics is not about treating guests to dinner, it is fatal, and so is the fight against drugs.

Can’t take a step back!

Everyone in the hall was quiet, and Jason Bourne, the bold head of the Mexican International News Department, was also holding his breath.

The dialogue between two people determines the direction of an era.

Maybe it fails, maybe it succeeds?

“You don’t have to do this, Victor.” Kwaukmot was also frightened by his boldness, and his tone was slightly gentle, “You are a policeman, I am a politician, what we need is to fight against drugs, and It’s not rebellion. Combating drugs is our first goal. The people will stand by our side.”

“We should mobilize all the forces we can!”

“There are still many in Mexico. A knowledgeable person."

Victor thought for a moment, "Then I will send someone over to protect your safety."

This time Quaukmot did not refuse, he agreed.

“Thank you, Victor.”

“No, we should thank you for our common ideals!”

After hanging up the phone, Victor handed the phone back to the secretary and saw When everyone looked at him with a "survival after disaster" look, he smiled and said, "What? Are you afraid that I will be impulsive?"

The secretary shook her head hurriedly.

"If it fails, it's treason. If it succeeds, it's GM!" Jason Bourne suddenly said something next to him.

Victor was startled and looked at him, "I am a policeman. I only pursue justice. Fighting drugs is justice."

"Then if Carlos suddenly announces a ban on drugs, boss, you will also support it. Him?"

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Of course not."

"In Mexico, only the name Victor is justice!"

Okay...

I’ve let you say everything.

Victor doesn’t want to get involved too much in politics, he just wants to fight drugs.

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(End of this chapter)