Chapter 145 Codename: Heroic Action!
Sinaloa, a cemetery.
It's very quiet.
Even the birds in the trees became quiet, perhaps feeling sad.
Wearing a black suit and sunglasses, Guzman quietly watched the coffin being lowered into the pit by several men.
Beside him stood several mistresses and their children.
Guzman has about 50 children in his life, and it’s not like he can’t afford them.
The death of Ainsley, whom he regarded as his successor, was also a major blow to him. The hair on his temples had turned a little white.
This is what Victor wants!
If you, the drug dealer, feel uncomfortable if you don’t kill him, then won’t my “fighting drug with poison” anti-drug law be ineffective?
"Boss, my condolences."
Arturo Beltran Leyva also sighed. They grew up watching Ainsley, but this is the business of drug trafficking. It happens anytime and anywhere. Maybe fart.
But mainly Victor’s methods are too “cruel”!
Even the undertaker could not help but vomit.
They even found a bomb in Ainsley's belly!
Apparently, the police planned to blow up a group of them, but some structure may have been damaged during the transportation, so they failed.
Otherwise...
"Boss! Boss!"
Suddenly, I saw Hector running over, with a little nervousness on his face, I even fell down while running on the road.
"You're in a panic! What's going on!?" Arturo scolded his brother.
Hector swallowed, "Cuaucomote announced the establishment of a new political party in San Luis Potosi to impeach Carlos. He declared that if he takes office, he will leave no room to crack down on the drug trafficking industry."
"Victor announced his support for him and launched a siege on other cities in Baja California. Fighting started, and fighting started again!"
Drug dealers should be the most concerned about politics.
Because whoever comes to power determines their space for activities and the soil for their future survival, when he heard the name Kwaukmot, he instinctively frowned.
"TMD, didn't you kill him?" Guzman looked at Arturo.
The latter looked embarrassed, "No, there are too many escorts around him. Our people and the Mexican intelligence agencies did not leave them."
"Then why don't you report to me!" Guzman Stare.
Arturo looked at him, your son just died, I can't tell you "bad news". Guzman also understood the meaning in his cousin's eyes and was silent for a moment.
"Should we send someone to Tijuana for support?" Hector whispered, "We have called many times there."
Guzman frowned and shook his head. He shook his head and said, "Let them recruit people in the city. We won't send anyone to support them. We don't want that place in Baja California anymore!"
Arturo also felt that was the best way.
Following Victor, who has such fierce firepower, to have a head-on conflict is... completely seeking death.
I can only pray that my colleagues who are still active in Baja California wish themselves well.
Guzman looked back at the tombstone. On it was a photo of Ainsley and a sentence: "Guzman's favorite son!"
"Ainsley , Don’t worry, I will send Victor down to accompany you!”
...
Who is the most panicked now?
The remnants of drug trafficking in Baja California.
Tijuana!
As the former home of the drug cartel, even after the death of the Benjamin brothers, there will be no peace here.
The Gulf Group, Juarez Group, Sinaloa Group...
They built this place as a front line, or buffer zone, against "Tyrant Victor".
Coupled with other organizations that were fragmented from the Tijuana drug cartel, this important town in northwestern Mexico quickly surpassed other cities with 120 murders per day, occupying the top spot in the crime rate.
Because it is 19 kilometers north of San Diego, USA, you can see refugees everywhere on the streets, waiting to enter the United States.
They are also a destabilizing factor in society.
On a street named: "Diosdelaguerra", this is a gathering place for people, full of idle black people.
They fight, and the woman becomes a street girl, anesthetizing herself with cigarettes and drugs.
Some refugees with artistic talents sat on chairs and played the harmonica quietly.
“Mom, I’m hungry.” Sitting on a bench, a black girl felt weak and looked up at her mother, her stomach growling.
Her mother held her hand tightly and looked nervously at the Mexican who was bargaining with her husband in front of her.
"NONONO, 20 US dollars, this is already the highest. You see she is so thin, no one wants her at all. I have to raise her for a while."
The Mexican wore a cowboy hat and chewed gum. , glanced at the girl on the chair, and said to the man impatiently.
"Higher, higher~" the man begged.
The Mexican frowned and was about to continue grinding when he saw a pickup truck rushing into "Diosdelaguerra" Street. A man with tattoos on his body stood on the roof of the car from the back pocket. .
“The Sinaloa Group is recruiting temporary workers, with an hourly salary of 25 US dollars! Sign up!!!”
The refugees were stunned for a moment, but immediately became an uproar.
$25 an hour, NMMD, even if we go to war!
Many people crowded towards the front.
Even the man selling his daughter's eyes lit up and he was about to run over, but was stopped by the Mexican buyer, "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Twenty-five dollars an hour! Didn't you hear, let me go!"
"Idiot, is it so easy to get money from drug dealers?"
The man hesitated, but heard the drug dealer standing above shouting loudly, "Come on! The number of places is limited."
I forgot about it in an instant. I broke free from the Mexican buyer's hand and crowded forward. The latter looked at his behavior and shook his head. He raised his head and looked at the drug dealer. His sixth sense gave him a premonition that something was going to happen. He wiped the soles of his feet. The oil ran out of the crowd. The man squeezed in and signed up because of his excellent health, and ran to his wife and daughter with a smile on his face, "I found a job."
The woman was equally happy, but she He hesitated and asked, "Baruch, what are you doing with such a high salary? Isn't it going to let you sell drugs?"
The man named Baruch was startled. He looked at so many people around him and said, "If you can make money from selling drugs, then sell drugs."
The wife sighed.
The child raised his head, "Mom, what is drug trafficking?"
This made them hesitant and didn't know how to answer.
Just a few minutes after the Sinaloa Group recruited people.
Pickup trucks from Juarez and Gulf Group also rushed in, and they even used loudspeakers.
"Juarez is hiring, and the hourly wage is $50!"
"Gulf Group is hiring, and the hourly wage is $55!"
This has led to many people signing up for tin The refugees in Naroa regretted it all, but not all the refugees were trash, and some felt something was wrong.
Why are the drug dealers more nervous than the other?
"Sir, sir, what do you need us to do!"
The drug dealer standing in the pickup truck looked down at the refugees below with crazy eyes, "It's okay, help us move our things."
< br>You can get so much money just by moving things?
The refugees looked at each other. If Mexico can make money, then the United States next door will definitely make more money!
The drug dealer looked at the expressions on their faces and looked crazy.
Victor is calling!
Cannon fodder is waiting to go to the battlefield!
…
“Go directly from the Mexicali Plaza to the battlefield!”
The troops are divided into three groups to encircle and suppress drug dealers in nearby cities!
Codename: Heroic Action! !
Victor can now be said to have a strong army. He is one of the 700 elite members of EDM (Mexican Lions). The lowest police rank for all members is police sergeant, and they enjoy the best welfare benefits.
The second is the Terrorist Mobile Team (EDTV), which has recruited another 600 recruits to form a force of 1,400 people. It is definitely the mainstay!
The rest are EDN (Mexico Emergency Response Team) who have been trained for only three months. There are 900 people in total, but this team is all good family members of Guadalupe Island, and they are definitely Victor's confidants. The confidant!
In addition, they have learned more than a dozen techniques and tactics in the past three months, including artillery tactics, individual tactics, radio codes, etc. Anyway, they are all crammed into their heads, and of course they cannot master it in a short time.
But this time they were roped in to encircle and suppress drug dealers, and let them experience the atmosphere of war, mainly by attacking.
The local security will be handed over to the newly established "National Guard"!
There is also an armed formation of 30 helicopters!
Anyway, if you have points in your hand, just smash them as hard as you can. This air power exceeds at least 40% of the countries of Blue Star. Originally, Victor planned to exchange it for military aircraft, but this thing...
So irritating to the Mexican authorities.
After all, they still use old antiques.
It’s better to wait until Kwaukemot comes to power. He has already thought about the name.
"Mexican Air Police Force!"
I, Victor, being the commander is not too much, right?
……
Baruch was carrying the sandbag with tired eyes.
He was strong and strong, and was sent to build sandbags at the gate of Tijuana. He still couldn't figure out what the use of this thing was.
Look at those drug dealers... they also set up... machine guns next to them!
That was a machine gun. He had seen it on the warlord's troops in his hometown in Africa, and he panicked. Is this going to be a war?
He ran away precisely because he didn’t want to fight. Why, is there still a war here?
"What are you doing standing still! Go and move it quickly!"
A drug dealer saw Baruch in a daze, picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at him, hitting him in the head. Baruch replied in pain. Overwhelmed, he nodded hurriedly.
These drug dealers have no humanity, there is no way they can be given a break.
Buzzing...
At this moment, Baruch heard a sound coming from the air and raised his head in confusion.
He saw 1.2.3...7 helicopters appearing not far away, and he even counted them!
Baruch's eyes suddenly widened.
"Helicopter! Helicopter!" the drug dealer who stoned him shouted sharply, and there was a panic at the door.
And Baruch didn’t know whether he was frightened or stunned, but looked straight at it.
He saw that the helicopters were not approaching. What else was hanging underneath?
That seems to be... a tank? ! !
That should be it, right?
1 km away from Tijuana.
Zolf Sherman, the commander of the Terrorist Mobile Team, frowned. The propeller of the helicopter gave him a headache, but he still looked happy when he saw the thing being transported.
"Weasel" 1 airborne armored vehicle!
Porsche's flagship product.
A 20mm cannon, surface-to-air missiles and anti-aircraft missiles are installed on it. Of course, these are all optional.
However, if these 7 armored vehicles cooperate properly, they are enough to run rampant in the city.
The protection is just a little fragile.
But there is no way. Are there any armored vehicles or tanks with high firepower, high rate of fire, good mobility, and strong defense?
You can't have your cake and eat it too!
“Hurry up and take it off!”
The police officer climbed up and unhooked the rope.
“In 45 minutes, siege Tijuana!!”
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(End of this chapter)