Chapter 151 What! Armando was caught!
Chaebol pressure?
Aguilar hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "My personal doctor told me that judging from Victor's external performance, this man... definitely has mental problems. He has many problems. I don’t think a person with a serious tendency to violence would bow his head to the so-called reality.”
The leader of a Mexican drug cartel who is known for his “violence” can be called a “violent tendency”. It seems that he is. I'm scared.
“Compared with warlords, the U.S. dollar can’t even stop a 7.62 bullet. I admit that the method you mentioned has a certain possibility, but... we can’t all rely on the chaebol’s influence on Kwaukmot. The government’s pressure will really overturn the table when it comes to those who don’t follow the rules.”
Guzman frowned and looked at Aguilar, "Then what do you think we should do?"
"In addition to relying on external pressure as you said, I think we should unite."
"How to unite? Isn't there enough unity now? Those who were beaten are all passively united." Abrego said in a muffled voice.
The Gulf Group has been having a hard time recently, not only in China, but in tears. Its market share in the United States has been swallowed up by drug trafficking groups from Italy, the Golden Triangle, and even Africa, and many conflicts have broken out.
TMD!
Everyone seems to think that Mexican drug trafficking organizations are easy to bully, and they all come to take a bite.
Aguilar was fiddling with a string of emerald necklaces in his left hand. He is well known in the industry to like luxury goods. He crossed his legs and said, "Maybe we should reorganize a new Guadalajara Group."
After saying this, there was a sudden silence in the air.
The bold Guzman was also confused by this idea, frowning, are you kidding me?
After all, Gallardo died and went to jail. It’s our turn to be the masters of our own country. Are you telling me that you want to merge now?
Isn't this going back to the old path?
He didn't speak, and glanced at Abrego, whose features were almost tangled together. He picked up the coffee on the table and drank it in one gulp, which made Guzman's face twitch.
After drinking the coffee, Abrego took a deep breath, "Then who is the boss? We can't get Gallardo out of prison, right?"
This topic...
Everyone wants to be a boss.
Everyone in the criminal group has ambitions, and it is impossible for them to stay under others for a long time. The Guadalajara group said it offended the United States, but Gallardo was only arrested in 1989!
Academician of the Mexican Academy of Agricultural Sciences (Quintero) was sent to prison as a scapegoat.
In other words, from 1985 to 1989, the Camarena incident could only be a traumatic event for Gallardo, but it would not sink to this.
The biggest factor is that other internal cartels are no longer satisfied with being just a member of the "square system".
I want to be the boss! !
Gallardo was imprisoned, and they were a lot of contributors inside.
In a document released by the CIA in the United States in 2006, members of a drug cartel once provided the DEA with a Gallardo warehouse in San Francisco, USA, which contained dozens of tons of drugs.
This can be considered the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
Hearing what Abrego said, Aguilar had obviously thought deeply, "We can be joint speakers!"
"We can only do things that the three of us agree on. Everyone has a veto right. As long as one person disagrees with a decision, it will not be implemented. ”
“In addition to us, I also want to invite the Medellin and Cali Cartels in Colombia, as well as some powerful warlords in El Salvador and the Guatemalan military to join in to form a real “North American Drug Trafficking Association!” "
After all, Aguilar has been a high-ranking official, but he is different. He has seen big scenes, and drug cartels also have to engage in diplomacy. "Except for us, the newly joined cartels below do not have a single vote. With veto power, they can only use our channels and connections, but they need to pay annual membership fees! ”
“Strict organization can prevent people from being caught in one fell swoop. "
"The era of working alone will eventually pass, and we need greater unity! ”
Guzman and Abrego looked at each other.
They admit that Aguilar's ambitions are indeed great. Gallardo is at best interested in Mexico. You have directly included all of North America. Do you plan to cover all of Latin America in the future?
Shit...
If they are organized together like this, the Americans will be weak!
The drug trafficking industry itself has a violence index of 9.9. If these people all rush into the United States, you can imagine the impact on local security!
You can’t launch missile attacks on drug dealers, right?
Aguilar said more and more, "All of us strictly prohibit internal fighting and distribute dividends according to the company's shares. If you agree, I will hire the most authoritative company on Wall Street to provide us with the best equity opinions."< br>
Those people on Wall Street will do anything as long as they see money. Are you talking about drug trafficking? What's the matter? As long as you have money, you are our customer.
Even when the CIA came, they dared to confront him!
We are legal citizens who have paid taxes. Who do you think you are?
Those who work in finance are afraid of the IRS (Taxation Bureau), what about others? CIA? DEA? If you dare to investigate, we will hold a gun and let you know that financial elites in suits can also be gangsters in suits.
Aguilar looked at Guzman and Abrego, sat up slightly, jabbed his fingers on the table with sharp eyes, "When we start this group, we just need to say three words, fair! Fair! It's still fair!" "
"If we couldn't do this, we would have disbanded early. You also know how the Guadalajara Group collapsed. We either don't do it, or we become the largest in North America and even Latin America. Drug trafficking organization!"
Medellin has 40,000 soldiers, plus Mexican cartels and warlords from other countries...
Abrego has obviously figured this out, licking He licked his lips and his eyes shone, "I agree!"
"When the time comes, Victor? I will turn him into a dead shit!"
The two looked at Guzman.
"I agree, but I propose that negotiations with the government and new organizations must be carried out, and other Mexican drug cartels should be notified. If they do not join us, then they will be eliminated!"
"No problem!"
Aguilar agreed, mainly seeing that his opinion was adopted, with a smile on his face, "I will ask Armando to go to Colombia, he is more familiar with it. "
He was in a hurry, so he planned to call the second in command, Armando. As soon as he got the phone in his hand, it rang first.
"Hello?" Aguilar stretched out his left hand, pulled off his clothes, and lay back comfortably. As soon as he touched it, his body suddenly straightened up and his voice changed.
"What! Armando was caught!!"
......
"What! Armando was caught?"
Kennedy heard The report from his subordinates was also surprising.
"Yes, I was caught by some local police in Tijuana. They were so brave and rushed forward with World War II weapons." The police officer also had a smile on his face.
The "General Killer" Armando is the latest "supernova" to rise to fame. It is rare to kill two generals.
He is different from Zambada of Sinaloa. The other party no longer has much real power (marginal personnel), while Armando is the second-in-command in Juarez, in charge of transportation, production and sales, etc. . His arrest was definitely a major blow to Juarez.
"Where?" Kennedy asked quickly.
“Over there at the Tijuana Heroes Statue.”
…
Boom!
A gun butt hit Armando hard on the face. His face, which had at least undergone several plastic surgeries, suddenly collapsed, his nose was crooked, his face was black and blue, and his clothes were all stained. Tattered and unkempt.
"You're smiling! Why the hell aren't you laughing?" An EDM police sergeant pulled his hair and looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth.
Armando stared at him.
"I just like your unruly look." The police sergeant punched the other person in the eye again, and Armando couldn't help but scream.
Members of the "Pescadormexicano (Mexican Fishermen)" club were standing nearby smoking cigarettes. The number was originally 7, but 3 were missing. Apparently they died in the battle.
Sweat squatted and squinted, feeling relieved.
"Mr. Victor's... police officers are so violent." Little Piet sighed next to him.
In other places, people who beat up drug dealers wear hoods, and fat or thin people don't dare to go there, for fear that they will be recognized by their body shape and their whole family will be wiped out, but this group of people is different.
When a police officer fucks a drug dealer, do I have to cover my face?
How frustrating is that?
I became a police officer just to kill drug dealers and have fun!
The other members nodded when they heard Piette say this.
"But their equipment is indeed excellent. Look at the 9mm Browning (High Power) 1935 pistols on the left and right sides of the police sergeant. A trainee police officer can use it better than the Tijuana police sergeant." The companion said with a wry smile beside him.
“If the caliber is not strong enough, we will not be able to kill the drug dealer.” Piette sighed.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! The boss is here." A police officer stopped his companion who was still beating Armando and said.
The latter also kicked the opponent in the face.
“Look at your face! I just want to fuck you.”
Kennedy walked over with Zolph Sherman and Damon Hessef Zola, the head of the (Mexican National Emergency Team) EDN. When he saw Armando on the ground, he frowned, "NMD, fight it. How can I tell if it's like this?"
"Don't worry, boss, it's definitely Armando. Why don't you chop off one of his fingers and let's do a DNA test?"
"Go, go, go. Help him up," Kennedy said.
The two police officers helped each other up. Armando was indeed a man and did not say a word of surrender.
"From CNM! Who cut out his tongue?!!!"
Kennedy turned his head angrily, "Fuck!"
Do you have to speak with your butt?
The EDM police officers who were stared at by him all had their heads locked. One police sergeant sneered, "Boss, maybe he dropped it himself."
"Get out of here, MD. !”
Kennedy pinched Armando’s chin, “It’s useless!”
"There will be another rule in the future: you are not allowed to cut off the tongues of drug dealers casually."
The EDM people looked at each other and communicated with their eyes.
Cut your ears next time!
Yes, the ears are useless.
“We have taken good care of him, and in two days we will conduct a public trial on him in front of the TV cameras, so that everyone can see the price of being in contact with the law.” Kennedy said.
"Aren't you going to hand him over to Boss Victor?" Damon Hessef Zora asked.
"My tongue is gone, what's the use? Just report it to the boss when the time comes."
Kennedy waved his hand, don't bother the boss with anything, if he arrests Guzman at this level Let’s talk about it later.
"Where are those Tijuana police officers?"
"Over there, Hi Sweet." The police officer next to him waved and shouted.
Members of the Pescadormexicano (Mexican fishermen) quickly dropped their cigarettes and ran over.
Kennedy looked at them with a gentle expression, "Yes, you have done a good job, worthy of your status, what do you want?"
"This is what we should be, sir!" Sweet straightened up.
“But credit is credit, you say, I will satisfy you if I can satisfy you.”
A few people looked at each other.
"Can we meet Mr. Victor?" Piette whispered, "We admire him very much."
Kennedy thought for a moment, "I will tell the director, you guys take a rest first. God."
"Sir, we can still fight, we are the police and should be fighting on the front line," Sweet said hurriedly.
This attitude is very good!
"Then you follow the Mexican Emergency Response Team, Damon, and take care of them." Kennedy said to the EDN commander, and patted Sweet on the shoulder, "Very promising!"< br>
……
(End of this chapter)