Chapter 153 Did I let you speak?
Aguilar's hands shook, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, "Turn off the TV."
Juarez's second-in-command, his caring little cotton-padded jacket...that's it. Smashed to death?
The police directly smashed four...five of his limbs, and then smashed his head. The whole process was broadcast live. The bloody scene made Aguilar feel a little sick to his stomach. .
Hearing his words, the younger brother quickly turned off the TV.
"Victor's methods are becoming more and more cruel!" Guzman frowned, holding a cigarette in his hand, but he was also shaking slightly.
“I don’t think he will agree to Cuaukmote’s peace talks with us. We still have to fight!” Abrego said gloomily next to him, “Guzman, your son was killed by him. , are you willing to swallow your anger?"
The short man's face instantly darkened, "Although I want to kill him immediately, but I know better that the time has not come yet, just wait, Victor won't be able to dance for long. . ”
He is still very sensible.
Aguilar exhaled, "I can only go to Colombia in person. Which of you will go to the Aragon family dinner in Mexico City?"
The atmosphere instantly became quiet.
Are you kidding?
If Victor goes too, wouldn’t it be delivered to your door?
Aguilar was very shrewd and chose himself outside, leaving Guzman and Abrego stunned.
Victor is famous for his bad temper...
"How about you go?" Guzman looked at Abrego, "You are more eloquent than me, and I am not in good health recently."
"The doctor said I can't travel far. Don't you have four A cousin? Let them go and take full responsibility for the negotiations."
Guzman's face turned dark, are you looking at me?
"My people will contribute, and I want 3% more shares, otherwise you will find someone yourself."
Abrego opened his mouth.
"Okay! Each of us will give you half." Aguilar agreed.
After the meeting of the Big Three ended, Guzman went straight out with a gloomy face. The four brothers Beltran and Leiva were waiting for him outside.
“Boss!”
“Boss!”
Guzman nodded and looked among the four brothers. The boss, Arturo, was the leader of his gunner group. The third child, Carlos, is very smart and a strong general, the fourth child is in charge of money laundering channels, and then there is only the second child.
"Hector."
The second eldest brother was originally hiding behind several brothers. Suddenly he heard Guzman calling him. His face was startled and he was a little confused. This cousin had always ignored him. , there is nothing left to him in the organization, and he is happy and leisurely. He has a great time showing off his wealth and picking up girls every day.
This time I suddenly called myself, why did my scalp feel so numb?
"Old..."
Guzman waved his hand and straightened his clothes, which made Arturo feel something was wrong and his eyelids twitched.
"You go to Mexico City for us to negotiate with the government. I will give you the specific requirements then, and you just leave it to them."
Hector also heard that there were going to be major changes in the organization, but he didn't. I don't care, I am the most useless anyway, but... the most important thing now is my turn?
His eyes lit up immediately and he glanced at his elder brother. He frowned as if he was thinking. Guzman pushed him and said, "Do you understand?"
He Ketuo nodded hurriedly, "Understood."
"When you come back, I will arrange a new position for you. Don't do nothing all day long. This is relatively easy. We will fight with the people over there." Good relationship.”
"Be nice. I don't want others to say you are a fool. Tell them that their vision is wrong and I believe you."
After a few words, Hector's blood suddenly boiled, "Cousin, you Don’t worry, I will never embarrass you.”
Guzman patted him on the shoulder and left.
Hector punched the air three times and looked at Arturo, "Brother, I have something else to do."
Having nothing to do doesn't mean he is irrelevant. In fact, He was still very envious when he saw his brothers shining in Sinaloa. Now that the group needed him, he suddenly became energetic.
Arturo always felt that something was wrong here. He looked at his excited brother and hesitated for a moment, not wanting to dampen his enthusiasm. He could only say, "Don't mess with it. If you find something wrong, run away."
< br>Hector was so excited that he didn't take it seriously at all.
Arturo frowned and looked at Guzman's figure in the distance, frowning slowly.
……
“Buzz buzz~”
Mexico City Benito Juárez International Airport.
The aircraft in the sky descended to the runway with colorful lights flashing, and a Falcon 900 private jet developed by French Dassault Aircraft Company landed at the airport.
Some people were already waiting below, and there were more than a dozen cars parked, including extended-length Lincolns, Mercedes-Benz, etc. Many people in the terminal looked at this scene curiously.
I thought some big shot was coming.
Victor, dressed in black short-sleeves, walked out of the cabin, followed by Casare, Kennedy and Jason Bourne.
This private jet actually also belongs to the Tijuana drug cartel!
When Brother Benjamin dies, of course the inheritance will be confiscated.
Three private jets came in exchange.
According to real estate estimates, the two Benjamin brothers "provided" Victor with more than 700 million US dollars in assets, of course not counting overseas assets.
Killing drug criminals is the most correct path!
"Director Victor, welcome, I am Mr. Cuauquemot's secretary, my name is: Nunez."
A middle-aged man standing at the front of the welcoming crowd hurriedly extended his hand.
Victor shook hands with him and said with a smile, "I kept you waiting."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Kwaukemot is waiting for you at the dinner, please Get in." Nunez opened the door of the Lincoln.
But Victor smiled and shook his head without moving. He glanced at Jason Bourne, who then said, "Mr. Nunez, our own car has arrived. Please allow them to come in." Middle-aged He was stunned for a moment, but soon understood. He closed the car door and asked his subordinates to go to the airport to coordinate. Soon he saw a convoy driving in. The leader was an armored vehicle equipped with anti-armor protection, followed by more than a dozen vehicles. car.
"You just lead the way, and we will follow."
Nunez nodded and watched Victor get into the car.
He has no habit of riding in other people's cars. What if someone plants a bomb inside? I can only open it again in the next life.
Victor admitted that he has many enemies and many people want him dead, so he has to be careful.
Nunez got into the car, looked in the reflector, and told the driver to drive.
Approximately thirty cars moved towards the outside.
“So handsome!”
There were many men in the terminal whose eyes lit up when they saw this scene, and they wanted to take his place.
National Palace. Moctezuma II (MoctezumaII) Hall.
Soft and soothing music was playing, and men and women who looked like successful people chatted with people they knew.
As one of the protagonists, Kwaukmot is of course surrounded by the most people.
My good friend Honatan Aragon of the Mexican News Group introduced him next to him, "This is Mr. Carlos Stam, he is the founder of Grupo Carso. The largest shareholder of Telecom Mexico and CEO of Telecom Americas Mexico.”
He pointed at a middle-aged man who was not tall, even bloated, with a bit of baldness on the top of his head. He also had a chubby face. Looks very kind.
Hearing the name, Kwaukmot twitched his brows and looked at him with deep eyes, a smile on his face, "Hello."
"Good evening, Mr. President."
"This is Rildo Salinas, founder of Grupo Salinas."
Honatan Ala Gong pointed to the person next to him and said.
Needless to say, everyone knows that this surname belongs to former President Carlos. His eyes are not very friendly, and can even be said to be complicated and a bit hostile.
"Congratulations, Mr. President, you finally got what you wanted!" His words also had the smell of gunpowder.
"Thank you. I hope I can get Mexico back on track so that the mistakes made by some people will not be irreversible." Cuauquemot also spoke very energetically. Your backers are dead, why are you still talking to me like this?
Pull the list! Pull list!
Honatan introduced them one by one, and finally pointed at one person. The more Kwaukmot looked, the more strange he felt. He always felt that it was very familiar. He frowned, and suddenly his expression changed as if he had thought of something, and he stretched out his hand. Blocking the former's introduction, "You are Hector Beltran Leiva!"
"Do you know me?" Hector was also a little stunned.
Bullshit!
Victor had sent information about several important drug cartel leaders and their relatives to Kwaukemot. The latter even took a few glances, which were quite profound. The main reason was that Hector had a donkey face.
"What do you mean? How could a drug dealer come to the King's Palace?" He shouted angrily and pointed at Honatan. Seeing them like this, it would be absolutely impossible for them to say they didn't know.
I couldn’t help but curse Ukmot even though he was praising his self-cultivation and quality!
He hates drug dealers to the core, and has said more than once in public that he will kill them, but now a drug dealer leader is standing openly in front of him. Isn't this ironic?
It sucks!
His voice immediately spread throughout the hall, and everyone looked over curiously.
"Get out! Get out! Guards!" Quaukmot shouted.
Hector’s face sank.
Honatan hurriedly pulled the other person's arm and covered his mouth, "Quiet, Kwaukmot! He is here for peace talks!"
"Peace talks? When will we talk? Peace talks? I don’t want to make peace with the drug dealers, and the Mexican government doesn’t want to make peace with the drug dealers! Let him get out.”
"Sir, the Mexican government is not you, and it may not be you." Rildo from the Salinas Group said, looking at him with evil eyes.
"Perhaps, you should consider the possibility of peace talks with the drug cartel, sir." Carlos Stam suddenly spoke next to him.
There was a huge pressure that made Quaukmot couldn't help but take a step back.
He turned to look at Honatan, who said nothing and lowered his head, which made his heart sink even more, TMD!
I am just a puppet?
I looked around and saw that they were all bandits trying to poach Mexico.
He was at a loss.
"Who the hell said you were talking about peace talks with drug dealers!" A voice came from the door. The voice was loud and suppressed with anger.
It naturally attracted everyone's attention, and Quaukmot almost cried when he heard this familiar voice.
Victor walked in with a frown and glanced at everyone present.
"Who said peace talks? Come forward and let me see it. Mexico had peace talks with drug traffickers when I didn't have him. Now that I have him, we still want peace talks. So what's the point of me coming? Who! Who said that!"
His eyes stayed on the small circle around Kwaukmot, his eyebrows trembled, he walked over and glanced at Honatan and the others. Of course he knew these plutocrats.
"You said peace talks?" Victor looked at Rildo Salinas, who swallowed his saliva. Before he could speak, he was slapped on the face.
Pop!
“Let me ask you, did you say that?”
Hit...beat someone?
Rildo Salinas was stunned, but Victor was unhappy when he saw him like this, and slapped him again. The crisp sound made the former almost cry.
"That's enough, Victor! This is the King's Palace...ah!!" Carlos Stam frowned and scolded, but before he could finish his words, Victor turned towards him and gave him an elbow. , flipped him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach, "Did I ask you to interrupt when I spoke?"
"Did I ask you to interrupt!" Victor stepped on his mouth.
The whole hall was quiet.
It's like...a tiger broke into a group of sheep!
(End of this chapter)