Chapter 154 Please remember, the bottom line! (Please give me a monthly ticket!!!)
Come in and let the two of you get down!
Victor looked around with disdain, took out a cigar from his pocket calmly, held it in his mouth, and Jason Bourne hurriedly lit the fire for the boss.
“If I didn’t come, wouldn’t you bully Kwaukmot to death?”
“TMDB! Don’t you know who is covering him? If you touch him, you will touch me, Victor! ”
Victor glanced at the people around him, and those he targeted couldn't help lowering their heads and not daring to look directly at him. With disdain on his face, he looked down at Rieldo Salinas, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, holding a cigar and handing it to He asked, "Do you smoke or not?"
The other party covered his face, looked at Carlos Stam on the ground, and shook his head hurriedly.
Victor's face turned pale, "Aren't you going to give me face?"
He went up and kicked him again, directly into the heart of the other person, pulled his hair and hit the corner of the table next to him. "You don't even give me any face! Do you think I'm a paper tiger?"
beng! beng! beng!
He was beaten to a bloody pulp, passed out, and fell to the ground.
"Smoke!" Victor handed the cigar to another consortium speaker next to him. He was so frightened that his legs became weak.
When he saw the cigar being handed to him, he lost all face and took it with both hands. With a flattering look on his face, he hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth and took a big puff.
“Oops!”
“You really smoked!” Victor raised his eyebrows, grabbed his hair, took out a pistol from his pocket, put it against his chin and fired. One shot!
jump!
The bullet directly smashed the jaw, and blood spurted out.
“Ah!!”
The female guest shouted in horror.
Victor let go, the body fell to the ground, and he cleared the bullets to his head.
Kill...kill someone!
Carlos Stam, who fell to the ground, looked at this scene in horror. What big scene has he not seen before?
I have never seen this kind of behavior of killing the person who talked about the consortium over a disagreement.
Don’t we just have some obscure relationship with drug dealers? Did you have such a big reaction?
But Carlos Stam was also smart. He went back and pretended to be dead.
You have already hit me, you cannot hit me again.
Victor spat on the corpse, walked to Kwaukmot, glanced at Honatan Aragon, who was also pale next to him, looked up and down, and stuffed the gun into his mouth. inside, and patted his mouth.
"Open your mouth!"
"The Aragon family?"
He smiled disdainfully, "Don't you know what the fear of 7.62 mm is?"
Victor grabbed his tie and pulled him over, "Mexican consortium? Do you know who I am?"
"For some people who cooperate with drug traffickers, my name is not Policía (police), my name is Caudillo (warlord)! "
The chaebols are certainly awesome. They control the economy, even drug cartels and gangs. They also have friends in the officialdom and backers in the army. They can control the black and white.
But the warlords are probably even more awesome.
I am an army!
My will alone is also the will of the army.
“Bong!” Victor made an onomatopoeia in his mouth, and Honoratan Aragon shivered unexpectedly.
“Sometimes, money cannot be used as food, but if the money is snatched by the barrel of a gun, it can be used as food. For the sake of Mr. Kwaukemot, I will spare you, but once, I can’t. "Two."
Victor patted him on the face, "Be smart, you only have one life."
He turned around and suddenly caught a glimpse of Hector standing next to him.
thump!
The other party knelt down directly? ?
This confused Victor. Hector trembled, "Spare me, spare me, I...I promise not to sell drugs, I..."
Standing Casare, who was behind, glanced at the boss and understood. He ran over to grab Hector, pressed him directly on the table, and stabbed Hector's neck hard with a fork!
A blood vessel burst.
It splashed all over him, but Casare was also ruthless. He took out a knife from the side and stabbed it diagonally upward into his neck. The knife and fork formed an "X" shape.
Hector stared, vomited blood, twitched twice on the ground and died.
Brother...
This time... I can't run away!
Victor frowned, "How many times have I told you, quality! What you do is so rude."
Kasare smiled innocently when he heard this.
Everything the boss says is right. The boss needs me to be rude, so I will be rude now!
"Drag this corpse away. The smell of blood is really strong. By the way, check to see if those two are dead. If not, shoot two more times."
Jason Bourne He just nodded and walked over.
Carlos Stam got up immediately, took off his suit, glanced at Victor, and lowered his head.
But Salinas really didn't wake up there. Jason Bourne took out his gun and killed him directly. If you like sleeping so much, just keep sleeping.
“In the future, all members of the Salinas Group’s family will review the property confiscation of the Salinas Group, and they won’t care about it even after Carlos dies? Haha, you want face, but I won’t give it to you!”
“ His body was dug up and thrown to the dogs."
"My police officers and the many people who died for the anti-drug cause don't even have complete bodies. Why can he lie down?"
< br>Victor became more and more excited as he spoke, "When heroes are forgotten, everyone becomes a traitor."
Cuauquemot was shocked when he heard this operation. He rushed over and lowered his voice, "Victor, this... this is not good."
"What's wrong? This is our Mexico, not the dead." Mexico.”
I almost said this is Victor’s country.
"If we can't reach an agreement, then don't talk at all. I know what you are afraid of, man. Rich people are a bunch of pigs. You have to use a gun to tell them who is the master. Don't be afraid that they will resist. "
"As long as you throw out a piece of dried meat, these capitalist lackeys will give up any dignity."
"There is still a lot of infrastructure construction in Mexico. Let's leave it to the consortium that is willing to cooperate with us."
First stabilize the American companies behind them. Those people will not lift the table if they have meat in their mouths. At present, Victor still knew that he could not touch the finance, telecommunications, oil and other fields controlled by the chaebol for the time being.
Of course, only temporarily.
The Eagle Sauce in the 1990s was really fierce.
The only thing that can make Victor bow his head is someone with a bigger caliber than him.
Don't rush yet.
After Jason Bourne and the others dragged the body away smoothly, the ground was cleared, the knocked over dining table was erected again, and even the air was sprayed with perfume.< br>
This is professionalism. It's much more "gentle" than the old guys in EDM.
“Come on, the dinner continues.”
The staff quickly played soothing music...
"Wait!" Casare shouted, ran over and spoke to the sound engineer, and then the music was changed.
Soothing turned into impassioned!
"Victor! Victor! Victor leads us to victory against drugs!"
…
It's "Victor We Are Together".
Casare raised his hands and said, "Let's all dance."
The guests looked at each other and didn't know what dance to do, so they could only dance wildly to the rhythm.
"Boss!"
"Hey, you do this again. Don't be so public when you go out. You won't be allowed to do this next time." Victor said with a smile.
Casare nodded obediently.
Hmm!
The boss said, be louder next time.
"Sir, let's sit over there and share the cake." Victor said to Kwaukmot.
“Just the two of us?”
"Mexico does not allow too many voices, which is not friendly to anti-drug work. Sometimes, the fewer voices, the more united!"
Quauquemot felt that what he said was right, but felt that it was wrong, so he followed Victor He walked to the sofa and as soon as he sat down, he asked in a deep voice, "You don't want to form a military government, do you?"
Victor laughed when he heard this.
“Sir, you are the president. I don’t care about your policy agenda, but you must not compromise with drug traffickers. This is the bottom line. Moreover, you must also deal with human smuggling, organ trafficking, murder, underworld, guns and ammunition, etc. Crack down hard on crime!”
“What we want is peace in Mexico and stability for the people. This is my responsibility as a police officer and your obligation as president!”
"Please remember that any sacrifice must have consequences!"
"If one day, you or I betray our original intention, please shoot the other party to death with a gun."
Kuawu Kermott felt heavy when he was told by Victor's cautious tone, "My father is Cardenas, and I will not betray my beliefs!"
"Betrayer shall die!"
The two people looked at each other.
…
Crash…
“Victor! Victor!” Guzman pushed the documents off the table, picked up a pistol and pointed it at a large poster on the wall. shot.
This poster is clearly Victor.
In reality, I can’t kill you, so I will face your poster. There are dozens of bullet holes on it. Obviously, I am usually very resentful.
Generally, those who have a lot of resentment will die more miserably.
beng!
The door was rudely opened from the outside, and Arturo rushed in with red eyes, and then grabbed Guzman's clothes in his shocked eyes, "You say it!"
"Did you know that this was a fatal mission? Did you deliberately send Hector to die? Did you know that Victor would be at the dinner!"
Guzman looked at Artoo Luo, the latter's lips were trembling, his face was red, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"I don't know."
After a moment of silence, Guzman shook his head and said in a rough voice, "I have negotiated with people from the Mexican government, but they obviously went back on their word. They betrayed me! Betrayed. We killed Hector!”
He covered his face and cried loudly, “I killed my brother!”
Guz! Man kneeled on the ground, crying loudly.
Seeing his cousin like this, Arturo slowly let go of his hand, raised his head, and shed tears.
"I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry!" Guzman slapped himself hard in the face.
Arturo felt sad and reached out to hold him, "Cousin, this is all Victor! It's none of your business."
"Maybe it's also Hector's life."
He dragged his body, turned around and left.
Kneeling on the ground, Guzman slowly stopped shrugging his shoulders. A pair of eyes appeared from between his fingers, staring at Arturo's back in the cold air.
"My cousin!"
In the corridor outside, listening to the howling inside, Arturo leaned against the wall and took out a photo from his arms with trembling hands.
Above are five children.
Their clothes were all dirty and they didn’t even have shoes on their feet, but they faced the camera and smiled hard.
“Brother, you eat!” The young Hector handed the hidden corn to the long-bodied Arturo and smiled, “When you grow up, follow cousin Guzman. Make money and buy me a Coke.”
Arturo still remembers...
When he was eating corn, Hector had saliva, but he quickly wiped it off.
When I grow up...
Hector is the most incompetent of the four brothers, but he is also his most beloved brother.
“Brother!”
Arturo squatted on the ground, hugged the photo and cried loudly.
……
(End of this chapter)