Chapter 157 Clean up the laggards!
Plateau Prison. In the former office.
Victor saw familiar furnishings.
Even the ashtray has not changed position.
Harris is behind, "Boss, after you left the prison, I have been cleaning this office, and all the decorations have not been moved."
Kasare squinted his eyes and twitched at the corners.
What a charming bitch with thick eyebrows and big eyes!
Okay, okay!
Is this what you are doing? When I return to Baja California, I will promote the establishment of an "Anti-Drug Hero - Victor" exhibition hall, which will give you the heads, severed limbs and drugs of drug dealers. Get it out.
Let’s see who feels comfortable licking!
Compared to me, Casare, you're a bit greener.
Victor was very happy. People always like to recall the past, just like prostitutes always recall how fierce they were when they were young.
"You are so thoughtful." Victor touched the table and said with a smile, reached out to move the ashtray to the side, and changed the subject, "I want to transfer you to a new department, are you willing? ?”
Harris was startled and instantly understood that Victor planned to promote him, which made him feel excited after having been in prison for nearly ten years.
He had seen Victor's anti-drug scene on TV.
He is eager to charge forward and be active in the frontline anti-drug battlefield. A real man should have the courage to fight.
“Yes!”
“Mr. President plans to establish the Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration to specialize in nationwide anti-drug operations and to liaise with other countries’ anti-drug efforts. I will be the first director. It is necessary I plan for you to serve as the deputy director, mainly working in Mexico City.”
This is the first piece of cake Victor has received!
Finally, he can become famous to other state divisions around him.
Harris raised his eyebrows. He went directly from a prison warden to the deputy of a national-level unit. This cannot be said to be a rocket promotion, it should be said to be a nuclear bomb promotion.
"What do you need me for, boss!" He clenched his fists, his voice slightly changed, and tried hard to suppress the excitement in his chest.
Victor glanced at the door, and Casare immediately understood. He winked at Jason Bourne and asked him to watch at the door. He also closed the door and walked out. Just the two of them were left.
Help me keep an eye on Kwaukmot. "
Harris' little heart tightened. He looked at Boss Victor. His expression didn't look like he was being fake, right... He had just killed one, and now he was preparing for the next one?
Is the boss planning to go it alone?
"What are you thinking about?" Victor saw Harris's expression and waved his hands irritably, "Do I look like the kind of person who kills donkeys in a hurry?"
"This is just Preventive measures, sometimes, when a person's position changes, he will forget his original intention, do you understand what I mean? "
How many people pointed to the dragon when they were young and said, one day Japan, I want to kill you to protect the people, but after killing the dragon, under the adulation of the people and the erosion of materials, he himself turned into an evil dragon.
There are many such things.
Victor originally planned to change the secretary next to Kwaukmot, but this behavior would do no good and would only ruin the honeymoon period for the two of them.
The only thing we can do is get a flag and hang it in Mexico City, and it can also provide identity cover for the agents of the Mexican International Information Department.
Victor smiled and patted his shoulder, "Be prepared and don't think too much."
But this had to make Harris think too much.
What if one day Kwaukmot really betrays GM?
He didn't ask this question. He raised his head and glanced at the boss's side face. The resolute expression seemed to have already given the answer.
Mr. Kwaukemot!
Please don’t make a mistake.
……
June 26, 1990!
International Day Against Drug Abuse.
It was also the day when the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency was established.
On the small lawn outside the National Palace, dozens of media came, including many from the United States.
Victor, dressed in formal attire, took over the letter of appointment from Quaukmot.
Director of the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, head of security in Baja California, expert on Mexican economic issues, expert on Mexican anti-drug issues, expert on human rights of Mexican drug traffickers...
There are nearly 10 titles in total!
The number of people pinned on Golden Finger suddenly surged from 400 to 2,800. Obviously, there are many titles with real power value.
Coupled with the killing of drug dealers in Plateau Prison yesterday, the points suddenly jumped to 1.33 billion points.
I’ll pinch someone when I get back to Baja California!
Victor stood in front of the microphone with a bright face, holding both sides of the table with his hands, smiling, and the light of the camera flickered and flickered.
“It is a great honor to serve as the first director of the Mexican Anti-Drug Agency (AMD). I will fulfill my responsibilities in office and closely liaise with anti-drug organizations around the world to provide as much benefit as possible to all civilians who live under the threat and intimidation of drug traffickers. They bring peace.”
“I will devote myself wholeheartedly to the war against Mexican drug traffickers. We take this opportunity to announce the arrest of Aguilar of the Juarez drug cartel and Abre of the Gulf Cartel. Go and Guzman of the Sinaloa Cartel are offering a reward of 40 million US dollars!”
“The police will protect his personal information and provide effective information on the drug traffickers’ activities!”
“ Rewards ranging from 200,000 to 2 million U.S. dollars."
Victor raised his head and looked at the camera, "Please believe in the Mexican people that my colleagues and I will ensure your safety, and also advise the drug traffickers to lay down their weapons and surrender. , otherwise, no prisoners will be accepted when the war begins!”
“Thank you!”
"The question-and-answer session will begin next," said the press officer next to him.
Victor pointed to a very "large" woman, "Miss, please start first."
The other party put the bag on the spot and stood up, "Hello, Mr. Victor. , I am a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. What do you mean when you say that when the war begins, you will not accept any prisoners? Do you mean to kill them all? "
This question is very specific. sex.
The reporters also raised their heads and listened carefully.
"That's right." Victor nodded directly, "The war begins, no prisoners!"
The press officer next to him swallowed and stood on tiptoe nervously.
Can I say this?
American newspapers are just a bunch of shit and will stink you up. The reporters were a little bit in an uproar, but then they became very excited because this was a stunt!
"Victor, the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, announced that it will massacre drug traffickers!" 》
"Mexico's New Tyrant?" hero? Victor! 》
The media is sometimes a mouthpiece to promote justice, but it is also a tool to persecute people, but do you think Victor cares?
"Sir, do you think your words will have much impact on society?" the female reporter asked again.
“Of course, I just want to warn everyone, please don’t get involved in drugs. My eyes and my police officers will be watching you. Please spread my words and I will drown the drug dealers. In the toilet, ask them to put on a ventilator.”
He is the epitome of toughness!
It is impossible to say a word of compromise in front of the camera.
At this moment, Casare ran onto the stage and whispered something in his ear. Victor frowned, but put on a smile again.
"Sir, what did Mr. Casare tell you? Is there something that is difficult to say?"
"It's a good thing. He told me that he saw my A bunch of mice were having a meeting in the house, and my cat was licking its paws.”
…
A mansion belonging to the Aragon family in Mexico City.
There were seven or eight consortium talkers who were at the dinner party sitting inside, all looking dull.
Sitting on the sofa was none other than Honatan Aragon, Quaukmot’s friend.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a Spanish book of "Mein Kampf" on his knees. A subordinate whispered a few words in his ear. He nodded and closed the book. Throwing it aside, he clapped his hands and said, "Gentlemen, Mr. Carlos Stam is still recovering in the hospital. He cannot participate in our meeting."
Everyone was working hard to talk about the consortium.
“We are sitting here today for one purpose, to discuss how to contain Victor. He is acting more and more like a dictator, which will make Cuauquemot unable to recognize the reality of Mexico. , will also ban our right to speak, which is a blow to us.”
Honatan Aragon is a plutocrat. He naturally hates dictators. He likes to use money to support puppets and then increase his family. Influence in Mexico.
He also had this idea when he chose to cooperate with Kwaukmot.
The face of capitalists is ugly.
But Victor's fists were hard. He killed the news talker of the Salinas family at the dinner, confiscated his assets, and announced to the public that the Salinas family had betrayed Mexico and would directly kill him. The whole family was jailed.
This is very fast and efficient.
Honatan Aragorn didn’t like having a “Great Emperor” above his head.
So he convened some consortium talkers to discuss the overall situation.
Better throw Victor out!
Just as he continued to prepare to express his views, there was a sudden noise at the door, and then a beng was heard!
A black armored vehicle crashed in from the outside, pushing a pile of garbage directly into the hall. The people sitting on the sofa were so frightened that they stood up immediately.
A dozen heavily armed men came down from behind the armored vehicle.
Honatan Aragon's eyes twitched. He was very familiar with the person taking the lead. What was the name of the person who followed Victor before... Jason Bourne? !
Who is the muscular man next to him?
"What are you discussing? Gentlemen, can you let us hear it?" Jason Bourne asked calmly.
After all, Honatan Aragon has seen the world, and he recovered immediately. He frowned and asked, "Mr. Jason Bourne! Why did you break into my home? And you also destroyed my house. ? Don’t we citizens have the right to privacy?!”
“Are you discussing how to transfer drugs?” Jason Bourne said to himself.
"???"
This made Honatan Aragon frown, and a bad premonition suddenly came out, "What are you talking about? How can I have drugs here? ! ”
Jason Bourne nodded, then glanced at the colleague next to him, who pulled out a suitcase from the armored vehicle, opened it, and poured out all the packed items inside.
"Boss! There are drugs!"
Honatan Aragon took a breath, this... is so sinister?
“Slander! This is slander!”
“This is Officer Jonathan Parnell of the US DEA Drug Enforcement Administration.”
The muscular man squinted his eyes, "You should think about how to explain where these drugs came from!"
Victor and DEA mixed up? !
Honatan Aragon opened his eyes and was about to speak when he saw a police officer shooting directly with an Altimax machine gun!
“They intend to resist!” Jason Bourne said plainly.
The corners of Jonatan Panier's eyes twitched, but he didn't say a word. Watching these words, the man was beaten to death and his blood flowed into a river!
Honatan Aragon stared, still a little in disbelief!
"As promised before, Mr. Victor will not take away the property in their hands. He will ensure that the U.S. assets in Mexico and the personal cash of the consortium speakers will all belong to the DEA. As long as you can withdraw money from the bank, Take it out, but the house and car belong to the Mexican government. You and your husband bought a house in San Francisco in the name of your grandmother."
"Here is $500,000" Jason Bourne will! A black box was handed to him.
“He doesn’t want voices against drug control to appear in Mexico, and hopes that the new speakers will support drug control!”
How can Jonathan Panier help if there is no profit?
The DEA also has to eat.
The most important thing... was that the drugs were actually found, um, the pile on the ground thrown out of the suitcase.
As long as you don’t move American assets, you can kill their puppets and send a few more.
A powerful director VS several local Mexican consortiums, who is more important?
Victor is actively close to the DEA and the US government. Anyone who is not blind can understand who is important.
In Latin America...
Who can live longer?
Military leader!
Only when you have a gun in your hand can you live more comfortably.
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(End of this chapter)