Chapter 164 Justice cannot represent me, I represent justice!
The next day.
In the small flower bed outside the Tijuana security department.
Victor, dressed in formal attire, was being interviewed by female reporter Bertha Rumsfeld. The two sat opposite each other.
Today's woman is wearing a cool transparent dress, and you can vaguely see the color of the "bra" inside. She also has her hair tied up with a shark clip, which makes her look both lustful and fearless.
Victor's expression was calm, and he didn't even move his eyes.
The camera next to me is facing me.
"Chief Victor, what do you think about the State of Sonora criticizing your invasion of them and your sending hitmen to assassinate Irvin Lozano?"
"This is serious. Wrong, we were commissioned by the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency to raid drug dealers in Sonora, which was in full compliance with the rules and procedures, and as for the murder of Irvin Lozano..."
The photographer next to him said something. Smoke, you sign yourself, um, very Victor style humor.
Victor pondered for a moment and said something shocking: "This is just the simplest way of expression for the Mexican people who yearn for peace. I express my highest respect for Hugo Santos and my condolences to his family."
Hugo Santos was the murderer who assassinated Irvin Lozano in public.
These words made Bertha Rumsfeld raise her eyebrows slightly, and she became interested. If it were spread, it would definitely cause an uproar.
This is equivalent to pointing at the Poles and saying, Hi! Dude, you should put two sculptures of Germans in front of your house.
“You say this is a manifestation of justice?”
"Of course! I encourage all people who are coerced by drug dealers to jump up and resist bravely. Don't be afraid. The 4 million people in Baja California will always support you behind you. I also advise those who want to help drug dealers to prepare to resist to the end. Evil will never be possible. Defeat justice, justice will prevail!"
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"Okay." Bertha Rumsfeld nodded to the photographer, then stood up and stretched out his hand, smiling. "Thank you, Director Victor."
"I should."
"Can I ask you something in a private capacity?" Bertha Lea Rumsfeld suddenly road.
Victor was startled and nodded politely.
"Do you think you are just?"
What kind of question is this? Casare, who was leaning over, frowned and slowed down.
“I’m not.”
Victor smiled and shook his head, “Because I will use more inhumane violence on the road to killing drug dealers. I don’t want everyone to mythologize me. I just A regular Mexican ”
Justice cannot represent me!
I represent justice!
Belsaria Rumsfeld nodded after hearing this, thanked her, declined the invitation to stay for a meal, and left with the others.
"Boss, Ethan Hunt is back from Colombia delivering news." Jason Bourne leaned over and said softly, and handed him the main content he had copied.
Victor glanced at it, his pupils condensed.
On July 27, the Mexican drug lords, Colombian drug lords and some warlords from other countries will "meet" in the new judicial department building of Colombia?
“Is this news accurate?”
“The branch has bribed a leader of the Cali Group, the accuracy is not low.”
Victor looked at it in surprise. Jason Bourne, "The branch found the informant so quickly?"
"Kidnapped the leader's mistress and his three children."
No wonder...
There are only so many weaknesses in people. You just "tied up" his whole family. What else can you do besides being an informant?
Victor nodded and squinted. A big idea suddenly came to his mind. Should he... exchange it for a missile and hit it directly?
But after this idea went around in his head, he threw it into the claws. This was not a joke.
Mexico is 3,696 kilometers away from Colombia. If you have this kind of missile, the first thing you will be nervous about is the Eagle Sauce next to it.
To know this distance, it is enough to reach Washington in Mexico.
Even bomber bombing is unreliable. It is also a symbol of a country's sovereignty. By then, North America will really start fighting.
Victor just wants to fight drugs, he doesn't want to start a war.
Anti-drugs can win the Nobel Peace Prize.
Then all that's left is an armed raid, and we have to cooperate with the DEA. It's best to kill all these bastards!
"Continue to keep an eye on Colombia. It's best to send some people to sneak in."
Jason Bourne frowned, "Black Widow Blanc has the habit of looking for lovers. Maybe Ethan Hen I’m here to apply.”
Good guy!
Directly push the good-looking person in charge of the Mexican International News Department to be a "duck"?
While they were chatting, Casare took the initiative to stand a few meters away, not even letting anyone get close.
He doesn't listen himself, lest he accidentally talk nonsense while sleeping. Not knowing the secret is the best way to keep it secret.
Victor glanced at Jason Bourne, "Did he offend you? And didn't the Drug Enforcement Administration announce the arrest of Blanco in 1984?"
"She did She was arrested in 1984, but the lawyer she hired for $20 million discovered that the DEA had irregularities when arresting her. They focused on this point and stalked them. In 1988, She was paroled, but she ran back to Colombia the next day. "
Money can really make a difference.
American lawyers are a profitable business, and Blanco can afford it. She has established the Miami market for the Medellin Group. She pioneered the method of killing people in groups of two on motorcycles. , killed a thousand people in two years, which is relatively small when you think about it, but killing three people in one day is terrifying when you think about it.
Relying on this achievement, she can get 80 million U.S. dollars in dividends from Medellin every month. Therefore, this rich woman is very rich, and she likes to find lovelies. After killing three husbands, she has long thought that even if she is rich, it is better to find lovebirds. Hello lover.
“Ethan Hunter is the most handsome. We researched Blanco’s hobbies and found that she is particularly fond of men who are over 1.78 in height, have six-pack abs, and are especially good at tongue kissing. "
"Do you know that Ethan Hunter is good at tongue kissing?" When Victor heard this, his eyes suddenly changed and he looked at him strangely.
Should we write a rule to the Mexican International News Department: no research on colleagues’ butts?
After asking, Victor felt that he was inappropriate and coughed, "You are more familiar with intelligence matters than I am, so let Ethan Hunt be careful." Jason Bourne nodded, turned around and trotted away Maybe he can't wait to see Ethan Hunt become a pretty boy.
After he left, Casare came over.
"Boss."
"Send another 500 EDN (Mexico Emergency Response Team) to the front line. We must expand the results and not let the drug traffickers react."
"And..."
"We can launch the "Nail Plan"!"
Casare frowned.
The "Nail Plan" is actually a "poaching" plan that Victor secretly put Casare in charge of after conquering the city of Ensenada.
Nails were buried in some locations in Sonora by people who had suffered or are currently being persecuted by drug traffickers.
Then provide them with help when necessary, these people...
You can stand up!
“Within three days, capture the city of Nogales!”
This is one of the three largest cities in Sonora. It is only 30 kilometers away from the United States in a straight line. It is also one of the “Top Ten Drug Lairs” in Mexico. "one.
By the way, Tijuana too.
Occupy this place, and all subsequent support can be brought in. There are too few police officers, so we can only slowly encroach.
The points are still not enough to spend.
We must start a wave in Colombia's new judicial department. If we kill a group of people, we will definitely earn a lot of points.
……
Sonora, edge city.
The city of Obregon is about 50 kilometers away from the Corona River. It is the only way to go from the north to the belly. There is only one national highway. As we all know, the roads in Mexico are really bad. In many places Can't even put my foot down.
Those with military industrial capabilities in Latin America will independently develop weapons and equipment suitable for the "local environment."
Stuck in Obregon City is like blocking the lifeblood.
Here is also Sonora’s excellent 64th Brigade and 442nd Infantry Regiment, with a full strength of more than 1,100 people. A descendant of Governor Irvin Lozano’s family is in charge.
Excellence does not mean that he can fight well, but that...
He is full of talent!
Unlike other places where you work as a soldier during the day and as a drug dealer at night, the salary given by the Lozano family is also very high, which can basically support the family.
It was raining lightly at night.
Everyone turned off the lights, and in the leader’s room you could still hear the sounds of people drinking and drinking, and you could still hear the melodious sound.
In the dormitory of Alvarez, the confidential staff officer not far away, he could not see his fingers, but his breathing was noisy. Under the moonlight outside, the figures were vague.
"Gentlemen!"
"We are soldiers. Although it is the duty of soldiers to obey orders, there is absolutely no way I will resist Victor for drug dealers!"
"This is internal strife! We must not let this happen."
"I plan to surrender. No unnecessary bloodshed can occur, but you are willing to follow me!" Alvarez said solemnly, "Only by resisting can Mexico survive!"
"Go! Reversal of chaos , return to the right path!"
Alvarez pulled the gun, and all 15 officers of all levels in the room pulled it. He was not older than 24 years old, and graduated from the Heroic Military Academy of Mexico. He was considered a top student. The heart is full of passion, but the power is insufficient.
When Victor's "Nail" plan approached him, he quickly agreed.
Resist foreign aggression and fight for national independence, fight bravely and bravely!
This can be regarded as a young man. After he served as the confidential staff officer of the 442nd Regiment, he attracted a group of new officers who had not been corrupted, or in other words, they had not yet had time to be corrupted, and they all had momentum.
Just take advantage of this rainy night!
Changing things out of chaos.
Alvarez opened the door, his eyes bursting with a bright light called "hope" in the darkness, and he rushed into the rain without hesitation.
Swish, swish...
Boots stepped on the muddy road.
Looking at the brightly lit captain's dormitory, Alvarez took a deep breath, rushed over, kicked the door down, and saw... a disgusting scene inside.
The naked senior executives are doing cowardly things.
They were startled when they heard the noise. The leader of the group, Falcao Lozano, raised his head and saw that it was this group of young men who were not dealing with him. He frowned and was about to scold him when he saw Alvarez picked up his submachine gun and fired directly!
No nonsense, the main focus is efficiency.
The women here are also part of the drug cartel, and they will be killed without mercy!
Other officers following him also fired.
Suddenly…
Was beaten into a hornet's nest.
Alvarez went up and grabbed Falcao Lozano's head and cut it off directly, "Call all the soldiers!"
"Tonight, take down Obregon City!”
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(End of this chapter)