Chapter 169 Take a good look at what they did!
"Call the DEA people up together."
Victor stopped Casare who was about to give the order, and said with a smile, "The credit must go to Jonathan Pani. Mr. Er also joined in and took their people to the largest marked passage. "
Casare immediately understood what the boss meant.
Let the two departments, DEA and CBP (U.S. Customs and Border Protection), argue. As one of the executive departments under the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, CBP has special forces.
"The tunnel is relatively narrow and not suitable for large-scale operations. Should we get some other weapons?"
"For example?" Victor asked with raised eyebrows, always feeling that this guy couldn't hold back anything good.
“Dichlorodiethyl sulfide!”
Casare stared at Victor and said cautiously.
“Do you want to send me to a military court?” Victor couldn’t help laughing.
"If the drug dealers are still alive, maybe they can sue them. If we kill them all, wouldn't there be no victims?"
What a great idea!
Victor didn't know where the military court door opened, but with such a subordinate, sooner or later he had to identify the door.
“Go, go, we are moral!”
Victor took two steps forward and suddenly stopped, “But... maybe the drug dealers themselves will bring dichlorodioxide with them. Ethyl sulfide went to sell drugs, and then accidentally dropped it? ”
"Are you right?"
Casare smiled and nodded, "I will contact Mr. Jonathan Panier right away."
The drug dealer carries dichloride with him. Is ethyl sulfide reasonable?
Hmm!
Very reasonable.
"Hey! Zolph Sherman! Bring your people, and bring dichlorodiethyl sulfide..." Casare shouted loudly.
Victor picked up his shoe and smashed it over, "Keep your voice down, idiot."
Casare turned around and laughed, maybe he was too excited, he was led astray by his boss, As long as he can kill the drug dealer, the more miserable the death of the drug dealer, the more comfortable he will be!
Victor stood on the steps, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the morning star in the distance, shining hard in the darkness.
It turns out…
The way to fight against drugs is not to fight drug dealers, but to fight the whole world!
“What are you afraid of?”
“Just kill him!”
“Whoever stands in the way of my anti-drug campaign is my enemy!”< br>
……
Jonathan Parnell was woken up by a phone call in a hazy state.
When he heard that a "large drug dealer tunnel" had been discovered, he jumped out of bed and rushed out of the dormitory. He grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the dormitory, buttoning his buttons while facing his colleagues' dormitory. There was a knock on the door.
"Don't sleep! We have a mission!"
When he arrived downstairs, other employees of the DEA Mexico branch also came down in a daze. There were only 6 people in total. In fact, There were originally 12 people, but then 3 were transferred. It was really terrible!
It is said that Camarena's death gave drug dealers no courage to offend the DEA, but that was because he died so tragically!
If there was a shootout on the road and the DEA was killed, that would be possible.
Drug dealers are drug dealers after all!
The desperadoes are just jealous of you, not afraid of you. If you really dare to cut off their financial path, what do you think?
However, it has been different since the addition of the peripheral member "Victor".
If our DEA can’t handle it in Mexico, I’ll give it a try!
When Jonathan Panier saw the people gathered, he led them onto a "Bell 212" helicopter, which was sponsored by the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency".
Buzzing~
The propellers made a sound, and the helicopter soared into the sky.
“Our mission this time is to cooperate with the Mexican anti-drug forces to sweep one of the large tunnels. All you have to do is talk less and learn more! See how they control drugs.” Jonatan Panier said.
The employees looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
After circling for more than 40 minutes, the helicopter finally arrived at a jungle in northern Sonora near Baja California.
When they came down, there were already hundreds of people busy below, and they were pulling military dogs.
"Mr. Jonatan!" Casare greeted with a smile.
Jonathan Panier also showed enough respect for the popular person next to Victor, shook hands with him, and smiled, "Can I take the liberty to ask how this tunnel was discovered? ?”
“This place is very remote...”
Casare looked at him with strange eyes, brother, the people in your camp have been infiltrated, you are still here to prohibit drugs, you are charging in front, and others are stealing your hometown.
But some things are not suitable to say.
It can’t be said that it was confiscated by killing the people at the Border Administration.
“Our intelligence agency found it in a drug dealer stronghold.”
Jonathan Panier always felt that the other party was hiding something.
"Casare, we found the tunnel!" Zolph Sherman shouted in the distance.
Fatty Ka ran over quickly.
Jonatan Panier turned to look at the employees, "Study hard!"
When they ran to Zolf Sherman's position, they saw a The military dog lay down in front of a stone and barked hard. Four or five police officers pushed the stone away, revealing a 1.6-meter deep hole.
“Go in and have a look.”
The EDM police officer poked a few meters inside and said, "Head, there is a hollow below!"
A group of people walked in. Casare poked his head over and saw a cliff below, with two steel ladders hanging next to it. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a loud noise, and then saw two heads poking out from the curved corner below.
They also happened to see a group of people above. They were startled, took out their guns and shot!
“Careful!!”
Casare shouted, and Zolph Sherman and Jonathan Panier fell back.
Chug tug tug...
The bullet grazed the top of his head and hit the rock above.
"Blow them up! Blow them up!" Casare pointed at the police officer behind him and said.
The police officer took out a grenade and threw it down, beng! The blasted tunnel shook several times.
“Get out!”
Zolf Sherman calmly greeted everyone to leave and ran out of the cave, giving orders.
“Take a good look.” Jonathan Panier pulled off his clothes and said to the employees.
"Prepare dichlorodiethyl sulfide!" A voice came from afar.
"Boss, this dichlorodiethyl sulfide seems to be..." A DEA employee, who was obviously good at chemistry, was frightened when he heard it, and hurriedly climbed up to Jonathan's ear and whispered a few words. sentence.
“What!”
"Are you serious?"
The DEA employee nodded, and Jonatan ran over as soon as he heard it, "Casare, Casare!"
"What's wrong? Jonah Mr. Tan?”
“You plan to use dichlorodiethyl sulfide? This is a prohibited weapon!”
“They ban theirs, and we use ours. There is no conflict. Huh?" Casare said with a smile, "Besides, drug dealers are not on the protected list. Our boss said, this is called salvation. Send them to God and let God enlighten them." After all, Jonatan is! Without much say, I could only watch as several police officers wore gas masks and rushed into the cave with grenades in hand, spraying 10 rounds into the dense tunnel below!
"Put the rock on top!"
After Zolf Sherman waited for the police to withdraw, he put the rock on top again, clapped his hands, and looked at his watch, "Now We only need to wait for another hour and we can almost close the team."
"Aren't you going to send someone down?" asked Qiao Tanner.
"If they have the ability, they can climb out on their own. If they want to go down, why should we release the gas?" Zolf Sherman asked back, which immediately left the other party speechless. Word.
There was no intention of letting them leave alive.
I can’t believe it, these drug dealers can still open their lungs.
"Captain, you want us to learn this? But... we are not equipped with dichlorodiethyl sulfide either!" the employee muttered to Jonatan.
There is really no way to learn this.
When he disagreed with me, he jumped up and down in front of the military court.
"Want to play?" Casare's ears were pointed and he grinned when he heard the DEA employee's words. "Then resign and join us. We have the most methods against drug dealers. You can see Hummers dismembered, cannonballs detonating heads, Trolls criticize Mozambique's shooting skills, and even if you see some harsh words, You can also smash their mouths with an ashtray."
"Isn't it exciting?"
"Hey! Casare, don't scare the kids, these are me. New employees recruited from China," Joe Tanner said with a push.
Casare smiled and said, "Newcomers, that's good, you have to exercise."
Zolf Sherman just called him at the other end, so he ran over and left. I didn't forget to say before, "The DEA's methods are too gentle. Next time I will take you to see our prison."
"Captain, they... they look like gangsters!"
"No, they are!" Joe Tanner said a few words, then turned around, "Don't even think about going to them, at least The benefits are definitely good at DEA.”
The employees laughed.
……
5 kilometers away, we are already in the United States!
Two large pickup trucks were parked with the CBP (Border Administration) logo written on them.
Four or five Americans were smoking cigarettes a little impatiently.
"Bartland, how long has it been? Where's the goods!" A black man wearing jeans shouted to a white man.
"Dunlap, don't worry, is your mother waiting for you to go back to breastfeed?" Butland turned around and cursed while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
The black man was so angry that he wanted to come up and fuck him. The companion next to him quickly grabbed him, and the tattoos painted on the black man's wrist could be seen during the tearing.
Crip gang!
Crip gang and CBP team up to transport drugs across the border?
TMD, even if you say it, no one will believe it.
Sir and rustle~
There was a sound of movement in the weeds on the roadside.
The white man Butland stood up straight. He was not as calm as he thought. That was enough goods to satisfy hundreds of thousands of drug addicts in Phoenix. He could get tens of thousands of dollars in remuneration for transporting a batch.
Big head?
Of course the director took it away.
But the black man Dunlap couldn't help it, and rushed down with his younger brother.
“OMG! What is this!”
Not long after, I heard his cursing and shouting, and saw Dunlap and his men climbing up in embarrassment, with a foul odor on their bodies and something like vomit on their hands.
"What's wrong?"
"Down below... below..." Dunlap pointed down, his tone stammering. What could scare a gang member like this?
Bartland slid down the grass with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he got close to the hole, he smelled a foul smell. He felt nauseous and his face suddenly changed. He had served in the American army. He knew instantly what it was.
“Fuck!”
"Help...help me!" A weak voice came, and he saw a drug dealer lying next to him, his face so rotten that he was almost covered with maggots.
Bartland took a breath, took out his gun Biubius and killed the opponent.
I climbed back to the road in a hurry, looking very ugly.
“TMD, someone lost dichlorodiethyl sulfide in the tunnel! The goods are gone!”
Black Dunlap’s eyes were blank, he had never read a book, and he didn’t know what this was. ?
Butland said a name that is familiar to everyone.
The other party immediately felt cold all over.
"Let's go to the hospital! I want to go to the hospital!" Dunlap pulled his little brother and left. The two sides were fighting. The black people looked very awesome, but in fact, when they encountered fierce things, they Sometimes I'm timid.
"Boss, do you want to go to the hospital?" the CBP employee looked at Butland and asked.
"MD! It must have been done by the anti-drug force over there, definitely Victor!"
You said you were cracking down on drugs, why are you ruining our way of making money?
"Let's go back first. We must settle the score with Victor and ask the big boss to find the special forces to kill him!"
Of course, these are just angry words.
The big boss knows that if they are selling drugs, they will be the first to be killed.
“If we don’t have these goods, I’m afraid the Lame Gang and the Blood Gang won’t give up.” The employee said rather worriedly.
"Then let them go to the other side and ask for it from Victor. As long as they have the ability, they won't have their necks chopped off and then hung on the border railing!"
Butland was obviously in a bad mood! , cursed loudly twice, and got in the car directly to go back. But when he returned to the bureau, he originally thought he would be scolded by the director, but who knew that he was not the only one who failed to get the goods.
No one is delivering goods in the other aisles!
A few colleagues even ran in and never came back.
Bartland felt a little relieved mentally. If everyone didn’t get the goods, then I can’t be the only one to scold me.
He hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the director's door.
"What's the matter!" the director asked with a dark face.
"Boss, I found that all drug dealers are contaminated with diethyl chloride sulfide."
The director raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"
"I am overseas Served," Butland said.
The director immediately understood that Americans often do this overseas.
“TMD!”
“Victor is so disrespectful, Director, where are the two Flemings we sent?”
The Director shook his head, “No news. I also called the National Guard, but their people didn't come back."
Butlan tensed up, "Could it be..."
"No, it can't be. They are members of the US government."
But aren't there many people from the US government who died outside?
And you still sneaked there.
"No! I have to contact the people above. We can't let Victor cut off our financial resources like this anymore. If it doesn't work, we can only find mercenaries to kill him!"
The director's eyes also changed. Very ruthless. With an income of hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, of course he is ruthless.
Cut off people's money!
Killing parents!
But Victor... likes to do both, cut off the drug dealer's money, and then kill the drug dealer's parents!
(End of this chapter)