Chapter 187 Mr. Guzman, where are you! Victor... so fierce!
In a woods four or five kilometers away from the steel plant.
Here is a dilapidated hut, covered with dust and cobwebs. The mouse stuck its head out and looked at the man with his hands and feet tied and wearing a blindfold in the house, with a confused look on his face. After shouting twice, he boldly crawled towards a man.
"Oh! Shet! Damn it! Damn it!" The man trembled, twisted his body vigorously, and screamed strangely. The sound was very abrupt in the depressing atmosphere, and scared the others. People jumped.
“Bogdan? Bogdan, what’s wrong with you!”
"What are you screaming about! Shut up! Idiot, do you want drug dealers to kill us?"
These people are obviously "kidnapped" reporters.
"Something...something got into my crotch! Hurry...help me." The voice of the photographer named Bogdan was filled with tears.
Men...
You can lose face, money, and life, but your lifeblood cannot be damaged.
Hearing his screams, all the male reporters subconsciously raised their sphincters.
“Just be patient...and it will be over!”
Bogdan yelled, “Bear your mother! ###%*&*%@%”, all of which were followed by local slang. The scolding was too dirty.
When Ka Dazuo heard this, he said, "Yo Xi".
Tu tu tu tu…
A burst of gunfire suddenly rang out, and Bogdan's mouth suddenly became silent as if a power button had been pressed.
The only thing that can make people shut up is weapons!
The truth?
Only those with weapons can reason.
Look at that little shabby house with hundreds of successful people in suits and ties, and then, as soon as those five people open their mouths, even if it’s fart, the others have to suck it in hard, and then Let me say, "Brother is right!"
The rat in Bogdan's crotch also heard the gunshot, tensed up, ran out of his trouser leg, and ran away with its tail between its legs.
Bounce!
The wooden door was kicked open from the outside, and the reporters with their eyes tied hurriedly shrank.
"The Anti-Terrorism Team of the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency!"
The person who broke in shouted.
This is the same as the FBI in the movie. It actually serves to deter and remind the other party to avoid shooting.
Narcotics Enforcement Administration?
"Help us! We are reporters!" Bogdan jumped up again. After others took off his blindfold, he still complained when he looked at the heavily armed anti-terrorism team in front of him. , "Oh, damn! You are finally here, Falk! Why are there drug dealers in the rear!"
"This world is not safe." Commander Marcus Phoenix shrugged and waved his hand , "Get out, get out!"
"Where are our things?" a reporter asked.
"We are the police force, not caring people. We received news that there is a group of drug dealers here, and our mission is to eliminate them."
Marcus Phoenix looked at his watch and frowned, "If If you don’t want to withdraw, then you can keep it.”
After hearing this, the reporters hurriedly got in the car and left.
Camera?
MD, I will ask my boss for mental damages when I go back!
Hold!
Never come back to this shitty place called Mexico.
Sitting in the police car, Bogdan glanced outside. He suddenly felt something was wrong. After the car drove away, he suddenly thought.
The drug dealer... why is there no body on the ground?
Bogdan was very smart. He sensed something was wrong. He glanced at the policeman sitting in front of him, and a bold idea swirled in his mind. Suddenly, he saw There was a pair of eyes staring at me in the reflector.
The two people's eyes just met.
The look in Marcus Phoenix's eyes seemed like it could eat a person.
Bogdan quickly lowered his head.
Oh my god! Scared to death.
That drug dealer... came here very strangely. This man looked more like a drug dealer than a drug dealer.
"What's wrong with you?" A fellow reporter asked when he saw him like this.
“No…it’s okay, my balls hurt.” Bogdan hesitated and squeezed out a few words.
Marcus Phoenix, who was sitting in front, smiled when he heard this.
There is no shortage of smart people in this world.
The identity of a reporter is very sensitive, but it is not impossible that some people have died in Mexico. If you disobey, you will be shot.
Victor was relatively "merciful". At least he didn't really kill them. He just didn't want them to cause trouble. In other hot spots, he took them all away with a thermobaric bomb.
The worst thing is to apologize afterwards.
No organization would really start a war for civilians!
And at the same time the capital is Hermosillo.
The drug dealers who couldn’t contact Alfredo panicked!
The phone call cannot be reached!
The BP machine has not been contacted either.
The people sent to the steel plant disappeared, as if they disappeared out of thin air.
"Gone! All gone! Alfredo must have run away." In the conference room of the city hall, a drug dealer with a tattoo on his face said gloomily.
His logo is "Juarez".
"Impossible! Don't fart, we in Sinaloa can't be deserters."
"Then tell me, where are the others? Why can't we contact them?"
"Is it possible? ...Dead?" Someone said suddenly, and everyone fell silent. The Sinaloa drug dealer turned his head and glared at each other!
"What nonsense are you talking about! You MD, your boss is dead."
The drug dealer who was scolded did not dare to reply.
“There are more than 1,600 drug dealers in the steel plant, and about 400 people who are unwilling to leave join in, making up 2,000 people. With so many people, even if the pigs are shot on the ground, they may not be able to kill them all. What did Victor rely on? Did he throw a nuclear bomb? Were you fooled by him? The signal must be bad and we can't contact you. "
Just the huge explosion yesterday...
Just forget it. Even drug dealers believe it when they say nuclear bombs are dropped!
Anyway, few people who were bombed by nuclear bombs are still alive, right?
Just when people inside were noisy, the door was suddenly opened, revealing a Los Zetas member with "KY" tattooed on his neck with a solemn face.
"Mr. Alfredo...is dead!"
…
"Resistance members and drug dealers in Hermosillo, listen, the steel plant has been seized by the anti-drug force The leader of the Sinaloa drug cartel, Alfredo Beltran Leyva, has been killed. Please surrender immediately! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
"The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency warned armed personnel in the city to put down their weapons. Surrender and continue to be with drug dealers will only lead to death.”
"We also remind ordinary people to hide at home and wait for the liberation of Hermosillo!"
A Bell 212 helicopter was flying over the city, shouting loudly from a loudspeaker.
There was also a cage hanging below, with Alfredo's head inside, which was displayed to the whole city. In order to prevent the head from shaking, his head was clamped with wooden boards on both sides.
Well...his face looks a lot smaller.
The people below raised their heads in shock. They couldn't see clearly, and some even didn't know who Alfredo was.
But they know that there are no more drug dealers in the steel factory!
Sonora is close to Sinaloa. What good prospects can you get if you hang out with bad students? Most adult men are almost related to drugs. The state has 180,000 square kilometers of land and DM plantations. There are more than 700 laboratories, and there are even more laboratories for new drugs.
If it weren’t for the fear of other people making irresponsible remarks, Victor would have all been humanely destroyed by you.
Mexico has been unavailable for at least the past three generations.
They have been destroyed by drugs. Even if Victor wants to govern the place, he cannot use them, otherwise his efforts will be in vain soon.
Therefore, the political situation in Baja California is that drug addicts and drug traffickers cannot be employed as civil servants, and political review is extremely strict.
"Any behavior that hinders the anti-drug force is illegal!"
"Knock him down! Beat him down!" The furious drug traffickers yelled and raised the flag on the rooftop. The anti-aircraft machine gun fired at the Bell 212 in mid-air.
But the pilot who had long realized something was wrong suddenly raised the flight altitude and dropped a series of jamming bombs. It was like pulling out a big piece of shit under his buttocks. Just left.
Chicken feathers were left on the ground, and internal turmoil began.
"Mr. Alfredo is dead, what should we do? Who will command us?"
"Where is Guzman? Where is Guzman!"
"You Sinaloa Why do we want Juarez to fight for the Asian Group's territory? Stop it! Stop it!"
This is the shortcoming of the "rabble". When encountering difficulties, they have to shrink back and even get angry. Get up, almost start to do it!
"Hey, hey, put down the gun!"
A group of people from the Spanish intelligence service also heard the broadcast and looked at each other.
"Alfredo died? It was too sudden! I think it must have something to do with the two explosions." Four Eyes shouted.
Marcelinho yawned, "OK, OK, the organization will send you to ask Victor. It's best to catch him and torture him. I have already filed a leave report."
"Hey!" The four-eyed guy waved his hands dissatisfied, and became even more disgusted with this officer's behavior, "You are the leader of the branch, do you just let us watch the scenery here every day? What if we let Victor really finish the sweep? Drug traffickers, a clean and united Mexico is not in our interest”
“We want to continue to spread the glory of Spain here”
The sound of these words made my feet dig out of the three rooms and one living room in embarrassment.
“The glory of Spain should be in the king’s crotch, not on us. Maybe we should manage his lower body, otherwise, we will definitely make a fool of ourselves all over the world.” Marceli Neo spread his hands.
What Spanish glory.
I’m from Catalonia, not Spain. What the hell does it have to do with me?
"You idiot!" The boy with four eyes was obviously a royalist. Hearing this, he was very angry and wanted to stand up and challenge him.
"I am a three-time Spanish kickboxing champion. Are you sure you want to beat me up?"
When the four-eyed boy heard this, he immediately became quiet and his face turned red. "This is your job!"
“Give me such a small amount of money, I want to go to the sea to make a movie.”
Marcelinho opened his hand, “Give me such a small amount of money, and let me risk my life? Okay, starting from today, you You are the person in charge of the branch. You have the final say from now on. Don’t bother me.”
Who would be working if it wasn’t for the money bank mortgage.
"I must go to the superior to complain against you!" Siyanzi pointed at him and shouted.
"Thank you, remember to ask him to put last year's bonus into the card."
Marcelinho spread his hands and didn't care.
Looks like I need to change my job.
I wonder... if Victor needs anyone there.
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(End of this chapter)