Chapter 189 Let reporters witness the establishment of the North American Association!
I don’t know if the police are good people.
Anyway, every one of you sitting here will be shot if you poop out. Put a grenade on it and blow it up for you.
What is written on the left and right sides of Victor’s forehead is: Loyalty to the Emperor and Body to the Country!
Will he be a bad guy?
It's just that the drug dealers don't understand his good intentions. How about you all line up and let Victor sweep over with a single shot?
Two consecutive news caught the Mexican drug lords off guard!
Especially the death of Gallardo.
This marks the true end of an era!
"The three giants of Guadalajara must have been killed by Victor." Juarez boss Aguilar whispered softly next to him.
He is a police officer, so he certainly understands what an achievement this is.
Equivalent to...
Grow potatoes in Siberia, and then you find that the potatoes bloom... cherry blossoms?
It should be about the same.
Abrego next to him looked equally solemn. Only as Mexicans did they know what Victor had accomplished.
Pablo and the people in the Cali group actually knew Gallardo.
The KKY business in Colombia was cooperated at that time, and the personal relationship was still very good. When Gallardo was arrested, it was said that Pablo planned to send people to rob the execution site.
But...it was canceled because the distance was too far.
The atmosphere gradually became tense...
When Miguel wanted to continue talking with his big mouth, he was pulled back by Gilbert next to him, and he glared at his little brother, mouth I just can't get to the door.
"After the Hermosillo Steel Plant was knocked down, there will be almost no barrier in Sonora. If Victor continues to move south, Sinaloa will soon fall into war."
Guzman deeply Taking a breath and analyzing it calmly, he glanced at everyone, "Then the territory we can control will be less and less."
"By then, there will be one less section of the US-Mexico border, and our The transportation channel has to be cut off again, and the money you put into your pocket every year will be at least several hundred million dollars less."
The smart thing about Guzman is that he will not take this benefit to himself alone. It had to be shared equally with everyone. Sinaloa was his hometown, and his mother and ancestral graves were still there.
He also has several mistresses.
You said you asked them to help you beat Victor, and they would definitely not use force. You said you would make hundreds of millions less, and they immediately became angry!
After the Caribbean Road was cut off by the Americans, the Colombians could only rely on Mexican transportation, and the interests of both parties were also on the same line.
Loss of several hundred million dollars? !
If you take this money to Las Vegas in the United States, do you know what kind of treatment you can enjoy? You can already be an emperor. If you ask which star you want to crawl into your bed at night, all you need is a phone call.
Bang!
Miguel slammed the coffee table next to him, and all the big guys looked at him, "This kind of thing will never happen! Kill Victor!"
"Brother, are you right? ”
His mistress wants to eat.
His sports car needs gas.
Gilbert frowned at the side and nodded slowly, "He has destroyed the drug trafficking ecological environment in North America. This is going backwards in history. What? He also wants to be the emperor of Mexico. A dictator in North America? ”
"This is absolutely impossible. Don't worry, our Cali Group will definitely support you with all our strength and we must overthrow tyrants like Victor."
"The same goes for the Medellin Group." Pablo was unwilling to accept it. The lagging one went on to say, he used US dollars to wake up his nose and threw the one hundred US dollars into the trash can with yellow liquid on it.
This... is a bit annoying.
"Tomorrow at the New Judicial Building, I plan to invite reporters to witness the establishment of our North American Association!"
Holy crap!
Call a reporter?
Playing so big?
Everyone present looked at him in shock. Are you kidding me?
We are... villains, okay.
"Isn't this too high-profile? The Americans may be very unhappy." The cautious Gilbert felt that this was not a good idea. Wouldn't it be better to keep a low profile while earning some money?
Miguel, who had a fierce look on his face, was very excited. He was a bit crazy.
It's a bit of a super hero symptom, that is, no one can refute him, except his eldest brother. Once when he was in a bar, because he was drinking, a bartender laughed at his drinking capacity, and then...
He was brutally tortured to death in front of hundreds of people.
How cruel?
Even if I write it down, it will be like a mosaic.
In the end, the police arrested him, but he was released after only a few hours of detention. This was just the tip of his iceberg. He once shouted in front of the media, "Colombia should let our brothers come."
Arrogant and high-profile!
A sharp contrast to his elder brother.
His brother is famous for being...low-key.
Sure enough, two kinds of people can be born from one egg.
"Brother, what are you afraid of? Americans, we have already trafficked drugs, why are we afraid of them? Isn't it the CIA and DEA? Just kill them!"
"We spied on people from the U.S. Embassy in Colombia ..."
Miguel said carelessly next to him.
"Shut up!" Gilbert shouted angrily.
The other party was so frightened that he trembled. When he saw the angry look on the other party, he shut his mouth obediently. When he was a child... Miguel was often spanked. Whenever he talked back, he was slapped. I can't tell the difference between my butt and my face.
He is not afraid of anyone but his own brother.
Gilbert has the urge to strangle Miguel. Is it okay to monitor the US ambassador?
He looked at the others, who all looked at him with strange eyes, and forced a smile, "He is young..."
"He is 40 years old, maybe." Bro was petty, and when he saw Miguel being called a dog, he said something strangely.
Well, a 40-year-old kid.
Gilbert's face turned green.
Guzman saw something was wrong in the atmosphere from the side. Why are Colombians so "so disunited"?
“It doesn’t matter whether Americans are happy or not. What’s important is that we have to be happy. If we don’t keep a high profile, they will hit us. If we keep a high profile, they won’t be able to use more force. What are we afraid of? The United States is so close to Mexico, who wants to fight? We, we will kill their whole family!" Abrego's eyes were sinister and scary. Oh shit!
Another crazy one.
Guzman glanced at Aguilar, and the Juarez speaker looked worried, and the two looked at each other.
I actually feel a little worried about the future of the North American Association.
"As long as we are ruthless enough, the Yankees are not that scary. Haven't I killed enough CIAs?" Pablo shrugged and said directly in a no-nonsense tone, "Then it's decided. , I will arrange the reporter's affairs."
"I hope your choice is right!" Gilbert said.
“My ability is that I am always right, 1+1 is whatever I say.” Pablo grinned.
In this dull atmosphere, the "giant meeting" adjourned.
"I hope to hear about the death of Javier Dogomínz tonight, Guzman." Pablo said.
The dwarf nodded, "No problem, the whole family will gather in heaven tonight."
"Do you need our information?" Miguel turned his head, "Which woman is he hiding in?" We all know the room."
"I can handle it," Guzman smirked.
When he walked out of the room, he saw Arturo standing outside. When he saw him, he ran up and said, "Cousin."
Guzman nodded, hesitated, and stopped, "Arturo Luo."
"What happened?"
"The Hermosillo Steel Plant was attacked by Victor, and everyone inside was dead, including Alfredo..."< br>
Arturo's expression changed from shock to confusion, and then his eyes suddenly widened in complete disbelief, and his body shook.
Guzman stretched out his hand to help him.
I heard an exclamation from the other end.
"What! Salcedo is dead?!"
Miguel was holding the phone with a look of shock on his face, followed by yelling, and the two brothers left in a hurry.
Guzman frowned. The engineer is gone?
Got killed?
…
Portello Museum.
This is one of the must-visit places in Bogota.
It is considered a famous "street" in Colombia. In addition to the museum, there is also the famous local "human sculpture" next to it. Of course, there are real people inside.
Therefore, many curious tourists come here.
Many vendors will set up stalls here.
Salcedo, wearing a newsboy cap and a windbreaker, was walking among the crowd, looking around.
When I saw the familiar fried banana stall, I was about to walk over when I was suddenly blocked by a figure.
“Sir, would you like a balloon?”
There was a clown in front of him, and his face was very...weird, like he was crying and laughing at the same time.
"No, thank you!" Salcedo frowned and waved. He wanted to leave, but the other party grabbed his arm. "Sir, if you don't want balloons, can you buy something?"
< br>"I'm still selling french fries, come and take a look."
"No! I won't eat it, don't bother me!" Salcedo said harshly, trying to struggle, but that The clown's hands grabbed him tightly, holding on tightly like a pair of pliers, and dragged him over.
Two men were chatting on the street, but no one came in. Instead, they looked at each other with strange eyes.
"Let's take a look and support me. It's not easy to make some money now."
Seeing that he couldn't shirk it, Salcedo could only nod, "Okay, okay, let me go and let me see what else is there." Something."
"There are fried chicken wings, and French fries, and there's something good, come and see." The clown twitched his fingers and asked him to come closer, pointing to the frying pan. .
Salcedo frowned and put his head over. Before his body could stand still, a hand suddenly pressed down on his head from top to bottom!
Stuff his entire face directly into the frying pan!
Like crackling fried dough sticks.
“Ah!!”
Salcedo waved his hands vigorously and overturned everything around him. There were many tourists around, and everyone was frightened by this scene. When I arrived, I ran away in a panic, and the trash can next to me was overturned.
"Add some seasoning for you!" The clown chuckled and poured chili powder into the oil pan.
Salcedo swung his fist randomly and hit the opponent's chest. As soon as his hand was loosened, he broke away, and his face... was rotten!
The bomb was bloody and bloody.
He screamed and knelt on the ground. Who could bear this pain?
“The fries are out of the pot!”
The clown smiles, life or death is uncertain.
He grabbed a handful of bamboo skewers and stabbed Salcedo back and forth on the neck. This move was so decisive and cruel that his neck and face were like briquettes.
He swallowed directly.
He died quite miserably.
The clown was still worried. He smiled, took out a grenade, pulled out the lead and stuffed it into the opponent's clothes. Then he covered his ears and ran with his legs high, while making weird noises in his mouth. scream.
This... doesn't look like a normal person.
Collapse~! ! !
Exploded...exploded.
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(End of this chapter)