Chapter 205 Victor...believer?
Santa Fe Bogotá, Cabrera District.
This is the luxury area for the rich.
High-ranking officials, rich celebrities, and even many drug dealers have villas here.
The famous Colombian drug lord Gonzalo Rodríguez Gacha once lived here. He was nicknamed: "The Mexican" and was in charge of the militia branch under the Medellin Group. confidant.
Well...
That is, last year, on December 15, 1989, he was shot dead.
What does this mean?
Being a dog to Pablo will lead to a quick death.
Colombian Security Minister Carlos Jeraz Restrepo, who is about 60 years old, wearing reading glasses, is cleaning a Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun , very carefully, there are bullets standing next to it.
He had a "language" conflict with Pablo, and after sending soldiers to implement a comprehensive curfew, he worked hard to maintain order on the surface.
But...
A ridiculous scene occurred. After the 76th Brigade Commander Major General Isaac Asimov was killed, the parliament immediately shifted all the responsibility to On his head, he was directly deprived of his position as security minister, and all his external bodyguards were removed.
This is simply unfounded.
Is the combat effectiveness of the Colombian government army worse in a day or two?
When did you get hard?
But Restrepo smelled of conspiracy.
After returning home, he dispersed all the servants at home, and his son’s family also asked them to leave Colombia and go to Tijuana, Mexico to join Victor!
He is very sober. He understands that only the "kill, kill, kill" model can completely eradicate drug dealers. In the United States, if you don't have money, others will not protect you. Moreover, local gangs, drug dealers, and black criminals in the United States There are many organizations. If you get paid to do things, you might be killed tomorrow if you go there.
In Tijuana…
Victor eyes Mexico!
Myself?
Have you seen the escaped security minister!
CNMD!
Behind Restrepo, there is a photo hanging. It shows him when he was young, about 21 years old, wearing a military uniform, and his eyes revealed his longing for the future.
Dong Dong Dong~
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Restrepo paused with his hands, his breathing suddenly stopped, and his cloudy eyes flashed.
I flicked the Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun and stared at the door. The sound of knocking on the door suddenly became quiet, but it was more like a kind of depression before the storm!
peng!
peng!
Sure enough, within a few seconds, someone suddenly kicked the door hard, very hard.
CNMD!
Mr. Restrepo cursed in a low voice. Colombians have a bad temper, and they are relatively wild existences even in Latin America where they are not human.
The three well-known categories, Ah San in estrus, the drunk bear, and... the reckless man in the Silver Triangle area,
He rushed over, faced the door and pulled the trigger decisively!
12 gauge shotgun shells.
Hmm...
The door was hit to the core, and even the people outside were affected. After this blow, I hugged my belly and wailed outside, but He was also very moral, and he didn't forget to shout to other people outside when he was shot.
“Avoid!”
Restrepo took advantage of your illness to kill you, but he did not forget to return to the table and put the lit cigar in his mouth again.
Colombians!
Romantic.
He rushed out of the room with a shotgun in hand. He was so brave that he frightened the gunman outside.
“That bastard Pablo, is he worthy of my life?!”
"Where are the others?!"
The minister pulled the cover and shot the unlucky guy who didn't react, poof!
The shotgun at close range is a "brain-making machine". Each shot will make no sound. If someone makes a second sound, it is definitely a ghost.
The other gunmen hurriedly hid behind the car, unable to lift their heads after being beaten.
But after all, the ammunition capacity is only seven rounds.
Just finish it!
Restrepo subconsciously continued to press the trigger, but the only feedback was the sound of empty magazine hanging up. His heart sank. When he raised his head, he saw the gunman standing up and emptying the magazine at him.
Bang bang bang!
At least he was hit by more than 20 bullets, and the sports students had to shake their heads after seeing it.
The body fell heavily!
He really opened his eyes.
The sky in Colombia is so beautiful!
I’m so tired!
Finally able to have a good rest...
"Cut off his head! Mr. Pablo said, throw his head into the government building!" The dignified Colombian Security Minister, Even though the word "front" is used, he is so useless!
For example, many former security ministers in Mexico will fly to the United States overnight after retirement or resignation. In addition to enjoying life, the most important thing is to avoid being "hunted" by drug traffickers.
You are useless!
What else are you doing if you keep it?
Professional ethics?
Drug dealers have a fucking moral bottom line.
This group of gunmen were obviously veterans. They rushed into the city hall with Restrepo's head in hand and honked the horn vigorously at the military police guarding outside.
When the government troops saw "North American Narcotics Association" written on the other side's car, they didn't dare to say anything and looked at each other.
“Hey!”
The drug dealer in the passenger seat stuck his head out and whistled arrogantly. After all the military police looked over, he directly pulled Restret Bo's head was thrown to the ground, and it wasn't even wrapped in a bag!
What a stingy NMD!
That head rolled into the middle of the road... shocking everyone.
“From now on!”
“Colombia’s daytime belongs to us too!”
………
Tijuana, Mexico.
There is a sea of people outside the newly opened "Anti-Drug Education Exhibition Hall".
This was built after renovating a local museum. The outside wall is a depressing gray. When you walk in, you can see a sentence written by Victor on the door.
“We, guard the blue!”
In order to change the outlook of the next generation, Victor forced all schools, factories and government departments under his rule to visit, and others were voluntary. Admission is free.
How can a museum with such profound educational significance ask for money?
Falled into PYZ.
To change the outlook of the next generation, Victor has spent a lot of money.
When the museum is open, more than 20,000 people come to visit every day, and the number of visitors has even begun to be restricted.
However, there are always some people who don’t have to queue.
For example...
There are 32 members of the "Victor Sect" from the United States, and they are all white or with Asian faces.
Um...
Sometimes I have to sigh, Nico, this creature, should probably be a... good person.
Anyway, they are not very keen on this kind of "just" cause, and they care more about zero-yuan purchases.
Pooh!
The food, clothing, housing, and transportation of this group of "Victor Sect" people are all provided by Victor. He also wants to use this group to expand his influence in the United States.
A female commentator with blond hair and blue eyes introduced them to the things on display.
“This is the golden man’s skull that was searched from the Tijuana drug cartel. According to DNA technology, this skull came from an anti-drug policeman. After he died, the drug dealers brutally cut his body into pieces. And his skull was coated with gold foil as a trophy."
"Under the leadership of Mr. Victor, after defeating this entrenched evil organization, we contacted a teacher before he was in school. From his mouth, we learned that after his sacrifice, his family also suffered When the drug dealers take revenge, everything..." The female commentator said at the end, still crying.
This is definitely what Victor taught.
Too fake!
However, some people really do this, at least a few young white guys are listening attentively.
"Mr. Victor left this here specifically in order to make people remember this spirit and this policeman who dedicated himself to Mexico, everyone!"
"Sacrifice is not terrible, terrible It’s forgotten!”
"Mr. Victor does not allow heroes to bleed and shed tears."
Bah, bang, bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him started to applaud.
"Long live Mr. Victor!"
I don't know who shouted, and then the voices suddenly came and went, and the whole hall sounded long live?
The people of the "Victor Sect" looked at each other, a little restrained.
But it got integrated into it in the end.
Not far away, a reporter "happened" to pass by and took a photo of this scene.
There is a work permit hanging around my neck.
"Mexican Ministry of Information!"
……
(End of this chapter)