Chapter 221 Your body also belongs to Mr. Victor!
Victor can't do it to everyone.
The plate is too big.
Nearly 30,000 people are armed, plus thousands of ordinary civil servants who rely on themselves to make ends meet, and Tijuana has a population of more than 3 million.
If he looks at them one by one, he will have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
The only thing that can be done is to replace the top management with one of your own, and hold the gun tightly.
Of course people who are pinched by golden fingers will not rebel.
But you can’t replace all of Mexico’s more than 100 million people with your own people, right?
It seems...
It’s not impossible.
Then when there are more than 100 million people, what will you do?
Hmm...
You will definitely make money by using a sewing machine.
Tijuana. Night.
Sea Gold Cave in Area 30.
Since the last rectification, the casinos here have become much more legal and compliant. 20 "gambling casinos" have bid for Victor with more than 120 million US dollars, in order to prevent them from becoming bigger and stronger.
Victor's "Hope" company has also invested in it, as well as Tijuana's local financial department, relying on this steady flow of blood.
Don’t worry about no one coming to play. Although the tax is high, the casino pays the fee. The staff inside have the final say on how much handling fee the customer needs.
This place becomes very lively at night.
There are Americans, Mexicans, Guatemalans and even Canadians, and you can also see Asian faces. And relying on casinos, other accompanying industries have also sprung up.
Illegal.
But please don’t forget to pay taxes.
Your body also belongs to Mr. Victor.
With the "government endorsement", District 30 quickly transformed from a dirty, vulgar and chaotic slum neighborhood into a lively entertainment district.
In the first month, nearly $3 million was overcharged to Tijuana’s finance department.
When the situation stabilizes in the future, more and more tourists will visit this place, and it will definitely become a pillar industry.
In the "Maguixiuzitel!" casino.
Inspector Demetrius, who was dressed in civilian clothes, looked at his cards with crazy eyes and pinched his cards hard, shouting loudly, "A! A! A!"
There were many people behind him taking over, shouting loudly, but when the last card was revealed, it was a 6.
"The player has 4 points, the banker has 6 points, and the banker wins!" The dealer shouted from the side.
"CNMD!"
Demetrius immediately threw the cards on the table, pointed at the dealer and scolded, "What the hell are you doing? Damn it, bitch, you haven't even won against me." !”
His voice was so loud that many people at the table next to him looked over.
A Mexican who was watching the scene hurried over with a smile on his face, "Inspector Demetrius, what's wrong? Why aren't you having fun? Have a cigarette to calm down."< br>
“TMD, give me some more money, and I won’t believe that I’m not lucky today!”
The Mexican smiled and looked very kind, "Of course there is no problem, but you have borrowed 200,000 US dollars here, so... do you think you should pay back some first?"
"Gomez, What? Are you afraid that I can’t afford to pay you back?”
The other party cursed in his heart, if it weren’t for your background, your boss would be called Victor. In the past, you, a stinky policeman, would have been beaten to death and thrown into the street. .
I’ll lend you 200,000 yuan because you are a police inspector!
“Forget it, let’s stop playing! Damn it!” Demetrius saw the look in the other person’s eyes and knew that it would not be easy to get money again. After cursing, he stood up and walked towards Walk outside the casino.
"Boss, just let him go like this?" You Mazai asked Gomez.
"What should we do? Can you still ask him for a debt? It's bad luck for us, just don't lend him any more."
Gomez looked at the other person's back and cursed.
In fact, Victor strictly stipulated that the disciplinary department did not allow gambling and prostitutes, but Demetrius did not listen.
He was originally a senior assistant in the local police department in Tijuana. When Uncle Wei came in, he changed bosses directly. Then he knew that the new boss liked reform and radical subordinates, so he directly applied to join the front line. .
He has made many achievements in the past.
He is a fierce general!
But this man likes to gamble and lust, and his salary is not enough for him to squander, so...he tried to find a way to make gray income. In the casino, he met a "Spanish" woman, who was very proactive, and the two of them went to bed directly. .
A month later, the other party told him that she worked for the Spanish intelligence agency, and most importantly, she was pregnant!
Demetrius easily became an informant in the hands of this woman.
But he was lucky and very cautious and was not caught by Section 13, otherwise... there would be his body at the door in the morning.
Demetrius smoked a cigarette outside the casino, glanced twice, and saw a room on the second floor of a small hotel opposite was lit. He looked around and saw He threw the cigarette on the ground, twisted the butt with his toes, and then walked into the hotel.
The front desk heard footsteps and was about to call him when he saw him wave his hand, "Looking for someone", and then ran upstairs quickly, like a regular customer.
I found the room on the second floor. There was a hanging on the door that read: "Relaxing, please do not disturb." But in the lower right corner, there was a small black dot painted on it. It was completely unclear unless you looked carefully.
Demetrius knocked on the door, three rhythmic knocks. The door slowly opened, revealing a gap, and a pair of eyes were exposed. When he saw him, he hurriedly opened the door and complained, "Why did you come just now?"
"Why are you in a hurry?"
He walked in and saw seven or eight people sitting inside, all of whom were small groups he had brought together.
He used the money given by his "Spanish mistress" to win over a group of people.
These people were all interested in him in the pre-Victor era. Later, they fully supported Victor's ideas, so they were promoted quickly.
The last superintendent is the leader of the operations team of the Tijuana Police Department and the spokesperson of the anti-gang team.
Most of the others are capable in the anti-narcotics force.
Demetrius' current position is the former senior commander of the anti-drug force. If he is lucky, he may even be selected as a one-star brigadier general during this change.
"Very good, they came very neatly." He nodded with satisfaction when he saw the people arriving, and looked at his watch, "Don't talk nonsense."
"The Spanish intelligence agency gave If we can accomplish this task, we will become the new masters of this country, and they will help us take over Mexico City!" Demetrius said with excitement.
“According to the news, Victor will go to the United States tomorrow to attend the memorial ceremony. At that time, he will take away Kennedy and others. We want to seize power at this time!”
Rebellion!
Everyone came up with this idea, with fear in their eyes.
They only want to sell some confidential information and make some money, not to rebel!
That is a serious crime of decapitation!
Demetrius saw all their movements and expressions, his tone suddenly became sinister, and he sneered, "Gentlemen, you don't think there is a way out, do you?"
"We have cooperated with the Spanish intelligence agency and have touched Victor's bottom line. He is a murderer. The people he kills can circle around Mexico from here. Don't you know? Have you forgotten what happened in the morning?"
"Maybe you are lucky and think that if you surrender, the other party will let you go? Don't be kidding me. Even if they don't kill you, they will definitely throw you into the prison of the Mexican intelligence agency. You are not even 40 years old yet. , are you willing to retire?”
I have to say that Demetrius is very eloquent, and he is considered a figure. He was able to be ruthless and throw himself on the front line during the Victor period, just for the sake of gain. Attention from the boss. With good luck, he didn't die and was directly promoted!
He thought very clearly that wealth can be found in danger.
"We have a 90% chance of success. As long as we control the airport and don't allow planes to land! We will lead people to attack the city hall and take Victor's position!"
Everyone looked at each other.
“Then have you ever thought about Victor being able to land somewhere else besides Tijuana?” Someone said, “If he returns to Mexico, do you think the people in his army will support him or us? ?”
Demetrius was not afraid of others asking questions, but he was afraid that no one would ask questions. He smiled, “Do you think we are the only ones in the Spanish intelligence service?”
“Mexico? There were also people in the city who responded to us. They rushed into Cuauquemot's official residence and beat him to death. Isn't it simple with just one bullet? "
Why did Spain have to kill him?
Because Victor destroyed their interests here!
The only ones he won’t move are Americans, not other Europeans, such as Italians, Spanish, and French. Your factories must get the "Baja California Finance Department" to join in, and no full foreign investment is allowed.
Agree or get out.
The only ones who didn't move were the Americans. There was no way, they were too close, their troops were at the door.
Especially the Spanish factory here, which almost encountered a devastating blow, has long wanted to get rid of him, but they don't have the strength. During World War II, they were famous for being useless. Now... can they still fly across the Denmark Strait to do it for themselves? ?
There is no other way but to play some dirty tricks.
“In the United States, someone will give Victor a big gift. It would be better if he could die outside. Don’t worry, even if we fail, the Spaniards have promised us that they will let us and our families live in Europe. And protect us and won’t treat us badly! "
Demetrius raised his hands and lowered his voice, "Gentlemen, glory and wealth are before us, and our future is before us. Who of you agrees? "
The people present looked at each other, hoping someone would come forward.
"I will not participate in this event, I quit!" Superintendent Smith Lyle, who was opposed to this action, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will not tell our plans. I swear to God!"
< br>Demetrius was startled and nodded, "I respect your choice, is there anything else?"
No one else said anything.
"Then let's go, Smith, remember, don't talk nonsense."
"I hope you can succeed."
Mr. Superintendent said his blessing and walked out the door. He just wanted to make money, but he didn't want to engage in this kind of rebellion, which would kill people.
As soon as Smith Lyle put his hand on the door handle, he felt a pain in his head and his ears buzzed. He turned around with all his strength and saw Demetrius’ expression twisted, “Death. Talents don’t leak secrets!”
He held an ashtray in his hand and smashed it hard at the other party.
After three or two blows, his head was bruised and bloody, and he couldn't even breathe much on the ground. He was also ruthless, and he was even more ruthless to himself and to others.
Throwing the blood-stained ashtray on the ground, he turned his head and stared at the others. Everyone was too angry to speak out.
"Is there anyone else who wants to leave?"
Seeing everyone shaking their heads in fear, Demetrius nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, gentlemen, only people who share the same path can travel the same path. Survive, those who go against the grain can only die."
"This operation, Operation Troy!"
The victory in Mexico is ours!
Lost, we are in the Mexican air!
...
In the office of Tijuana City Hall at this time.
Victor held a painting in his hand.
Bush’s upper body portrait is very lifelike.
This is a gift he prepared and it was framed.
"A very good painter." Victor was very satisfied and planned to have his portraits painted by him in the future.
Jason Bourne nodded beside him, "We made a small secret compartment here, just big enough to put a special bug. Do I need to install it?"
That person is admiring the portrait. Victor suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the other party.
Good guy.
Do you also want to start a "golden lips" plan?
This bear has already done this, and Americans will definitely not be deceived so easily.
But when the words came to Victor's mouth, he suddenly turned into, "What is the possibility of being discovered?"
"Unless they violently take it apart, it is unlikely, but If it suffers external violence, it will be automatically destroyed internally."
Victor thought about it and still felt that this was a big risk.
I now recognize my godfather, so I can’t do this.
But Jason Bourne's plan gave Victor a lot of ideas, "Forget it about Bush, but we can get something from the DEA and FBI."
Even if the relationship between the two parties is currently Close, but who knows what they are hiding behind their backs?
"Have you found the person who went to seduce the wife of FBI Director Floyd I. Clark?"
Jason Bourne nodded, "Found him."
"Who?"
"Jeff Bennett."
Victor's powerful memory immediately thought of that guy, and he immediately frowned, the guy nicknamed "The Clown."
"He was recommended by himself." Jason Bourne saw the boss's expression and said quickly, "He said he wanted to try a new task."
Go and learn from Ethan ·Hunter as a duck?
So challenging!
"How is he?" Victor asked with a frown.
"Good skills in bed."
"...I fucking asked you this?! I asked you how is his eloquence?"
Jason Bourne's face Shangshan smiled and coughed twice, "In the internal test, his IQ is good, his EQ is last, his personality is a bit anti-human and particularly dark, and he has a tendency to violence."
"But I think he can be allowed to Try it.”
Victor looked at him and asked him to continue.
“Our target person, female, 43 years old, we found that she has a strong BDSM tendency, and from our investigation we found that she had been injured as a child, and the doctor determined that she had Stockholm Syndrome ! ”
“Jeff Bennett is the perfect bad guy, he looks like a bad guy”
Thank you all, family!
Victor thought for a while and agreed.
"It would be better if we could find a way to monitor Richard James Kerr of the CIA, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a wife, hey."
Jason Bourne frowned, "Boss!"
“What’s wrong?”
“Richard James Kerr has a mother, she is only 71 years old, an old lady who likes to dress up very much, do you want Jeff Bennett to Let’s do it together, one or two is not a problem anyway.”
“…………”
Damn you...
As expected, those who work in intelligence have given up their moral bottom line and aesthetics!
Aren’t you afraid of Jeff Bennett fucking you?
Victor’s expression is like this, embarrassing!
But being the "godfather" to the CIA boss is exciting just thinking about it.
(End of this chapter)