Chapter 227 The matching mechanism in Mexico is different!


Chapter 227 The matching mechanism in Mexico is different!

These rebels are really stupid.

This is not the African region. A few people with a few guns dare to mutiny, and the matching mechanisms are different.

They are all probability shooting masters over there.

"Excellent varieties" such as Bokassa, Masiere, Amin, Doe and Mobutu were bred.

But shouldn’t it be the French chicken that’s been blackened?

Why do some Mexicans have funny brains?

Kennedy meant what he said.

He personally led a team and escorted many prisoners into Demetrius' official residence in "Tijuana Fushan". This place was similar to the "Godr Community" mentioned earlier, and they were all senior members. Mansion.

Stay in Tijuana.

People develop real estate and use it to bribe local officials. Once Victor comes to power, he will confiscate it all to you.

At night, an old man and an old woman who were walking their dogs saw police cars rushing in suddenly.

“Isn’t that Honasan Aguirre? What’s going on?” an old man pointed at a prisoner who was pressed down and asked in surprise. There was still a black bruise on the other person’s face, which was obviously a prisoner who was suppressed. Those who were beaten were wearing their police uniforms in a disgraceful state.

Still with your hands tied?

What...what's going on!

That Honasan Aguirre is a high-ranking member of the police force and has a bright future.

They saw this group of police officers rushing into the villa and escorting a group of people out, including young and old, men and women.

These rebel families were obviously panicked and at a loss.

"Mr. Victor gave you the opportunity to make progress, but it is a pity that your family does not cherish it, and they dare to rebel with arms!"

What!

Rebellion!

A group of people suddenly looked panicked. Seeing that something was wrong, the old men and women who were watching quickly ran away. The short-legged dog didn't want to leave yet, so they carried it away.

"Abe, don't bark! Let's go home quickly." An old lady grabbed a Shiba Inu by the back of its head and ran home.

These are not things they can mix with.

Kennedy pulled out his gun and fired three shots at a woman in front of him, killing her directly. Do you think your big breasts are great?

This scene scared them, and the chirping stopped immediately.

Kennedy looked at them with a sullen face, "Where are Demetrius's family members?"

A group of people looked at a woman and two children, as well as his parents, And his brother.

"Police officer, police officer, this is a misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!" The woman said with a trembling mouth, "My husband cannot rebel, he is loyal to Mr. Victor!"

"You are here Lie! You...you must be the traitors." Demetrius's brother was also very excited.

Kennedy didn't have time to play house with them. With a wave of his hand, the police officers behind him rushed forward and held down their heads.

"No! Please, please, please, let my children go."

Kennedy squinted, "Kill!"

Cut the weeds without eradicating the roots. The spring breeze blows and gives birth again.

Bounce!

The crisp sound of the gunshot was from the back of the head, and the bullet directly penetrated the nerves in the head. Anyone who has died knows that there is basically no pain.

"Next..."

Kennedy turned his head and looked at the prisoner, he smiled, his eyes filled with hatred, "Next, which of you is it's turn?"

These The prisoner was arrogant.

"Kennedy, we don't dare anymore, let us live, I will give you all my money, I will leave Mexico, I will go to the United States, and I promise never to come back in this life." There was a prisoner who couldn't stand the pressure. , just crying, shouting and begging.

Want to go to the United States?

Are you going to enjoy it, or are you going to take refuge?

Kennedy nodded, "You don't choose, right? I'll choose for you. Let's play a game, starting with you."

"The name of the game is Tire Superman!"

"Put a tire on you, and then pour gasoline on you for 30 seconds. As long as you can hold on for 30 seconds, I will let your family go."

Kennedy waved his hand, and the police officer behind him dragged the prisoner who had just spoken directly to the middle of the road, put a discarded tire on him, poured gasoline on him, and everything was ready.

"No, no, don't! Ah!!!! Ah!!!"

As soon as the police officer who lit the fire approached, the flames burst into flames instantly. This suit The tire is actually very painful, you can't break free at all, and after scratching it off, it basically sticks to your skin.

This is a small game in the African matching area.

He couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds and fell to the ground. His family members covered their mouths and sobbed in the crowd.

20 seconds, 20 seconds at most!

The screams stopped abruptly.

Kennedy shook his head and said, "You will be useless if I give you a chance."

His expression was very sinister, "Kill them all!"

A police officer held a Machine guns were fired at this group of rebel families.

"Run!!"

"Help!!!"

Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug...

The birds hovering on the roof may also be attracted by the smell of blood in the air Excited, he fluttered his wings and left.

Mr. Victor should be satisfied with this kind of "aftercare".

"Let's go!"

Kennedy got into the car and drove away with the others. Corpse? Just leave it there for the night and let the other "residents" inside understand that in Tijuana, you can commit petty theft or even murder. Sometimes you only need to sentence yourself to death for drug trafficking. But if you betray Victor, your whole family will die. All gone.

Don’t sleep too hard at night.

George Smiley at 13 is very angry.

Of course the employees below are not feeling well either.

The Spanish intelligence agency must be dug out.

Where else would you like to go in Tijuana?

He was found immediately.

When they rushed in, the intelligence officers inside were burning paper intelligence. When they saw them, a female agent wanted to take out a gun to fight back, but the action team used a short dash to flatten her bra. .

George Smiley pulled out the paper document hard, but half of it was still burned, "What is written in this!"

The Spaniard was silent.

The leader was a four-eyed boy. In fact, Marcelinho was originally the one talking here, but the other party resigned directly after watching Victor's "Military Parade".

MD!

I quit my job, my salary is small, I have too many things to do, my teammates are stupid, my leader is a bastard, and he plans to join Victor.

As soon as he left, the four-eyed boy became the temporary interlocutor.

He was very tough. He said nothing when faced with George Smiley's questioning. The latter punched his glasses, and the lenses shattered immediately and penetrated his eyes. He screamed in pain.

"I asked you a question! You turned a deaf ear! CNM! You don’t want to live, don’t you? I will make your life worse than death!"

George Smiley himself had a bad temper, so he caught him His head pressed his face directly into the still burning basin.

Sizzling~

It’s like grilling meat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the four-eyed boy screamed hard and kept struggling. His claws grabbed George Smiley's clothes and pulled hard, but in the end the force slowly relaxed.

The subordinates in Section 13 also swallowed.

The boss is worthy of his claim: heavy metal of death!

The level of violence is so extreme. George Smiley stood up and stepped on the four-eyed boy's head, "You...who wants to die? Who wants to live."

He grabbed a woman's collar, and the white flowers inside could be seen clearly, but he was not in the mood to look at this, his eyes were fierce.

"Tell me what is written in it, otherwise...I will send you to the kennel of a male dog in heat!"

The woman stopped breathing and trembled with fear.

This group of people are not good enough and do not have the courage to commit suicide.

Being so frightened by the other party, tears really fell down.

George Smiley decisively put a bullet in her head and looked at the next person, "Stop talking nonsense! Tell me! CNMD!"

"It's...it's the Mexican military and government that is cooperating with us. Officer."

"Thank you!"

Boom!

George Smiley shot him again. He actually wanted to kill the others, but this gang People are still useful, so first get out the useful information.

Then...

Just wait to die.

On the other side, James Ryan led the police to surround the Spanish office in Tijuana.

The gun was pointed at the door.

“If anyone comes out, I will beat him to death!”

The Spaniards were shocked!

"What are these people going to do?! Make a phone call to protest, give Mexican President Cua Uquemot a car to protest. This is a provocation to Spain." Sitting in the office, the white-haired diplomat shouted angrily road.

"Sir...perhaps, Demetrius failed." The military attache standing in front of him didn't look very good either.

Of course they knew about the plan to "subvert Victor".

Aren’t embassies and offices just places that provide some help to one’s own intelligence agencies?

To end the dictator's rule in the country, Juan Carlos I, an upright king in his prime, wanted to make a contribution. He eradicated Francisco Franco's old forces internally. Even in the face of an armed coup in 1981, They were all calm and calm, and it was resolved without any armed conflict.

Externally, he wanted to restore Spain's imperial glory.

Brother, the UK next door has turned into a miserable country.

What people lack most is self-knowledge.

Spain also wants to control Africa remotely through its two enclaves in Africa, not to mention that Mexico, a country with a better geographical location, wants to increase its voice.

Suddenly a line came to mind.

“You can make money, but power is not something you can control.”

Hearing the military attache’s words, the diplomat’s expression became a bit ugly, his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and his face flushed. He said, "What do you think Victor will do to us?" Did you kill us all? Or..."

The military attache looked at the other party and frowned in disgust. The other party was from Francisco Franco's old era and had experienced the "Spanish Military Government". "At that time, as for hearing Victor, was it so scary?

But it seems that Francisco did not directly shoot people to death or invent the criminal method of "hummering corpses".

"I don't know." The military attache shook his head and squinted, "But I think if he was a normal person, he would not cause diplomatic disputes. At most, he would just be driven away."

"Then what if he is abnormal..."

Well...we must die, right?

"Please remember, you are a Spanish diplomat, sir, and you represent our face..."

Get down... tutu tutu...! !

Before the military attaché finished speaking, he heard the sound of gunshots and subconsciously lay down on the ground in the car. His eyes couldn't help flashing with panic. The diplomat, however, had already sat down on the ground and fell off his chair. down.

The two looked in horror as the window shattered and left bullet holes in the wall.

The expressions of the two people suddenly looked as uncomfortable as eating shit.

Fuck!

Shot fired!

The Mexicans really shot!

I'm dying, I'm dying.

"Quick! I'll call Kwaukemot, you go contact the country, damn, madmen, they are all madmen!" the military attaché roared loudly.

……

“Sir, I object to your anti-drug remarks!”

Victor looked at the words of the fat man in front of him and nodded with a smile, "Everyone has the right to express his opinion."

"You are depriving them of their right to choose freely, you are inciting violence, you are in Tijuana It’s not helping local people make decisions at all; Force them to become your slaves!”

“Don’t you know that growing cash crops has become the main source of income for ordinary people? Or, you don’t care at all”

The fat man said. There are a lot of them, but they are all a bunch of fallacies.

And there are many people around who think it makes sense.

Just when Victor was about to start arguing with him, Jason Bourne ran to his ear and said to him, "Chief, there was an armed rebellion in Tijuana, but it was suppressed by Kennedy's people. He has been arrested now." It was the Spanish intelligence agency that arrested the instigators behind it."

He was shocked when he heard what he said.

Shit...I won’t go into exile, right?

When I heard the second half of the sentence, my heart instantly relaxed and my brows furrowed. This scene happened to be seen by the mayor of New York and others. He glanced at a man next to him. This looks like his bodyguard, but is actually from the CIA, here to keep an eye on him.

Something must have happened just now.

"Mr. Victor, hey, please respect me." The fat man stretched out his hand and waved in front of the other party. Didn't he see Jason Bourne talking to him?

Not polite at all!

Victor looked up at him.

“Legalizing drugs is the path Mexico should take, and you can completely let go of your armed forces. The United States will help you. Also, I think you need to apologize to some of the people you have hurt for your actions. It hurts his life.”

What Yu language from Yu?

"Apologise? To whom?" Victor asked, staring at him.

"Well, for example, the Benjamin brothers in Tijuana, they are just ordinary businessmen... They... OMG! Damn it, what are you doing!" Before the fat man finished speaking, Victor grabbed the red wine next to him and threw it away. In the past, he spread all over the other party.

He rushed forward and gave him a beautiful uppercut on the chin. The opponent's body froze, and then he fell heavily to the ground. Victor rode up and hit him hard in the face.

"Apologise?! Fuck you! I told you to talk nonsense!"

"Quick! Pull him away quickly." The mayor of New York shouted next to him, Tom Cruise and Steve Pierberg quickly went up to hold him.

And New York real estate queen Leona Helmsley looked at the hormones emanating from him.

The eyes glow.

After punching twice hard, he stood up and looked at everyone next to him, pulled off his clothes, and said with a sinister smile, "Everyone here knows me, and they should know me. When it comes to Drugs, I am very unhappy, and... I like to use violence, I am a superstitious person, if someone speaks good words for drug dealers, they may have many accidents, or hang themselves, or they may be struck by lightning, of course. , you can say it was me."

"I admit these crimes."

"I am not saying these things to scare you, but to tell you that my words are true. Very clever.”

Victor glanced at them, and finally stared at the ground, "Who is this person?"

"Chris Farley!"

"What a disgusting name."
< br>A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit on the fat man's face.

I didn’t kill you because Victor didn’t have a gun.

Hmm...

There is no ashtray either.

(End of this chapter)

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