Chapter 249: Taking Guzman hostage to bring Sinaloa!
Victor’s live broadcast of his execution clearly caused “adverse reactions.”
Mainly it’s really disgusting.
Those tyrants in Africa are not counted. After all, Nico has always been excluded from the scope of the human race.
The external phone lines of the Tijuana Governor's Palace were all bombarded.
They are all fucking gringos.
As soon as the little girl answered the phone, the other party yelled at her.
"CXXXX! Tyrant! Tyrant! You will all be judged, God will not forgive you, you XXX!"
After cursing, he hung up directly.
The little girl was so angry that she almost cried.
Kasare just happened to be patrolling and saw the other party crying, so he asked what was wrong. The other party told the story again, and Fatty Kasa was a little sympathetic and cursed a few words.
Tell her to unplug the phone line!
Nothing can escape "physical attacks". Even if we later enter the information age of the Internet, things like panda burning incense, "shock waves", Trojan horses, etc., all look awesome.
What’s the result?
As soon as I pull out the network cable, you all have to call me daddy.
But Casare was not as calm as he appeared, and hurried back to Victor's office, "Boss, boss..."
He told everything about what just happened.
Victor was speechless, "Do you think Haoyue still needs to be provoked by Firefly? It has a mouth on top of them. If they want to curse, can they block their mouths?"
< br>Casare felt that the boss was right, but he always felt that there was nothing the boss could do.
You have the temper to let those protestors come to the door and see if Victor will beat your brains out.
The trolls across the line are really annoying.
“Don’t care about what others say, as long as we are strong enough, these rumors will not exist!”
The most important thing is to learn to take sides.
Victor has already contacted the FBI. Although the other party said that his behavior was a bit excessive, it would not damage U.S.-Mexico relations.
Isn’t she just a drug dealer?
When my own FBI employees were tortured and killed by drug dealers, no one said anything about condemning the drug dealers. Those people were just eating enough to hold on.
Who will stand up for drug dealers?
Some people just verbally condemned Victor's inhumanity. After all, condemnation is also a business.
He only offended the drug dealers, and he didn’t take away the interests of others. Who would stand up for him and really stand up for him?
The world is like a grassroots team. Everyone hopes that something will happen to the corner above, and then stand in the audience to ridicule, but they will never rush up and be the first to punch or kick the corner
However, the FBI still hopes that Victor will be gentler in his methods in the future.
After all, the Yankees before the collapse of the Soviet Union still needed to save face, and he did not want his little brother to become a big devil.
Victor still listened to what his godfather said.
The big deal...
Wear a hood from now on.
Dong Dong~
There was a knock on the door, and Jason Bourne walked in and handed a document to Victor, "Sir, Guzman has entered the hospital."
"Oh?"
Victor raised his eyebrows.
“The informant said that after his mother was killed, Guzman watched the live broadcast, then fainted and was sent to the hospital. I don’t know what his current condition is.”
"This is just an eye-opener for God to make this guy so angry." Casare said happily.
"If he gets angry so easily, he is no longer Guzman, but it shouldn't be easy. Let the informant inquire again."
Jason Bourne nodded, " Should we find someone to go to the hospital..."
Victor frowned, knocked on the table, and thought, "Don't worry, if he is playing dirty tricks, wait and see what happens."
"Maybe..."
"Is he pretending to be sick?"
Actually, this is really Victor's worry.
When Guzman was sent to the hospital, after the doctor examined his body, he heard a piece of news that immediately confused Arturo.
"Brainstem bleeding?!" He stared at the doctor opposite. The doctor's scalp was numb when he looked at him, and he nodded, "The mood swings are too great, there is a brain hemorrhage."
Listen At this point, the bodyguards standing nearby were all confused. They were not well educated, but they had heard of this disease. If they were sent late, they would be in trouble.
The boss is dying?
"Is there any treatment?" Arturo asked nervously. He was afraid. What would happen to such a large family property if Guzman was gone?
To whom?
The eldest son was killed, and the rest were still very young. If he died, they would not know whether they would survive. Guzman had many enemies.
As for the brothers and sisters…
They are all wine bags and rice bags.
Does that mean you also have a chance?
Arturo's heart is beating very fast. Can he "inherit" the Sinaloa Group? If possible, it would be fine to give Guzman his final death by himself.
The Taijun of the Korean Empire defeated the "Digging Immortal" Ruribayashi Chumichi in the "Two Immortals of Recruitment" and became the top graduate of the Army University. In order to become the emperor, Li Yin didn't call himself My brother is called "Dad"?
If he can be the talker in Sinaloa, he can also call Guzman Dad!
Arturo had a lot of inner drama, and his expression was very tangled, with fear, uneasiness, and hesitation.
"Mr. Guzman delivered it in time, there will be no life-threatening problems...but." The doctor hesitated.
"But what! Who the hell are you talking to?" Arturo was so angry that he went up and slapped the other person, knocking off his glasses. The force was such that his face was swollen.
"But he will be hemiplegic and have difficulty moving. If he doesn't do rehabilitation exercises, he will have to stay in bed for the rest of his life!" the doctor said loudly, covering his head.
! ! ! !
Hemiplegia? !
Arturo's mouth was half open, and the doctor ran into the operating room slippery upon seeing this.
The bodyguards looked at me, and I looked at you, a little at a loss, and they all looked at him.
Arturo took a deep breath, "Don't panic, don't spread this matter for now. If anyone tells it, I will kill his whole family, do you understand?"
Bodyguard They all shivered and nodded hurriedly.
"You go back and get rid of all the servants in the mansion. This will be cleaner."
"Then here..." the bodyguard asked hesitantly.
"As long as I'm here, what are you worried about?" Arturo raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you go quickly!"
Yes, they are cousins, and they will definitely care if their cousin is sick. . Several bodyguards left the hospital in a hurry.
This matter must not be spread out!
Otherwise, this kind of loose organization will not only collapse instantly, but at the very least it will make people panic.
You must know that the following is never exclusive to RB players.
How can a drug dealer come to power cleanly?
"Brother..." Carlos, the third child next to him, suddenly shouted, and he also asked nervously, "Cousin, what should I do if I am hemiplegic?"
Arturo was silent for a moment, "As long as he is still alive."
"What if Victor launches an attack at this time?"
"Send my cousin to the south to recuperate, let God Master, don't move, don't provoke the tyrant, and stop the conflict first."
"Going to the south? Will my cousin go?" Carlos, the third child, asked with a frown.
"He will go, we are doing it for his own good, and he will be obedient." Arturo looked at his brother.
Carlos looked into his brother's eyes. He was not an idiot. He stared at him as if he had thought of something.
"Brother...you!"
"Don't think about it, it means...Guzman is still alive."
Okay!
When I heard that Guzman was paralyzed, it was a showdown.
"Does he think I don't know how Hector died? He just sent his second brother to Mexico City to die on purpose!"
The third brother Carlos's breathing was a little rapid. He had no idea about the incompetent second brother. How much emotion he had, his eyes just reflected, and then a fierce look appeared on his face, "Then how about..."
"Kill him, you and I will be shot to death!" Arturo squinted his eyes. , "Eight out of ten people among the Master believe in him. What we have to do now is to take our time. Guzman will definitely need to take care of himself in the short term. We can use our normal time to develop our own power."< br>
"Sinaloa is still affiliated with the North American Narcotics Association. We have to rely on Pablo. After Guzman goes to the south, you are responsible for taking care of him. Remember, never let him come into contact with other people. , if you are sick, you need to take a good rest.”
If you have a brainstem hemorrhage, you will have to stay in bed for at least a few months. These few months are completely your chance to wait for others.
Take Guzman hostage to command the heroes of Sinaloa!
Arturo is also ambitious.
What should I do if the people below become suspicious?
I am Guzman’s cousin and one of the royal guards. Will I rebel?
Cousin, I am just observing you from the dark.
Just like the previous eunuch dictatorship.
"Understood, even if he poops, I will let him lie on the bed!" Carlos, the third child, nodded vigorously, with a solemn expression.
When the Wolf King was still very powerful, no one dared to challenge him, but when he couldn't walk steadily, even a dog had to bark a few words.
Mexico does not have a long-lasting big brother.
Everyone wants to be on top.
He, Guzman, can do it, why can’t I, Arturo?
"Now there are only two of us brothers. Beltran Leiva can also be a name that transcends the times!!"
Arturo muttered to himself.
……
Sinaloa. Outside the city of “San Blas”.
Two people wearing "Shuotekutli!" (Poison Association Army)" The men in military uniforms carried wooden buckets and cautiously approached the river. One of them held a gun and looked around cautiously.
The other man bent down and scooped up a bucket of water and was lifting it up with force. When.
A gunshot was heard
Bang!
A flock of birds
were heard in the sky.
Before the alert armed man could react, he saw his companion's head explode, the bucket in his hand fell to the ground, the water flew away, and the body leaned forward and fell directly.
When he saw this scene, he ran away!
All the weapons on his body were lost.
Run!
Sniper!
When he saw the hill, he just had to hide over it. The desire to survive made him run over ferociously, and he was almost... almost there.
Bang!
The huge shock wave behind him directly broke his spine, and then a hole was made in his chest, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
"Simon! The seventh one."
In the woods, the observer gave a thumbs up to a sniper lying on a small mound of soil and praised.
Simon Haye smiled stiffly and pulled the bolt of Barrett's gun.
"There are people here again." The observer looked through the telescope and suddenly said, "Wait!"
"They are holding white flags. Is this surrender?"
"Surrender? Shouldn't we raise our hands?" Simon Haye said in a muffled voice.
“That’s a Frenchman, don’t shoot yet, I’ll go report.”
The observer patted him on the shoulder and walked toward the back.
While Simon Haye was lying quietly, he saw through the sniper scope that those holding white flags were two women?
They were obviously shocked when they saw the body on the ground, looked horrified, and kept looking behind them.
Next second.
Simon Haye knows why.
4.5 armed men climbed up from the other side of the mound, with more sophisticated weapons and equipment in their hands.
“Los Zetas!”
This is an old rival!
Simon Haye saw the tag on the other person, murmured, and aimed at one of the tall men.
Shoot!
A direct hit.
The head is gone...
"The 8th one!"
......
(End of this chapter)