Chapter 260 Drug Enforcement Administration, I, Victor, want to sit!
"Victor is a careerist! His eyes are full of aggression." This is what Nurnisa Kalis, head of the Secretariat of the United Nations International Narcotics Control Board, said to her colleagues.
Mainly, Victor told her to be the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration.
The atmosphere was really awkward at that time.
Let’s put it this way…
It is rare to poop in the street, and the following American expression is:!!!()━━━!
Fortunately, Nurnisa Kalis has also experienced ups and downs. She joked, "Mr. Victor's experience is enough to hold this position. Unfortunately, I am not the Secretary-General. However, I want to be the one he meets." I will definitely be moved by you.”
Victor smiled and didn’t mess around.
He was just testing the bottom line suddenly.
Later in the trip, Victor took them to see the prison's "measures" for reforming drug dealers.
A group of people are stepping on sewing machines.
Step fast!
“It is our purpose to carry out labor reform on them and repent in the process of labor. Everything is to remold them.”
“What if they are lazy?” an accompanying person asked curiously asked.
Victor smiled, and Propaganda Minister Goebbels next to him forced a smile, "Then we will influence them through actions."
A dozen!
Two beatings!
Three shots to kill!
NMD, I don’t want to step on the sewing machine, so why do I still have it?
Every day someone gives them education.
Remember, your ability to step on the sewing machine is a gift from Governor Victor. If you disobey, hehehe~
It doesn’t matter whether you are the leader of the Sinaloa drug cartel or a serial killer, here, You have to learn to shake your legs.
What about a fight?
In Tijuana prisons, there is a private game called "Beast Fighting", in which five Caucasian dogs are released into a melee with two people fighting to see who is stronger.
Many prison guards like this kind of game when they have nothing to do.
Because you can gamble.
This kind of violence... is wrong. Under the influence, there are fewer and fewer fights in prison.
Nurnisa Kalis thought Victor did a good job and gave him a thumbs up. When the group was about to leave, they suddenly saw a criminal standing up and said, "Help." Ah! Help! "
He was pushed to the ground before he could even take a step.
"Help! Victor... set up a private execution ground. He is inhumane. Please help me! Save us! We are going to die..." The drug dealer was crying and screaming in pain on the ground.
A grown man...
Crying like this.
Are you worthy of a tattoo on your shoulder?
Also has a tattoo of a tiger.
Nurnisa Kallis looked at Victor, "This..."
"He lied." Victor smiled and glanced at Jason Bourne next to him. That smile... even if anyone looked at it and didn't say horror?
"Let's go, don't worry, we will fully listen to their opinions. You know, killing is not the root, educating them is."
Victor patted Nurnisa. Callis's shoulder, the latter hesitated for a moment, glanced at the drug dealer who was being held down, and followed him away.
"Help me! Help..." The drug dealer saw that the other party ignored him at all. Even the crows became doves after hearing this desperate cry.
Nurnisa Kalis is a smart person. She knows that what she says is of no use. This is Victor’s territory!
Jason Bourne closed the door with a sullen face, turned his head, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the hundreds of drug dealers in the workshop, shook his head and sighed, "You are embarrassing sir!"
"Don't Kill me, don’t kill me, I know it’s wrong,” the drug dealer on the ground shouted.
"It's too late, he is very unhappy now." Jason Bourne raised his hand, shook it down hard, and saw the prison guard shooting directly!
Holding an M249 machine gun, he fired directly at the drug dealers below.
The other drug dealers never thought that they could still suffer such an unreasonable disaster. They screamed in fear and wanted to rush towards the door. The cruel ones even wanted to catch Jason Bourne, but he was The prison guard next to him shot and killed him.
"You have to die a good death! You, the tyrant's lackey!" the drug dealer cursed loudly, still staring when he died.
Jason Bourne looked calm.
“Are you scaring me? Call Jesus.”
The gunshots in the factory were obviously heard by the people from the United Nations. Nurnisa Kallis turned around, Seeing that the door was closed, she looked at Victor in horror, "This...this..."
Other officials also looked wrong.
"It's okay, let me teach you a lesson. Don't worry, we uphold the principle of treating diseases and saving people..." Victor still had a smile on his face.
If a person dies, doesn’t he stop getting sick?
Nurnisa Kalis is a woman after all. Although her motherland was divided during World War II, it is still safe overall. Such a "massacre!" at such a close range
This is her first time meeting.
Nurnisa Kallis had heard of Victor's "name" before, but seeing it with her own eyes was still very scary.
"There are more than a hundred people there!"
"Are there any?"
Victor looked at Goebbels next to him, who shook his head directly, "No."
"Nurnisa, you must be too tired, hahaha, then go back to the hotel and take a rest." Victor stretched out his finger to touch her, and even pulled her out of the prison.
Besides being helpless, what else can Nurnisa Kalis do?
Protest?
The arranged convoy took them directly to the hotel without taking them to visit the next progress museum, for fear that they would not be able to eat.
Victor originally wanted to chat with people from the United Nations to cultivate relationships, but a phone call suddenly made him lose interest.
"Okay, wait until I get back to the mansion." He frowned and said to Chief Secretary Christa Schroeder, "You can handle the next thing for me. How much does it cost? No matter what the price is.”
“I’m not afraid that she will ask.”
Krista Schroeder nodded and was about to open the door and get out of the car when she suddenly turned her head and said, "Are you coming tonight? I've learned your favorite dishes."
The bodyguards of the driver and co-pilot in front Pretend you didn't hear it.
Not even moving his eyes.
When the leader talks, he pretends not to hear some things.
Victor glanced at her, "When it comes to work, we talk about official matters, and private matters in private."
Good guy!
This is really ruthless when you put up your pants.
Sure enough, a man must be tough.
Christa Schroeder nodded obediently. After getting off the car, she watched the vehicle leave before walking into the hotel.
Nurnisa Kallis was frowning in the room.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She walked over in confusion, opened the door, and was startled when she saw Krista Schroeder, "Miss Secretary? What can I do for you?"
"Can I help you?" Do you want to go in?"
Although she was confused, Nurnisa Kallis nodded politely and stepped aside, "Please come in"
Wait for her to close the door. After that, Krista Schroeder got straight to the point.
"Madam, how much does the Executive Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration cost?"
"What!?"
Miss Secretary handed over a check and said with a smile, "As long as you nominate Mr. Governor as the executive director, this is yours."
"Miss Secretary ! Please don’t insult my character!” Nurnisa Kalis frowned and shouted, “If you do this, I can only ask you to leave.”
Christa Schroeder. Smiled, "Perhaps, you should take a look."
"No matter how much money...it is impossible for me to..." Nurnisa Kallis glanced at the check, and she was halfway through her words. Stopped abruptly!
One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand...one hundred thousand, one million...!
3 million US dollars!
Nurnisa Kallis really took a breath.
The wages of United Nations staff are not paid by the United Nations, but by each country. The salary standards paid by each country are different.
How much money can she make as the head of the Secretariat of the International Narcotics Control Board?
Three million U.S. dollars is more than she can earn in her lifetime!
Nurnisa Kallis wanted to refuse, but the sound could not come out of her mouth.
She is 51 years old!
She is about to retire, but she still has a family and children. The money is enough for her to live well in Germany and even immigrate to the United States.
Her eyes struggled, but she never moved her eyes away from the check.
Her morality makes her refuse, but her life makes her bow her head.
Victor...
Too rude!
Using this to test cadres?
Krista Schroeder saw her tangled look and directly stuffed the check into her arms, "Don't worry, others have it too."
"Really?" After Nurnisa Kallis said it, she felt that it was wrong and hurriedly explained, "Uh, I mean...uh."
When a person falls, he likes it best The best thing is to drag people into the water together, just like if someone has syphilis, but if you tell him that you also have it, he will feel much better. This is the disgusting nature of human nature!
Christa Schroeder waved her hand, "I understand, Mr. Governor, the matter of the Executive Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration..."
"I can nominate this matter, but I can't decide. But if the heads of the other two merged departments agree, I think there will be no problem.”
“Oh?”
"Then what do they need?"
Christa Schroeder's eyes curled up when she laughed, "Whatever he wants, we can give it to him!"
"Mr. Governor, never He will not treat those who help him badly. "
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At this time, Victor hurried back to the Minister of Security Building, which is the temporary office building and the new governor's official residence building is being built.
The location is right on Tijuana Beach, with San Diego across the street at a glance.
"Aren't the intelligence agencies tracking the CIA's activities in Mexico?" Victor frowned, his expression not very happy.
The Deputy Director of the Intelligence Department, Augustin Przeucir, who was following him, was bald. The weather itself was hot, which made his head shine a little. He felt a little embarrassed when he heard the boss's question.
But he admits it very directly, "This is a mistake in our work!"
Don't explain it. If you do, Victor will kill you. If you don't explain it, the boss can still understand the information. The job is hard to do.
There are 140 million people in Mexico!
Who knows what those CIA bastards are dressing up like.
Victor opened the office and walked in. Behind him, Deputy Director Augustin Przeucir hurriedly walked in and locked the door.
"Check! We must find out when the CIA got involved with drug dealers." Victor threw the ashtray aside irritably.
Augustin Przeucir breathed a sigh of relief, just move away, just move away.
He hurriedly responded, "Sir, should we tell the American side?"
"You told the dog owner that his dog bit someone, do you know what his first words were?"
>
Victor lit a cigarette, "He will tell you that his dog does not bite!"
"Don't panic when this happens. Since the owner can't control it, then we will Educate him."
He took a puff of cigarette, then tilted his eyes at 45°, and said, "The CIA likes to play so much, let's kill them and make them feel bad. Also, kill them. The photos of the drug dealers were repeatedly played on the TV stations in Tijuana, and they said, "I want to see how shameless the drug dealer leaders are."
Disgusting Victor is a professional! !
When these CIA family members see their familiar faces on TV, what will their expressions be?
Let these CIA gangs never recover!
Just label them as drug dealers.
If you want to mess with me, I will make you sick to death first.
Augustin Przeucir thought it made sense and nodded vigorously. Seeing that the ash on the other party's cigarette was a bit long, he trotted over to move the ashtray back.
"You look like this, do you have something to say?"
"Sir, you are really amazing..."
Victor waved his hand, "Don't tell me these nonsense , just say what you want.”
“The funds are not enough, please give me more.”
"Get out!"
New York. Eighth District.
Mike Corleone put on his suit and straightened his clothes in the mirror.
Men, you have to have an accent.
"Boss, we are ready." The younger brother ran in and said with his hands in awe.
"How many people?"
"10 people!"
Mike Corleone glanced at him, "Scream more, we are out to cause trouble, there are few people, it is easy to be fucked! ”
Look!
This is called self-knowledge.
If Chao Pi could understand this kind of thing back then, he wouldn't have been hacked to death by "Jiang Kun".
"Then I'll go ahead and call for someone, boss, do you want to take the guy?"
When Mike Corleone heard this, he turned around and slapped him on the head, "No. You dare to walk in New York with a gun! Idiot, if we don’t carry a gun, why should we carry incense?”
There are more than 2,000 temples in New York.
Buddha is also a fool.
Come to North America to compete with Jesus for food?
No wonder, sometimes Chinese people are hated abroad. Think about it, they can’t do your job well, and the religion you invite also steals the incense.
This is not killing you, who is killing you?
The scolded little brother lowered his head and ran out in a hurry. Just then another horseman ran in, "Boss, then... the girl selling flowers at the door is here. . ”
“Isn’t it enough to just give her the money and take the flowers back? Do I need to report this as well?”
Ma Zai sneered, "She said she wanted to see you." Mike Corleone frowned, looked at his watch, "Bring it in."
The other party responded hurriedly He yelled and ran out quickly, which was pretty good. Even if the young man had good legs and feet, he could run fast even if he was caught and raped.
About two or three minutes later, Ma Zai led the shy little girl in, who was also carrying a sack.
"You want to see me, what's the matter?" Mike Corleone glanced at her and asked.
The little girl was a little nervous. She was wearing sandals and arching her toes hard. She said in a very soft voice, "I...my mother asked me to prepare something for you."
She took off the sack and said, "These are all mine. The corn grown has not been treated with pesticides "
Mike Corleone was startled, looking at the corn in the sack, and then at the little girl rubbing her hands uneasily, "Baltemar!"
"Boss! "The younger brother standing next to him hurriedly responded.
“Tell the brothers to eat corn at night.”
Baltemar nodded vigorously and walked toward the kitchen with the sack in hand.
Mike Corleone took out a dollar bill and handed it over.
"No, no, no, sir, that's not necessary. You already gave me a lot last time." The little girl shook her head.
"I have never been in the habit of taking money back."
The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head, "Mom said, we should take our own money, others The money belongs to others.”
These words confused Mike Corleone.
"Boss, we are ready." A younger brother ran in outside and shouted. He nodded, stood up, touched her head and asked her.
"What's your name?"
"Carmela!"
The little girl raised her head and looked at each other.
What was reflected in the pupils was a man in a suit, elegant and graceful, but he was not wearing a tie, and he looked a little presumptuous. He always had such an elegant smile on his lips.
"A very good name."
"Bring her some milk and cheese, please don't refuse." Mike said the second part of the sentence to the little girl.
Carmela nodded, "Thank you!"
Mike Corleone smiled at her and walked out into the sunshine outside.
"Boss, the relationship between the boss behind MGM is a bit tough."
After sitting in the car, the younger brother turned to him and said.
The MGM in New York has no direct relationship with the MGM Casino in Las Vegas, but can anyone who can open a casino in New York have any good stuff?
"Are you rushing in like a fool? Find someone to keep an eye on Kashima Noriyasu and trick him out before taking action." Mike said.
“If you can’t cheat, then you have to be tough.”
"Mr. Casare is waiting. If he gets angry, we will all suffer!"
Although Fatty Ca is submissive in front of Victor, he is the second-in-command of the northern Mexican armed forces. Under one person, this Power is still important.
That is to say, he usually looks smiling, but if someone really annoys him, he will definitely go up and give you a slap!
A group of people drove towards Mikoyan Casino.
On the horizon, the sunset gradually fills the air.
It's getting dark in New York.
The chaos is about to begin~
It takes about 40 minutes to drive from the Eighth Ward to the MGM in the Bronx. The fluorescent lights on the roadside begin to exude passion. People wearing short skirts The girl swayed and began to come out to solicit customers.
The black man began to look around with only the whites of his eyes.
Choosing prey.
At night, only those refugees dared to come out.
Mike Corleone asked his men to disperse and found a coffee shop to sit in. As soon as he entered, he naturally attracted the attention of others.
A well-proportioned figure, a tall and straight posture, a bit bohemian, and a hint of righteousness can be seen vaguely, which is very lethal to women.
“Did you see that he is wearing an Omega 5946.30.31 men’s mechanical watch, the price is only 600,000 US dollars, and look at his pair of Louis Vuitton men’s leather shoes, which are worth about 6,000 US dollars. This is a very rich stock!”
Not far away, there were women sitting at a table, each with their own characteristics, some were sexy, some were very conservative, but they all showed off their figures. Come on, the smallest ones have to be 34D.
The speaker was a woman wearing a red dress with big waves.
These people are actually making fun of Kaizi!
There is no shortage of rich people in the bustling areas of New York. These women who want to hug their thighs are either in KTV or on the road, watching like prey.
Of course, you must first have money.
These are a bunch of people who want to be rich wives.
"Look at me~" A woman in purple clothes next to her held a cigarette in her mouth without lighting it. She raised an eyebrow at her companion, stood up, twisted her hips and walked over.
But before he got close to Mike Corleone, he was stopped by two young men in casual clothes who were following him, "I'm sorry, ma'am."
The woman was startled and tensed. Then his eyes brightened even more. Isn't this the rich young man who goes out to take care of his horse? She shouted to Mike Corleone, "Sir, can I borrow a fire?"
Click~
As soon as she finished speaking, the little brother who stopped her took out a lighter and lit it. The whole woman was numb, but she still didn't give up. She had to catch this golden turtle that she finally encountered, and she just wanted to keep opening her mouth.
"Shut up and go away!" The younger brother scolded, scolded and frowned, "Don't look for trouble."
The woman looked at him in shock, seeing the other person raising his hand to hit him. , shivered with fright, turned around and ran away. The high heels even sprained her feet. The pain made her burst into tears. She cursed when she ran back to her companions.
But I didn’t dare to speak loudly for fear of being heard by the other party.
That’s it.
"This man must be GAY!" She cursed "viciously", "Sooner or later, when we open the room, it will be broken inside!"
"Bang!!"
Before the voice could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a very clear sound, like a firecracker, but Mike Corleone narrowed his eyes immediately.
This sound would be the sound of gunshots in the United States!
Immediately afterwards, I saw a bunch of people running out of the MGM Casino in a panic. They were pushing each other, and one man even lost his hair as he ran away.
Shot fired!
Mike Corleone put the cigarette in his mouth on the table and ran out. The younger brother also paid for the coffee.
Never eat for free!
As he ran across the street, he looked around, pushed past the crowd and rushed into the casino. He saw two groups of people confronting each other, and his younger brother was holding a... young man in his hand. He couldn't To say it's vulgar, I can only say that it looks like a pretty face.
It’s an Asian guy, his mouth is full of blood!
The two sides were at war with each other.
"Let's go!" Mike Corleone shouted.
"Let me see which one of you dares to leave and take the guests..." A man who looked like a casino supervisor shouted, but before he could finish speaking, Mike Corleone pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. One shot.
Bang!
Hit in the head!
When he fell to the ground, he still looked in disbelief.
Why are you talking so much nonsense?
When fire comes together, fire comes together!
Seeing how happy the boss was, the younger brothers reacted very quickly. They decisively pulled the trigger and killed everyone first.
Walk on!
When a group of people dragged a RB guy out, the onlookers on the roadside were really brave enough to watch from a distance.
"Get away! Get away!" The younger brother fired a shot into the sky. Finally, even the boldest ones fled in panic.
Woooooo~
After all, this is the United States. People pay taxes. When the police call is received, the nearby patrol police rush over.
At a corner, you can see the police lights flashing on it. Just after passing by an alley, you suddenly see a white van rushing out, facing the rear of the police car just in time. As soon as the corner hit, the opponent lost control directly, rolled twice on the ground, and performed a Thomas rotation of more than 1,000 degrees.
The van was lying in the middle of the road, the door was open, and the "gangster" inside was wearing a balaclava. Except for his sharp eyes and thick calluses, he should be no different from an ordinary gangster.
Oh, and there is also a German-made MG42 machine gun!
At this moment, a police car turned around, and a gangster put his hands on the machine gunner's shoulders to help him support his body, "shoot! (shoot!)"
And The policeman sitting in the car obviously had good eyesight, especially the police sergeant on the passenger side. He hissed, "Back up! Back up! Back up!!"
The driver next to him also looked ferocious and wanted to go forward. Run after.
Sudden~
Chuchuchu! !
Theoretically, the MG42 machine gun can fire 1,500 rounds per minute. At the combat level, it can easily exceed 1,000 rounds per minute. Its high rate of fire and long-lasting firepower have become a nightmare for opponents. Its reliability and suppression performance are extremely high. , changing the barrel only takes a few seconds, so the firepower on the battlefield is guaranteed.
This thing is a "firepower beast!"
During the Normandy landings, a German soldier used an MG-42 to carry out crazy sweeps in a bunker on the beach of Omaha, France. , except for changing the barrel, he did not stop at all. In these crazy 9 hours, he fired 12,000 rounds of ammunition.
In the end, more than 4,000 American soldiers died under the barrel of Hayne's gun. Although Hayne believes he may have killed more than 1,000 people, but certainly no more than 2,000, historians of World War II believe that Hayne likely caused 3,000 to 4,200 casualties among American soldiers.
This may be the highest record in the history of human war, but this record was set by the MG-42 general-purpose machine gun.
“The Norman Priest”—Hain Severo’s weapon of fame.
There are still people using it in Africa, and even humans can use it, which shows that its operation is really simple.
The bullet hit the front hood, just one shot, and there was a bang! The cover of the Jeep Wrangler flew off.
And it itself was ravaged by bullets beyond recognition.
No one inside moved.
At this time, Mike Corleone left with his people, and the entire Bronx was in chaos.
New York's "heavy-armed police" were dispatched directly, but by the time they arrived, the people had already run away. There was no "monitoring and control" at this time. The most important thing was that the New York police also came out. The famous... Invisible Superman.
According to reports, there were 100,280 cases in 1990 and 44,122 felonious assault cases, which is simply the highest number in history.
Bank robberies and street killings cannot be said to be commonplace, but they are indispensable.
"Faker! This is a bullet from a general machine gun! What is this? The army? Wodfa! Do we have an army hidden in New York?!"
FBI Director Floyd who rushed over I. Clark held a bullet casing in his hand and asked with disbelief on his face.
"Is Texas going to be independent?!"
My confidant Pearson coughed and said, "Director, this is obviously a gang fight."
"What club uses MG- 42? Greek Society?" Commissioner Floyd I. Clark yelled at him.
He really couldn't bear it anymore.
Who cares about what a messy gentleman he is?
Last time, the Luckese family matter was not resolved, and now it has happened again. Those who didn’t know thought the Germans were coming.
This is not 1940!
Pearson Road is a little awkward.
"Check! Find out for me, or else, get out of the FBI." Floyd I. Clark's eyes were red.
"No, I'll let you go to Mississippi to guard the pond!"
His ass is not yet hot.
I don’t want to step down!
I can still do it!
After he got into the car, he pointed and cursed.
"Yes, sir!" The local FBI could only salute bravely.
Watching the boss’s car drive away.
A female senior police officer in charge at the scene glanced at Pearson, who waved her hand and said, "Follow your procedures."
"Whose turn is it now?" the woman asked. ask.
"MS-13." A colleague said next to him.
"Then let them hand the person over for three days. If the three days are less than three days, let them do it themselves." The female police superintendent said with a raised eyebrow.
Local associations also have to serve as "guiding lights" and "scapegoats". Otherwise, do you think the United States is easy to get along with?
As long as someone takes the blame.
Anyway, the US government will not really crack down on organized crime.
After all, the biggest black man is sitting at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue!
Pearson heard it from the side, but he was not surprised at all. This kind of thing is too common and he has done it before.
However, as an FBI agent for decades, he still keenly felt that there was something wrong here.
These weapons are definitely smuggled in.
This shows that the other party has a very hidden smuggling route!
I don’t know if I have a problem with the tyrant in Mexico.
I always feel like he did it.
Last time I called because of the Lucchese family, but the other party directly refuted it.
She said that she was like a white lotus.
“Bitch!”
Pearson cursed in a low voice, not knowing who he was scolding.
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(End of this chapter)