Chapter 263: The tiger fell to the ground and was bullied by the dog!
Mexico. Yucatan state. Capital Merida.
The air here is relatively humid.
The underwear is wet when exposed here.
In a house near the beach.
There was no light on, it was very dark!
"Eat! Eat! Fuck, are you going to eat it or not!" Carlos, the last of the four Beltran Leyva brothers, looked ferocious, holding corn paste in his hand and stuffing it hard with a spoon. Into the mouth of Guzman who was lying on the bed!
Very rude.
Just a direct confrontation.
Guzman tilted his mouth and lay on the bed. His left hand was in a one position and his right hand was making a sign of six. Apparently he had seen too many 6+1s.
He woke up, but as the doctor said, he was paralyzed!
He squinted at Carlos, shook his head vigorously, and knocked over the cornstarch, all of which was scattered on the bed and on the other person's body.
Carlos stood up immediately, angrily stretched out his hand and slapped Guzman in the face from left to right, and cursed, "Smelly bastard!! Are you going to fucking eat!!"
He grabbed Guzman’s head and hit it hard on the bed, making the latter make a muffled sound of pain.
A big drug lord reduced to this...
Really...
In fact, Carlos also collapsed. He could no longer contact his brother Arturo, and he knew from the news that it was Guzman's cousin who controlled Sinaloa now. Guys, this means that Arturo is dead!
With Guzman, he can only hide in Tibet.
It seems like the whole of Mexico is looking for him now!
No, I should say look for Guzman.
Carlos took a deep breath and looked at his cousin on the bed, "Eat as much as you like or not, I'll starve you to death!"
After saying that, he kicked the bowl on the floor and left with a dark face.
Guzman was lying on the bed, his mouth open, but unable to speak. His expression looked very dull. Suddenly, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.
If his eldest son was still alive, he would never let himself be bullied like this. Unfortunately... he was killed by Victor!
He hates it so much!
A major drug lord who has caused strife in the world is now like an abandoned puppy, lying on an unknown little broken bed and crying.
Carlos walked out of the room, holding a cigarette in his mouth, raising his hands to his confidants who were warming themselves by the fire in the distance, and just shouted.
I heard a gunshot!
The head of Carlos standing at the door exploded!
The skull was completely deformed and shattered into pieces!
His body leaned forward and rolled down the steps!
The last sapling of the Beltran Leyva family was declared dead.
The drug dealers brought by Carlos were frightened. In panic, some resisted while others fled.
A group of armed men raided the place, with heavy firepower and killed everyone.
Inside the house, Guzman stared as he listened to the gunshots outside. The saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and fear flashed in his eyes.
But he didn't have the energy to run!
There is no ability either.
Pa~!
The door was kicked open, Guzman turned his head with difficulty, and saw a figure walking in. The sun was behind him, which was a bit dazzling and could not be seen clearly.
"Mr. Guzman, long time no see!" There was a chuckle, and the face slowly came closer.
Astonishingly, it is the new generation leader of Jalisco: El Mencho!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are many people outside looking for you. Don't worry, I am different from them. I will not harm you. Instead, I will take care of you like I take care of my father."
El Mencho grinned.
The big-faced man slowly approached Guzman, "I will help you regain the territory that belongs to you!"
The short man tilted his mouth, "Woooooo!!!"
"Shh~" El Mencho raised a finger on his lips, "No need to thank me, come on, take him away."
The boy behind him came up and dragged Guzman, rudely like He was dragged out like a wild dog on the roadside.
Don’t look at the dwarf as useless.
But there are still many people in Sinaloa who are loyal to him, and the new generation of Jalisco needs these people to join.
Mexico is now very "involved". After the six northern provinces were included in Victor's territory, they have long been wailing. Drug traffickers are fighting each other for the few cultivation areas.
Either develop or disband!
El Mencho is very ambitious!
He looked back at the house, took the grenade from his younger brother's hand, pulled the ring, and threw it in. With a bang, the inside was blown to pieces, and dust rushed out from the window next to it.
“Contact reporters and tell them that I, Al Mencho, have captured the drug lord El Chapo Guzman, and I have the confidence and ability to protect Jalisco!”
“My soldiers can also give people safety!”
"And, announce the expansion of the army!"
The younger brother nodded hurriedly. They didn't understand why the boss said this to ordinary people before, but they have tasted the sweetness recently.
The people no longer reject the new generation of Jalisco and will accept them!
This is called a war of public opinion!
“Boss, I heard that Mexico City intends to re-elect the mayor and governor. Do you think we should run?”
El Mencho's eyes lit up, "Maybe we need a better reputation, let's go back to Guadalajara."
He is a drug dealer, but he is also a citizen. If there is really a re-election, then You also have to blend in and blend in.
As soon as he got into the car, he saw his younger brother hand over his cell phone with a strange look on his face, "Boss, I have your phone number. I'm looking for you."
El Mencho He raised his eyebrows and took the phone, "Hello, where are you?"
"Nice to talk to you on the phone, sir..."
"Don't talk nonsense, where are you!" He interrupted the other party directly.
The tone of the person on the other end of the phone was stagnant. Unexpectedly, he had such a bad temper, and he quickly said, "Someone from the CIA wants to see you, and they are willing to support you. Room 407 of the Hilton Hotel in Guadalajara."< br>
El Mencho hung up the phone directly and frowned.
"Take someone to the Hilton Hotel and beat them up. Remember, be gentle." He said to his confidant.
He is a very cunning person. Some people say that El Mencho is a combination of the tact of the old-school drug dealers and the viciousness and viciousness of the new-school. There are many cautious people, but this is the only one who is both crazy and cautious.
"CIA wants to support itself?"
If it's true, then be their dog and get more benefits. If it's false... no one should be that bored.
And there are only a few people who know their personal phone numbers.
“Mexico is getting more and more interesting.”
……
Mexico City.
Kwaukmot walked out of the National Palace under the protection of several presidential guards.
He is going to attend an open class in a school.
When I was about to get in the car, I suddenly heard someone calling me from behind.
Quauquemot turned around in confusion and saw his guard captain, Giancarlos, nicknamed "The Recruit", rushing out with soldiers on his left and right.
"What's wrong?"
Ganclos looked around like an eagle, making everyone he stared at feel uncomfortable. Finally, his eyes rested on the secretary, "Mr. Nunez , something happened to you!”
Nunez’s pupils shrank, and when he saw the president looking at him in confusion, he forced a smile, “Gaanclos, I don’t know what you are doing. Meaning."
"You don't need to know, the Ministry of Information and Information invites you to have tea, and we will tell you about it slowly." Nunez couldn't pretend anymore. After knocking away the colleague next to him and putting his hands into his arms, Naganklos was faster and shot him three times in the heart.
Quick and accurate!
Actually, there is no pain due to adrenaline hitting the head, but after waiting for a few seconds, the person was lying on the ground twitching.
Kwaukmot is protected by a wall of guards next to it.
While Nunez was lying on the ground, an FNM1910 pistol fell out of his arms.
"What's going on?" Quaukmot said with a livid face.
"The Northern Intelligence Agency has intercepted information. There are many people in Mexico City who want to kill you and your family, and are plotting to usurp the throne!"
"But please rest assured, your family is safe and will not Anything."
In addition to serving as the captain of the presidential guard, Giancarlos also served as the deputy director of the Mexican Ministry of Information, and similarly, Mexico's intelligence agencies were disrupted and all stuffed into Victor. people.
“Which people!?”
Gancarlos looked at him and said some names to him.
After hearing this, Quaukmot looked at him in disbelief, "Impossible! They are all from the Workers' Party, and they are also my partners!"
"The real struggle is never about how many people are on the road. Partner, but, how many people persist, sir, this road is full of corruption, depravity and desire, there are always people joining in, and there are always people getting off early."
Gan Carlos said meaningfully. As Victor likes to say, "The real struggle begins now!"
Quauquemot looked at Nunez's body with complicated eyes. I just followed myself. At that time, I was just a civil servant with a low salary.
He followed him to establish the Workers' Party in San Luis Potosí, declared war on drug dealers, and witnessed the glory. He had a sister who was also raped and killed by drug dealers. Logically speaking, they are long-term comrades in arms. .
Why?
Is it true that when faced with greater power, people will lose a lot?
Reasonable? dream? human nature? All gone!
"Mr. President, Governor Victor's phone number." At this moment, Giancarlos handed over the phone.
Kwaukmot took it with trembling hands.
"Victor~"
"Man, the struggle is never about human relations, it is about life and death. Let these people go and bury them."
"I plan to send another army. An army of 600 troops was stationed in Mexico City. "
"You can solve it for yourself in three days. After three days, I will solve it for you."
There was no trace of emotion in Victor's slightly gloomy and cold language. Comfort, only iron blood!
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Quaukmot took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Giancarlos, "What do you need me to do?"
"Please order their arrest!"
"No."
Quaukmot shook his head and gritted his teeth, "Death to the traitors! Bury them all alive!"
"Understood! Sir!" Giancarlos was very happy shouted excitedly.
At this time, Victor, who was in Tijuana, directly called him, George Smiley, and said something to him.
"I allow you to expand the Thirteen Taibao and serve as the person in charge. The number is 3,000. They are selected from each army. They are independent from the Information Bureau and have full power and are only responsible to me."
"You are the only one. All you have to do is..."
"Loyalty!" George Smiley learned to answer.
"Go ahead, I hope to see Taibo in all walks of life, even in the mountains and oceans of Mexico. You are my last barrier."
George Smiley saluted solemnly, and when he walked out of the door, there seemed to be a figure named Heinrich Luipold behind him.
The "Knife of the Empire" begins to show its fangs.
Victor opened the book and he was designing the flag himself.
The thing that can unite everyone to attack drug dealers and crime: "Symbol!"
But why does this symbol look so crooked?
…
Sinaloa. Northern suburb of Culiacan, night.
On the temporarily smoothed tarmac.
The air force dispatched 4 CH-47 "Chinook" helicopters and 7 Mi-8s. Taking advantage of the darkness, the armed forces of a company and 7 LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicles were dispatched. And 3 "Weasel" 1 airborne armored vehicles were flown over.
This "Chinook" is of course Victor's "new equipment" for the air force, nicknamed the flying carriage. It is an American tandem twin-engine twin-propeller all-weather multi-functional heavy transport helicopter.
The Northern Governor's Palace already has the ability to quickly deploy troops to the entire Mexico!
Whenever there is movement in Mexico City, two companies of approximately 300 soldiers will rush in within two hours at the earliest.
When frontline commander Kennedy learned that Rommel had broken through the northern suburbs of Culiacán, he was extremely excited and put the 3rd Company of the 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, nicknamed "The Meritorious Ace Battalion", into the rear battlefield.
This was awarded by Victor himself.
The old EDM troops followed Victor into Guadalupe Island, and then defeated the meritorious battalion of the Tijuana drug cartel on the island.
This is the direct lineage!
Some of the officers are Victor's old colleagues from the prison guards.
The team was led by a major battalion commander.
"Sir!" Rommel and his adjutant Fedor von Bock quickly saluted.
The other party said with a serious smile, "I will be responsible for the frontline war. This is the order from the headquarters." The orderly next to him handed Rommel a document written by Kennedy himself.
He opened it and saw it read: "Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener is ordered to serve as wartime commander, with full responsibility!"
"Read it, gentlemen." Huo Lei Xiao asked. Rommel quickly stood up straight and handed over the appointment letter with both hands.
"In half an hour, everyone will attack Culiacane!"
"The Mi-8 helicopter will clear the way for us in front."
Adjutant Fedo Er. von Bock hesitated for a moment, "Major, the fighting was fierce during the day, and our soldiers may need to rest."
"I will personally lead the charge!" Horatio's words left the other party speechless. Fedor lowered his head after half-opening his mouth.
"Sir, let us do it." Rommel said hurriedly, he was afraid that the other party would die here.
"I am also a soldier, captain. Anyone can charge and sacrifice, why can't it be me?"
"You are responsible for attacking the west side to attract firepower, mainly feigning attacks. I will attack from the north. They will directly enter Culiacán, and we will go with them to fight street battles. Don't worry, the "Chinooks" will work all night and are expected to transport more than 1,000 people into the rear at 7 a.m. tomorrow."
"We. All we have to do is expand the battlefield!”
"Take back this city that has been occupied by drug traffickers for nearly a hundred years!"
Horatio's words were very plain, but they made Rommel's blood boil, "Hi! Victor!"
< br>Adjutant Fedor von Bock and everyone around him raised their hands in salute.
Slowly spread to all soldiers.
This voice is very powerful!
"Go south from Sinaloa!"
"Penetrate through Mexico and sweep away drug traffickers!"
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(End of this chapter)