Chapter 267 What to take with you when you go out? Bring more pounds and dollars!
“Killing me as a civilian is like killing my parents!”
On the TV, Victor’s voice was deafening!
Chief Harris Office of the Mayor of Guadalajara.
El Mencho was holding a basin in his hand, holding a spoon and stuffing it into his mouth vigorously. The green juice seeped out from the corners of his mouth, looking like a zombie in a horror movie. .
In fact, this is mashed cactus food.
North Americans always eat strange things.
Beside him stood the gunman, and opposite the desk were four people kneeling.
One of them was beaten until he curled up like a maggot.
This is the mayor of Guadalaraja, Abufa Mahbub, and next to him are his wife and two young children.
Al Mencho took a sip of Pepsi-Cola, moved the pistol away from the table, took out the dollar bills underneath, wiped his mouth, and looked at the TV.
“This Victor looks really good.” He suddenly laughed out loud.
The boy next to him also laughed awkwardly.
"Why are you laughing?" Al Mencho turned his head and asked.
The younger brother's expression suddenly stiffened, and there was panic in his eyes, "Boss...Boss..."
"Who are you to laugh at a Mexican governor? Get out!"
The younger brother shrank his head angrily and ran out.
Al Mencho is definitely mentally ill. Victor asked people to call him "vile" in front of the TV, but he didn't get angry. He even thought that Victor had a temper and was more forthright than those hypocritical Mexican politicians!
Sometimes I always feel that the boss is interested in Victor’s hook.
Don’t talk about heroes cherishing heroes.
You're already selling drugs, and you're still a hero.
"Mr. Mayor, are you planning to leave Guadalajara? Your staff said that you want to go to the north?" Al Mencho put his elbows on the table and asked with a smile.
Mayor Abufei Mahbub raised his head with difficulty and glanced at the staff member standing next to him. The latter looked worried and guilty, with his head lowered and at a loss.
He betrayed his friends of decades!
"Isn't Guadalajara good? Victor has it, and we have it here."
Perhaps knowing that he could not survive, Abufa Mahbub struggled to sit up straight, his eyes bloodshot, "Okay? There are addicts everywhere, drugs everywhere, and children without hope. What's good here?" "
" Fortunately, there are tons of drugs? Or are there unscrupulous drug dealers? "
"What can you compare to Victor? Even the hair on your legs can’t compare! You are a despicable drug dealer!”
Abufai Mahbub’s voice gradually rose.
"You have darkened this sky! You have deprived Mexico of its future..."
Bang!
Gunshot!
Abufai Mahbub covered his chest and fell limply to the ground. His wife and children next to him rushed up to him crying.
"You are right, but I don't like to hear it."
Al Mencho had a gloomy face, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still smoking.
He calls himself the "Mexican duo", and of course he was angry when someone said he was not as good as Victor. With a dark face, he suddenly turned his head and looked at his staff, "What do you think!"
The latter swallowed, He betrayed his best friend, what bottom line could he draw? He glanced at the muzzle of the other party's gun and hurriedly raised his thumb, "Victor is not as good as you, sir!"
"Wait until you become the market leader. "Mr. Guadalajara is definitely better than Tijuana!"
After hearing this, Al Mencho's expression softened slightly and he pointed at the widow of Mayor Abufa Mahbub! , eyes flashing, "Deal with them!"
"You know how to kill, right?" he asked suddenly, but then shook his head, "You bureaucrats can kill people much more cruelly than drug dealers."
"Be clean and don't affect my election."
When Al Mencho walked out of the door, he glanced at the body of the mayor.
What a bullshit mayor!
Those who disobey must be taught a lesson!
In Jalisco, he was the "Emperor". When he walked out of the door, he said to his confidants, "The Sinaloa gang is so useless, drag our people away. Teach the northerners a lesson!”
"Culiacan is not stable yet, let them be more chaotic!"
Hmm...
The last person who thought that the northern soldiers could not fight was probably the old-school drug lords like Guzman. Now Juarez's Aguilar has died down, Gulf Group's Ambregue has briefly disappeared, and Guzman is "a guest" in Jalisco.
The true face of drug dealers still depends on themselves!
He wants to make the name of Al Mencho the number one banner in resisting the "Northern Army" moving south!
"Brother, do we want to make a big one?" His second brother next to him said softly.
"What do you want to do?"
"A full-scale assassination of all officials of the Northern Governor's Palace! From the grassroots to the top, it is impossible as long as Tijuana's population is on the move Infiltrate the people who control us!"
"They will be scared to death when the time comes."
This is what drug dealers are good at.
But it does work.
Tijuana has a population of millions, what is the concept?
Smugglers, refugees, American tourists, etc., Victor has issued a "Management Plan on Migrant Population". Any foreign population coming to Tijuana must declare it locally.
And get a piece of identification.
If you don’t have this ID, I’m sorry, just go have some tea.
But there are loopholes.
Many scalpers began to sell "Proof of Identity".
The world is so big, there are always people who are not afraid of death. They would rather be beaten to death than die poor.
A certificate of identity has been sold for $300. For those whose identities should not be disclosed, do you want to buy it?
One is 300, ten is 3,000, and one hundred is 30,000!
This money is enough for many people to die!
The real poor will fight for a dollar. In some places, life is more valuable than anything else, and in other places, life is as cheap as grass.
Sometimes you feel incredible, but this society protects you too well.
Hearing what his second brother said, Al Mencho’s eyes flashed, he smiled grimly, and patted his shoulder, "Yes, you do it. We can launch a terrorist attack if necessary. Let everyone be safe." Feel terrible!"
"Let the voices of dissatisfaction among the people in the north appear."
The abacus is a good one, but it turns out that the track pressure is less, and the Victor caliber is thicker. Are you dissatisfied? It can all turn into a compliment!
"You are responsible for this matter, remember, the scene must be big!!"
The second brother nodded happily, he had already thought about it, then...kidnapping a university !
After kidnapping all the students inside, Victor will definitely sit down and negotiate!
"Victor! The new generation of Jalisco is coming!"
...
“Shoot!”
In a suburban open space in Tijuana, gunshots suddenly rang out following the order of a lieutenant.
The 30 drug dealers kneeling on the ground were all shot in the back of the head. They fell to the ground twitching, their brains and blood blooming.
"The next batch! The 3rd Squadron of new recruits!" the lieutenant shouted.
The recruits who had been prepared for a long time took a deep breath and walked onto the execution ground, and a group of drug dealers were dragged up. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I am old and young!" A middle-aged drug dealer burst into tears. "Is it us who are wrong? I have no money, my children need to study, and my family needs to recover from illness. , I sell drugs to make a living..."
But no one listened to this excuse. Instead, because of his "uncooperation", two veterans smashed his knees with hammers. Broken!
I just talk too much.
“Prepare! Release!”
Bang bang bang!
The middle-aged drug lord fell to the ground with regret and despair on his face.
Culiacan caught too many drug dealers.
Over 2000 people!
They were divided, and some were brought to Tijuana to let the new recruits practice their skills. This was also an assessment project. If you don't even dare to kill people, why would Victor support you?
The total score in each performance determines which unit the recruit will be sent to after three months.
In order to satisfy the new blood, Victor also made new provisions of the Military Service Law.
After joining the Northern Army, you will have to serve for at least five years!
If it is a technical service, the minimum is eight years, and then a professional contract will be signed.
Because of "special reasons", the promotion of military ranks is very chaotic. When the army is completely stabilized, there will be perfect order
Within two years, he will be a first class private, after two years he will be a first class soldier, after five years he will be a corporal, after eight years he will be a sergeant, and after eight years he will be a sergeant.
For more than 12 years, you will be a sergeant major. After you retire at the age, you can apply for retirement and enjoy the benefits of regiment-level cadres. At this time, Victor's insurance agency will also give you N+1 time of employment. Sexual subsidies.
This 1 is a year, not a month.
The purpose is to encourage veterans to stay in the army. The longer you stay, the more money you make.
Officers must be trained in professional military schools before they can serve, and those with meritorious service can be promoted directly.
The Joint Operations Command and the Northern Governor's Office also set pay standards.
Regardless of military rank, 13 salary per year.
First class soldier: 320 US dollars per month, First class: 620 US dollars, Corporal: 1,250 US dollars, Sergeant: 2,100 US dollars, Staff sergeant: 3,300 US dollars.
The sergeant major is $5,000!
This is just the basic salary. If you serve as a squad leader or deputy squad leader in the army, you will receive subsidies, and you will also get a high salary during wartime.
A corporal squad leader + during wartime can earn approximately US$19,000 a year.
This welfare package is comparable to that of the US military at the same time.
Victor really spent money to build the army. His budget for 1990 was 1.5 billion US dollars!
Just to support these 100,000 or so soldiers.
Arms and other things don’t require money. If you count them all, you can’t even support the army even if you sell Victor.
It is a fact that soldiers need food. Victor cannot always rely on "anti-drug beliefs" and "speeches" to maintain the army. Only a sound system can achieve good competition and growth. He does not want to be a grass-headed king.
During World War II, they fought you to the death. Were the Bavarian boy soldiers fanatical enough?
See if he dares not to pay his salary.
At that time, let you have a taste of Berlin night!
The next step is to adjust the salaries of civil servants, and then carry out reforms on points that ordinary people care about.
Do you think it's easy to get into this position?
It is easy to conquer a country, but difficult to defend it.
If Victor wants to develop Mexico well, he still has a lot to do.
On the hillside of the execution ground.
The place was dug into flat ground, and Victor sat quietly, basking in the Tijuana sunshine, with coffee on the table next to him.
Brazilian coffee.
Sent from the Brazilian Office in Tijuana.
It tastes good.
In this mountainside, you can even see the beach in the distance and the circling seagulls. In fact, Tijuana is really beautiful.
Nurnisa Kallis next to her was a little restless. As the head of the Secretariat of the International Narcotics Control Board, she had visited many countries to inspect the punishment of drug traffickers.
I have seen people being whipped with whips, and I have also seen people being paraded on the streets. Some countries have even given up on fighting and let drug traffickers fend for themselves.
But this is really the first time I have seen someone like this, pulled out to let recruits practice their courage.
“The spokespersons from the other two departments did not agree, but they hope to see you in Vienna, Austria, to discuss with you your opinions on the management of drug traffickers.” Nurnitha Kallis said.
I disagree because I am afraid that she, a bitch, will fish, but when we meet, we can talk in private.
Airborne nationwide, available for appointment!
These corrupt officials like to say when they meet that they don't trust any communication tools.
But if you are not corrupt, how can Victor be promoted?
He smiled, understood the subtext, and nodded, "Of course, I am happy to discuss and learn from each other with the seniors on the anti-drug front."
"Then tomorrow Let's go?"
"No problem." Victor nodded, and suddenly thought about it. Can I visit the former residence of Mustache?
But he immediately closed his mouth.
What a joke!
Up to the Second World War, no politician from any country dared to visit this place. Why? Do you miss them?
You have ulterior motives!
Tell me, do you want to summon the souls of that evil empire?
Whenever Victor went, he would be sprayed to death with spittle.
Political acumen is also very important...
In this kind of historical matter, there must be no ambiguity.
But it’s funny to say that an Austrian went to Germany and fought in the World War. Well... it’s quite funny.
"General, the mission is completed, a total of 621 drug dealers have been killed!" The lieutenant in charge of the execution ground ran to the mountainside and stood at attention in salute.
"Send the body to the medical school. Even if you die, you must contribute to Mexico and humankind."
"Yes!"
Victor stood up, drank the last bit of coffee, and said Looking at Nurnisa Kallis, she said, "Let's go back."
The group of people got into the car and drove away under the protection of bodyguards.
"Okay, close the team!" Jason Bourne, who was in charge of security, shouted with the walkie-talkie, and saw a man wearing a suit climbing up from the haystack about 20 meters up the mountainside. A sniper in a ghillie suit.
Holding a Barrett in hand!
This is not the only one, you can also vaguely see people moving around in other places.
Victor was very afraid of death.
Of course you should take more people with you when you go out.
There is a company stationed on this mountain, as well as prepared ambulances and a series of logistical support.
You know why many emperors didn’t like going to the countryside in the past.
A waste of time and money!
In the car at this time, Chief Secretary Krista Schroeder asked, "Sir, what should I prepare for going to Vienna?"
"Prepare more US dollars and pounds. No rubles, they don’t like it.”
“Oh, by the way, bring a small portion of the gold jewelry seized from Culiacan.”
"They will love the gifts from Mexico!"
(End of Chapter)