Chapter 268 I want to find a wife for my mother!
Sinaloa was not completely liberated!
The fall of Culiacan can only mean that drug dealers have lost their power in this state, but many towns in the south are still in the hands of drug dealers.
The port city of Mazatlan.
In the courtyard of the city hall.
There were many defeated soldiers sitting there. They looked low in morale, and many of them had blank eyes.
How could a city as big as Culiacan be captured?
It would take a lot of effort for the Northern Army to release hundreds of wild dogs.
My group finally succeeded in "breaking through" and settled here, but where to go next?
Thousands of people were in the two groups, and now there are just a few hundred people...
"Hey, if only Boss Guzman was here, we wouldn't be like this." A drug dealer wearing a mask suddenly sighed and said.
The companion next to him raised his head and glanced at him, "What's the point of saying this now?"
He looked at a window on the second floor, "What if the new boss With half the ability of Guzman, we won’t be driven out like wild dogs.”
The great powers all miss the Qing Dynasty.
Cauldron, your cousins are so incompetent!
"Who do you think you are! My grandfather and Guzman's grandfather are brothers. I am the first candidate to inherit Sinaloa. This boss belongs to me!" At this moment, a roar came from the room on the second floor. spread out.
The sound was so loud that the drug dealers below heard it.
"Guzman is my cousin, and I have a share in it!" Another voice was fighting with him desperately.
"What is this? Then I am still Guzman's biological uncle, so can I!"
The voices of the big guys above slowly became mixed, and then they started to quarrel with each other. stand up.
Is this a fight for power?
"Then let's break up! Each takes his own people and leaves. As you are, Victor will catch and kill him sooner or later!"
The drug dealers heard " Cursing", within a minute, a middle-aged man with a fat belly came out, "Follow me, I have the final say in Sinaloa"
"Mendez! ! Do you want to die?" A young man who came out from behind yelled, and then started to beat him.
The fat man who was beaten was also angry. The two of them actually fought each other in the street in front of hundreds of younger brothers!
This...
It's simply weird.
In the end, the farce was pulled away by other members of the Guzman family.
Fat Mendes wiped the nosebleed from his face, his eyes were gloomy, "You bastard, remember!"
"Bah! You are the only one worthy of a dog barking!" the young man shouted loudly Cursing, he would have gone up to fuck him if someone hadn't been dragging him behind him.
Mendes looked at the drug dealers and said, "Follow me!"
After that, he left the city hall with a few of his henchmen with dark faces. The drug dealers looked at each other and walked out of the crowd. More than ten or twenty people followed.
Mendes, who claimed that his grandfather and Guzman's grandfather were biological brothers, looked at the people behind him and almost vomited blood.
"Go to Chihuahua! Go to Juarez. From now on, we will be called the New Sinaloa Group!"
"Yes! Boss!" The younger brothers have no strength. It's like being casual and perfunctory.
"Don't worry, I know where Guzman still has money hidden. Follow me and enjoy the hot food. I will never treat you badly. When the New Sinaloa Group develops and grows, you guys will be the heroes."
< br>It’s such a big cake, it’s a bit hard to stuff it in.
And Mendes is not the only one.
Without the appearance of a powerful leader, the drug cartel, like many criminal organizations, suddenly fell into pieces. Everyone wanted to be the boss, so they would split up.
The Sinaloa drug cartel, which has dominated the Mexican drug scene for decades, has begun to decline.
It was directly divided into 9 families, all under the banner of Guzman, and many "foreign surnames" of the same master are also starting to make moves. We have soldiers in our hands. This is the key point.
Since ancient times, isn’t it true that the man with strong soldiers and horses is the king? !
Here, history calls it: "The Mazatlan Separation Incident!"
In fact, the most confused person is the CIA.
Holding the aid, looking around blankly, hey... the person I want to help has collapsed internally?
The Mexican branch had no choice but to report it.
In the end we can only hand over this assistance to Juarez and the Gulf Group.
Hey~
As expected, not everyone is suitable to be the boss!
…
"Ding~ Dear passengers, we have arrived at Tijuana Victor Duke Airport safely. The plane will need to taxi to the designated parking space... Please do not stand up or open the luggage rack..."
This name...
At first glance, it seems that it has been changed.
What was his previous name Abelardo Rodriguez?
Those are all antique figures from the last century.
The world has changed now!
Damien Jarvis, the former 556th major medic of the US Army and now a cadre of the "Mexican Foreign Legion", carefully raised the window and saw that many airline planes could be seen in the airport.
And the terminal is being expanded.
"I hope this place won't be as disgusting as the air in Louisiana!" Sitting next to him was a young man in his twenties or fives, who looked outside and said.
Damien Jarvis turned to look at him.
The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, "Paul Boymer, once served in the Green Berets."
"Damien Jarvis, are you from Baton Rouge? "He also reached out and shook hands with the two people.
“No, no, no, I’m from Washington. I followed my mother to Baton Rouge, where she started a new family, and when I came back from the army, they had another baby. Bless them."
Damien Jarvis looked at him. The other person spoke very frankly, but as a military doctor, he also knew a little about psychology and could clearly hear the loss in the other person's tone. .
I am like a superfluous person in this family.
He quickly changed the subject, "I remember that Green Berets can serve until they are 30 years old. Are you voluntarily applying for retirement?"
"I hate the US government, I hate politicians, they start wars, And war is a mother's child traveling thousands of miles to kill another mother's child, I don't know what I'm fighting for, justice? Or the bastards at the negotiating table?" Paul Boymer spread his hands. , "I think that in Mexico I can find my purpose in life."
"I work to liberate all countries oppressed by drugs!"
"Of course, there is a high salary, Damn, they gave too much.”
Paul Boimer’s honesty left Damian Jarvis a little unable to answer.
"Okay, gentlemen!"
Casare, who was sitting in front, stood up, shaking a little. He smiled at the 182 "American mercenaries" sitting in the cabin and said, "You are welcome to come. Go to the hell of drug dealers, the paradise of anti-drugs, the city of Governor Victor - Tijuana!"
"Ouch~"
A Yankee shouted at the top of his voice, and everyone looked at him.
Casare also smiled, "The beautiful scenery and journey in Mexico will make you scream!"
While he was talking, the escalator came down with a thud. He looked back and clapped his hands, "Gentlemen! Please take your luggage with you and let's get off the plane!"
A group of people were excited. Take off your luggage and walk off the plane in an orderly manner.
After they got off the plane, they saw seven or eight troop carriers waiting quietly. Seven or eight soldiers from the Northern Army grinned and looked very friendly!
Well, "It's finally here!" Fill in the line baby! 》Nonsense, of course the enemy is friendly.
If I didn't think the influence was bad, I would have planned to bring some cheerleaders.
What Americans like most is girls.
During World War II, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. The White House gentlemen tried their best to recruit troops. They thought about using the justice of the country and the nation, but the young people would only say, "Fuck you." Damn it!”
This made the recruitment experts and Helpless very angry. The last angry expert drew some pictures of nosebleeds...
The number of 600,000 soldiers soared to 13 million!
Americans serve as soldiers for only two purposes, money and women.
"Sir!" The major leading the team stood up straight and saluted immediately when he saw Casare.
"There are 182 warriors in total. Have you arranged a place for them?"
"Report to the Culiacan military camp. Warriors should go to the bravest place." The major lowered his voice. He said, maybe because he felt that Casare was overthinking, he added, "Order from the Supreme Command."
Fatty Ka did not feel bad, but nodded, "Such a high salary must be given." Go up and send... to show the effect.”
I almost said I was going to die!
He glanced at the young hero, but he pretended not to have heard.
There are no officers in the "Foreign Legion". The officers will be sent from the joint combat headquarters. The purpose is to keep this team in hand.
So the basic salary for these "foreign monks" is almost the same. The minimum monthly salary is 1,000 US dollars +, and more for technical troops.
Much more than what Victor's own troops gave him.
The eldest brother in civil engineering needs to pay more when he begs for food.
With such a high salary, it would be a pity not to send them to the front line...
Anyway, these people don’t need pensions and insurance.
This price is not cheap. During the Gulf War, American soldiers participating in the war received a fixed salary of US$753.9 per month, but if they served for less than 4 months, they could only receive US$697.2.
"Let's send them to Tijuana to enjoy the night view first. Before killing the pigs, we have to let them have a good dream." Casare couldn't help laughing.
The major who received him also laughed.
The young man Paul Boymer, who had already got into the car, asked the old military doctor Damien Jarvis, "What are they talking about? They look very happy."
"Do you understand Spanish?"
"Of course not, but I think maybe he is happy for us, well, definitely." Old military doctor Damien Jarvis murmured to himself.
After Casare chatted with the major for a few words, he turned to whisper a few words to the accompanying bodyguards, and saw his younger siblings and mother being "helped" into another car. .
He brought his mother with him. His brain is not working well. What is he doing in the United States?
Making a fool of yourself?
The motorcade departs from Duke Victor Airport.
The Yankees were arranged at the "Tijuana Military Camp" in the city center, while Casare didn't even return to his villa and went directly to see Victor.
Insert a word here, he lives in villa No. 2, which turns out to belong to the Benjamin Brothers, a Tijuana drug cartel. It can be seen from these marks that Victor is really good to him.
This villa was given to him. If you want to sell it, no problem at all. It can basically be sold for four to five million US dollars!
"Hi, good evening, Miss Christa Schroeder, you are getting more and more beautiful, is the boss here?"
Casare got off the car and met the chief downstairs. The secretary said hello with a smile.
Christa Schroeder was also very polite when she saw him. This woman had some sense. She knew that she could not offend anyone but the fat man in front of her.
Ten thousand respects should be given.
If you offend him.
Victor will throw away Krista Schroeder like trash!
Where are the women?
After reaching a certain status, to put it very cruelly, women are just like goods, just for you to choose.
But a loyal and obedient companion is more important than anything else.
"Mr. Governor is in the office," Krista Schroeder said.
"Thank you~"
Casare thanked him, held his big belly and ran upstairs. The secretary looked at his back with a hint of envy in her eyes. , in the Northern Alliance, he is the only one who can be called the boss.
Others?
Not worthy at all.
At this time, Victor was frowning, holding a cigarette in his hand, and was listening to Jason Bourne's information.
“You mean, the Sinaloa Group split internally?”
“Yes!” Jason Bourne nodded, pointing to the map of Mexico hanging behind him, “A total of It was divided into 9 families, one in Sinaloa, Chihuahua, and Coahuila.”
Victor noticed something was wrong.
Isn’t this a direct transformation from a drug dealer to a small guerrilla?
If you have money and weapons, you can directly recruit a group of people again. In other words, these 9 people can be divided into 9 forces!
Why does it suddenly look like the end of a dynasty and the rise of all heroes?
Isn’t this the “Mexican Civil War”!
Holy shit!
The United States is not in chaos yet, but Mexico is in chaos first?
If this situation spreads, you must know that there are many states in the country where traditional Indians have little goodwill towards the government and are just waiting for an opportunity.
Isn’t this it?
What if a rebellion suddenly breaks out!
Well then...
The government’s credibility will be lost immediately.
It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. Many states in the South are the vanguard of “rebellion”.
Victor’s head was a little bit heavy.
You’re not going to destroy the entire Mexico and then rebuild it, right? That would cost more!
Jason Bourne is also smart. He also noticed something was wrong and shut his mouth immediately, and the office suddenly became much quieter.
After a while, Victor spoke.
"I will seek new help at the United Nations meeting. You find someone to label everyone except the Mexican government forces as drug traffickers! We take the moral initiative."
"Wait until Culiacan is stabilized. , capture all of Sinaloa and not allow others time to develop."
"This is a long-lasting war, Jason, we will not allow this group of drug traffickers to grow into a rebel organization, find a way. Provoke conflicts between them and let them kill each other."
It doesn't work!
Then do it yourself.
Wang Tu’s hegemony was born in the fighting!
France rose in the hands of Napoleon, and Mexico can also welcome its emperor!
Dong dong dong~
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Victor was startled and shouted to come in. He saw Casare’s familiar fat face coming in, “Boss. !”
“Come back? I thought you weren’t coming back in the United States.” Victor joked, looked him up and down in person, and patted his belly, “It looks like you were taken advantage of. Ism is corrupted.”
Casare laughed innocently, "Where is the boss? Wherever is my home. I will definitely come back."
"You are the only one who can say, how are you? Is there any accident? Sit down, sit down "
As soon as he sat down, Casare said something confusing, "Boss, do you know anyone good? I want to find a wife for my mother!"
< br>(End of this chapter)