Chapter 271 Hi? What kind of stuff are you worthy of? ! (Today is International Anti-Drug Day, pay tribute to the heroes!)


Chapter 271 Hi? What kind of stuff are you worthy of? ! (Today is the International Anti-Drug Day, pay tribute to the heroes!)

The attack on government agency personnel in the village of Culiacan Sangendava cannot be ended easily.

Kennedy refused!

Casare also refused!

They even plan to magnify this matter.

Since you think we are easy to bully, let me show you the savagery of the northerners!

George Smiley, nicknamed the "Rock Ogre", and his "Thirteen Taibos" imprisoned everyone in Culiacan who had anything to do with drugs.

Officials involved in drug production, drug trafficking and transportation, as well as the protection of drug dealers, originally believed that the farmers who grew upstream and the downstream channels for transporting drugs were "coerced" according to the Northern Governor's Office, and they should be able to get " leniency”.

But if you do this, it doesn’t matter who you are, just lock them all up first.

Because there were not enough prisons, two "concentration camps" were built in the northern suburbs of Culiacan. Everything was confiscated and they were only allowed to bring two pieces of clothing. All they needed to do was do odd jobs every day.

For example, helping soldiers wash their clothes!

In the open space of the concentration camp, four or five female drug dealers were washing clothes. One of them suddenly fell to the ground and twitched, foaming at the mouth.

The people next to me were startled and soon understood that this was a drug addict!

They stood up and shouted, "Discipline! Discipline!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they heard a gunshot, poof...

The head of the female drug dealer who fell to the ground exploded!

Blood and tissue fragments spattered on the faces of others. Their horrified expressions should be photographed and hung in a museum!

In the small building in the distance, George Smiley was chewing gum, put down the Barrett in his hand, picked up the red wine on the table, shook it, and took a sip. , smiled at the captain in charge of the concentration camp and said, "Very good red wine!"

"We took it from Guzman's collection from the winery, and the headquarters sent two bottles. "The captain picked up the bottle and pointed at the label, "It's still a foreign product." "No wonder it smells like wine." George Smiley shook his head and said. Down to business, "I think the drug dealers in this concentration camp are not afraid at all. We must make them live in fear!"

"Each person has a stick of corn every day, so they don't eat too much. If they eat too much, they will run away. Also, pick 50 people to kill every day! Let them draw lots."

George Smiley He spat the chewing gum in his mouth into the trash can, "Mr. Victor said that drug dealers are ruthless, so we should be ruthless than them! Kill them until they are afraid, kill them until they can't express their fear."

Captain His face tightened.

“This is the instruction manual issued by our Internal Affairs Bureau. You can take a look.” George Smiley handed over a newly revised book on the table.

"On 100 ways to torture and kill drug dealers!" 》

The captain took it over and took a look at it curiously. His brows trembled as he saw the first move: to take off the skin of the drug dealers' feet, then tie their feet and put them into the sea water.

The scene suddenly appeared in his mind, and he shivered suddenly.

Fuck!

The people in the Internal Affairs Office are not normal.

“How long will the people in this concentration camp be detained?”

A strange smile appeared on George Smiley's face, "Do you think they can still get out?"

"Clean them all up when it's time to clean them up. The last thing in Mexico is the drug dealers. It's fun." , Man! You have to know that not everyone can get your job."

He patted the captain on the shoulder while holding a cigarette.

The latter swallowed.

George Smiley picked up the sniper rifle and pulled the trigger at a male drug dealer in the distance who was struggling to pull a piece of wood!

Bang!

A hole was blown out of his chest.

The people next to me ran aside in fear.

“Exciting!” George Smiley screamed.

"Crazy! People in the Internal Affairs Department are all crazy!" The captain murmured in his heart.

Dong Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the door, and the captain called in, and saw a soldier wearing "classic" Taibo uniforms walking in. Their clothes in the Internal Affairs Department were different, and the armband was Victor's picture. , and on the chest was written: "Loyalty is not absolute! It is equal to absolute disloyalty!"

"Captain!"

"Speak!" George Smiley didn't even turn his head. , fired another shot at a helpless female drug dealer, well...he likes to hit others in the "upright" position.

Perhaps my family was poor when I was a child and I didn’t get breast milk, so now I have a lot of malice toward outstanding women!

"The rats in Mexico City have begun to move!"

George Smiley took a deep breath, "Can't hold it in anymore? Oh, then let people kill them. There are too many around Mr. Cuauquemot "

"Understood!" After the team member saluted, he turned around to convey the order, his face serious.

The captain glanced at the soldier's back. He also knew that many dignitaries in Mexico would be in trouble due to the other party's message.

"Tell me, can I knock down that lame drug dealer?" George Smiley pointed at a lame drug dealer and asked.

The captain came back to his senses and glanced, "That man is Guzman's cousin..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of gunshots, and the man fell to the ground, and his other leg was hit. It sucks!

“What did you say?” George Smiley turned his head and asked, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The captain laughed sarcastically.

We’re already in a concentration camp, no matter what cousin you are, even if you are a bitch, you still have to pee standing up!

A call from the Internal Affairs Office went directly to the office of Giancarlos, nicknamed "The Recruit" in Mexico City.

This kid who once "captured" Zambada alive on the battlefield is now a totalitarian figure!

The military representative and intelligence chief of the Northern Governor's Palace in Mexico City is also the head of the Internal Affairs Department here.

"I understand." He hung up the phone with a serious expression, stood up, and pressed the internal phone next to him, "Team 1, Team 2, and Team 3 gather downstairs!"

He I picked up the hat on the table and walked out. When I went downstairs, there were already more than a hundred people standing.

"You take people to the residence, I will take people to the city hall!" Giancarlos said to the deputy, "Everyone on the list is arrested, no, shot!"

"It is a waste to keep them. Food!”

“Let’s go!”

A group of people got into the car and rushed towards each target in two groups.

The sun was high in the sky, and two words floated faintly on the white clouds: "Loyalty!"

17:21 pm.

It’s time to get off work.

Many people in the city hall have already gone out with their bags, chatting with each other and making appointments to go to a bar to hang out.

“Mayor!”

“Mayor!”

Eduardo Galeano followed his secretary out, and the staff next to him stopped to say hello.

The former has a serious face and is unsmiling.

He is like this. He has a very serious bureaucratic atmosphere. His subordinates are scared when they see him. He doesn’t even give any feedback when he says hello. The secretary next to him was just about to open the door when he heard "beep beep beep" car horn sound.

Eduardo Galeano frowned and turned his head, and saw five cars driving in from the door of the city hall. Giancarlos, who is known as the "Iron Dog" in Mexico City, got out of the car. Up and down.

Peng!

He closed the car door hard and walked over with the people.

"Mr. Mayor, we have something to summon you." Giancarlos said to him.

"Sorry, I have a meeting to hold, and I don't have time for the moment. The word summons is very inaccurate..."

"No time?"

Ganka Los raised his eyebrows, and then suddenly kicked him, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen. With just such a kick, he knelt on the ground and his face suddenly turned green. Giancarlos pulled his head and pressed it on the hood.

"Who gave you the courage to say this? Do you have time now? Let me tell you, I am coming to you today on behalf of the Northern Internal Affairs Office. It doesn't matter whether you have time or not. If we say you have it, you have to have it!"

“Tug away!” Giancarlos waved his hand, and the subordinates behind him dragged him left and right into the car.

"North? This is the south! This is Mexico City!" Eduardo Galeano shouted with all his strength. "The South? Sooner or later, it belongs to General Victor too!" Giancarlos didn't even turn his head, raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the frightened and trembling secretary and said, "Are you right?"


< br>The other party shivered and raised his hand, "Hi...Victor!"

Giancarlos stepped up and slapped him to the ground, then kicked him, "You are the only one who deserves to say hello!"

Is the word loyalty easy to write?

It needs to be tested.

Giancarlos shook his hair, looked at other government workers who were also frightened, and then looked at the Municipal Building, "Arrest people!"

The Internal Affairs Department security guard behind him They rushed into the building.

After a while, all the officials with professional titles were squeezed out.

“Gentlemen, it is said that some of you here intend to overthrow the Cuauquemot regime?” Giancarlos looked at them with his hands behind his back and glanced at them, “Don’t you know that Cuaukmote Who is covering the back? ”

Holy shit, is this even allowed to be said?

Is this so upright and fair?

But what is Giancarlos afraid of?

There are nearly 100,000 soldiers in the Governor's Palace. As long as Victor wants, he can sweep across the entire Mexico. This is called confidence. If any of you are not convinced, stand up and say something.

"We just failed!" At this time, someone actually retorted. Giancarlos looked over and saw a man wearing glasses who looked like a high-level intellectual said in a low voice, staring at him intently. He, when he looked over, "What we are resisting is endless war and the cowardly Cuauquemot!"

"He is dividing Mexico! Who is Victor? He is just a little policeman ..." The man became more and more excited as he spoke. He raised his hands and even wanted to shout slogans.

Gancarlos pulled out a gun and shot him in the head!

Boom!

His glasses were broken, he was shot just above the bridge of his nose, his eyes were open, and he collapsed!

"Slogans are not as powerful as bullets!"

"Take them back, I have to let them receive re-education!"

The people from the Internal Affairs Office will give them " "Please" got into the car and the bodies were carried away.

"Captain, Mr. Cuauquemot's phone number." The Taibao next to him handed him the phone. Giancarlos coughed twice and said, "Good afternoon, sir."

"How did your people break into the city hall?!" The other party said in a solemn voice, "There are traitors there too?"

"Yes!"

"Is this a misunderstanding? City Hall Chief Eduardo Galeano is my close electoral partner.” Te was silent for a moment, "Can I see him?"

"Of course, anytime."

"Thank you."

Kwaukmot hung up the phone and sat on the chair with a sense of loss. He raised his head and saw a hanging hanging on the wall. There is a painting with seven people on it. These are the "partners" he personally selected after moving into the National Palace, and they can also be regarded as political allies.

Including the mayor of Mexico, the Minister of Security of Mexico, senior generals of the Mexican army, etc., they have been with his "close partners" for a long time. After the Workers' Party came to power, he naturally wanted to promote them.

But...why does this happen?

Didn’t you give enough?

Or maybe they want more!

Kwaukmot sighed, very softly, but it was deafening in the empty and lonely office.

“People’s hearts!”

……

After all, Victor is on a business trip this time.

The United Nations was also quite generous and directly booked a castle hotel built in 1155.

Uh...

The reason why people are so polite is because the Governor General of Northern Mexico donated 6 million US dollars for humanitarian relief.

Oh, this news was on the Mexican news at that time, and it was broadcast for three days in a row!

Spend money and don’t advertise.

Didn’t I, Victor, give me the money for free?

This castle hotel is very cool. When the motorcade drove to the door of the hotel, the bodyguards got out of the car and naturally formed a circle inside and outside. Jason Bourne opened the car door and Victor was dressed in a straight suit. Suit down.

At the door, the Castle Hotel actually prepared 4 knights. When they saw him coming down, they commanded the horses to show him the equestrian skills.

Victor can’t understand…

What dick X equestrian!

It gives me a headache. You can let a horse ride you for two laps, and then Boss Wei will think you are awesome.

But he is a character after all, and of course he cannot be like a "countryman" like Cardano. After the display was completed, Victor clapped gently and smiled and raised his thumbs to these people.

"Hello Mr. Victor, I am the manager here, Makarova." A woman with bunted hair, wearing slim work clothes, over 1.7 years old, wearing black stockings.

Victor glanced at her chest, quickly looked back, shook her hand, and said with a smile, "Hello."

"Please come with me, I have arranged your accommodation room."

Victor nodded and was about to walk forward when Jason Bourne pulled him. He understood immediately and nodded. The latter walked in front of Victor, standing between the female manager and him.

The decoration inside is really magnificent!

Of course it’s just an exaggeration. Guzman’s home is called resplendent. According to frontline reports, his home and his toilet are filled with gold!

There is even a gold Disney doll floor on the floor because his daughter likes it.

But if he died, Victor would be better off.

Confiscated!

The bodyguards took over the security downstairs, and others were distributed on each floor. After Victor reached the top floor of the castle, there were only four or five personal bodyguards left.

"This is your residence." Makarova opened the door and said.

Going inside, you will see Persian carpets, precious solid wood, and European aristocratic style decorations. The space is also very large, about 60 square meters.

Victor nodded with satisfaction.

"You need to rest first. The chef is preparing the dinner. If you need anything, you can call me." Makarova bowed slightly respectfully, revealing the red bra underneath.

She had obviously been trained. She did not walk out the door with her back on her back, but walked out backwards before closing the door.

Victor sat on a chair and said to Jason Bourne and others, "Help me see if anyone has a third ear."

A group of people just Start searching in Kakajiaojiao.

Victor didn't dare smoke the prepared cigar, and don't eat anything outside.

I lit a cigarette that I brought with me and looked outside quietly.

About half an hour passed.

Jason Bourne walked over and said, "Sir."

Victor turned his head and was startled to see that he was holding more than a dozen various items in his hand. Such a listener.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Obviously, many people are interested in how many women I call when sleeping at night."

"Do you want to contact the hotel?"

"You Do you think they don't know?" Victor said meaningfully, "Makarova, a Soviet name, works as a manager in Vienna, ha!"

"Don't worry about them, just take someone with you. I can't sleep well without a gun after I get the weapons and ammunition that I brought here."

"What about these monitors?"

"Leave it alone, I will hand it over to them personally at the meeting tomorrow!"

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(End of this chapter)

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