Chapter 301 Do you want my wealth? Come and save me!
"Friends from the audience, this is the frontline reporter of the Mexican News Agency reporting for you."
A blond girl with blue eyes stood in front of the camera with a microphone, "The Northern Army launched an attack on drug dealers yesterday. A thunderous strike captured the new generation of Jalisco speaker El Mencho alive in the workhouse of Guadalajara!"
"This is the first time since the Northern Army launched the "Northern Recapture Plan"! A drug trafficker leader who was captured alive."
Hoo~! !
Just as the reporter was broadcasting seriously, a strong man with icons painted on his face burst into the camera holding a flag.
Pointing to the side of his face in the camera, he muttered, "Kill the drug dealers! Protect Mexico! Protect Victor!!"
"Hi, Victor!"
The female reporter smiled helplessly, but also cheered.
The person carrying the flag is a new organization, composed of some retired soldiers from the Northern Army, progressive young people and many cultural figures.
They called: "Mexico in the New Era!"
This organization is very interesting. Article 1: Be loyal to Victor and believe that Governor Victor is the only savior of Mexico.
Being above board is written in the regulations.
So they are also called: the Victor Faction and the Northern Faction. They often win in street fights with the Southern Faction.
And because there are many retired soldiers, we have a good relationship with the military.
Coupled with the hawkish style, the number of people has increased rapidly, and it is said that it now exceeds 3,000!
Ordinary people don’t dare to offend them.
They also have a main responsibility, volunteering to patrol the streets for those who disrespect Victor.
Once discovered, they will all be sent to the police station, a bit like...the stormtroopers in World War II? ?
Some people also say that the main leader behind this organization is Casare Gonzalez, Victor's close comrade-in-arms and one of the founders of the Northern Army.
After the strong man carrying the flag left the camera, the female reporter quickly resumed her rhythm, obviously having good journalistic qualities, "Now we see that this is the street of Tepic, the capital of Nayarit state, and behind her are people The number of witnesses who came after hearing the news exceeded 300,000! "
"They are waiting for the drug dealer El Mencho to enter the city for trial!"
Suddenly, the crowd burst into an uproar, followed by I saw a group of people pushing forward vigorously. Fortunately, there were more police and soldiers to maintain order, otherwise there would have been a stampede.
“Hurry, hurry, El Mencho is entering the city!”
This is live broadcast.
Tens of millions of people in Tijuana, El Cillo, Mexicali, Culiacan, Guadalupe Island, hundreds of cities in six states, all watched at the same time!
Mexicali. National Guard 223rd Regiment Mess Hall.
Santos, who was wearing a military uniform with the rank of private, frowned.
They came to intern as outstanding students of Victor Military Academy on Guadalupe Island.
“I always feel as if everyone is very polite to me.” He said to the little boy Canpost in front of him, who was struggling with the chicken legs. Hearing this, he was startled, “Isn’t this bad? ?”
"Of course!"
"I don't want to be the exception. I applied for the military academy to save Mexico. This makes me very uncomfortable, but I just don't know why." Santos said in a muffled voice.
Campost looked at him like that, hesitated for a moment, looked around, "Don't forget who your godfather is."
Santos was stunned.
“The general was baptized for you, which is something that many people would not envy.”
In the holy religion, the relationship between godfather and godson is not a random name, but a specific father-son relationship. Once this relationship is determined, it cannot be changed even if the godfather dies.
In other words, if Victor really dies, Santos even has the right to inherit!
Politics itself is a product of inheritance.
No matter how small this hope is, it is possible. As long as it is possible, his identity will be different.
Campost could understand the discomfort he was feeling. Young people are very proud and don't want to be labeled as someone.
After taking a bite of the chicken leg, he said, "Actually, there is a way. As long as you get the best results in future training, I believe everyone will respect you. The best way to break the label of being a relational person is your own strength!" < br>
Santos thought for a moment and thought this was a good idea. He smiled and patted Canposte on the shoulder, "You are right. Your head is better for you. When I become a general in the future, I will let you be the general." My dog-headed military advisor.”
“Go and be a general, I want to be a marshal!”
While the two were laughing, they heard the cheers coming from the TV. At the same time, he raised his head and saw a bird's eye view.
This is an overhead shot from a helicopter.
There were people down there, flags flying, at least everyone from Tepic was here.
The camera zooms in.
A convoy drove in from the city gate, fully armed, with a special cage in the middle?
The embarrassed El Mencho was tied up with a rope.
Under Victor's hands, drug dealers have no dignity. The so-called human rights are for human beings, not bastards.
Snap~
An egg smashed over from the roadside and hit El Mencho directly in the face.
He raised his head fiercely, looked around, stood up unhappily and cursed around him.
His expression looked like he wanted to eat everyone!
The crowd was a little frightened by his appearance, but were soon hit with more eggs.
The whole person is covered with egg white!
The area around the motorcade was crowded. The police tried their best to clear the way, but they were also afraid that El Mencho would be beaten to death.
He is simply notorious in Mexico. He likes to play it after killing people, so that many people tremble when they hear his name.
A motorcade escorted him to the town hall in Tepic.
Over there he will be judged!
El Mencho's breathing was rapid, and the egg white fell on his face and into his mouth, which was still a little bitter.
The palms of his hands were tightly squeezed.
No!
We cannot sit still and wait for death.
He doesn’t want to die.
He still has a lot, a lot, a lot of money in his bank account!
People are dead, money is gone, how sad that is, and he still has to control his drug empire!
He likes to see others wailing, but it does not mean that he is being tortured and killed.
With Victor’s bastard character, he will definitely kill himself!
He cannot die!
He still has many dreams and he is still young!
As the motorcade turned a corner and was about to arrive at the city hall, he saw many reporters reporting on the roadside.
He knew that his opportunity was here.
Brush!
He stood up suddenly and pulled the chain on his body. The movement froze everyone's eyes.
"I don't want to die! One billion! Whoever can save me, I will give him one billion dollars! Anyone or any organization, as long as they can save me, I will give him money!!"
Elmen Qiao's voice sounded heartbreaking.
One billion? ! ! US dollars? !
18.5 billion pesos? ! !
There was a strange and brief silence in the crowd, and everyone looked at him in shock.
Even the relatives of the victims he killed showed their faces below...Greedy!
The canteen of the 223rd Regiment was also unusually quiet.
Santos could feel the heavy breathing of his comrades behind him.
"Can he offer a billion dollars?"
Campost looked at him, "The new generation of Jalisco controls the drug business in several states, it should... No, it can definitely be done. , otherwise why do so many people become drug dealers? ”
Santos suddenly showed worry on his face. If something was going to happen now, I'm afraid many people would have ideas.
CIA Director Richard James Kerr broke the cigar in his hand while staring at the TV in his office.
The eyes reveal the greed of a beast!
My mouth is trembling, one billion dollars.
With this money, I can make a fortune by myself, and when I retire, I can become a rich man if I can pay salaries to my employees myself.
Maybe it will be difficult for me to say that I want to overthrow George W. Bush tomorrow, but there must be a group of people willing to find a way for themselves.
Money, money, money!
In the John Edgar Hoover Building.
Floyd I. Clark, the contemporary spokesman of the FBI, turned to Pearson, the senior assistant beside him, and asked, "Can we get El Mencho?"
Pearson knew , the boss was moved.
Nonsense, who wouldn’t be tempted by a billion dollars? Maybe the poor don’t understand the meaning of this number at all.
Because for them, these numbers are too big.
Let's put it this way...
You have one billion dollars, the bank calls you daddy, and you can be a guest anywhere in the world.
"Victor is unlikely to let this go."
Floyd I. Clark frowned, still a little unwilling, "Even if we have such a good relationship with him, won't he give us face?"
Pearson smiled bitterly, face?
When people give you face, they call you straw paper.
Pearson tried to put it mildly to Floyd I. Clark, "With Victor's temper, drug dealers...are his bottom line."
"One billion dollars, The bottom line can also be broken.”
Pearson raised his right eyebrow and lowered his head, a little worried.
“Go and contact Victor and say that you hope to hand El Mencho over to us, and we can sentence him to life imprisonment.”
In the end, for the sake of money, Fu Lloyd I. Clark still made his choice.
Pearson sighed inwardly, if this was done, the relationship between the FBI and Victor would not be so good.
There will be cracks in the honeymoon period.
But he is a subordinate after all, so he can only agree and nod when his boss speaks, "I will call him personally."
Floyd I. Clark nodded slightly, squinted, no Know what to think.
Spanish Intelligence Agency…British CIA6…
Indian Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA)…
Organizations on the surface, terrorist organizations hiding in tropical rainforests and sterile areas, etc.
For these one billion, undercurrents began to surge.
The armed force escorting El Mencho was Ludwig Baker, the commander of the 16th Regiment. After all, they were the ones who caught him, and they also had the idea of letting them shine.
Sitting in the jeep was fine, but when Ludwig Baker heard El Mencho shouting like this, he immediately became furious!
RNMD!
Can't you give me a break?
He jumped out of the car, holding an iron rod. With tens of millions of people watching, he jumped onto the truck, opened the cage, and hit El Mencho's legs inside!
! ! !
This scene shocked everyone.
You torture prisoners so much, why don’t you cover it up?
There are so many people.
Aren’t you afraid of discrediting the Northern Army?
El Mencho howled after being beaten, lying next to the cage and screaming, reaching out his hand in the hope that someone would give him a hand.
Someone wanted to get closer and extend their hand, but was rudely pushed away by the Northern Army soldiers.
After the convoy entered the city hall, a company of heavily armed guards blocked the door and did not allow anyone to approach.
But inside, there will be news reporters reporting at any time.
The purpose is to prevent someone from approaching and assassinating.
The city hall was also full of people, all looking at him eagerly, with Victor standing in front of him.
He saw Ludwig Baker holding an iron bar and dripping blood inside, and said with a smile, "Captain Baker, can you help me pull him down?"
"Yes, General!”
When he met Victor for the first time, he was obviously very excited and asked his subordinates to get the key to open the dog chain around El Mencho's neck.
This is really a dog chain.
It was originally on a military dog, and you can still smell it.
Ludwig Baker grabbed the other man's hair and forcibly dragged him out of the car.
El Mencho wanted to stand up, but he pushed him to the ground.
"I am the leader of the new generation in Jalisco, and I demand respect!!" he yelled loudly, pulling his head.
Mainly...
He doesn’t want to lose his standing in front of Victor. After all, he often boasts that there are only two heroes in Mexico, Victor and him!
He does not want to lose his heroic dignity in front of his "opponent".
Hearing El Mencho’s request, Victor smiled instead.
"I heard that you said on more than one occasion that you and I are your true confidants, and that you also like to hit people with ashtrays?"
"We are the same!" Elmen Joe shouted, "We were all born poor, we all fight against this world unfairly, we are the same kind of people, let me go, Victor, I have anything you want here, you want to know, who is in the drug industry?" The financial backers behind it?”
“Do you want to know how many people have a stake in the drug world?”
“You want to know how many people in your Northern Army are still taking drugs? ”
“I have them all here”
Did the Northern Army take drugs? Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others' expressions changed drastically. This was a big problem. They looked at the general carefully.
I saw that Victor's watch mirror was still calm and calm, looking at the other person condescendingly.
“Do you know that you look like a dog now?”
El Mencho’s expression suddenly changed, and he heard the other party continue to say, “What kind of thing are you, worthy of being compared with me?”
“Victor!!”
"Pull it down and notify the public that El Mencho will be executed to death on January 8, 1991. I invented ant punishment. I will smear your body with honey, and then let African spear ants eat you. I’ll inject you with adrenaline and let you watch yourself die bit by bit!”
Hearing this, El Mencho looked like he was crazy, and he didn’t know where he got the strength from, and he turned toward him! Just as Victor was about to pounce, Ludwig Baker behind him grabbed him by the neck and hit him on the head with gritted teeth.
His face was covered in blood after being beaten.
Two northern soldiers dragged El Mencho's legs back. His nails scratched hard on the ground, and a line of blood dragged on the ground for a long time.
"Victor, you have to die! You have to go to hell, you have to go to hell!"
Victor's expression was gloomy. He took out a ten-dollar Camel cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it. He looked at Ludwig Baker, patted him on the shoulder, and turned up his collar, "Well done, you I will never forget your contribution, and now I have a task for you."
"Please give me your orders, general!" the young company commander responded excitedly.
As long as the general remembers me, glory and wealth belong to me!
At least a battalion commander is obtained.
“Bring the captured relatives of El Mencho to him and kill them one by one, and let him open his eyes and take a good look.”
"Yes, General!"
Ludwig Baker walked with murderous intent.
Victor smoked a cigarette, turned his head, and looked at the senior officers present, "I heard that many people in the army are still taking drugs."
Kennedy was anxious and was about to He wanted to say something, but when Victor looked at him, he opened his mouth and then closed it. As a four-star general, he is the highest-ranking commander besides Victor. If something goes wrong, he won't be able to live with it!
To maintain combat effectiveness, troops often do things that are "unseemly" to others.
During World War II, the mustachioed German CNMD not only smoked everywhere, but he was also an addict himself. He also skated with the entire army with the "help" of a doctor. Oh, by the way, this doctor's name was Morell, and he was a sexually transmitted disease doctor. .
Japan even invented the so-called "Bingliang Pill". I should tell you that after eating this pill for days and nights without sleeping, it is very common to run 180 kilometers a day. This is the emperor. of blessing.
I have to say that, to a certain extent, it has indeed improved combat effectiveness!
But...
The Northern Army is the anti-drug people’s army. Are you doing this?
Where the hell did you put Victor's experienced face?
“I will give the troops time to conduct self-examination, and those who take drugs will be expelled from the military and sent to prisons for forced labor. A month later, the 13th Taibo will be stationed in the troops. If I find out who is still taking drugs, they will be shot on the spot!”
"Gentlemen, any strong organization begins to disintegrate from within. I don't want you and me to wait a hundred years for what we have worked so hard to do to end up being useless!"
Victor Very angry, "If I find out that you are taking drugs, I will stuff your heads into your butts!"
After saying that, he walked into the command post with a dark face.
After Kennedy left, he stood up and said in a deep voice, "Did you all hear it? Tell the frontline troops that if you can't do it, you will retire. Don't let me find out. I will strangle him to death with my own hands!"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others looked at each other, then immediately stood at attention, "Yes, sir!"
…
El Mencho's " The "billion dollar" reward is getting bigger and bigger!
Victor, you are very good at fighting!
I admit that the people under you are all aces.
But, we want money rather than our lives!
Some PMC organizations (military providers) have already taken action and begun to infiltrate people into Mexico.
There is a feeling that the storm is about to come.
Victor hung up the phone gloomily, the 7th one...
Even the last one is the so-called "Hague Tribunal". People there hope to extradite El Mencho for trial, and they require cooperation!
The Hague Tribunal?
What garbage organization?
You have neither artillery nor nuclear bombs. Your voice disturbed me.
Victor rubbed his temples.
"General, Mr. Pearson from the FBI is calling." Jason Bourne came over with a mobile phone.
The FBI is also involved?
Victor reached out and took the phone, "Hello!"
"Good evening, Mr. Governor."
"Mr. Pearson, we should have a good relationship. Don't Make it difficult for me." Victor immediately blocked the other party's words.
The other party was very embarrassed, "Mr. Director said that he can lock El Mencho in the highest level prison without worrying about his escape."
"Only dead people will not escape from prison!"
"To be honest, I personally very much agree with your point of view. Drug dealers are a scourge if they remain, and death is the end." Pearson agreed with his idea, "But after all, the director of the FBI is Mr. Clark. He asked me to ask you, I hope This will not affect our relationship."
"What do you think, our cooperation is based on mutual respect, which is provoking my bottom line."
Pearson is really on his toes. Cut it out.
His moral bottom line is still very high, and he is considered a rare "good guy" in the FBI, mainly because he has a good relationship with Victor.
"I'm just a senior assistant..."
Victor squinted his eyes, sat up straight, and suddenly said, "Sir, do you want to be the director of the FBI?"
< br>Pearson on the opposite side was stunned and laughed sarcastically, "Stop joking, Governor first..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Victor, "Maybe you can come to Mexico, I think we We can meet and chat. I think the relationship between the FBI and the Mexican Northern Army can be closer!”
"I look forward to seeing you in Tepic, sir."
Victor hung up the phone before the other party finished speaking.
He is going to keep the assistant awake at night!
Suddenly someone tells you that you have won the lottery. Even if you know that it is impossible, you still have a bit of luck and you think that good luck will come to you.
This…
It’s all about psychology!
No one has no desires and needs. The dead have to fight for a cemetery with good feng shui.
“A billion dollars!”
Victor looked at Jason Bourne and said with a smile, “You said I let him go and then captured him again, he would Give me the money?”
Captain Jason’s expression is like this: ∑q|Д|p!!!(屮)屮(@д@)/?!
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(End of this chapter)