Chapter 344 If you do more, you will make more mistakes. If you do less, you will make more mistakes. If you do less, you will make more mistakes. If you do less, it will be better!
When Victor arrived at the Governor's Mansion, a group of people were already waiting downstairs.
Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and other military figures were waiting. When he saw the car approaching, he went up to open the door and shouted, "General."
“Let’s go in and talk.”
Victor walked at the front with an expressionless face, and the big guys followed behind him.
His driver parked the car and called the Tijuana police chief.
"Hello, Mr. Chief, I'm sorry to disturb you. I have something to tell you tonight..."
The police chief over there who was drinking with some local connections suddenly said I shivered and woke up instantly from the wine.
“I understand, I understand.”
After he hung up the phone, he frowned, his face was a little red from drunkenness, but his eyes were very clear. This was because he was frightened, and someone was driving and crowding him. Arrived at the Governor's motorcade?
"What's wrong?" The person sitting next to him from the transportation department asked hurriedly when he saw that his expression was not right.
"Let someone find out who was driving a Ferrari on the Tijuana Bridge today, TMD, and almost knocked over Mr. Governor's motorcade."
Officials on the table When the rich people heard it, they immediately became excited.
The person in charge of the transportation department turned pale.
Fuck!
If you don't rush too early or late, you get hit by Mr. Governor and still attack his convoy. Isn't this looking for death?
"I'll have someone check it out right now." He quickly stood up and called the person on duty.
At this time, on the other side of the dining table, a middle-aged man wearing glasses who looked more polite looked a little embarrassed. He took the phone and apologized to everyone, left the table and walked over. A call was made to the toilet outside.
No one picked up the first time.
No one answered the second time.
For the third time, someone finally answered the call. He was drunk and shouted dissatisfied, "Hey, you bastard, why are you calling so late at night!"
"Oded Casiraghi!" The man listened. The dance hall music on the other side was playing, and the other party was talking nonsense, "Where did you die again."
There was silence on the other end, and then there was a panic sound, There was the sound of a wine bottle being knocked down. The other party ran to a quiet place and yelled, "Dad."
"Where are you! Did you go out and fool around with others again? I ask you. "Did you race with anyone on the Tijuana Bridge tonight?"
Oded Casiraghi was startled. He wanted to lie, but he hesitated.
"Go home! Come back!" The man immediately understood that he was his little bastard.
"Dad...my friend is celebrating...his birthday today."
"Don't call me dad, you are my dad! Come back. If you don't come back, don't come back. You will die." Outside."
He hung up the phone angrily, turned on the faucet and flushed the water on his face, took out the paper and wiped the water, threw it into the trash can, took a deep breath, and walked back to the box. Suddenly I felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Everyone looked at him with pity.
"Philip, your child must be educated well, otherwise something will happen and you will be hurt."
Phillips Cameron, director of the Tijuana Drug Enforcement Agency, had an ugly expression at the first glance.
The wine party broke up unhappy.
When he came home angrily, he saw the Ferrari parked outside. The more he looked at it, the more angry he became. He picked up a brick in the corner and threw it at it!
The hood and glass were all smashed!
Family members came running out after hearing the commotion.
"What are you doing? Phillips!" His wife shouted in surprise and pulled him up.
“Ask this little bastard what he did.” Phillips Cameron pointed at his son hiding behind and gritted his teeth, “He almost overturned Mr. Governor’s motorcade while racing.”< br>
“Huh?” Both his wife and son stared at the news.
"If I don't beat you to death, sooner or later you will be left as a nuisance to me!" After saying that, he took off his belt and rushed over, shooting at him from the left and right.
The opponent screamed repeatedly.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, are you going to beat him to death?" His wife rushed up and pulled him, and said to her son lying on the ground, "Go! Go!"
Odede Casiraghi got up and ran away, driving a Lamborghini Countach without a license plate from the garage.
If you don’t run, you will be beaten to death.
Looking at the car, Drug Enforcement Administration Commissioner Phillips Cameron’s expression changed, “Where did that car come from?”
"It was a gift from someone else. I saw that my son liked it, so I took it."
"Why do you want everything! Do you also want a bomb when someone else gave it to you?!"
My wife was killed He was stunned for a moment, but then he felt aggrieved and yelled, "What's wrong with getting a car? When I married you, you were still a little prison guard. Now that you are rich, why don't you let us enjoy some blessings?" "Isn't it a car?"
Phillips Cameron looked livid.
His ability to sit in this position is not just a matter of ability. Mr. Governor said that if you have ability, even if you are lame, you are called gifted.
He was one of the first police officers to join Victor's team. He was there when he was training at Plateau Prison, and later he followed when he went to Guadalupe Island. He was considered an old man.
This is also the reason why he can stay in the position of Drug Enforcement Administration.
Victor is not harsh on these old people. If you want to continue serving in the army, you can be promoted to a higher rank. If you want to retreat to the second line, just become the person in charge of some departments.
Aren’t we following you just to get promoted and make a fortune?
Maybe it was because he was too poor before. Since he became the police chief, his wife has often used his own name to make money. His son doesn't even study, so he just hangs around.
"Sooner or later, your family will be ruined by you two!" Phillips Cameron said angrily to his wife and walked into the house with a gloomy face. He had to think about how to prevent Mr. Governor from being ruined. So angry.
The wife showed a proud smile from behind.
She just knows the other person.
She understands that her husband is more responsible. If it were a man with a bad temper who could abandon her at any time, she would not have such a big temper.
Still too nice to her.
But as soon as he walked into the living room, the phone on the coffee table rang.
Phillips Cameron picked up the phone and said, "Hello."
"Good evening, Mr. Director~" There was a gentle voice of a man on the other side.
“Who are you?”
"Abel Bablin, oh, maybe you haven't heard of me, but I now work for the Medellin Cartel."
"Son of a drug dealer!" Phillips Cameron Just curse and get ready to hang up the phone.
"Don't worry about it yet, sir, since you look down on drug dealers, why do you want to accept gifts? Your son's Lamborghini Countach is not cheap."
The Director of the Narcotics Control Administration Wen Yan's expression changed and he shouted at his wife who walked in, "Who gave me that car!"
"You are so loud..."
Phillips Cameron grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it, shouting with a ferocious expression, "Who gave it to me!!!"
My wife finally got scared when she saw him like that, "It's... A man came to the door and gave me 400,000 US dollars and car keys, so I..."
"You just accepted it?"
Fuck! !
The man on the other end of the phone laughed twice and said, "Don't get excited, Mr. Director, we are just friends."''
This friend is such a cannibal!
Phillips Cameron's eyes were gloomy, "How do you want to make friends?"
"Haha, don't be nervous, we won't eat you, let's go out and have a cup of coffee tomorrow , how about it."
"I will tell you the address tomorrow. I think you will give it a try. You don't want...your son to be shot. By the way, he is selling drugs."
< br>Phillips Cameron's pupils shrank when he heard this, and the voice on the microphone disappeared. He raised his head and looked at his wife with scarlet eyes, "Your son is selling drugs!!"
The woman trembled when she heard this, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"I'm going to be killed by you!" He gritted his teeth, "I'll have someone arrest him right now."
As he was about to make a phone call, the woman grabbed him and started crying. , "Do you want him to die? If he is caught, will he still live?"
"Then do you want our whole family to die!"
"You shed blood for the Governor Blood, you sacrificed your life for Mexico, won’t I forgive you for this? ”
Snap!
Hit him with a slap.
My wife was knocked to the ground, covering her face, and wanted to roll around. Phillips Cameron got on top of her and hit her left and right, causing her face to become swollen.
He stood up still a little out of breath, with a sinister look in his eyes, "I tell you, if he dies and we have another child, at worst we will become rich men, but if I really get involved with drug dealers, If I die, you two will have to be wild dogs."
Phillips Cameron knows this better than anyone else.
The most important thing...
Mr. Governor is really cruel to drug dealers. If he were caught by him personally, what would happen? The whole family is here to entertain you!
It is better to take the initiative. Except for issues of principle such as drug trafficking, many issues are not a problem for an old man like Phillips Cameron.
He picked up the phone and decisively called the duty officer of the Drug Enforcement Administration, asking them to arrest Oded Casiraghi immediately!
"The suspect fled in a vehicle. If there was resistance..."
Phillips Cameron's eyes trembled with pain, "shoot him to death on the spot!"
"Ah, Cameron Lun, you...you want our son's life." My wife sat on the ground and cried and screamed.
“Execute the order.”
“Yes, Director!”
Phillips Cameron slumped on the sofa weakly and pulled it out in a flash.
It was raining heavily outside.
As if to say...
It’s over.
He suddenly stood up and ran towards the rain.
No matter how his wife yelled from behind, he never looked back.
………
Governor’s Palace.
Victor held a brief meeting with the staff and made the decision to launch a "campaign" in Michoacán.
“After capturing Michoacán, we are only less than 400 kilometers away from Mexico City, and only 50 kilometers away from Guerrero, where drug traffickers gather in the south. We can kill them with artillery!”
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"I command." Victor shouted.
All the sitting generals stood up.
“The 16th Mexican Regiment attacked the De La Tamores area from Colima state, and the 1st Marine Division pressed through from the southern part of Jalisco state, cutting off the road to the Apatchingan area, Encircling the drug traffickers who came from the northwest, the Air Force gave the 4th Battalion air tactical guidance! "
"The liberation of Michoacan is today!"
"Loyal!" Horatio! · Herbert Kitchener and others chanted.
After the meeting, they went to convey the order. As soon as Victor walked out of the conference room, he saw Joseph Joffre, the captain of the guard, walking over with a man who was all wet and smelled of sweat.
"Cameron?" Victor shouted in surprise.
Just look at Phillips Cameron suddenly kneeling in front of him, slapping him from left to right, his face turned red.
"What are you doing, hold him."
Joseph Joffre hurriedly held his hand.
"I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for the brothers!" Phillips Cameron cried, "I gave birth to a bastard!!"
Victor's face froze, and he saw many people looking at him. When he looked over, he said, "Let's go to the office and talk."
"Okay, there's nothing to see, just work hard." Joseph Jia Fei raised his eyebrows and said.
There are people watching everywhere.
After entering the Governor's office, the Narcotics Director dragged out everything, including the bribes he had accepted from drug dealers.
"General, please shoot me. My son will also be shot. My wife...please pity her and let her remarry."
The office was unusually quiet.
Victor was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at him like that, and said unhappily, "Stand up, what's the point of crying? We haven't cried since the Tijuana drug cartel, you coward."
Phillips Cameron lowered his head.
“I’m not harsh on my brothers. I’m not afraid of doing wrong things. I’m just afraid of admitting it. If you hadn’t taken the initiative to confess this time and I had found out, I would have killed you right now.”
Victor took a few sips and suddenly said, "Do you think there are many people who accept money from drug dealers?"
The other party hesitated, "Many, many brothers have been poor."
A year and a half ago he was a prison guard, and a year and a half later he became the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration or the police chief of a city with a population of millions. Who wouldn't be disappointed?
It is not easy to be able to hold on to your heart.
"You must die for drug trafficking. This is the bottom line. If you take people to find the drug dealers who bribed you, I want to see how many people have been corrupted!"
"Don't let me down again."
Phillips Cameron gritted his teeth, nodded vigorously, and walked out aggressively. He wanted to find those people and kill them!
Son?
I am only 35, but I can still give birth! !
It’s not that he is cruel. If he is not cruel, the general will be cruel for you.
Huh~
Victor exhaled a puff of smoke.
To be honest, he didn't have any particular fluctuations.
Yanks, drug dealers, and people from other forces will definitely find ways to cause trouble for you. Everyone will be greedy.
Victor can only try his best to hand over some important positions to talents who can redeem points.
There are too many small administrative units such as village chiefs of small villages, mayors of local towns, small bureau chiefs, etc., and they still have to rely on people.
As for the old man, as long as he admits it, Victor will not kill them all. Of course, like Phillips Cameron, the position of director of the Drug Enforcement Administration will definitely be gone. Get out and become a dairy farmer. .
"Call me George Smiley."
…
Germany.
An apartment in Berlin.
There are warning tapes down below.
There were many people standing nearby watching the fun.
There was a murder.
The 7th floor is filled with the smell of blood.
Some young people couldn't bear it and came out to vomit.
Jandi Matthews, senior detective of the Berlin Police Department, chewed gum and looked at the scene inside. Even though he was used to big scenes, he was a little...
On top of the electric fan Hanging intestines!
The heads of two men were chopped off and hung on hangers, while other parts were torn apart and scattered everywhere.
"Have the deceased been identified?" Jandy Matthews asked.
"Israeli businessmen entering the country."
He paused, "An Israeli again?" He looked at his companions, "Is this the fourth time?"
Is it possible? Is there a murderer specifically targeting them?
It doesn’t look like it!
My companion nodded, "The fourth incident in a week."
Jandy Matthews chewed the gum in his mouth and was thinking when he heard the noise coming from outside. He turned his head and looked over and saw three men walking in.
The leading man took out his ID and said, "Federal Military Intelligence Agency, we have taken over this case."
Is there someone from the military?
Jandi Matthews turned around, touched the steel seal in the lower right corner, and nodded, "How do we need to cooperate?"
"You can go out and leave the inside to me. We’ll do it.”
"Let's withdraw!"
He waved his hand and left with the police.
After they finished leaving, the three members of the Federal Military Intelligence Agency began to rummage around.
"Boss, we don't care?"
A policeman asked at the door.
Jandy Matthews glanced at him and said, "Someone is taking the blame. Why should we catch up? It's not you who died anyway."
It makes some sense.
“Do you know what the first thing is when you find a problem?”
“Solve the problem?”
Jandi Matthews shook his finger, "But I'm looking for an excuse to throw out the difficult problems. As long as I don't do anything,
It's not my fault. "
"Let's go back and eat! ”
……
(End of this chapter)