Chapter 348 Mossad is like a shit stirrer!
The Internal Affairs Bureau interrogated Flores overnight. Of course, with a little bit of tactics, the other party even shouted.
“I shed my blood for the Governor, and I sacrificed my life for Mexico, you can’t do this to me!”
George Smiley rushed to Victor’s villa in a hurry, and the security guard outside Very strict.
Joseph Joffre came out and glanced at him, "Why are you here so late?"
"I have urgent information to report."
"Open the door!"
The bodyguard opened the door a crack and let him get in.
Joseph Joffre led him through the deep courtyard, where he could see the barking bulldog walking around restlessly in its cage.
Even George Smiley did not dare to look around, holding his breath and concentrating, for fear of taking the wrong path.
The two walked into the house and went upstairs. The captain of the guard knocked on the door gently.
Victor was sleeping very lightly, "Who?"
"General, George Smiley has something important to report."
There was a soft whisper inside. There was a sound of clothes, and after a while, Victor opened the door, his eyes a little red and swollen.
The quality of sleep seems not to be very good.
"Thank you for coming over so late." Victor smiled and patted the other party's shoulder.
George Smiley suddenly felt warm and cramped in his heart.
See, this is called a leader. He will not think that you are looking for trouble late at night, but that you are lucky to work hard. Although a few words verbally have no real effect, it is heart-warming.
It is said that South Korea’s Takagi Masao has a very serious problem with waking up. Why was Kim Jae Kyu fucked to death?
In addition to fighting for favor, there is also a saying that Takagi Masao woke the other party up many times when he was the intelligence minister, and cursed every time he got up.
This made him very dissatisfied, so, wow.
"For Mexico, for the general!" George Smiley shouted.
Victor smiled and led them towards the living room downstairs. He asked them to pour a few cups of coffee, sat on the sofa, and held a cigarette in his mouth before asking about business.
“The Internal Affairs Bureau arrested Customs Director Flores, and we learned about a transnational smuggling line from his mouth.”
“Smuggling includes arms, human organs, trafficking in women and Drugs!”
"Most of the drug traffickers from the south are transported out through him."
Victor raised his eyebrows, took the confession document handed over by the other party, and glanced at it carefully.
“How brave!” He cursed angrily, his liver hurting from anger.
The General Administration of Customs itself is an oil and water department. When Flores was sent there, he also had the intention of supporting him.
Flores was right. When he attacked the Tijuana drug cartel, he fought bravely. He rushed into a building where drug dealers were holding a machine gun and blew up the machine gun position inside. .
Back then, he was also a high-spirited fighting hero.
This...
How long has it been since you were reduced to working for a drug dealer?
Shocking!
According to the confession submitted above, Flores has transported drug traffickers more than a hundred times since he became the director of the General Administration of Customs!
It also includes helping to buy drugs from the north, transport them to the south, hand them over to the army, and then hand them over to drug traffickers by the border troops.
Seeing that the army was involved, Victor's anger suddenly exploded, and he laughed angrily, "It seems that the drug dealer's money is more valuable than mine."
"Fuck TM!" He kicked the coffee table in front of him, "Shoot him!"
"If Flores doesn't kill him, the people will be divided."
The bodyguard chief Xiafei and George Smiley shuddered.
"General, this... Director Flores has hard work without any merit, this... will this dismemberment be possible?"
"If you have merit, you can live in a dream? If you have merit, you can be complicit with drug traffickers." ? This is the front line of anti-drugs, not a place to get rich or get promoted!"
"It's easy to say nothing until you collude with drug dealers. If you get involved with drug dealers, you are an enemy and an opponent. It's a traitor!"
"Call Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and ask him and Ludendorff to come over, as well as other important people."< br>
Joseph Joffre nodded hurriedly and rushed out to make a phone call.
George Smiley was a little restless, even though he was well-known outside as the Thirteen Taibo.
But in front of Victor, I still didn’t dare to breathe heavily.
Unexpectedly, the general hates drug dealers so much. It’s over, another group of people will be unlucky.
Just when George Smiley felt a prickly heat on his buttocks, and he felt the urge to urinate, finally, the sound of messy footsteps came from outside.
A group of senior officials ran in.
They all had nervous looks on their faces, and they looked like they were pulling out of the bed.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others saw the gloomy look on the general's face and the words on his lips, and did not dare to say more.
I could only look at George Smiley, who also stood up a little uneasy.
A group of big guys just stood there, quietly being lectured.
"I didn't expect that I worked so hard to crack down on the drug dealers, but in the end, the drug dealers were actually among us. Look, George, show them what I have raised, what kind of bastards I raised." Victor finally spoke. , although he was still angry, but the pressure on everyone's shoulders was relieved.
Chief of Staff General Horatio took Flores' investigation report and suddenly understood after looking at it.
No wonder you are so angry!
It would have exploded if it were me.
"This matter needs to be investigated deeply. No matter who is behind it, they must be investigated. If caught, they will be shot!"
Is there anyone in the north with a greater background than Victor?
"Goebbels, you are responsible for investigating internal officials. Horatio, you take people to inspect various units and arrest them according to the list. I want to see how many people in my anti-narcotics unit have been bribed."< br>
This actually has nothing to do with whether Victor can redeem his points or not.
The replaced person can at best guarantee absolute loyalty to Victor, but many personalities, ways of dealing with the world, and ways of facing each other are different.
That is to say, there are emotions, not just "machines".
Corruption is such a thing...
Inexhaustible killing.
Horatio looked at the others and straightened up, "Yes, General!"
Victor was smoking a cigarette and his cheeks began to twitch, which could be seen from the speed of his smoking. , the mood is not stable.
……
Morelia, the slums!
Captain Paul Emil von Lettow-Vorbeck, smoking a cigarette, stepped on a man's head. The man's limbs were chopped off, and even a layer of his scalp was removed.
He was surrounded by many heavily armed Northern Army soldiers, and in front of him stood many poor people, looking at him with frightened eyes.
"Who knows this man?" Paul Emil asked, his voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it.
No one stood up.
"Very good, I appreciate your unity." He nodded with a smile, leaned forward, and his expression sank slightly, "But this person dares to attack us, you know our rules, disobedient..."
He paused, "Kill them all!"
Slums are the most difficult part of every city.
This is not to discriminate against the poor. Of course, the rich also commit crimes, but the poor only have one life left. What they often do are murder, drug trafficking, smuggling and other activities.
And they all have weapons in their hands.
Relatively fierce.
Poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people.
"If he is obedient, this 100 US dollars will be his." Paul Emil took out a banknote from his arms and said.
"Does anyone know?"
The group of people were quiet and lowered their heads.
“If you don’t eat the toast, you will be fined!” Paul Emil snorted coldly, pulled the bolt of the gun, and fired a shot at a tattooed man standing at the front.
Bang!
Hit the head directly.
People with tattoos are not necessarily bad people, but good people never have tattoos. "Ready!" He raised his hand, and the heavy machine gun on the Humvee behind him clicked into gear.
"Don't shoot, sir, I said, I said, I said." An elderly man with a stooped back stood up.
"Lindro, you old fool..." someone yelled when they saw him standing up.
Paul Emil glanced, and four or five soldiers rushed out from behind, and roughly pulled out the person who spoke. He was a disabled person with a broken arm.
The face was fierce, and it seemed that he was not a kind person. When he was pulled out, he was still yelling, "Victor's lackey, you will not die well, I curse you to be shot to death!!"
Peng!
The soldier next to him picked up the butt of his gun and smashed it, knocking the opponent to the ground. A group of soldiers started beating him and interrupted him abruptly.
running dog?
Some people want to be one, but they are not qualified!
"Speak slowly, our Northern Army is very friendly to those who cooperate with us. As long as they don't sell drugs, we can say anything." Paul Emil said to the old man with a gentle expression.
"He...he is Santos of the Michoacan family. I have met him. He is responsible for collecting protection fees in our area, and forcing us to do some shady business for them. We are all Forced, sir," the old man Lindero cried, kneeling on the ground.
Captain Paul Emil squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at the slum. In the black light and blind fire, it seemed like a monster, swallowing everyone.
He helped the old man up and patted his shoulder, "You will be responsible for the slums from now on. First of all, drug trafficking, drug transportation, drug production and drug use are not allowed. This is the bottom line."
"Other crimes are not allowed either. When the Governor-General sends the mayor down, he will help you enter the factory, and your children will be sent to school and enjoy the same benefits as other northerners. But if anyone disobeys, the northern army will arrive in an instant!"
"This is an opportunity, don't waste it."
"I will be stationed here during this period. If you need anything, you can call me."
Morella's The number of people living in slums is relatively small, less than 100,000.
Intricate relationships.
This group of low-level people is of no value to some senior executives and capitalists, and their lives are ruined, but for Victor, these are all war potential.
Victor is here to liberate these people who are oppressed by drug traffickers.
Their children will become soldiers and provide labor for factories.
With 130 million people, Mexico’s population ranks 10th in the world!
This is not a small amount at all.
There is a lot of potential to be tapped.
I don’t know how the previous government managed to make it one of the most dangerous areas in the world with its strategic depth, population base, and damn ports.
Even if you let a dog out, it can at least howl twice.
The old man nodded tremblingly, Paul Emil said a few words in his ear, and the other person suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.
The captain smiled and nodded.
The old man's expression changed immediately, and he suddenly jumped behind him and pointed at a tall man hiding in the crowd, "He is from the Albert drug trafficking family!"
The other person's expression As soon as he changed his mind, he ran away. Before he could get far, he was knocked to the ground by a soldier.
Hold his legs and start howling.
Drag it out like a dead dog.
"Lindro!! Your whole family is going to die, all of them are going to die!" the drug dealer from the Albert family yelled.
This bullshit family is actually the little shrimp under the Michoacan family.
"Kill him." Captain Paul Emile thrust the pistol into his hand.
The old man swallowed, but was not frightened at all. He walked over and shot the opponent three times in the head!
Decisive, ruthless, and deadly.
Paul Emil looked at him deeply. This old man didn't seem to be a kind person.
Sure enough, Mexico has unscrupulous people.
"I will ask the soldiers to cooperate with you to find the criminals in the slums and deal with them cleanly." Paul Emil patted the old man on the shoulder.
He actually said that just now.
“Be obedient and ensure that your family is prosperous and wealthy. You don’t want your whole family to be killed by drug dealers again.”
The old man jumped very fast.
Loyalty was almost written on his forehead, and he nodded vigorously.
"Support" a chamber pot to come out of the slums. If it does well, continue to do it. If it doesn't, kill it and replace it with another one.
When the economy develops, places like this will naturally dissolve.
In the final analysis, everything is still an economic issue.
Just as the old man and his men were aggressively looking for trouble, Paul Emil was about to take a rest. A soldier came over and stood in his ear and said something in his ear, and then pointed at a young man in the distance.
"Let him come over."
The soldier ran over and hooked his fingers at him, and the child hurriedly ran over. He looked malnourished, but he was very clean, and his clothes were sewn Mending.
"Where are your parents? Child."
The boy shook his head, very calmly, "Dead."
Paul Emil frowned and squinted, "You're lying!"
"Why are your clothes so clean? You don't look like a child in the slums."
The young man lowered his head. , "My mother said, be clean and don't let others look down on you."
Paul Emil was stuck for a moment and looked at the other person, "I heard that you have something to tell me."
The other party nodded, "I found a family in the slum that was very strange and mysterious. I also found that there was no garbage in their house every day. This is not normal at all. I suspect there is something wrong with their family."
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Paul Emil looked at the other party in surprise, "You are very careful in your observations."
"The male owner of that family does not go to work every day, but their family is never short of money. I also saw his wife wearing A new coat. Although I don’t know the price, it is definitely not cheap. It is not something that people in the slums can afford.”
Now Paul Emil also felt that there was a problem.
"Where?"
"I'll take you there!" The little boy said and led the way, and Paul Emil followed with a class.
I ran for a long time in the smelly ditch.
Just when he thought the other party was playing tricks on him, the child pointed to a building with lights on in the distance and said, "That's their house. They have taken over the three floors above and below."
"Go and have a look."
Three soldiers went up to knock on the door. Paul Emil stared behind him and saw something was wrong above, and the lights turned off immediately.
"Come in!" he shouted.
The corporal in front was startled and kicked over, knocking the door down. Before he could stand still, he saw a man appear at the stairs, holding an Uzi and sweeping it outside.
Thud, tug, tug!
A soldier couldn't dodge and was beaten into a sieve.
"Flash bomb!" the corporal roared, and the soldier next to him took out one and threw it out. It flashed and there was a scream from inside.
When I rushed in, I saw the man covering his eyes and falling to the ground in pain.
The corporal angrily put his foot in the other man's teeth. The other man rushed upstairs and saw a woman holding a gun and yelling.
Thud, tug, tug, tug!
One shuttle passed by and it turned into a hornet's nest.
Woman?
Women take more bullets!
The corporal came up and turned on the light, and saw maps all around the wall, showing the deployment of soldiers in Tijuana, Morelia and nearby areas.
Paul Emil also followed, looking at the woman's body on the ground, frowning, "Take off her pants!"
Several soldiers looked at each other, and finally pulled the bullet. Take off your pants.
"The same goes for underwear."
After taking off all the clothes, Paul Emil's expression darkened.
"Mossad!"
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(End of this chapter)