Chapter 357 Chapter 356: Breaking Bad? ! !
The really fucking big Mo Xing, Emperor Vic?
This kind of behavior that many people think is very "moronic" has a huge market in Mexico, especially in the north.
Where was Mexico during the Olmec civilization?
You MD, there are wild big pants everywhere, and there are many people who have sex everywhere, just like Japanese people, they are called whatever they are where they are born, such as the mouth of a well, they are born by the well.
Although this kind of motto is pointless in the eyes of many elites.
But there are also people who smell the difference in it.
"Does Victor want to be emperor?"
Under an umbrella outside a coffee shop on the streets of Tijuana.
Four or five people were sitting...with faces from Southeast Asia.
A strong man with scars on his face squinted and looked at the people walking in front of him. He frowned and spoke fluently in Thai. He wore a Buddha protective plaque around his neck, crossed his legs, and held a bag in his hand. cigarette.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the man standing at the door of the cafe drinking coffee glanced and listened with pricked ears.
“Proclaim yourself emperor? No way, what kind of era is this? Does anyone still play this trick?” A companion said in surprise.
"That man is very ambitious. He wants to crack down on drug dealers all over the world and use this kind of behavior to win over people's hearts. Don't you think the stone man on the beach or even the reincarnation of a god are all just packaging? ?”
Hearing his companion’s words, the strong man with the scar burst into laughter. The cigarette choked his trachea, “Victor just hangs out here, the Yankee is just a paper tiger! In the Golden Triangle, General Kunsha made him understand what real war is!"
The man standing nearby who had been listening suddenly narrowed his eyes, hurriedly ran back to the cafe, and pointed at the Thai guy outside who was working hard to make coffee.
The gang was still laughing when they saw three coffee shop staff running out with guns pointed at them.
"That's them. They were talking about Khun Sa and drug trafficking!" The man pointed at them and said, "I understand Thai. I have done business in Thailand. That's right. They are the Golden Triangle. Kunsha’s men!”
“Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, squat down!” The staff member with the name store manager next to him shouted loudly with an MP5 submachine gun.
A group of Thai people:? ! ? ! ! !
Is the Drug Enforcement Administration running a cafe?
NMD, side job!
A Thai man grabbed the coffee and threw it towards them. The coffee splashed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he ran away!
But can you outrun a bullet?
Tu tu tu tu tu……
The MP5 submachine gun fired from behind, and came out from the chest. He staggered forward for two steps, and the Thai guy jumped into the street.
He fell to the ground, staring and twitching, vomiting blood from his mouth, and soon became unable to move.
The "big brother" with the scar on his face saw that the other party was so decisive, and he was also very decisive, and he immediately knelt down holding his head.
It seems...
There are many jails in Thailand.
But he still raised his head with a tough look on his face: "Don't hit him in the face!"
"I'm XNM!"
The store manager raised his gun and hit the other person in the face!
…
Mexico City.
The National Palace symbolizes the highest position.
The 39-year-old Popovich, leader of the Institutional Party, sits in that coveted position!
When it came time to return to power, a symbolic election was held.
When almost all the competitors within the party were taken away by Casare, he won the election with 97% of the votes. Of course, it would be wrong to say that he did not rely on means at all.
His family is a well-known wealthy family in Mexico. His parents are high-level officials. Even his grandfather was the governor of Sinaloa and once ran for president.
His identity is extremely complicated, and he is also involved with local gangs and drug dealers.
Originally there was a second person running for election, but that person... suddenly disappeared the next day. The police could not find him, and his whole family was gone. Maybe he was taken away by aliens.
Naturally he won.
But Popovich is not happy at all now. He is sitting in a chair in a daze. The cigarette in his hand is slowly burning into his hand. He trembles in pain and throws his hand. He frowned, looked at the blackened fingers, cursed, and put them into the tea cup, coldly.
"Big brother! Big brother!"
At this moment, a young man who looked very similar to Popovich ran in in a panic.
"How many times have I told you that in the National Palace, you have to do your job!" Popovich slammed the table angrily. He was already anxious, and seeing his brother in such a panic made him feel even worse.
The man swallowed, shrank his head, handed over the newspaper in his hand, and pointed to a message on it.
"The United States will start talks with northern Mexico on the peace process."
It also says that Donald Rumsfeld will bring people over to discuss relations between the two parties.
"The United States intends to negotiate with the Northern Army, then...then our situation will be very embarrassing, this...is not a good thing for us."
"If the peace negotiation process really takes place, then we Will we have to listen to Victor in the future? Without the help of the Americans, we can't hold back the northern army."
"Quiet!"
The other party closed up immediately. Mouth.
Popovich frowned. He felt that the other party was speaking too verbosely. He took the newspaper, read it up and down, and finally looked at the newspaper it belonged to, the "Washington Post."
His brows were slightly relaxed, and he suddenly smiled.
"Brother, how long has it been since this happened, and you can still laugh?" said his younger brother Aldous Wendell eagerly.
“Sometimes you have to look at the essence of things, not the surface. The Washington Post is a semi-governmental newspaper. What do you think is the attitude of calling Tijuana the north of Mexico?”
The younger brother shook his head in confusion.
Popovich sighed. His younger brother likes to dance with guns and knives. He has no political acumen at all. He looks like a big fool.
"Then it means that the United States also recognizes Southern Mexico and our Central Institutional Party!"
"This...this, they helped me, haven't they recognized it? And we occupy Mexico City, we are the orthodox. "
Popovich is still very patient, "It is impossible for the Yankees to publicize their intention to split Mexico in the news media, but he can see their intentions from their words and actions, which is the same as the Northern Army. Talking about peace is only superficial, and politics is an art of compromise."
My younger brother Aldous Wendel "suddenly realized", "I know, they are afraid that Victor will go crazy and send missiles to kill them, no. If you dare to fuck him openly, you have to be double-handed!"
Popovich's face suddenly felt depressed, and he pointed outside, "Get out of here!"
This brother must not be a relative.
Otherwise if I am so smart, why does the other party have no political acumen at all?
Aldous Wendell sneered, "Brother, what are we going to do? If Victor is allowed to negotiate the peace process, his prestige will be greater, and it will be a blow to us. It will be bigger. Many people in Mexico City have also started to make small moves. The intelligence department under my command caught a dozen young people in their twenties with the intention of blowing up the National Palace and planning to welcome Victor to the throne!"
"!!"
"We have to develop our own army, any politics is weak in the face of violence!"
Popovich raised his head. He was a little surprised that his brother could actually say such a statement. He frowned, "There is not much money in the treasury."
"Then drug trafficking!"
< br>"Victor defeated several drug trafficking groups, and a lot of market share was immediately vacated in Europe and South America. Now the Southern Alliance, Colombians and even people from Southeast Asia are grabbing market share."
Popovich's morals are obviously not very good, and his family actually sells drugs. Otherwise, how would he have so much money to promote his political progress?
"If we all plant traditional drugs, we will not be able to benefit from the pursuit and interception of those big drug lords." He frowned and said.
When Aldous Wendell heard this, he quickly lowered his voice. He didn't know why, but his tone was trembling.
"Brother, I have a new way here."
Popovich looked at him, although he had doubts about his head, he still motioned for him to continue.
“Last time I went to the United States, I met a man named Walter White. I saw him selling a new type of synthetic drug in a bar at that time!”
“I tried it. Come on, it tastes very good!" Aldous Wendell licked his lips and waved his hands when he saw the unkind look in his brother's eyes. "I just tasted a little."
Popovich had a sullen face, "Don't get involved in drugs. You won't be able to do anything in the future, otherwise, I'll break your legs!"
He paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and continued to ask, "Fuck. Spectrum?"
Aldous Wendell nodded hurriedly, "I have also made some insinuations. Walter White is a high school chemistry teacher who works as a chemistry teacher in a high school, but he was diagnosed. He is suffering from mid-to-late stage lung cancer, his wife is pregnant in her 40s, and her eldest son still has cerebral palsy. He wants to make some money."
"But he doesn't know any drug dealers, so he can only sell it himself. I came across this, it’s like a cornucopia!”
“It doesn’t require any long-term cultivation, it only requires a little bit of synthesis of raw materials, and the cost is even cheaper. Believe me, brother, it will definitely become a hit!”
"What are the raw materials?" Popovich asked.
"He refused to say it, but I know one thing, ephedrine, is not easy to deal with, especially after Victor came to power in the north, he cracked down hard, and many domestic pharmaceutical companies were forced to acquire it. I think It’s even harder to get.”
Ephedrine?
Popovich is a top medical student. Of course he knows about this. After hearing his brother's words, he thought quietly, "Then find another medical representative. I remember I met a representative before and hoped to A factory was established here, and I still have his business card. I’ll look for it.”
As he spoke, he opened the drawer and flipped through a pile of business cards.
"Found it."
Popovich took the business card and handed it over.
"He is a medical representative. Now he is looking for people to discuss business. You can contact him."
Aldous Wendell took the business card and looked at the name.
“YeZHENLI!”
Ye Zhenli!
In a "medium zone" housing area in Mexico City, an Asian man walked back to his house with a tired look on his face, took the key and opened the door, but did not open it. Startled, he bumped hard.
The landlord who heard the commotion came out, a big fat woman, holding corn.
"Leave your things downstairs, you can leave."
Ye Zhenli was stunned and said excitedly in Spanish, "Why?"
"How long has it been since you paid rent?" The fat woman snorted coldly.
The other party's momentum suddenly faded, "I...amn't I just thinking of a solution?"
"Then you go to the street and think about it slowly, get out, don't force me to find it. "Police."
Ye Zhenli walked downstairs with his head lowered and saw his clothes and bedding thrown casually under the stairs. He sighed and sat down, taking out a cigarette. , order it for yourself.
He couldn't hold it any longer.
He graduated from ZF University. At this time, college students were very valuable, but instead of becoming a lawyer or entering politics, he joined a pharmaceutical company. Because he was proficient in Spanish, he was dispatched to Mexico.
But after I arrived, I realized that I couldn’t get used to the food and accommodation in this place. The most important thing is that domestic companies are too slow to send money!
Basically, he has to be a few months late. How can he survive?
Especially when I returned to China some time ago, I met my relatives and classmates. They either had their homes demolished or took advantage of the east wind to start a business. All those who originally dropped out of school also had huge wealth.
This made Ye Zhenli, who had studied hard since childhood, a little depressed. He didn't want to hang out here anymore. There was no future in Mexico.
Being kicked out this time made him want to escape.
In this place...
Having money is the boss.
He finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, sighed and stood up to pack his things, but suddenly, his vision dimmed. He raised his head and saw four or five tall and sturdy men standing in front of him.
"Mr. Ye?"
Ye Zhenli looked at the other party, a little panicked. After staying in Mexico for a long time, he could tell who was opposite him.
Just not a good person.
“Our boss invites you to discuss business. Don’t worry, it’s about medicines.”
Ye Zhenli didn’t even want to go. He got into the car in a daze and arrived at a loss. A villa, but as soon as he got off the car, he felt unexpectedly calm.
They are definitely not causing trouble for themselves. If they offend them, they will be in trouble. Why come to the villa in person?
Is it really a business? !
I followed people into the villa and saw a man inside watching TV. His hair was very short and he looked very capable. When he saw Ye Zhenli, he stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Ye, you Well, my name is Aldous Wendell, and the current president Popovich is my brother.”
? ? ? ?
Big shot!
This was definitely a big shot. Ye Zhenli was a little embarrassed to shake hands with him. After all, he was just a small salesman now.
"Please sit down, don't worry. I came to you because I have business with you. My brother has always hidden your business card. He recommended you to me."
Ye Zhenli sneered. He was really anxious at the time. Hungry, he sent his business card and a letter to Popovich. Unexpectedly, the other party actually hid it?
"I'm just a medical representative, sir..."
"Hahaha, you have exactly what I need."
"Excuse me, what is it?"
"Ephedrine, I need 30 tons!" Aldous Wendell said directly.
Huh?
30 tons!
You are eating it!
Even if you make tea, you will have to drink it for decades.
This thing is used to make cold medicine. Do you want so much?
"I wonder how the price of ephedrine is sold now? How much is one kilogram?"
Ye Zhenli likes to express with his fingers when talking. He raised two fingers and was about to say 200 bucks.
Aldous Wendell answered directly, "2,000 US dollars? No problem!"
! ! ! !
Gulu~
Ye Zhenli swallowed the next words directly.
I just want to shout 200 yuan!
He stared and his breathing became short.
How many times is this TMD?
He is a top student, and if you calculate it at once, 30 tons is 60 million US dollars! ! !
200 yuan in China is the "external price". If you want to buy 30 tons, you can get at least 120 yuan in quick money. This... this... rob a bank? !
He took a deep breath, "Mr. Aldous, according to the regulations, we need to collect 30%...no, 10% of the down payment."
He was afraid If you talk too much, the other person will be unhappy.
But Aldous Wendell smiled and nodded, "No problem, you will provide an account when the time comes, and I will transfer the money directly."
Ye Zhenli nodded vigorously.
6 million US dollars will be given as promised!
What a generosity.
Is this a rich person?
In fact, Aldous Wendell could also ask the United States to buy it, but ephedrine is one of the "contrabands" in the United States, and many companies use it themselves. It is impossible for the United States to export it to itself on such a large scale.
You can only buy it from someone else.
2000 US dollars is within the acceptable range at that time.
He originally thought it would cost 3,000 US dollars.
Aldous Wendel stayed with Mari for a meal. At the dinner table, the former kept saying that 30 tons was just a small thing. If the cooperation was happy, 100 tons a year would not be a problem.
This made Ye Zhenli overjoyed. This was a fortune!
At the dinner table, he also ate something he had never eaten in his life. Have you ever eaten roasted tiger meat?
No.
Camel meat, crocodile meat, etc.
When he left the villa, the other party also gave him a car, a Santana that sells for 200,000 yuan in China.
In the car, his hands were shaking.
He took out his phone and wanted to call China, but as soon as he pressed the number, he paused, his face tangled.
I am not willing to let the company earn so much money!
In terms of commissions, it can indeed make him a lot of money, but in front of 60 million US dollars, those commissions are nothing!
Can I go it alone? !
Just when he was hesitating, a call came in. He picked it up and it was his wife on the other end.
Also his former pen pal.
"Truth, I...I'm pregnant."
Boom! !
Ye Zhenli's head exploded. Joy and fear suddenly took over his brain, and his words were hesitant.
"I don't want to give birth to him..."
"Why!" Ye Zhenli asked anxiously. As a traditional male, he still thought about passing on the family line.
“We can’t feed him.” His wife Yu Zhiyi said after being silent for a while.
"Don't, don't, don't, we can afford it! Ayi, I...I found a big order, which can make a lot of money. I have enough to raise children. When the time comes, the money will be enough for us to settle abroad. Don't you Call me, don’t worry, trust me.”
The other person said “yes”, and the two of them hung up the phone after exchanging their heartfelt feelings.
The families of the two people are not the same. Ye Zhenli is a child of a poor family, and Yu Zhiyi is the daughter of a rich man. She has to endure a lot of pressure in order to marry him.
Ye Zhenli also vowed to give him a future!
“Damn!!”
He hammered the speaker hard.
“Done!”
"Fuck XM, people can die rich, but they can't die poor!"
Ye Zhenli is also a very decisive person.
Mainly, this money is enough to make you crazy.
He did what he said and pawned a piece of jade he had on him to a local Chinese pawnshop and bought a plane ticket back to China.
If you don’t make money, you’d rather die!
(It is not an exaggeration to turn 200 yuan into 2,000 US dollars. The Americans sold it for 289 US dollars, and he sold it to the Mexicans for 2,890 US dollars. The highest price was 96 tons a year, which is equivalent to a daily income of 14 million US dollars. Don’t finish my exaggeration.) < br>
......
There is a drug tycoon starting to rise over there.
While in Tijuana.
Victor invited people from the United Nations delegation to watch a show.
Namely: hang the drug dealers!
The drug dealer who was pulled out was hanged in the square.
Crying and screaming as if their parents were dead, and some even became incontinent.
"Execution!"
With the orders given by the officials present, the drug dealers cried louder, the pedals below opened, and the whole person clicked.
The sound of bones breaking was obvious.
All the representatives of the delegation subconsciously touched their necks and swallowed nervously.
Victor also stood up and applauded, and the people next to him followed suit.
“Long live the General!!”
“Loyalty!!!”
The people below shouted loudly, including soldiers and civilians, cheering.
“Don’t keep focusing on human rights. Keeping people happy and peaceful is the greatest human right. In the past, Mexico was full of drug dealers and gun battles everywhere. What will happen after I come? Those rats can only hide in the sewers. !”
Victor said to everyone in the delegation with high spirits, “There are 3212 squares in the north, and a group of people will be hanged every month, just to let everyone know that drug trafficking, You will get the death penalty!”
“Don’t talk to me about the dignity of a criminal. Since you have committed a crime, you have no dignity. There was no dignity in the past, not now, and never in the future. In my dictionary, Only kill!"
"I will kill him with his head rolling!"
"The drug traffickers we killed will never dare to come to Mexico again!"
Next to him, Brazilian Enrique looked pensive when he heard this, and the Venezuelan representative next to him was a young man.
Nicolas Maro Moreau!
29 years old!
He was a taxi driver a few years ago and is now a member of the trade union representing the bus system in Caracas, the capital of Venezuela. It was a "accidental opportunity" that he could serve as the representative this time.
Hearing Victor's words, he looked excited and said, "Sir, how do you think we can completely eliminate drug dealers?"
"Completely?"
Victor looked at him and shook his head, "Wherever there are people, there will be people chasing huge profits. This is nature. What we can do is to provide people with a safe society and jobs so that they don't have to commit crimes. But there is no way to truly and thoroughly solve the problem."
"Then...isn't that a bit of wasted work?" Nicolas Maro Moreau said a little disappointed.
"Since we are righteous, light can never compromise with darkness. Darkness will always exist, but light will never go out. Look." Victor pointed to the cheering people below, "My mission is to keep them alive."< br>
"Let them be happy, keep them away from crime, and let them be full of hope in life."
"Don't be afraid whether the next road will be full of darkness or light. Go on. If there is no road ahead, then we will give it to you. Future generations will open up a path!”
Nicholas Maro Moreau looked at Victor, with an emotion called “admiration” shining in his eyes.
I will definitely be like Mr. Victor!
Venezuela people, don’t need drugs!
Victor's words also caused other representatives to think deeply. Although he was a bit domineering, but the leader of the army, if he is not domineering, can he still be called the leader of the army?
Many people felt that Victor was right, and they couldn't help but applaud.
The people and soldiers below heard the applause, raised their heads, and saw Victor standing on a balcony opposite the hanging ground, and they immediately cheered again.
“Long live the General!!!”
“Long live Mexico!!!”
"Your Majesty the Emperor..."
Victor smiled and raised his hand.
George Smiley trotted up from behind and whispered something in his ear. The Emperor raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"
"Goebbels, please accompany me for a moment. Sorry, everyone, I have some personal matters..."
"It's okay, it's okay, you are busy with Mr. Victor first."
"Yes, yes, we will stay here for a long time, we have time."
These people have become very "well-behaved" now.
Victor smiled at them, walked downstairs, his expression changed.
“Accident or normal?”
Casare’s mother died in the psychiatric hospital!
"He was injected with powerful sleeping pills."
Victor narrowed his eyes.
It seems that someone can't deal with himself and Casare, and is starting to think of ways to disgust people.
"Let's go!"
Victor got into the car with a gloomy face. The other party was obviously going to dissolve the relationship between the two parties. They did not think that Casare would be loyal to him.
There will be gaps in any loyalty, and as long as there are cracks, it will be easy to pry him open.
When we arrived at the mental hospital, the outside was already surrounded by security guards.
The body of Casare's mother, Camila Sodi, was in the ward, and cries came from inside.
My younger brother Felik was standing in a military uniform with red eyes. He is now an officer cadet and has a great future after graduation. With an older brother who is the deputy governor, it is difficult to think about not having a future.
My sister Felikna was kneeling beside the hospital bed, crying.
Seeing Victor walking in, his younger brother Felik wiped the corners of his eyes and saluted him, "General..."
Victor looked at Camilla Sodi on the bed, who looked ferocious and dead. It was a bit painful. He closed his eyes and touched Felik's head, "Hey~"
"Where are everyone in the hospital?!" He turned to ask George Smiley.
“They were all arrested and locked up on the third floor.”
“Go and have a look!”
Victor patted Felic on the shoulder, "Don't worry, your mother is my mother. If Casare is not here, I will be your big brother. I will avenge our mother. Whoever does it, I will kill his whole family!"
Felik couldn't help but shed tears.
Follow George Smiley to the third floor, which is the detention room, where mental patients are kept after they become ill.
Thirteen Taibao took over this place and did not allow anyone to get close.
Victor stood by the window at the door, looking with evil eyes at the doctors and nurses inside who had their heads lowered.
His eyes suddenly fell on a nurse.
The man was wearing flesh-colored stockings, sitting on the ground holding his legs, shivering and looking very pitiful.
But in Victor's eyes, it is like this.
“Siat Abdulkader!”
“Nickname: Princess Harry.”
"Affiliated to: Spear of God!"
…
Victor frowned, "Take the nurse next door."
George Smiley followed his finger He glanced in the direction, nodded, led the people in, and grabbed the nurse from left to right.
"What are you doing! Ah! Help! Help..."
She shouted in horror, looking around weakly and pleadingly.
Everyone around them lowered their heads and did not dare to look. Some people were holding their hands and shaking, not knowing whether they were angry or angry.
The other party struggled hard, but the two eunuchs couldn't catch her?
Victor pushed open the door, rushed forward and kicked the female nurse in the chest, kicking her out and hitting the wall. The colleagues next to him moved aside in fear.
This kick almost knocked my wife to pieces.
Victor grabbed a handful of her hair and banged her against the wall so hard that half of her face was injured. He kept pressing her against the wall and rubbing her face left and right. Her face was broken instantly, and she screamed in pain.
"Fuck XM, you bastard, you are playing dirty with me, why are you pretending to be pure?"
"Are people from the Spear of God also afraid!"
That woman The nurse's pupils opened suddenly, he...how did he know? !
Before she could react, Victor grabbed her hair and pulled her out like a dead dog, "Today, I will let you know what fear is!"
"George Smiley! Find ten male dogs in heat!"
......
(End of this chapter)