Chapter 360 Chaos in Cancun City!


Chapter 360 Chaos in Cancun City!

While waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Abrego was really in pieces here and there, and a group of people beside him were howling, especially his second son Behrman, who was in charge of intelligence work and had recently formed a navy, and cried miserably.

Okay...

No need for a stretcher now.

Just put it in a sack and take it away.

On the other hand, although the other sons working in the workplace were crying, their eyes clearly showed panic and uneasiness, and their eyes wandered to the second son.

Although he is deeply loved,... the eldest son is now in charge of the army. He is the commander of a division under the alliance, with strong troops and horses.

The most important thing is that the two people are not born from the same mother at all.

With the Gulf Group and a legacy as big as Southern Mexico, how can two people not be tempted?

There will definitely be a conflagration!

Smart people seem to have seen the future direction.

But now is not the time to talk about this...

Cry first!

The entire city of Cancun is in chaos.

Elvis Salinas, who was still sleeping with a woman in his arms in the "Official Residence", was pushed awake. When he opened his eyes, he saw many people standing in front of him. They looked at him with sinister eyes. It made him tremble.

No way...

Are they planning to kill themselves? !

Can't Abrego finally want to "seek power and usurp the throne"?

The woman next to me screamed loudly.

But he was dragged out by several armed men.

"Sir, Prime Minister Abrego... was assassinated!" A bearded man said sadly.

This is the Minister of Commerce of Southern Mexico. He is also the elite backbone of the Gulf Group. After the founding of the country, he can be regarded as having such a "human-headed and dog-faced" position.

What other ministers of defense, finance, etc. were once drug dealers.

Under the construction of this group of people, the economy of southern Mexico has regressed for at least ten years, and refugees are everywhere, but the government has done nothing at all, because only in this way will these people who have no food to eat will join the drug cartel.

The political structure of Southern Mexico is TMD-shaped.

It is more like a company in a doomsday game. It has funded the establishment of a big power, and the poor will never be able to get ahead.

The higher-ups live a luxurious and absurd life.

If you insist on bringing it in.

Mexico at this time is North and South Korea.

One culture evolves into two patterns, of course...that is something Victor will never allow!

Hearing this, Elvis Salinas had one big eye and one small eye, feeling a little dazed, followed by ecstasy.

The Grand Master is dead? ! !

No, the Prime Minister is dead? !

Then will the power come into my own hands?

He sat up suddenly, swallowed his saliva, his eyes shone, he was about to take the throne! ! !

Just as I was about to get up, I saw a dozen armed men rushing in from the door, and a man wearing a military uniform walked in.

"From now on, the whole city will be under martial law. Mr. President, please stay here for safety. Don't go anywhere."

This man is the former leader of the Guadalajara drug cartel. The younger brother of Rafael Carlo Quintero, who was also the overseas distribution minister of the later Sinaloa Group - Tredo Quintero, is now the Minister of Security of Yucatan City.

"The cabinet will find the murderer and bring him to justice!" Tredo Quintero glanced at him, as if he came to convey an order, and then left.

The other high-ranking people in the bedroom looked at me and I looked at you, and then left like a tide.

I really came to see this puppet because my brain was showing off.

The "four major drug trafficking organizations" have the final say on specific matters!

The Gulf Group, the Colombian Medellin Group, the Golden Knights established by the original small drug traffickers in the south, and the Sinaloa Group. Although the latter was crippled and lost its home base, his influence Still very big.

And since Abrego is dead, someone has to make up for the huge piece of the power cake left behind. A group of people can't help but start to open their mouths.

Elvis Salinas' face was ashen, he grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it on the ground, "Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

Puppet, still puppet...

To It’s not that he was supported by the CIA, he should have drunk a glass of poisonous wine by now.

The streets and alleys are filled with armed drug dealers in military uniforms holding checkpoints, and no unrelated vehicles are allowed to drive on the roads!

Three or four armed pickup trucks parked in front of the five-star Hilton Hotel in Cancun. Dozens of armed men got down from the top. The security guard at the door was so frightened that he threw away his weapon and knelt down with his butt sticking out. On the ground.

"Sir...sir..." A male manager ran over and shouted softly and flatteringly, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

The drug dealer with the rank of captain looked at him, "We want to search Every room.”
< br>The manager had an ugly expression and smiled sarcastically, "Isn't that good? There are all tourists here... If this gets out, it will give us a bad reputation."

The captain frowned, raised his hand, bang!

The bullet hit the forehead.

The male manager stared and fell to the ground.

"Ah!!!" The female receptionists behind them screamed loudly, holding their ears on the ground, and a drug dealer next to them was sweeping away with an AK!

Thud, tug, tug, tug!

Dozens of holes were swept out of the Southern Mexican flag hanging on the wall.

“Search!”

The captain waved his hand, and the gang of drug dealers rushed upstairs.

But most of them ran up to the VIP rooms above, because they knew that the rich people were the ones above, where they would find the money.

This is called extra money!

When a few drug dealers rushed into the suite that cost 3,420 US dollars a night, the people inside screamed and saw a man and a woman lying by the window doing something.

The woman's breasts were so big that they were immediately dazzled by them, and their hair was leaking out. The low-level armed personnel themselves were poor. When had they ever seen such a beautiful woman?

Everyone's eyes gleamed.

The man had a fat head and big ears, and he should have some status. He frowned and said calmly, "You want money? I'll give it to you right now, don't hurt us."
< br>As he said that, he went to get his wallet.

Two drug dealers couldn't help but grabbed the woman. She screamed, and the man turned around suddenly, furious, "What are you doing!"

Go up and grab each other. , a drug dealer got angry, kicked him over, pulled the gun bolt, and pointed it at him!

Beat him to death!

Pressed the woman on the bed and raped her.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, when a few people walked out of the door with their pants lifted and proud expressions on their faces, the woman inside stared with bullet holes all over her body. These bastards were killing people!

Drug dealers are lawless!

When they left, they also set a fire inside the Hilton.

The huge fire followed the wind and enveloped the surrounding buildings, and the whole street immediately burned.

Layer upon layer of ash curled toward the sky.

Many refugees were extremely hungry and took advantage of this time to cover their faces and start robbing. You must know that Cancun is a tourist city. More than millions of people come here to travel every year. As you can imagine, This group of tourists became the targets of this gang of thugs.

The whole city has become increasingly chaotic under the "military control" of drug dealers. There are screams and roars everywhere. Call the police?

Hey, you call the police and they answer the phone.

Many people can only contact the embassy.

The telephone numbers of the embassies of the United States, Britain, Germany, Hungary, etc. were all flooded. They originally thought this was just an occasional case, but when the number of calls increased, they finally realized that something was wrong.

Hurry back to China.

But when their bureaucrats reacted, the fighting in Cancun had not stopped, and flights and ferries had stopped running.

Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, the U.S. adviser, quickly contacted the southern Mexican side, but the person who answered the phone had a bitter look on his face, "It can't be stopped..."

"No matter! We must reduce the losses of Americans. Do you bastards only know how to sell drugs? Idiots!" he roared angrily.

In fact, most of the people who travel to Yucatan are Americans from nearby, and there are also many people with status, such as CEOs of certain companies or legislators from a certain state. If something happens to these people, it will be really serious. It's funny.

“I’ll try my best.”

“You don’t have to do your best! If we can’t handle it, we’ll handle it! Don’t forget, without us, you are nothing!” Jeffrey Olson He threw the phone on the table angrily.

Picked up the coffee on the table and drank it, slamming the cup on the ground. "Fake Squid!"

Victor was meeting with delegations from Brazil and Venezuela when news of the riots in Cancun reached his ears.

The "First World Anti-Drug Congress" will be held in Tijuana on May 8.

This group of people arrived two days in advance.

Brazil is very concerned about this. After all, the level of drug epidemic in their country is no less than that in Mexico. At least more than 10 million people are infected with drugs, accounting for 3% of the total population!

Moreover, there are gangs in the country. The "Red Command" is simply the top student in the underworld group. There are no good people in the slums. You have 11 special police officers going in and 22 people coming out...

Be chopped into pieces Half and half.

They want to learn from Victor's advanced experience.

The first and second leaders of the police department, as well as the deputy mayor of St. Paul City Hall, were dispatched. The specifications were not low, but not high either, and they barely managed to get by.

The same is true for Venezuela...

At the welcome luncheon, he exchanged glasses for glasses and moved freely among these people. Who said he was inhumane?

He's just too lazy to flatter the Yankees.

Who do you think you are, you are so close to me and you are still telling me what to do.

"Mr. Victor, what if the government doesn't do anything and there is serious internal corruption and collusion with drug dealers and gangs?!" Suddenly, a very serious-looking man with a big beard walked out He came over, holding the wine glass, looking straight into his eyes, and asking questions that penetrated deep into his bones.

When the members of the Brazilian delegation next to him saw him, they looked at each other, obviously embarrassed, while George Smiley whispered something next to Victor.

"Mr. da Silva?"

"It's me!" The other party nodded.

The Brazilian delegation is very funny this time. The current president, Fernando Collor de Mello, looks very clean on the surface, but Victor knows that this guy has done some shameful things.

For example, while his younger brother was on a business trip, he had an affair with his sister-in-law.

He also pretended to be honest, but actually took bribes. The gang even called him Mr. "10%" because he wanted a 10% kickback for any business.

These are documents compiled by the intelligence agency.

The computer of the Information Bureau contains important information from more than 30 countries around the world...

This anti-drug conference in response to Victor is actually just in line with public opinion. Before attending the conference, Fernando· The government of Collor de Mello conducted a survey and found that 74% of people supported anti-drugs. If it is beneficial to his election, of course he should participate.

In addition to the government delegation, there was also a private delegation representing the Brazilian Reactionary Party. They came to the meeting at their own expense and had already greeted the Mexican side before coming.

The man in front of me is the leader of the Labor Party: Luz Inasi Lou da Silva!

A left-winger with only a primary school education and a missing pinky finger because of his job is also the current labor leader.

“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?” Victor looked at the man in front of him who was nearly 20 years older than himself and asked with a smile.

Da Silva looked at him, "Where are the lies?"

"You can go to the police. Remember, go to the regular police. There are too many irregular ones in Brazil."


This is not funny at all!

But someone nearby couldn't help laughing.

“What about the truth?” Da Silva looked expressionless, still looking like this.

“Implement policies like mine and let everyone understand that you are the boss. Internal corruption is just like a well-raised pig in front of the military. Kill them and you can use the money to develop basic education. and improve workers’ treatment.”

The people in the Brazilian government delegation standing on one side were a little uneasy. How serious is the internal corruption in Brazil?

Let's put it this way...

We all know that Brazil is rich in football stars, but when these stars begin to show their talents, they will be signed by local supermarkets, hotels and even some car companies. If a European team takes a fancy to them, besides In addition to the fees paid to the teams, these companies must also pay a "training fee."

80% of this money will be divided by local officials in charge of tourism and sports, and then distributed to other departments. This small business can create almost tens of millions of dollars in profits every year.

Because when signing the contract, they didn't spend any money and didn't have to pay wages. It was a completely cost-free transaction.

What if you don’t sign the contract?

Then you have no ball to play.

From sports officials refusing to register you to gangs often raiding your home.

After all, even people like Ronaldo and Carlos who are extremely talented in the field of football, if they did not have the good luck to become famous, they are very likely to be in the slums of Brazil, covering their faces and holding automatics. Rifles, selling cocaine.

"But the Brazilian army..." Da Silva stopped abruptly after saying this, but he was obviously still very radical. "I think we are common partners on the road to anti-drugs."< br>
“Of course, for the sake of anti-drugs, we are comrade!”

When Luz Inasi Lou da Silva heard this word, his eyes lit up. He was originally from the left and felt very cordial. He held Victor's hand tightly with both hands and said, "If I am elected president, I will ask you. Help, I hope you can come to Brazil to help fight drugs!”

The government delegation’s face turned dark.

A leftist + an inventor of "Victorism", good guy, let's just embezzle some money, and you are going to crush us into ashes.

Isn’t it time to be bombarded by you with big artillery? !

“I’m so happy!”

The first meeting between the two men was obviously fruitful.

The leader of the Brazilian Police Department wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, forget it, this is not his territory, but his expression was definitely unhappy. When he got back, he told the president that this da Silva had "bad intentions."

At this moment, the secretary ran over and whispered in Victor's ear.

“So serious?”

“It’s very serious. The current number of casualties is estimated to be more than 2,000!”

Da Silva asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

The secretary glanced at Victor, who motioned to him.

He reported on the situation in Cancun.

“Oh my God, how could this happen!”

“Damn, these drug dealers…”

There were exclamations one after another.

"Look, drug dealers are cruel at all times. Even if they put on the clothes of priests, they are just bloodthirsty wild dogs!" Victor said, looking at them.

Da Silva was shocked and opened his mouth.

That’s Yucatan!

The most beautiful place in North America.

"Notify the whole country that the Northern Army opposes this behavior and requires that the riots stop within 36 hours, otherwise we will take retaliatory measures to ensure the safety of civilians and foreign people."

"Yes!"

The secretary standing behind him hurriedly responded.

"I will not allow drug traffickers to massacre any civilians! They are the most precious wealth of our country, and I belong to the people." Victor said loudly, looking at the "guests" in front of him.

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva looked at him with bright eyes and recognized his words.

On the Venezuelan side, Nicolas Maro Moro applauded first and cheered loudly.

Thundering applause suddenly erupted in the banquet hall.

As for why not send the navy there?

One is that the journey is too far, and several states close to the Gulf of Mexico have not been obtained. If you go from Alta and Baja California in the northwest, you have to go around a long way. By the time you get there, people will be reincarnated.

There is one more important thing.

If you drug dealers don’t kill so many people, how can you arouse public outrage?

How to let everyone know how good the Northern Army is?

Of course, maybe many people on the world stage will close their eyes and pretend not to see it.

But for Mexico, Victor of course wants to publicize the cruelty, brutality and arrogance of the drug traffickers.

Let them understand that I, Victor, am the son of Mexico!

Well...

Victor is slowly moving towards becoming a qualified politician and actor.

People have to keep learning to grow up, right?

……

(End of this chapter)

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