Working as a police officer in Mexico

I don’t know if the police are good people.

Anyway, every one of you sitting here will be shot if you poop out. Put a grenade on it and blow it up for you.

What is written on the left and right sides of Victor's forehead is: Loyal to the Emperor and to the Country!

Will he be a bad guy?

It's just that the drug dealers don't understand his good intentions. How about you all line up and let Victor sweep over?

Two consecutive pieces of news caught the Mexican drug lords off guard!

Especially the death of Gallardo.

This marks the true end of an era!

"The three giants of Guadalajara must have been killed by Victor." Juarez boss Aguilar whispered softly next to him.

He is a police officer, so of course he understands what an achievement this is.

Equivalent to…

Plant potatoes in Siberia, and then you find that they have... cherry blossoms?

It should be about the same.

Abrego next to him had an equally solemn look on his face. Only as Mexicans could they know what Victor had accomplished.

Pablo and the people in the Cali group actually knew Gallardo.

The KKY business in Colombia was cooperated at that time, and the personal relationship was still very good. When Gallardo was arrested, it was said that Pablo planned to send people to rob the execution site.

But...it was canceled because the distance was too far.

The atmosphere gradually became tense...

When Miguel wanted to continue talking with his big mouth, he was stopped by Gilbert next to him. He glared at his little brother and couldn't stop talking.

"After the Hermosillo Steel Plant was knocked down, there was almost no barrier in Sonora. If Victor continues to move south, Sinaloa will soon fall into war."

Guzman took a deep breath and analyzed it calmly. He glanced at everyone, "Then the territory we can control will become less and less."

"At that time, the US-Mexico border will be short of a section, and our transportation channels will be cut off. The money you put into your pockets every year will be at least several hundred million dollars less."

The smart thing about Guzman is that he will not bring this benefit to himself alone, but to spread it equally to everyone. Sinaloa is his hometown, and his mother and ancestral graves are still there.

He also has several mistresses.

You said that if you asked them to help you beat Victor, they would definitely not use force. You said that you would make hundreds of millions less, and they immediately became angry!

After the Caribbean Road was cut off by the Americans, Colombians could only rely on Mexican transportation, and the interests of both parties were also on the same line.

How many billions of dollars were lost? !

If you take this money to Las Vegas in the United States, do you know what kind of treatment you can enjoy? You can already be an emperor. You can tell which star you want to crawl into your bed at night. All you need is a phone call.

boom!

Miguel slammed the coffee table next to him, and all the bosses looked at him, "This kind of thing will never happen! Kill Victor!"

"Brother, are you right?"

His mistress wants to eat.

His sports car needs gas.

Gilbert frowned at the side and nodded slowly, "He has destroyed the drug trafficking ecological environment in North America. This is going backwards in history. What? Does he still want to be the emperor of Mexico and the dictator of North America? "

"This is absolutely impossible. Don't worry, our Cali Group will definitely support you with all our strength. We must overthrow tyrants like Victor."

"The same goes for the Medellin Group." Pablo continued not to be outdone. He used U.S. dollars to wake up his nose, and threw the hundred U.S. dollars into the trash can with yellow liquid on it.

This...is a bit irritating.

“Tomorrow at the new Justice Building, I plan to invite reporters to witness the founding of our North American Association!”

Damn it!

Call a reporter?

Playing so big?

Everyone present looked at him in shock. Are you kidding me?

We are...villains, okay.

"Isn't this too high-profile? The Americans will probably be very unhappy." The cautious Gilbert felt that this was not a good idea. Wouldn't it be better to keep a low profile while earning some money?

Miguel, who had a fierce look on his face, was very excited. He was a bit crazy.

He has a bit of a super-heroic symptom, that is, no one can refute him, except his eldest brother. Once when he was in a bar, because he was drinking, a bartender laughed at his drinking capacity, and then...

He was brutally tortured to death in front of hundreds of people.

How cruel?

Even if I write it down, it will be like a mosaic.

In the end, the police arrested him, but he was released after only a few hours of detention. This was just the tip of his iceberg. He once shouted in front of the media, "Colombia should let our brothers come."

Arrogant and high-profile!

A stark contrast to his older brother.

His brother is famous for being...low-key.

Sure enough, two kinds of people can be born from one egg.

"Brother, what are you afraid of? Americans, we are already selling drugs, why are we afraid of them? Isn't it the CIA and DEA? Just kill them!"

"We spied on people from the U.S. Embassy in Colombia..."

Miguel said carelessly next to him.

"Shut up!" Gilbert shouted angrily.

The other person was so scared that he trembled. Seeing the angry look on the other person's face, he shut his mouth obediently. When he was a child... Miguel was beaten a lot. Whenever he talked back, he got a slap. The most severe spanking was that he couldn't tell the difference between his butt and face. Clear.

He is not afraid of anyone but his own brother.

Gilbert has the urge to strangle Miguel. Is it okay to monitor the US ambassador?

He looked at the others, who all looked at him with strange eyes, and forced a smile, "He is young..."

"I'm 40 years old." Pablo was petty and said angrily when he saw Miguel being called a dog.

Well, a 40-year-old kid.

Gilbert's face turned green.

Guzman saw something was wrong in the atmosphere from the side. Why are Colombians so "ununited" internally?

"It doesn't matter whether Americans are happy or not. What's important is that we have to be happy. If we don't keep a high profile, they will hit us. If we keep a high profile, they won't be able to use more force. What are we afraid of? The United States is so close to Mexico. If anyone wants to hit us, we will kill them. The whole family!" Abrego's eyes were a bit scary.

Oh shit!

Another crazy one.

Guzman glanced at Aguilar, and the Juarez speaker looked worried, and the two looked at each other.

I actually feel a little worried about the future of the North American Association.

"As long as we are ruthless enough, Americans are not that scary. Haven't I killed enough CIAs?" Pablo shrugged and said directly in a no-nonsense tone, "Then it's decided, I'll take care of the reporters. arrange."

"I hope you made the right choice!" Gilbert said.

"My ability is that I am always right. 1+1 is whatever I say." Pablo grinned.

In this dull atmosphere, the "giant meeting" adjourned.

"I hope to hear about the death of Javier Dogomínz tonight, Guzman," Pablo said.

The dwarf nodded, "No problem, their whole family will gather in heaven tonight."

"Do you need our information?" Miguel turned his head, "We can all know which woman's room he is hiding in."

"I can handle it," Guzman smirked.

When he walked out of the room, he saw Arturo standing outside. When he saw him, he ran up and said, "Cousin."

Guzman nodded, hesitated, and stopped, "Arturo."

"What's wrong?"

"The Hermosillo Steel Plant was breached by Victor, and everyone inside died. Alfredo... was also inside."

Arturo's expression changed from shock to confusion, and then his eyes suddenly widened in complete disbelief, and his body shook.

Guzman stretched out his hand to help him.

I heard an exclamation from the other end.

"What! Salcedo is dead?!"

Miguel was holding the phone with a look of astonishment on his face, and then he started to curse, and the two brothers left in a hurry.

Guzman frowned. The engineer is gone?

Got killed?

…

Botello Museum.

This is one of the must-visit places in Bogota.

It is considered a famous "street" in Colombia. In addition to the museum, there is also a famous local "human sculpture" next to it. Of course, there are real people inside.

Therefore, many curious tourists come here.

Many vendors will set up stalls here.

Salcedo, wearing a newsboy cap and a windbreaker, was walking among the crowd, looking around.

When I saw the familiar fried banana stall, I was about to walk over when I was suddenly blocked by a figure.

"Sir, would you like a balloon?"

There was a clown in front of him, and his face was very...weird, like he was crying and laughing at the same time.

"No, thank you!" Salcedo frowned and waved. He wanted to leave, but the other party grabbed his arm. "Sir, if you don't want balloons, can you buy something?"

"I'm still selling French fries, come and see."

"No! I don't want to eat, don't bother me!" Salcedo said harshly, trying to struggle, but the clown's hand held him tightly, like a pair of pliers, holding him tight and pulling hard. Drag him over.

Two men were fighting on the street, but no one came in. Instead, they looked at each other with strange eyes.

"Take a look and support me. It's not easy to make some money now."

Seeing that he couldn't shirk it, Salcedo could only nod, "Okay, okay, let me go and let me see what else there is."

"There are fried chicken wings, French fries, and by the way, there's another good thing, come and see." The clown twitched his fingers to get him closer and pointed at the frying pan.

Salcedo frowned and poked his head over. Before his body could stand still, a hand suddenly pressed down on his head from top to bottom!

Directly stuff his entire face into the oil pan!

Like crackling fried dough sticks.

"Ahhh!!"

Salcedo waved his hands vigorously and overturned everything around him. There were many tourists around, and everyone was frightened by this scene. They ran away in a panic, and the trash cans nearby overturned.

"Add some seasoning for you!" The clown chuckled and poured chili powder into the oil pan.

Salcedo's waving fist hit the opponent's chest. As soon as the hand was loosened, he broke away, and his face... was rotten!

The bomb was bloody and bloody.

He screamed and knelt on the ground. Who could bear this pain?

"The fries are out!"

When the clown smiles, life or death is uncertain.

He grabbed a handful of bamboo skewers and stabbed Salcedo's neck back and forth with such determination and cruelty that his neck and face were like briquettes.

He swallowed directly.

He died quite miserably.

The clown was still worried. He smiled, took out a grenade, pulled out the lead and stuffed it into the opponent's clothes. Then he covered his ears and ran with his legs raised high, while making weird noises.

This... doesn't look like a normal person.

Collapse~! ! !

Exploded...exploded.

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