Chapter 29 The real Mexican.

Chapter 29 The real Mexican.

Isla Parolada neighborhood. A factory covering an area of ​​about 400 square meters.

There is also a decent sign hanging at the door: "Mexican New Generation Hope Technical School."

It's autumn this October, and Ryan is still wearing short-sleeved shirts. He holds a loudspeaker and yells at the two dozen thin and half-grown men lying on the ground, "Stay up! Stand up! What are you doing? Are you fucking the ground?" "

As he spoke, he stepped on the butt of the boy next to him. The boy immediately fell to the ground, his arms trembling.

"If you want to make money, you have to endure hardship. To be a bitch, you have to wear out your sheets every day. You don't have this condition, so you can only endure more hardship. I tell you, if you fail the exam in three weeks, get out of here."

This technical school is a bull's-head selling dog meat. Holder and the others used loudspeakers to promote the school in the neighborhood. Food and accommodation are included. Good grades are also included in the distribution. The minimum monthly salary for the job is 600 pesos.

With this kind of treatment, even if you ask me to kill someone, I will do it!

Many parents send their children here, and when they take a look, they think, well, it seems a bit unseemly.

But as I said, there are so many poor people in Mexico, and there are so many children at home that ordinary families simply cannot afford to raise them.

There’s a place to eat for free, who cares!

On the first day, more than 100 people were sent, but Ryan selected 30 of them, including 8 girls, with an average age of 18.

Don't underestimate women...

Perhaps it is their gender shortcomings that make them "looked down upon" in many industries, but it is this advantage that makes it easier for them to get closer to their goals and complete tasks easier.

Moreover, when a woman is ruthless, it is really like "Jesus would even eat fast."

Not to mention the Colombian "Black Widow" Blanco. When she was making drugs, Pablo was still reselling electrical appliances. Later, when he couldn't survive, he turned to Blanco and asked the elder sister to guide him into the industry.

Unexpectedly, Blanco is the leader of Pablo. She also invented the motorcycle murder method, which is a group of two people, one person drives the car, and the other person sits behind and kills with a gun. It is common in many movies and TV series.

In addition to her, there are Sandra, the "Queen of the Pacific", Claudia Ochoa Felix, the new queen of Los Zetas... and many more.

Why are firearms called "Equality of All Beings"?

Because it transcends the gaps of gender, ability, money, and power.

Boom boom

Sergio and Juan, the captains of the gunner team, pushed two tricycles in. The steaming aroma was coming from them. The hungry students who were lying on the ground couldn't help but raise their heads and stare.

Burritos, chicken corn red and white soup, nachos.

It costs about $30 just to eat for a day.

Well, 30 dollars to support 30 people...

The scalps of capitalists are numb.

Ryan looked at his watch, clasped his hands behind his back, and nodded, "Get up, everyone, go get in line."

After training for a few days, I have achieved some success. There is no fuss. I have basic discipline. What do you want to train in three weeks?

Anyway, they can fight better than the African "militia".

"Ryan!" Holder walked out of a room in the factory, hooked his hand towards him, and asked when the other party arrived, "Has the rent been collected? Go and buy some goods from Best."

Rent is protection money.

Of course they had to collect protection fees when the Isla Parolada neighborhood was taken down. Holder provided help to them. Isn't this the income from labor?

Fortunately this is not the United States, otherwise you would have to pay taxes if you rob a bank.

The gunmen of the "Mexican New Generation" are all under Ryan's control, 50% is retained for the organization, and the rest is used to buy weapons.

"I received it. The total is 87,475 pesos. I will buy some bullets in the afternoon." Ryan said.

The maintenance fee for this street alone is more than 40,000 US dollars, not including high temperature subsidies, cold winter subsidies and other miscellaneous items.

Do you think gangs do charity?

Without money, who would be so desperate?

In the Middle Ages, the Popes sold "Atonement Scrolls". What did Jesus eat when he had no money? What to drink? How do priests find little boys?

In 1989, the annual income from protection fees alone was 400,000 US dollars. No wonder some tycoons who had never studied became rich.

But it’s precisely because they haven’t read books that they don’t understand the awe. Have they read well? That’s why I remembered my duty.

Holder!

Damn, I haven’t even graduated from elementary school.

"Boss."

A man ran in at the door, with a fierce look on his face and a bulging belt on his waist, "The police are coming."

police? What are you here for? Distribute flyers?

Holder's brows twitched when he saw seventeen or eight police officers walking in from the door, wearing police uniforms, led by a Subinspector (Deputy Superintendent).

Holder, who has been in the police force, understands the meaning of this level. He is already a senior police officer, several levels higher than Victor.

"Police inspection! The Mexican Preventive Police Force violent crime investigation Codanillo Sanborn." The leading deputy superintendent raised his work permit.

"What's the matter? Mr. Police." Holder walked up to him lamely, followed by Ryan and Ma Zi.

Sanborn looked him up and down, "I received news that you are selling arms here, and it is closely related to the shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. I need to conduct a search."

? ? ?

Holder thought he heard wrongly and said with a smile, "Officer, are you kidding me? This is a technical school. Ryan, bring me 2,000 pesos and give the officers afternoon tea."

"jump!"

Unexpectedly, Sanborn raised his gun to the ceiling and fired.

The entire factory suddenly fell silent, and then the gunmen from the "Mexican New Generation" became manic. Do the police dare to act arrogantly from their home territory?

If you are kicked by your peers, it is because you are incompetent. If you are frightened by the police, why are you still messing around? Go home and sell corn.

Juan and others drew their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The police behind Sanborn were also tense for a moment, and the two sides faced off.

"There are still guns in the technical school?" Sanborn asked with a frown.

Holder looked at him and frowned, "Sir, what can a mechanic learn if he doesn't learn how to shoot a gun? This is Israpalada Street, where I'm covering. If you want to cause trouble here, it's in your hands." Old antique? Did you get sucked on it?"

"Keep your mouth clean, I have the right to investigate you!"

"Sorry, I won't cooperate. Show the police what firepower is." Holder said to Ryan.

The latter pulled out a box from under the table next to him, took out the AK47 from it, clicked the magazine, pulled the gun bolt with his backhand, and shot a shuttle towards the sky.

"Sir, you don't have as much firepower as me, why do you care what I do? Is your medical insurance enough to cover it? It costs several hundred dollars a month. Why are you so serious?"

"I'm suing you for illegal possession of a gun now!" Sanborn's eyes lit up when he saw the AK47. It was exactly the same weapon used in the previous shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. There were very few Soviet goods in Mexico, so it was definitely indistinguishable from the person in front of him. Open a relationship.

He said to the policeman next to him, "Cuff him!"

"You want to arrest me? Where's the evidence? What did you tell him this is?" Holder pointed at the policeman standing next to Sanborn, and Lane's gun immediately turned towards him.

The other party swallowed his saliva and became nervous.

They didn't really want to care about the shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. The firepower of those people was more fierce than that of the entire police station. What were they doing there? Looking for death?

But the new boss had to make a name for himself, and he found an "informant" from nowhere, saying that someone was selling arms here, and came over with his troops.

Just silly cute!

Do you think they won’t resist?

"Say! What is this?" Ryan asked in a loud voice, which made the policeman tremble. He glanced at Sanborn, who looked ugly next to him, "Burn... burn the fire stick."

"Did you hear that, sir? This is a fire stick, not an AK47. You are looking in the wrong place. If you have the ability, don't bring the police next time. Instead, bring the army and a tank."

Holder walked over unceremoniously and patted Sanborn's face, "Are you out of your mind? This is Mexico, not the United States, Deputy Superintendent? Haha" A mouthful of phlegm spat on Sanborn. on the police rank.

This time he couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Holder directly.

When Ryan saw this, he kicked Sanborn to the ground and hit him on the head with the butt of his gun. Juan and others shot directly at the policemen. One of the unlucky guys was injured in the shoulder and howled out. , while the others hurriedly fled.

The police in Mexico are so useless.

Bigger drug lords even let them watch the gates, such as the later "Sky King" Armando, who always let the police guard the gates of his mansions.

The combat effectiveness is very poor, very poor, very poor...

Sanborn's face was covered with blood. Lane was still angry. He raised the gun and pointed it at him and was about to pull the trigger. Holder held him down and covered him, "Don't kill him here."

He is a senior police officer after all.

Not a little guy.

Even if Guzman killed the police, he had to do it secretly.

"Throw him out."

Holder saw Sanborn lying on the ground muttering, squatting down, and listened, "I will definitely catch you."

Damn it, he's crazy!

As for this...

Sanborn tilted his head and fainted.

He saw it as a child.

When he was in fifth grade, his tutor asked him and his cousin what they wanted to be when they grew up.

Cousin: "I want to be a gangster and make a lot of money."

Sanborn: "I want to be a policeman, and I want to be the most just policeman in Mexico."

At that time, the teacher gave him a candy. He still remembers that the candy was very sweet. When he grew up, he relied on the door to get promoted quickly. However, wherever he went, he was old-fashioned and old-fashioned. His colleagues hated him. Walk.

It's not like he hasn't felt excluded, lonely, and helpless.

But he still remembered that the candy was very sweet.

I also remember that the teacher told him that this road was dangerous and wild, but he ate the candy and smiled.

"Teacher, darkness will eventually yield to light! Just like Miguel Hidalgo, the true Mexican can never be defeated!"

But this road is very, very difficult.

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