Chapter 69 Negotiation? What kind of thing are you?

Chapter 69 Negotiation? What kind of thing are you?

Mexicali!

In the governor's office.

After Rafael Marquez sent away Tijuana spokesman Ramon Aliano, he got so angry when he returned to the office that he threw everything off the table except money.

"What is Victor going to do!"

Recruit him to Mexicali, is this what Casare Gonzalez, senior assistant of the Guadalupe Island Police Department, said?

"The hemorrhoids ruptured and I couldn't get out."

When the secretary conveyed it to Rafael Marquez, the 57-year-old governor almost retired early.

He is still very moral, and after receiving money from Tijuana, he has to do things for them.

The most important thing is...fear of death!

Ramon Aliano had just warned him that if Victor was not dealt with, the Tijuana Group would not be able to guarantee Rafael Marquez's daughter in the United States.

This is a threat!

It is really rare in the world for a governor to be so threatened by a drug cartel, but when he opened it and saw that it was Mexico, he felt it was natural.

In 2019, within ten months, drug traffickers shot and killed 48 presidential candidates, most of whom were in high positions themselves.

Governor?

What kind of?

If I say I'll kill you, I'll kill you.

The exhausted governor sat on his chair and began to think of methods in his mind. Politicians are not good at using force, but they have many small ideas.

He quickly thought of a way.

Assign a mayor to Guadalupe Island. In terms of position and rank, he will naturally be in charge of Victor. When the time comes, he will find an excuse to remove him from his post.

This is a good idea!

But who to send?

Rafael Marquez tapped his fingers on the table, mentally calculating the candidates.

the next day.

Victor had just sat down in the office and was getting ready to work when he saw Casare knocking on the door and coming in with a strange expression.

"Boss, the drug lords sent representatives here and want to talk to you."

Victor wiped the table with a napkin and threw it into the trash can, "Did you say anything?"

Casare shook his head, "But it should be surrender. It seemed to scare them yesterday."

In order to publicize his achievements, Victor asked the police to drag the corpses of key members of the Portillo family (which could be put together) to several high-traffic communities for display.

They piled up like dead dogs.

It brought a lot of shock to the people.

The brave ones even went to the Portillo family's "ruin site," as it should be called now. There was not a single good brick in sight, there were stumps of limbs everywhere, and there were human heads hanging on the walls.

Even the beehive next to the eaves was blown to pieces!

Two of his dogs also died.

It was simply cruel to the extreme.

Privately, some people and drug dealers have called him: "Tirano (tyrant!)"

"Call them in."

Casare nodded and walked out of the office. After a while, he came in with two strong men. The leader was Guerrero Francisco.

His figure is quite stressful.

Victor glanced at him. No matter how big he was, he could be shot down.

Brother, times have changed!

He sat in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared.

This look made both of Francesco's expressions stiffen. He, who looked tall and thick, actually endured this breath and held down his companion who looked a little unhappy. "Officer Victor, won't you ask us to sit down?"

Victor laughed when he heard this, "What is your identity? What is my identity? Do you think you are still the boss in Guadalupe Island now? Come to me, stand and report to me."

"What the hell do you mean! Stinky police!"

Francis couldn't hold his companion, and the other party was so angry that he came up to fuck Victor, and the police at the door rushed in immediately.

Victor stretched out his hand and waved to signal Kennedy and the others to calm down. He walked over, straightened his clothes, and said with a smile, "Young people are impulsive and very angry."

"Fuck NMD!"

He grabbed the other person's hair and pulled it hard. He took out a folding knife from his pocket with his right hand and stabbed him hard in the neck!

When Francisco saw this, he was about to rush forward.

"I'm warning you, don't move." Casare pulled out a gun and pointed it at him, and Francesco stopped immediately.

Victor stabbed him more than a dozen times with the butterfly knife, and blood spurted out from the blood vessels in his throat, splattering all over him.

The drug dealer stared and struggled hard, still holding onto Victor's clothes. The latter raised the knife and thrust it into the opponent's eye. This place should be the softest, but it got stuck on the bone.

After smoking for a long time, I took out the butterfly knife.

Victor stood up and looked back at Francesco, who couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the look in his eyes.

Victor forced a smile and used a butterfly knife to scrape off the blood stains on Francis' clothes. "If the anger is too great, it must be treated."

Francisco glanced at the body of his companion on the ground, and the holes in his eyes made people panic.

"We are here to negotiate." He braced himself.

"Negotiation? What qualifications do you have? I won, why should I negotiate? Not convinced? Let's each ask someone to do it again and see if Jesus will be on your side. Let me tell you, I am the boss of Guadalupe Island. ,Jesus dick!" Victor slapped the table, pointing his thumb towards himself.

"Either die on the island, or get out of here. No weapons are allowed to be taken away. You can take the rest with you. If you agree, I will find a boat for you tomorrow. I'm done."

Victor's arrogance and arrogance gave Francis a headache. He had never seen such a person before.

Politicians in Mexico, no, the police chief should not be considered a politician. Who doesn't want to eat and get cards, just say hello to me, hello to everyone, there is no one like Victor who is so active in fighting drugs.

Some people propose banning drugs, but who comes to attack it?

Francisco: "I'm going to discuss it with them."

Victor waved his hand, "I can't decide what you are here to do. Let's discuss it. It only takes 24 hours. If you don't give me an answer tomorrow, then we will start a war. I don't have much time to accompany you here chattering."

Francesco nodded and glanced at the bodies of his companions on the ground. They were all dead and there was no use taking them back.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said, "Director Victor, can I ask, why do you hate drug dealers so much? Don't you give us any way to survive?"

"We can give you half of the profits!"

"I am a policeman, not Jesus! You have to make a wish and go to the priest."

Which drug dealer should not be killed?

It should all be chug!

"It's not enough to scare them. Drug dealers are like lions. They like to rush up and bite you to death when you seem to be slacking off. But I'm sorry, I'm a hunter. I like to kill him when I see him!" Victor looked at him. After leaving, he narrowed his eyes and said to Casare.

"Will they surrender?" Casare asked.

"When you lose the courage to resist, it will not be easy for you to bring it up again. If he surrenders and arranges them to the dock."

Victor paused, "It will be easier to feed the fish then!"

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