Chapter 100 The only Mexican heroes are Victor and El Menjol!

Chapter 100 The only Mexican heroes are Victor and El Menjol!

Guadalajara, Jalisco.

A seaside countryside.

You can smell the fishy smell in the air, you can see densely packed salted fish hanging outside, and some people dressed as farmers are walking back and forth.

This is the stronghold of Jalisco’s new generation.

El Mencho was indeed the drug lord who was later hailed by Americans as "the most brutal, cunning and organized". In just three months, he managed to pull together a team of no less than 300 people, and Understand the importance of weapons.

The drug dealers under his command are all equipped with AK74 assault rifles and skull masks. They are also equipped with RPK machine guns, RPG rocket launchers, Dragunov SVD sniper rifles, and even armored vehicles.

And these personnel are not scrap metal.

Most of them even served in the Mexican army.

Of course, the name and money of the Gulf Group were used at the beginning, but El Mencho was more generous. He was not stingy and paid the drug dealers regular salaries and bonuses. Everyone admired him.

After hanging up Abrego's phone, Elmenjo let out a sigh of relief, "We will do it ourselves from now on and make more money!"

The younger brothers cheered.

Very excited.

How can it be more comfortable to be the boss of the Gulf Group than to be the boss?

"Find someone to contact Juarez and Sinaloa. We can help them transport the goods to the United States. I dare to take the road that others dare not take. The reward is one-third of each shipment."

There are no plantations now, so we can only outsource them first.

But El Mencho believes that his drug empire must be monopolized from the source.

"Brother, have you really decided to break away from the Gulf?" El Mencho's brother hesitated and asked.

"Abrego is a short-sighted villain, Guzmán is a cunning and cunning person who lacks a sense of the overall situation, the Michoacan family is a waste, and the idiots in Tijuana are gone. I think there are only two characters in the entire Mexico. "

El Mencho raised two fingers, "One is Victor, and the other is me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck down, startling his brother. He shrank his neck hard, looked out the window, and swallowed.

The suspicion of eldest brother's pretense is too serious.

"The landscape of Mexico will change because of the two of us."

El Mencho's eyes revealed ambition.

…

"Go up and suppress the drug dealers?"

"No problem at all."

Victor acted very indifferently, watching Alejandro rub his fingers, and said with a smile, "But don't you want to express it?"

"this…"

"The man in Mexico City doesn't do anything, and just tells us to fight to death and survive? That's no problem. After all, I am a policeman, but my brothers have to eat, and my weapons and equipment have to be updated and purchased. I can't do anything. Are you going to let us take care of you?"

"It's hard to get things done without money!"

Alejandro frowned, of course he knew what Victor meant by this, it was nothing more than raising the price!

warlord!

This fucking guy is a warlord!

"Give me 200 million US dollars..." As soon as Victor finished speaking, Alejandro shook his head, "It will be more difficult for you to get money from their pockets than to grab bones from a dog's mouth."

"Then give me a police rank. I also want the command authority of a nationwide independent anti-drug force, allowing me to recruit and organize special anti-drug operations across the country."

After all, EDM has too few people, and the Violent Terrorist Mobile Team (EDTV) is not entirely subordinate to him.

If there could be an anti-drug force directly under one's own control, where EDM members could serve as officers, and then use financial resources and faith to recruit a group of people from the Marine Corps, wouldn't this be like little warlords?

Now with just these people, if you want to merge with hundreds of thousands or even millions of drug dealers, it means that their organization and discipline are not good. If it were replaced with the kind of scheduling of drug dealers around 2010, Victor would have been chopped into pieces by now. Meat sauce.

Drug dealers at that time...

When the U.S. military came to fight drugs, they were all disgraced.

Several helicopters were taken down.

"This... is also difficult." Alejandro grimaced.

"It's difficult, then let the men in Mexico City fight the war by themselves. These are my conditions. As long as they agree, I will take my people to merge with the Gulf Group tomorrow!"

"If you don't agree..."

Victor narrowed his eyes, "I'm sorry, the drug dealers in Guadalupe Island haven't been wiped out yet!"

He didn't want to talk nonsense and stood up directly, "I hope you can give me an answer as soon as possible. I'm leaving first. Today, Sunday, I have to baptize my godson!"

Victor has to create more benefit value for himself within the rules.

Otherwise, the gentlemen in Mexico City will think that they are still the ordinary little policemen who scold and scold them all the time.

In the office, Alejandro was left scratching his head.

"Boss, will they agree to this condition?" Casare looked at him and asked.

"why not?"

"The drug traffickers were eroding their power over the country, and I was not, and to a certain extent what I was doing was also putting a gloss on their faces."

After all, drug control is the most just cause in the world!

No matter you are a high-ranking official or a famous person, if you have any problem with drug abuse, your personality will definitely collapse.

It’s not conducive to progress!

Things that cannot be seen in the light are always dirty things in the sewer!

Victor boarded the helicopter and flew toward Guadalupe Island.

Today is the day for Santos' baptism.

I had promised to be his godfather, so of course I couldn't break the promise.

Notre Dame de Guadalupe.

This is the place where drugs were previously found to be hidden.

It's reopened here.

With the approval of Archduke Victor, God allowed rebirth here!

Behind the church, there were people standing beside an artificially dug stream. Santos clenched his fists nervously.

"Don't worry, Mr. Victor promises you and he will come." Vallentina touched her son's head and said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar of cheers.

A convoy of more than a dozen vehicles came from afar. When they stopped at the door of the church, more than 20 heavily armed EDM police officers got out of the Humvee.

A little bit like a big boss.

Kennedy followed him every step of the way and could stop bullets when necessary. Judging from the bulge in his waist, he also had a lot of stuff going on.

Victor smiled and waved to the crowd.

This group of people raised their hands in response.

On the small island of Guadalupe, it may not be long before Victor's head will be hung.

What the people want!

"Sorry, I'm late!" Victor touched Santos' face, and the latter's eyes gleamed with excitement. He raised his head and looked at Valentina, smiled and stretched out his hand, "First time meeting, Ms. Valentina."

The other party was also very happy. As a mother, she was very direct. Being Victor's godson meant that Santos didn't have to worry about his future.

At least there are noble people to support you.

In the eyes of Valentina, the other party is a noble person.

"Let's begin." Victor said, looking at the priest.

The new priest next to him nodded quickly. He had heard that this man had a bad temper. It was said that the previous priest was beaten to a pulp by him.

Santos lay quietly on the small river. This river was specially marked as not sea water, otherwise even the sea water nearby would not be purified by Satan.

Victor held him with both hands and followed the priest's prayer word for word.

Under the scorching sun.

It seems as if more than a thousand years ago, on the east bank of the Jordan River, a figure destined to be written into history was being baptized by John.

"It's done," the priest said softly.

But Victor pressed Santos' forehead and added, "God and I bless you!"

The priest's eyes widened suddenly.

NMD!

There is no such line in the lines, ouch!

He wanted to stand up and give Victor a slap in the face to defend the sanctity of his profession, but he glanced and saw that the strong men next to him looked a bit fierce, so he could only shrink his head and remain silent.

The priest doesn't want to go see God right now.

He hasn't had enough yet.

Caliber can shut oneself up.

When Santos was helped up, the other person's head was wet and asked, "Mr. Victor, have you been baptized?"

Victor smiled and said, "Jesus has died and no one has baptized me."

Priest: GNM!

Turn around and walk away, out of sight and out of mind.

I can't do anything if I stay here, but I don't dare to say anything.

Sooner or later you have to go join liberation theology!

Holding incense in the left hand and holding a gun in the right hand, they should be used to burn incense and burn incense, and they should be used to fire guns!

After Santos' baptism, Victor did not leave. He witnessed the baptism of more than hundreds of remaining children and blessed them.

Standing on the baptismal platform, he said, "Children are the hope of Guadalupe and the beginning of the struggle. Please allow me to call you sir and madam. From today on, you must fight like adults." "

"Long live the ideal!"

The people below cheered.

But suddenly someone shouted, "Long live Mr. Victor!"

The style of painting gradually became authoritarian.

The priest hiding aside was old and his mouth was trembling.

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