Chapter 110 Los Zetas!
Zambadana's negative rant before his death was broadcast on television throughout Mexico.
At least more than 30 million people watched this "luxurious" program.
When the 120mm M1981 self-propelled cannon exploded, the decibels in Mexico dropped by at least 50%, and everyone fell silent.
Shoot!
This is unprecedented in modern history.
One shot directly knocked out the "courage" of many people in Mexico.
From now on, when people from Sinaloa come to visit the grave, they can just find a random place in Mexico to place two sticks of incense. Anyway, Zambada is everywhere.
Guzman looked at the huge crater on the TV. The camera showed it several times. With this amount of ammunition, no blood could be seen.
"Let people come back!"
He leaned back on the sofa and said, "Tell our people to evacuate Mexicali."
"Cousin, we have been fighting the Gulf and Juarez for so long, are we going to leave just now?" Carlos, the third of Beltran Leyva's four brothers, said a little unwillingly.
With such a large area and such a good geographical environment, it would be a pity not to use it for drug smuggling.
At the very least, it can earn more than one billion U.S. dollars every year.
"If we don't leave, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave again." Guzman sighed. He is not a person who is very used to giving up. People who have met him have commented on him: he talks little, is silent, and has fierce eyes.
How could an outlaw among outlaws say let go so easily?
Just really can't beat it.
You can beat me, are you still here beeping?
The boss Arturo pondered for a moment, "What should I do with the Zambada brothers?"
"Sell it to the Mexican government, Victor and the others will take care of it for us."
Guzman is such a person. When he can't defeat others, he relies on betrayal. Later Los Zetas was killed by his trick.
"Victor, this crazy dog, shouldn't we all make money together if we have money? Combat drugs? Combat TMDB drugs, can he sweep off a plate as big as Mexico? I think he is definitely the product of an incest marriage, his brain is so funny! " Hector, the most incompetent of the four brothers, cursed.
If Uncle Victor listens to these words.
Do you think he would give him a chance to be reincarnated?
Guzman glanced at Hector. Guzman had never thought highly of him because he was really incompetent. He drank too much, played with women, and messed up several times. If he hadn't had a strong relationship, he would have been special. So let Parma sink to Jiang.
But this kind of incompetent person turned out to be the last and longest living among the four brothers.
Guzman looked at his security director, Arturo, whom he trusted most at the moment, and stared at him, "I want you to do something now!"
"You said it." Arturo lowered his head, feeling a natural belief in his cousin since childhood.
Guzman grabbed him by the neck and said, "Go and recruit some special forces from the Mexican government army. You are responsible for forming a new gunman group called: Los Zetas!"
jump!
A thunder.
The weather suddenly changed outside, and heavy rain fell instantly.
It’s a mess, it’s a complete mess!
Los Zetas are out?
And it still belongs to Sinaloa?
Victor, the butterfly, directly instigated quite a turning point.
Is this Arturo related to Arturo Desena, the man who actually founded Los Zetas, except for his name?
But El Mencho has come out, what else can’t come out?
The world is a huge grassroots team.
Everyone was dancing on it.
But then, what will the violent group of gunmen in the Gulf Group be called in the future?
"I want something really violent!"
"I will give you any support. Money and weapons are not a problem. What I want is a gunman who can change the situation in Mexico. Do you have confidence?"
Arturo looked into his cousin's eyes and nodded vigorously, "Leave it to me."
Guzman patted his face and stood up, "Okay, brothers, let's go, clean this place and give it to Mr. Victor!"
The real pattern of Mexico is coming!
A group of people quickly packed up and left. Arturo threw two grenades inside as he left.
This mansion was blown up into a mess.
This kind of scene happened in several other places. The boss must be discerning and understand that there is no way to save the place and he can only give up this place.
Only the low-level drug dealers on the streets are left running for their lives.
Victor adheres to the principle of taking your life when you are weak.
Directly order the attack!
Team up to raid drug dealers.
"Recruit" Giancarlos followed the captain and a group of 17 people into a residential area to search. This place... was simply in chaos.
The smell of urine was everywhere.
"Mierda! (Fuck!)" A teammate who was leaning against the wall on the left suddenly shouted. Giancarlos was startled and quickly pointed the gun at him. He saw the other teammate rubbing his shoes against the wall hard. With.
"Someone is defecating everywhere." He looked constipated.
"Hey, Hound, are you hungry?" a teammate joked.
Captain "Tank" said with a dark face, "Okay, don't make trouble..."
Just as Giancarlos was breathing a sigh of relief, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a gunpoint pointing out from the second floor above his head. He quickly pulled his teammates away and said, "Be careful!"
Chug tug tug…
The bullet hit his body armor.
The captain reacted quickly, raised his gun and pointed it at the second floor. He grabbed Giancarlos' clothes and dragged him behind the corner bunker.
"Are you okay?"
Giancarlos gasped for air and his face turned red. This was interrupted by the shock wave of the bullet. He touched his body and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
In order not to pay high pensions, Victor was very generous to his direct police officers and equipped them with level IV bulletproof vests that could protect against 7.62 mm bullets. Of course, that's another story.
"The ribs are broken." The captain put his hand into his clothes, touched his bones, and frowned, "Hounds and ants, you take him and evacuate."
"The others are divided into three groups and continue searching!"
"clear!"
Giancarlos also obeyed. His ribs were broken, but he still stayed on the battlefield. Isn’t this a hindrance?
The captain led four EDM members in a battle formation and rushed up the stairs. He stood at the door and gestured with three fingers. When he counted to one, a member of the team next to him kicked the door open.
"EDM!"
The captain yelled and rushed in. He saw that there was no one in the living room, and in the kitchen next to him was a man who had been shot dead. He walked over, kicked the weapon on the ground away, and then pointed it at the man's head. One more shot.
This is reassuring.
Boom
At this time, there was a sudden sound in the house.
Several people raised their guns and slowly approached. The captain took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The team member behind him picked up a shotgun and planned to spray it.
"ah!!"
But who knew that when the door opened, it was a woman wearing a bikini?
good body.
Yeah, good figure!
This woman can naturally bring BUFF to others, which lowers everyone's guard.
"Madam, madam, don't worry, you're fine..." The team member wanted to pat him comfortingly, but the captain raised his eyes and said, "Be careful!"
Kick the team member away and empty the magazine directly at the bikini woman!
Two more shots are needed on 0XX0 because the force-bearing area is large.
The woman fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and held a remote control in her hand.
The team member who was kicked down became angry and shot the woman in the head again with a shotgun.
He swore that he was definitely not seeking revenge.
The director has already said: To be a good person, you need to cultivate your moral character!
"Next room."
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All of Mexicali was in chaos.
The drug dealers who were dispersed began to flee for their lives in a panic, ran into innocent people's homes, and shot at the people inside indiscriminately.
a city…
It was actually bloodier than the battlefield.
To deal with this, Victor repeatedly shouted on loudspeakers throughout the city: Put down your weapons and surrender, the Guadalupe Island Police Department guarantees your safety!
There are die-hards, and naturally there are those who are really beaten to tears.
They surrendered one after another.
From morning to 4 p.m., a total of more than 600 people surrendered.
There are also most people who really can't be caught. There are too many people in Mexicali. Once the drug dealers get in here, even Victor's number of people won't be enough to fill the gaps in the slums.
Mexicali is about 2 kilometers away from the city center.
This is used as a temporary prison, and drug dealers are detained here.
They squatted on the ground, holding their heads and looking at each other, with fear in their eyes.
"When...can we leave?" A young drug dealer squatted on tiptoes and asked his companion next to him, his eyes filled with tears. He was scared.
He just took $300 from the drug dealer.
The companion whispered, "Quickly, anyway, we are just helping drug dealers. If there is any problem, there can be no problem."
"Fuego!!"
"Fuego!!"
Fire!
Before the group could react, they saw the machine gun mounted on the wall firing suddenly.
Drug dealer!
Divide it once or twice?
If caught, kill them.
"Kill! Kill!!" There was an old man hiding behind, an old drug dealer who saw something was wrong and turned around to run away. Then he saw an iron pipe sticking out from the side, and then...breathing fire!
He sprayed it directly at the drug dealer, and it immediately started to burn. The drug dealer screamed, and then crashed into the crowd. In an instant, many people followed him and started to burn.
"Woo! Woo!"
The military dog smelled the smell in the air, stirred, and bared its teeth. Drool could still be seen on the teeth, and its claws scratched restlessly on the ground.
Victor had never had a tradition of keeping drug dealers overnight.
The sound of gunfire gradually decreased until around 9 p.m.
Mexicali City Hall.
There are busy people everywhere.
Victor did not touch the low-level civil servants at all, otherwise who would do the work?
Seeing them "full of energy" fully illustrates the truth. It's not that he is useless, but that the people above him are incompetent.
Fortunately, Rafael Marquez died in the toilet, otherwise we wouldn't know how to execute them.
"Boss, this is a rough casualty report. We will have to wait until tomorrow to complete the statistics of the materials we seized." Casare handed the tallied list to Victor and yawned.
"I've been working hard lately." Victor looked at him and said.
"Thank you, boss. Your affirmation is my biggest motivation. I will continue to work hard."
He was born in the wrong country, otherwise this kind of emotional intelligence would definitely have a lot to offer.
Victor smiled, opened the report, and raised his eyebrows.
It reads: 41 people from the EDTV team died, 17 people from the Guadalupe Island Police Department died (died during the urban security battle), and 2,174 drug dealers were killed (excluding prisoners).
Including drug dealers, the total number is close to 2,800.
Victor closed the report and shook the cigarette case. The cigarette was gone. Casare took out his own cigarette and lit it for him.
It's okay if you don't smoke, but you have to keep it ready at all times, and it has to be the same as your boss's cigarettes. Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing if your boss doesn't smoke?
Victor blew out the smoke, and they were the only two left in the office.
"Casare, Mexicali is ours!"
“Baja California is opening its legs to welcome us!”
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