Chapter 120 Military Advisor? Pepsi?
The police sergeant immediately smiled and pulled the dagger out of the freckled man's eye. The severe pain made the man scream again.
Brave's face was ugly, and his legs were a little weak.
"Who are you? CIA? FBI? DEA?"
"We are just military consultants sought by drug dealers!" Brav came back to his senses and shook his head hurriedly.
The police sergeant stared at him, then suddenly grabbed his clothes and dragged him towards a Humvee.
"What are you going to do! What are you going to do!" Brev shouted in fear.
The other party stuffed his head under the tire of the car and gestured to the police officer in the car. The latter stepped on the accelerator and the engine roared hard.
"I ask again! Who are you!" the police sergeant shouted loudly.
"Consultants, we are just ordinary consultants!"
The police sergeant released the hand holding his head and stood up slowly. Brev gasped for breath. He lay on the ground, his hands were tied behind his back, and he chewed a mouthful of mud directly into his mouth. His chest heaved rapidly.
"Kill that one and keep this one."
"clear!"
Brave was startled when he heard the police's conversation. He turned his head suddenly and saw a police officer pulling out a submachine gun and shooting at the freckled man.
All of them have been sieved by TMD.
The freckled man stared, and turned his head just in time to meet Brave's eyes. He felt chills all over. Do these policemen really kill prisoners? !
The police sergeant glanced at him and said, "It's a good thing that you said you were not an American official. If you said you were, it would be better to deal with it in such an "open and aboveboard" manner. If you are not, then you are a drug dealer.
Deserve to death!
He picked up the communication tool on his shoulder and said, "M4, do you still need support?"
After five minutes of burning, Zolf Sherman rushed into the valley with the police officers and pressed the communication button: "No, keep communicating, over."
"clear!"
White phosphorus bombs can reach temperatures as high as 2,000 degrees in almost an instant. When they rushed in, the ground was blackened and a stench filled the air. The police officers put on gas masks one after another.
"Click"
Zolf Sherman didn't pay attention to his feet. His boots stepped on a corpse. When he looked down, he crushed the opponent's arm.
Is this... carbonized?
His eyes flashed, he quickly raised his head, and led the people towards several unburnt houses. He kicked them open and saw two men hiding inside. When they saw him, they raised their hands and knelt on the ground in horror. He kept saying begging for mercy in slang.
Chuchuchu!
Zolf Sherman pulled the trigger and killed him, "Sorry gentlemen, please speak Spanish."
The police officers raided the remaining forces and took no prisoners.
"Head! Found something here!"
Zolph Sherman hurried over and saw a dozen police officers surrounding a small room with a cellar being pried open. He stuck out his butt and looked down.
Neatly arranged drugs were piled up like a mountain.
"Report to Mr. Victor, Cambra Valley has been annihilated!"
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The capital of Sonora is Hermosillo.
Located in a wealthy area, in a "mansion" worth $700,000.
Elite armed personnel can be seen patrolling back and forth everywhere.
By the pool.
Guzman was sitting under a parasol in his pajamas, drinking orange juice and feeling very comfortable.
"Cousin." Arturo, the eldest of the Beltran Leyva brothers, walked in from the outside and glanced at the bikini girl in the water.
There are many Mexican female stars here.
They are the goddesses of many people on TV, but here, they are just the personal playthings of Guzman, the Sinaloa drug lord!
"Looking at you, I'm afraid the news you gave me is not good news." Guzman turned his head and said with a smile.
He is in a good mood now...
Is there anything more annoying than being beaten several times by Victor?
"Our Cambra Valley plantation was destroyed by Victor's people." Arturo took a deep breath and said.
The smile on Guzman's face froze.
There is really something more annoying, and that is being held down and beaten by Victor!
"Fuck! This bastard, bastard, bastard!" He cursed angrily. The women in the water looked up at him. They didn't know if it was because he was sensitive, but Guzman felt like he was mocking himself.
He immediately went up, took the assault rifle from the bodyguard's hand, pulled the bolt, and fired at them!
"Ahhhhh!"
The women scrambled to get up and ran away, but were all beaten to death. Two of them were lucky enough to get up, but were kicked down by the armed men next to them.
Arturo's eyelids trembled when he saw this scene.
Recently, my cousin's mental illness has become more and more serious, and he has become more and more violent. Even his sons are often scolded by him.
In the swimming pool, more than a dozen corpses were floating, and the blood instantly turned the water red.
Drug dealers are so unscrupulous.
They even dare to be a presidential candidate, so what else can they not dare to do?
Guzman threw the assault rifle into the swimming pool, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "How much was the loss?"
"15 tons of cargo, 2,000 hectares of plantation and more than 1,300 members and their families."
Guzman felt a pain in his heart. The direct loss was at least 6 billion US dollars!
"These are the goods that several gangs in Arizona want. They have paid the deposit." Arturo glanced at the boss's face and said softly.
"Transfer from other places first."
"Find someone to find a way to get this batch of goods back."
Arturo frowned, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy to hold in Victor's hands."
"30 million US dollars! Whoever takes it back, I will give him 30 million."
If you keep throwing money at it, someone will find a way.
From 1985 to 1990, the United States and Mexico conducted dozens of joint anti-drug operations, but where did the drugs go? There is no clear record, and even if there is a record, there is no one to supervise it.
Until around 2000, some righteous reporters revealed that these drugs were "bought back" by drug traffickers, and those directly affiliated with Mexico received a lot of US dollars.
Sometimes looking at it, Mexico is just fantastic!
In other words, because of low wages, more than 90% of the kidnapping cases that occur across the country every year are committed by the police.
"I will contact him." Seeing his cousin like this, Arturo understood that persuasion was of no use. Indeed, the 15 tons of goods were enough to make people feel distressed.
Guzman looked down at the body in the pool and said, "Clean it up!" After saying that, he walked into the house.
Arturo looked at the women and shook his head, "What a pity."
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"Ha ha ha ha!"
Victor's hearty smile could be heard in the Mexicali Security Department office, and Alejandro also had a relaxed look on his face.
"Victor, this time it must have hurt Guzman."
"It hurts? This isn't enough. I feel better after killing them. I want to tell him that where I came from, they have to move back!"
"Find a few more reporters and hold a press conference to display all the drugs and seized guns. Let everyone understand that compared with this corrupt government, I, Victor, can protect them and this country! "Victor knocked on the table.
He almost said, I am the orthodox one.
"Then do our people want to withdraw from the Cambra Valley?" Alejandro asked.
"I plan to send 100 more police officers over and station them there."
The Cambra Valley is a great place. It's stuck on the eastward territory. There is a sea to the west and south of Baja California. There is no need to worry. As long as a hole is contained, it can almost break the soil and seal the feudal lord!
"That's Sonora territory..."
"The drug dealers haven't been wiped out yet. Their local security department is so stupid. I'll clean it for them. They don't dare to do it. I'll do it. I haven't asked them for cleaning fees yet."
"Can I have it?" Alejandro said suddenly.
Victor looked at him and the other party sneered, "If you have money, don't be a fool. I think Sonora State should pay us some protection money!"
"After all, police officers are paid quite a lot for their attendance."
The phone on the table rang suddenly, which rudely interrupted the conversation between the two people. Alejandro picked up the phone and answered it, and saw his expression change slightly.
Then handed the microphone to him, "Raul Salinas, Mr. President's brother."
Afraid that Victor might not know, he added a special explanation.
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