Chapter 132 If you can’t beat me, just join.

Chapter 132 If you can’t beat me, just join.

Rugged mountain road.

A convoy of more than a dozen cars drove along the mountain and around Alao.

The window is open, and a gust of wind blows comfortably.

Victor stretched out his hand with the cigarette still in his mouth, looked at Casare next to him and said with a smile.

"Politics is about a group of people sharing interests at a table. Violence is about overturning the table! Violence is never loyal to politics."

"Do you know why I'm looking for Kwaukmot?"

Casare shook his head.

"I will only talk about politics if I can't beat him. If I can beat him... I'll let him talk about caliber!"

Victor took a puff of cigarette gracefully, then pressed the cigarette butt against the car door, extinguished the tinder and threw it away.

Brothers, don’t bring fire sources up the mountain!

Set fire to the mountain and sit on the bottom of the prison.

"We don't yet have the strength to crack down on Mexican drug traffickers across the country. Carlos will not allow it, and the senior officials in Mexico City will not allow it. Even..." Victor paused, "The CIA will not allow it."

"Whenever we want to destroy all drug dealers, the CIA, which has already collected bribes from drug dealers, will never sit idly by. Perhaps, by then, we will not face an advisory group on the battlefield, but the US military coming down from the front line. Soldier."

The CIA is not just a simple intelligence agency.

Why did the United States invade Panama?

Although Noriega, nicknamed "Pineapple Face", held high the "anti-American" banner, this guy had been a member of the CIA for decades before. After returning from the United States in 1968, he immediately met with his boss and friend Tori Hoth launched an armed coup and established the Panamanian military government that ruled Panama for more than 20 years.

Then…

He saw that Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar was making billions every year, and he was a little jealous. So Noriega contacted the Medellin gang and was willing to help them open up drug trafficking routes and disguise the drugs as goods to transit through Panama. , heading directly to the United States, which is much more efficient than transporting drugs in small planes or using their bodies.

Of course, Noriega's commission is relatively high, but the Colombians adhere to the principle of "small profits but quick turnover" and it is a pleasure to work with Noriega. Noriega earns tens of millions of dollars every year from this business.

You can figure out what role the CIA plays in this using PY.

In fact, the most important thing is...

Many high-level Americans have come out of the CIA, and they are very popular with them.

To Victor, they were behemoths.

He sighed, took out a chocolate from his pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth, "So, we have to find ourselves allies in the United States. The DEA is very good. At least we share his philosophy."

Moreover, he has a grudge against the CIA.

Sometimes it's easy to make enemies. You fight drugs, and the CIA sells drugs. This is a feud. Many two agencies that don't seem to have anything to do with each other can even become allies.

"Bring Quintero to justice as soon as possible."

Can't beat...

What can I do? I can only choose to join first. When the time comes, use the DEA to pin the CIA to the ground and beat it.

Victor is not worried that the other party will not reuse him.

Compared with the CIA, what does the Drug Enforcement Administration have? It's not that it's not strong enough. If it were more brutal, would Camarena have died so miserably?

However, what will happen when the CIA mobilizes drug dealers from all over the world to encircle and suppress it?

The convoy drove for about an hour.

Finally arrived at this destination.

A village called: San Miguel.

As a leader, you have to go to the mountains and go to the countryside...

The most important thing is that Alejandro will launch a "village militia" pilot here. This village is about 90 kilometers away from Mexicali and is stuck at the intersection with Sonora state.

From time to time, some small drug dealers will come to collect "growing fees" because they believe that farmers have used the land they should use to grow DM to grow corn and other cash crops, which is a kind of destruction.

Need to give money.

But the villagers of San Miguel are also tough, and they have had conflicts with them several times. Not everyone in the village is willing to plant DM.

There are about 400 people in this village, who mainly make a living by hunting.

When Victor arrived, there was already a team of EDM players who came up first, and they always wanted to show the boss the place first.

As soon as he got out of the car, the old man who looked older came closer and said, "Welcome Mr. Victor!"

"This is the village chief, Anweil." The secretary introduced softly from the side.

Victor chatted with him very familiarly, with a smile on his face. People who didn't know him thought he was born to laugh.

Most of the roads in the village are dirt roads. You can see children standing timidly not far away, their clothes very dirty, as if their noses were mixed with mud.

There were no shoes on my feet, and my thumbs were cracked.

Victor waved towards him, and the other party responded boldly.

"The child's name is Anivar. His parents were killed in a conflict with drug dealers. He is rescued by the villagers every day." The village chief sighed.

"Anivar, let's go! Go study."

At this moment, a half-year-old girl shouted to the little boy, who nodded and waved goodbye to Victor very sensibly.

"Is there a school here?"

"Yes! There is a teacher, but he is a top student from the National Autonomous University of Mexico."

Victor became interested when he heard this, "Let's go and have a look."

The National Autonomous University of Mexico is the oldest and largest comprehensive university in Mexico and Latin America, and one of the largest institutions of higher learning in the world.

It was founded in 1551.

The village chief led a group of people to the westernmost part of the village, which was a little empty. They saw an earthen house not far away, and could hear the sound of reading loudly.

When you walk into the school, you can even smell the smell of pig shit in the air.

Lying next to the window, I saw 2.30 students sitting below, and a middle-aged teacher standing on the podium, wearing glasses, bent over, and his face looked very tired.

"Students, today we are going to talk about the dangers of drugs. Who knows what the dangers are?"

A student below raised his hand, and the teacher called on him.

"Drugs can make people lose their minds, have no energy, and make people sick."

The teacher smiled and nodded, "Is there more?"

Anivar, the little boy who greeted Victor, stood up. He looked much smaller than his peers. "Drugs will leave me without a parent."

The children's words were very innocent. Even they didn't know what losing meant, but they understood that they could no longer see it.

These words silenced the adults.

The teacher on the podium forced a smile, walked over, patted his head, and opened his mouth, "Your parents have gone to heaven."

"Heaven? Teacher, there should be no drugs there, right?" Anivar asked innocently.

"No, no, it's beautiful over there."

Victor just looked at it and then left, feeling very heavy in his heart.

Drug dealers, drug transporters, and drug manufacturers are all going to die!

There are also those who sympathize with drug dealers.

Kill them all!

The world will be much clearer.

…

Female reporter Leanna L. Carters sat in her chair shaking in fear.

Two men stood next to her and handed her a mobile phone and a piece of paper with many words densely written on it.

"Call Quintero, do what it says."

"I believe the reporter will not break her promise when she says she will cooperate with us, right?"

With trembling hands, Lyanna picked up the paper and scanned it. It was full of sentences that made men angry.

Many of them even express their intention to have sex.

There is no man who doesn't like this.

You told the men that if you say there is a concert, they may not go, but if you say that your aunt is gone, they can drive hundreds of kilometers to get there overnight.

"Will Mr. Vic also give me the 20 million US dollars he promised me?" Lyanna suddenly raised her head and asked.

The two "reporters" from the "Mexico International News Department" looked at each other and nodded at the same time, "Of course! Victor never fails to speak!"

Lyanna nodded, took a deep breath, picked up the phone and called.

Wait for it to connect...

She quickly changed her face to a smile, and she even seemed to be no longer afraid, and she shouted something disgustingly.

"Papá! (Dad)"

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