Chapter 138 Reputation is not as good as caliber!
Sinaloa. Leavenworth!
This small town with the reputation of "Dandelion" has about 1,300 people all year round. Because it is far away from the hustle and bustle, life can be considered peaceful.
But a burst of gunfire broke the tranquility!
Then there was an explosion...
A group of armed men are storming the police station.
They drove a pickup truck, with a manual DIY on the front head and a steel plate installed on it, and drove it in towards the door of the police station. After breaking the opening, the gunmen who had been waiting outside for a long time rushed in with cross-cooperation.
Look at the badge on their chest, it says Cartel de Sinaloa (Sinaloa Cartel), and hanging on their left arm: Los Zetas! !
The equipment of this group of people seems to be extremely sophisticated.
All American equipment!
Holding a Colt submachine gun, this gun is 730 mm long and has a caliber of 9 mm. It is commonly used in the US military's anti-drug departments!
Also holding a Mossberg M9200A1 shotgun.
The Sinaloa Cartel's newly formed gunman group!
Guzman is really willing to spend money.
"Grenade! Grenade!"
The gunman at the front leaned against the wall and gestured to his companion behind him. The latter took out a grenade from his combat vest, pulled out the fuse smoothly, and threw it into the corridor with his backhand.
beng!
A stream of ash rushed out, shaking even the mud above his head.
A drug dealer armed with an HK21 machine gun produced by the German company Heckler \u0026 Koch stood at the door and fired inside, putting pressure on the police's firepower!
Bullets were loaded continuously from the drum, and the shells fell to the ground with a bang.
The drug dealer's hands were shaking and his facial muscles were twitching.
"Come on!"
The gunmen stormed the building and the exchange of gunfire ceased after several gunshots were fired.
Within a few minutes, the drug dealer pulled several men out by their heads and pulled them in front of a Rolls-Royce. The window opened, revealing Guzman's face.
"Mr. Mayor, long time no see."
"Haha!" The mayor spat out a thick mouthful of phlegm and stuck it directly to the car.
When Arturo next to him saw this, he kicked him in the head, pulled his head and pressed it hard against the thick phlegm, rubbing it back and forth.
"Father!" A young man who was being suppressed by a drug dealer shouted loudly, "You bastards! Bastards! Drug-trafficking bastards! Mr. Victor will kill you all!"
"Cut his head off, I don't like him!" Guzman's face was sullen, his face was trembling, and he felt sick when he heard the name Victor.
When he heard from an informant that someone in Sinaloa under his rule dared to discuss preparing to surrender to Victor, he was extremely angry and went straight to the door with "Los Zetas".
Mayor?
No matter how long you are!
Anyone who is ready to surrender to Victor will be turned into a dead man.
After hearing Guzman's order, Arturo smiled ferociously, took a knife from the drug dealer's hand, and slashed the young man's neck.
"Long live Mr. Victor! Long live Mexico!" the young man roared, and his head fell off and rolled to the mayor's feet.
Blood spurted out from his neck.
"Ah! Ah!!" the mayor howled miserably, crying heartbrokenly as he looked at the head that was only a dozen centimeters below his feet. The drug dealer pinned him to the ground, and he looked into his son's eyes with red eyes.
He still remembered that his son, who was studying in Mexicali, suddenly came back a month ago. He pulled him excitedly and told him how great Mr. Victor was.
He saved everyone from being threatened by drug dealers.
He gave work to all the poor.
Wherever he stands, there is light.
At that time, the son's eyes were shining, and he said excitedly that he would follow in Mr. Victor's footsteps.
Fight to pull all Mexicans out of the mire!
beng!
There was an explosion in the sky and it suddenly started raining.
"Kill him and hang him from the street lamp in the middle of the town." Guzman said. Just as he was about to close the window, he happened to see a drug dealer filming the video next to him. His expression changed and he said to Arturo, "Put the video on." Played throughout Sinaloa.”
"Tell these untouchables who is the emperor of Sinaloa!!"
Arturo nodded. He could feel his cousin's resentment towards Victor. If it weren't for it being too shocking, he would even kill everyone with that name under the control of the entire Sinaloa drug cartel.
He was scared. The "Battle of Mexicali" was completely Victor's personal performance. The drug dealers were frightened, but they were also very proud. They did not allow their fear or timidity to be seen.
Hold on!
I have no choice but to surrender to Victor?
Will you still hang out in the future?
It is said that the death rate of drug traffickers building roads in Baja California is very high, even higher than when drug cartels merge with each other.
After closing the car window, the white mobile phone next to me started ringing.
Guzman picked up and it was Carlos' secretary Ajit.
Arturo stood outside and saw his cousin sitting inside talking on the phone, with a sinister expression visible to the naked eye.
The boy next to him brought an umbrella and helped him hold it.
"Arturo!"
The car window opened again, Guzman shouted, and the latter hurriedly leaned over.
"You need someone to cooperate with Mexico's National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen) to kill Cuauquemot!"
Such a sentence may sound harmless, but it is filled with the magic of the Latin American political system.
Drug traffickers and state-level intelligence agencies team up to take out a politician.
But Arturo was obviously used to it. Judging from his cousin's expression, he must have received a satisfactory reward.
Isn't it just killing people?
Drug dealers are professionals!
Guzman left. Arturo looked at the mayor and frowned, "Drag him to death with a car and then hang him up."
The mayor was dragged to death with a rope hanging from a street lamp by his neck.
After all the drug dealers were gone, some brave residents came out. When they saw the mayor's body, they all lowered their heads and cried.
The old mayor is usually very kind to them, and will help anyone who encounters difficulties. He even washes other people's cars to support his family.
He would use money to sponsor orphans and elderly people whose relatives had been killed by drug dealers.
It has always had a good reputation locally.
But word of mouth...is not as good as caliber!
When the drug dealer was there, the people didn't dare to resist. Once they left, they ran out to help him collect the body.
The town lost the person who loved it most.
…
"Isn't it just about managing drug dealers? Isn't it very simple?" Victor stood on a solid rock, pointed at the mine in front, and said to Kwaukmot, "As long as you don't treat them as human beings!"
"Don't let them have any rest time. They work 24 hours a day for 19 hours. Give them enough food. If they don't have enough food, they won't have the energy to work."
Quaukmot was shocked when he heard the workload, "Isn't this a sudden death?"
"It's better to catch them after they're dead. Drug dealers are just consumables. Why do you treat them as human beings? Who asked them to sell drugs? They lived so freely before, but now I make them live in pain!"
"It's rolling! It's rolling! Be careful!"
Suddenly there was an exclamation, and Kwaukemot hurried over, and saw a rock collapse, crushing many drug dealers, and many people had no time to run.
The police officer who was watching over came over and saw that several people were crushed on the ground and were already hopeless. One of the drug dealers had a broken foot, which was bent at 90 degrees. When he saw a police officer approaching, his pupils shrank and he shook his head vigorously. Struggling on the ground, he stretched out his hands towards the drug dealers around him, "I can still work, I can still work!"
"Pull me! Pull me."
"Blake, pull me! Mulder Blake!" He reached out to a companion from the same drug trafficking organization. The two had a good relationship before they were caught.
Go to the red light district together and find the same girl together.
The other party glanced at him, a little hesitant, but when he saw the police approaching, he hurriedly hid aside.
The police officer came over and looked at the injured leg, frowned, "Can't work anymore."
"No, no, no! I can still work, I can still work..."
Before he could finish speaking, the policeman pulled out his gun and shot him dead!
Quaukmot was startled when he heard the gunfire, and looked at Victor with his mouth half open, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth as he was addicted to smoking.
"If he's injured, he can't work. He has to see a doctor. It's a waste of money. He'll be beaten to death."
"They... don't have any objections?" Kwaukmot held back his words for a long time.
"Of course, just kill a few of them."
Victor grinned, "My favorite thing is the spiked head."
Quaukmot nodded and saw the police officers dragging the body away. There were still a bunch of blood stains on the ground.
With this kind of treatment of drug dealers, no wonder no one in Mexicali dares to sell drugs.
Victor lowered his head and looked down the road, then stepped off the stone, "I plan to recover all of Baja California after a while!"
Yes, he used the word recapture.
In Victor's view, drug dealers are the enemy and this is a war.
"I need many, many drug dealers, and I plan to build a highway from Baja California to Oaxaca, the southernmost state of Mexico, to open up the transportation dilemma between the north and the south."
"By then, the throughput of Baja California ports will definitely increase several times, and it will be easier for goods from Panama, Guatemala and other places to enter Mexico."
"At the very least, hundreds of thousands of jobs can be created, which will also make ordinary people wealthy."
"In addition to highways, we also need our own railways and our own industries. Mexicans have been suffering for too long."
Quaukmot was shocked when he heard Victor's grand plan.
There are serious conflicts in Mexico, and the economic conditions of each state are different. Highways across the country are simply "a fantasy."
"This is going to take a long time," Quaukmot murmured.
"Of course, I have a long time. I'm still young. Even if I die, Santos and the others, generation after generation, will always be able to fulfill our dreams."
"I'm afraid there are some who won't allow Mexico to rise."
Victor smiled, "If you give up your efforts because the other party doesn't allow it, isn't that a kind of cowardice in itself?"
If the Americans are strong and they give up on development, then what else is there to do? Just lie down. How many heroes in the world came from the bottom?
They looked at the person on the throne. Did they think about giving up at that time?
Those who give up are not called heroes!
As you slowly climb up, gritting your teeth, you will sooner or later stand in front of the throne and beat the opponent's disdainful look away!
Be a hero if you persevere!
Do you think macho is just a title?
If you don't accept it, do it, and you will die.
Victor looked at Quaukmot with burning eyes, "Of course, kill the drug dealers who disturb the peace first!"
The war on drugs is a war in itself.
Quaukmot nodded vigorously.
He seemed to see his father's figure in Victor. The thin shoulders stood in front of the army. He liberated Mexico. He shouted to his people, "Mexicans are no longer slaves!"
He was known as: "The Aztec Eagle!"
Will Victor be next?
"Director, there is news from Sinaloa..."
Just when the two men were "affectionate", a man walked out from behind. He was the reporter of the Mexican International News Department-Jason Bourne!
A man who didn't look handsome or attractive, but his eyes were as plain as water.
Ethan Hunt is the director, he is the talker, there is no conflict.
He was more like a shadow standing beside Victor, protecting him.
"I think I should be busy with some work matters." Victor looked at Quaukmot and said with a smile.
…
Culiacan, the capital of the state of Sinaloa!
A group of drug dealers rushed into a large local supermarket. The security guard rushed to run away, but was beaten to death by the drug dealers from behind!
People who heard the gunshots ran away in fear.
But the drug dealers closed the rolling shutter door and pointed weapons at them!
The drug dealer leader broke into the manager's office. He was so frightened that the manager raised his hands and shouted, "Don't shoot, our protection fee for this month has already been paid."
"Don't worry, sir, we're just letting you show a video and we won't hurt any customers, but...if you don't cooperate, I'll put a grenade in your mouth!"
The manager had no choice but to do as he was told.
Arturo's face suddenly appeared on the large supermarket screen hanging there.
"Gentlemen and ladies, I'm very sorry to interrupt your time. I just want you to watch a video."
All the customers raised their heads and saw on the screen that a group of armed men rushed into the police station and pulled out a few men. Listening to their conversation, it seemed that there was still a mayor inside.
"Cut off his head, I don't like him!" A male voice said coldly outside the camera, and then Arturo raised his knife and chopped off a man's head."
"ah!"
Many female customers exclaimed, hurriedly lowering their heads and not daring to look further, and hurriedly leaned into their husbands' arms.
Later in the video, the mayor was dragged to death by a pickup truck and hung from a street lamp, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining on him.
The body swayed slowly.
The footage also stopped abruptly at this time.
"This is the mayor of Leavenworth. He intends to betray Mr. Guzman. This is a sign of stupidity. Mr. Guzman reminds everyone that Mexico belongs to Sinaloa! It belongs to Guzman!"
After the drug leader saw the video playing, he slapped the manager in the face with his gun and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation!"
When I left, I didn’t forget to take a pack of cigarettes with me.
The manager sat slumped, covered in sweat, and wiped his forehead.
Shopping malls and supermarkets are not the only spots. Drug traffickers rushed into TV stations, government agencies and even schools, and played this short video on a loop in states controlled by the Sinaloa Cartel.
Everyone was frightened by Guzman's methods.
A Canadian reporter even said in a program that night that this was an inhuman act and called Guzman a devil.
Then…
He was shot 17 times on his way home.
That was in Canada.
This shows the arrogance of the Sinaloa drug cartel.
Mexicali.Security Department.
Victor, Casare, Alejandro and others all watched this short film and felt deafening when they saw the young man's shouts before his death!
They looked towards the boss.
Victor's expression was very solemn, "Our comrade died."
"But his death cannot be in vain!"
"Pick a random Guzman son and kill him!!"
Jason Bourne made a note on the side, and the God of Death had already started to mark it, and it depends on which son is unlucky.
"Gentlemen, we have to speed up. Mexico is wailing everywhere. We have to save them. I propose that starting from today, all male citizens over the age of 18 in Mexicali, Ensenada City, and Guadalupe Island will Military training is conducted 6 days a month, and no organization is allowed to hinder it.”
"And everyone is given a salary subsidy of $6 a day."
All the people are soldiers! ?
This suggestion scared Alejandro to the point of stuttering, "This..."
"Don't worry, I gave this plan a name: Physical Fitness Movement to encourage young people to keep fit. Is it wrong?"
No matter what is given the title of "high-ranking", it is legal.
At worst, it can be called military training.
If the bosses in Mexico City don’t agree, what can they do?
When Alejandro saw Victor saying this, he also understood that it was useless for him to advocate anything, so he kept his mouth shut obediently.
"Our propaganda department is going to build momentum for Mr. Cuauquemot, and when he returns to Mexico City, he will impeach Carlos. By then I will see slogans for Carlos to step down everywhere!"
"Including the entrance to the Presidential Palace."
"This requires a lot of money." Casare said frankly.
"Don't feel bad, we can get more in the future."
"Behind Carlos is the Aragon family. They control the entire Mexican television station and newspapers. It will be difficult to bypass them." Alejandro said softly.
If you want to kill your opponent, you have to understand who is standing behind him?
Listening to the surname Aragon, you can understand their past glory, or they may also have connections with Spain. Rumor has it that the royal family controls the property of Mexico through this family.
It's like the British gave up many colonies, but supported local puppets as their own bosses.
Mexico was once a Spanish colony.
Victor narrowed his eyes, "They are not idiots. Seeing that Carlos is about to collapse, they may have been eager to find a new partner now. Maybe, it won't be long before we can become comrades in the trenches."
Isn't that how the family is, I will follow whoever has the biggest fist.
Their ability to remain standing depends entirely on their ability to see.
"Mr. Kwaukemot is our most important flag!"
At this time, in a heavily guarded mansion.
This is where Victor gave the Kwaukemot family a place to stay.
"Do you want to hear a bedtime story?" He looked at his son McClure on the bed, touched his forehead and said with a smile.
“I want to hear ‘Hero Victor’!”
Quaukmot was startled and looked at his wife holding a book next to him, "Is this a new story?"
"This is what Santos told me." McClure jumped out of bed in his pajamas, his eyes shining. "Santos said that Mr. Victor was the hero who saved Mexico. He defeated the drug traffickers entrenched in Guadalupe Island!"
"He threw those drug dealers overboard to feed the sharks."
"He hung those on the bridge, pointed at the drug dealers and said to the people, what will happen to the drug dealers!"
“They were singing his song!”
McClure waved his hands and shouted, "Hi! Mr. Victor!"
Kwaukmot's scalp was numb. He looked at his wife, hugged McClure, and asked with a serious expression, "Do you really think he did the right thing?"
He felt a strong cult of personality.
This may be attributed to "charm", but it is also beyond "charm"!
"I asked Santos too."
"How did he answer?"
"He said that we don't have to be bullied by drug dealers, we have our own house, we can be active at night, we can enjoy our own happiness, Mr. Victor is right!" McClure imitated Santos' words.
"Father, isn't that what you hope for?" McClure looked at him curiously and asked.
Quaukmot raised his head and sighed.
Mexico…
Here comes the real hunk!
PS: Today’s chapter is a big chapter. Let’s look at the title and it’s divided into four chapters. The main chapter is about the plot. Don’t be timid. Occasionally it’s 5,000 words at a time.
Today is also 10,000 words!