Chapter 143 Victor has mental problems.
Chapter 143 Victor...has mental problems.
CIA agents are very arrogant!
Their record is really awesome.
The last scene of Chilean doctor Allende holding an AK47 against the rebels will always be a classic.
Sankara, a country of righteous people, rose like the darling of the times and brought [Burkina Faso] to a bright position, but he also fell like a meteor.
Through many cases, we can actually see that the CIA likes to use "interests" to buy cronies around target people, and then stab them in the back.
But this move...
I'm afraid it's a bit difficult for Victor.
Not to mention that the Mexican International Information Department is secretly all agents who are 100% loyal to him. Even now, Victor does not allow people including Casare and Alejandro to control "military power."
Without soldiers, how do you want to kill me?
At most, they would support drug dealers or the "anti-Victor criminal alliance."
After all, Mexico is still a sovereign country, and you, a CIA agent, came to this country's territory to threaten a "real person" with "character flaws", you damn...
beng…
Victor kicked over the garbage lying next to him, picked up the ashtray and smashed it over.
As an agent, Tulio Walters' reaction speed was unparalleled, and he hid in a panic, but Victor made a series of moves, grabbed the coffee table and swung it.
kuang—wipe!
Hit the opponent's head hard.
Victor grabbed Tulio Walters' hair and pressed his knee on his ribs, "CNM! Threaten me? I have a mental problem, and you threaten me?"
He picked up the ashtray on the ground and smashed it down on his teeth, breaking all the front teeth.
Tulio Walters was so painful that he almost fainted.
Jonathan Parnell of the DEA was stunned when he saw this scene, and he was even a little confused.
Was someone from the CIA beaten up in front of him?
this…
He looked around, his scalp numbed, and he saw the bodyguards in the room looking at him with warning eyes.
When Victor was tired of smashing it, he threw the ashtray on the ground. There was blood on it.
Just at this time, B2 and the others dragged Quintero in. Seeing the scene in front of them, they all looked at each other.
Victor stretched out his finger, and Casare hurriedly lit the cigarette for him, took a puff, and looked at Jonathan Panier, "Sorry, I'm under a lot of mental pressure."
"Please don't get me wrong, I am not against the United States, but Tulio Walters was involved in the murder of Camarena by the leader of the drug cartel."
"Quintero can testify."
Victor walked over and pulled up Quintero's hair, "Was he at the scene when you killed Camarena?"
Quintero's eyes were all blue and blue. He looked at Tulio Walters on the ground and shook his head.
"Then add him!" Victor said directly, turning to look at the bald Jonatan and spreading his hands, "It's just a matter of convenience."
"Aren't you DEA unhappy with the CIA anyway? Don't you want to kill him?"
"Mr. Jonatan, CIA agents who die overseas are worthless, but if your commander knows that you pried the fact that the CIA killed Camarena from Quintero, maybe you can help the president with him." Get more.”
"In the cause of anti-drugs, we are a united front. In many aspects, the US government will not give you much support, but as long as it is a drug dealer, my police officers and I are very willing to cooperate. Your DEA needs to have its own overseas Armed Forces.”
Victor simply said that it was too tiring to drive around.
Jonathan Panier was immediately moved when he heard this.
In fact, the internal efficiency of the DEA is very low. Many times when you call in a report, the drug dealer has sold out all the drugs and has not yet received support. This makes Jonathan Panier, who always pays attention to efficiency, very dissatisfied.
He came to fight drugs, but no informant dared to cooperate with them. Even if they were dispatched after receiving the news, the building would be empty long ago.
Above all he was happy to see Tulio Walters deflated.
There are too many overseas conflicts between DEA and CIA...
There was even a confrontation between two groups of people from both sides.
If it’s more straightforward, it’s white people who yearn for the bright future vs. black people who traffic in drugs but have backgrounds.
Both sides want to kill the other.
Jonathan Panier and Camarena were comrades in the same army, and later entered the DEA together. After the latter was persecuted, he took the initiative to apply to work in Mexico.
The Mexican government "let go" Quintero, which bothered him. He even heard that the Sinaloa court was preparing to acquit him. This incident made Jonatan Panier very angry, but More helpless.
If we cooperate with Victor...
You can use his armed force to fight against drug dealers! !
CIA?
To hell with them.
Others are afraid of him, but the DEA is not.
"After the Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration is established, we will provide the DEA with annual financial support of 10 million US dollars, and hope to work with your department to carry out anti-drug work in Latin America and even the world."
Jonathan Panier's eyes even shone when he heard this.
Hold!
The DEA has to make a report every time it buys a pen. The funds given by the lords in Congress are completely limited. The department has called for higher pay more than once, but the money has been used for intelligence agencies such as the CIA.
10 million is enough for DEA members to live a good life.
Jonathan Panier was a smart man. He looked at Quintero and then at Tulio Walters on the ground, "Mr. Victor, my dear CIA comrade was killed by drug traffickers in Mexico!"
This directly confused Victor.
Good guy, are you better at playing than me?
According to a 2009 declassification by the United States, when Camarena died in 1985, a document had actually been transferred to the DEA, and he discovered that the CIA was involved in drug trafficking.
Just when the DEA bosses wanted to call him back to the country to ensure his safety, something happened.
This incident even aroused dissatisfaction among many retired Drug Enforcement Administration police officers, who called for an investigation of the CIA on the street. However, the CIA at that time had become bigger and stronger, and it did not even pay attention to Congress.
Victor looked at him, MD, the bald man must have lost his hair because of his bad intentions.
"Quintero armed and killed a CIA officer!"
"Okay!" Jonathan Panier nodded.
Jason Bourne glanced at the boss, saw him nodding slightly, took Quintero's hand, put the gun into his hand, held his hand, pointed it at the agent on the ground, and fired three shots .
All hit the mark!
"Just cut off his tongue when the time comes, and leave the rest to me." Jonathan said easily, obviously he usually did the same to drug dealers.
With a smile on his face, Victor said, "Let's have a nice chat in another place, Mr. Jonathan, the smell of blood here is too strong."
"I'm very happy. I also want to learn from you about anti-drug concepts."
The two of them were just hanging on each other's backs.
It is too normal for a CIA to die overseas, and coming to Mexico to do intelligence is inherently dangerous.
Pablo was very crazy in the last two years. He paid $50,000 to kill a CIA agent. At that time, American intelligence agents in Colombia were like dogs.
In the next office, Jonatan and Victor had been secretly spying for more than four hours, making several agreements.
1. Quintero was handed over to the DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration)
2. Victor provides an annual sponsorship of US$10 million, including an additional US$1 million for the Mexican branch.
3. The DEA can request cooperation from the California Security Department in anti-drug operations, and Victor has the right to refuse.
4. DEA recognized Victor as an overseas employee of its organization.
5. The DEA is responsible for helping Victor solve the trouble caused by the CIA!
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These are all verbal agreements and cannot be written into any contract. They are shady transactions.
Victor doesn't need much help from the DEA, as long as he is not labeled as a terrorist organization.
What the CIA likes to do most is to put trumped-up charges on other people's heads.
Other supporting overseas organizations?
See you on the battlefield!
After the two reached a cooperation, Victor specially asked someone to get red wine and picked up the glass, "Mr. Jonathan, maybe it won't be long before the great anti-drug cause will be completed in Mexico!"
"I'm looking forward to that day and Camarena is looking forward to that day."
"Here's to our great cause!"
"To our fallen comrades."
Bang
The two clinked their glasses and drank in one gulp.
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San Luis Potosi, a motel.
Cuauquemot smoked a cigarette and looked quietly at the man sitting in front of him, Honatan Aragon, the silver-haired spokesman for the Mexican News Group, in a white suit.
"I remember you don't smoke." Honatan said.
"Proper smoking is also a kind of indulgence."
Quaukmot said with a smile, stuffing half of the cigarette into the ashtray, "I never thought you would really come."
"I don't want you to fall into an abyss that you can't get out of. We are friends."
"Are you so sure I can't defeat Carlos?"
Honatan Aragon's eyes flashed, he stood up and looked through the window to see the patrolling police officers below, "Just rely on them? Victor's people?"
"Isn't it enough? Do you think Carlos will have a chance when my political background is combined with his armed forces? I will announce the establishment of a new political party in the Plaza de San Luis Potosi!"
Honatan Aragon frowned when he heard this. When he received the call from the other party, he told him that he had a very important matter and wanted to meet him to discuss it.
It's been a long time since I've seen Cuauquemot so cautious. He came to the meeting in a helicopter. Honatan was very well-informed. He already knew that the other party had gone to Baja California. He even knew what Carlos had smashed in the office. , but even if I was slightly prepared in my heart, I still feel a little frightened when I hear this.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"I am doing what my father, I, Victor, and millions of people who yearn for the bright future hope for. We hope that students can afford to study, we hope that the elderly can afford medical treatment, and we hope that there will be no drug dealers in Mexico!" boasted Ukmot stood up and waved his arms vigorously.
"We have to think about the people!"
"I'm not asking you to join us completely, Honatan, but you have to wake up. Carlos can't protect your assets. If you continue to be stubborn, I can't hold Victor back. He is very dissatisfied with plutocrats like you!"
"He thinks you're in cahoots with drug dealers."
"This is slander!" Hornatan retorted in surprise.
"Of course you can appeal, or even bribe others to kill Victor, but you have to understand the consequences of going against him. I even think he is mentally ill."
"I am your friend, and I only think about you and your family."
"Victor never needs a reason to kill."
Okay...
Directly slandering the great Mr. Victor behind his back. Who said people don’t need a reason to kill people? It's just that the reason is a little bit omitted.
Honatan's face was solemn, and he opened his mouth.
This is true all over the world. Chaebols are afraid of military leaders. Even South Korea experienced a period of military government. At that time, chaebols were almost all very well-behaved.
There was a moment of silence in the hotel.
"What do you need me to do?"
Cuauquemot smiled happily when he heard what he said, "Don't be nervous, man, just give me a live broadcast across Mexico when the time comes."
"Is it that simple?" Honatan Aragon looked at him suspiciously.
"I never ask for too much from my friends. I know how difficult it is for you, and I understand you." Kwaukmot changed his tone and said gently.
Looking at the other party's sincere eyes, Honatan Aragon took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I hope you can succeed!"
"Fail or die!"
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