Chapter 164 Justice cannot represent me, I represent justice!
The next day.
In the small flower bed outside the Tijuana security department.
Victor, dressed in formal attire, was being interviewed by female reporter Bertha Rumsfeld, and the two sat across from each other.
Today's woman is wearing a cool transparent dress, and you can vaguely see the color of the "bra" inside. She also has her hair tied up with a shark clip, which makes her look both lustful and fearless.
Victor's expression was calm, and he didn't even move his eyes.
The camera next to me is facing me.
"Director Victor, what do you think about the State of Sonora criticizing your invasion of them and your sending hitmen to assassinate Irvin Lozano?"
"This is a serious mistake. We were entrusted by the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency to crack down on drug traffickers in Sonora. This was in full compliance with the rules and procedures. As for the killing of Irvin Lozano..."
The photographer next to you twitched his lips, and you signed it for yourself. Well, it's very Victor-style humor.
Victor pondered for a moment and said something shocking: "This is just the simplest expression of the Mexican people who yearn for peace. I express my highest respect for Hugo Santos and my condolences to his family."
Hugo Santos was the murderer who assassinated Irvin Lozano in public.
These words made Belsaria Rumsfeld raise her eyebrows slightly, and she became interested. If it were spread, it would definitely cause an uproar.
This is equivalent to pointing at the Poles and saying, Hi! Dude, you should put two sculptures of Germans in front of your house.
"You say this is a manifestation of justice?"
"Of course! I encourage all people who are coerced by drug dealers to jump up and resist bravely. Don't be afraid. The 4 million people in Baja California will always support you behind you. I also advise those who want to help drug dealers to prepare to resist to the end. Evil will never be possible. Defeat justice, justice will prevail!”
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"Okay." Bertalia Rumsfeld nodded towards the photographer, then stood up and stretched out his hand, smiling and saying, "Thank you, Director Victor."
"I should."
"Can I ask you something in a personal capacity?" Berthaia Rumsfeld suddenly asked.
Victor was startled and nodded politely.
"Do you think you are righteous?"
What's the problem? Casare, who was leaning over, frowned and slowed down.
"I'm not."
Victor smiled and shook his head, "Because I will use more inhumane violence on the road to killing drug dealers. I don't want everyone to mythologize me. I'm just an ordinary Mexican."
Justice cannot represent me!
I represent justice!
After hearing this, Bertha Rumsfeld nodded, thanked her, declined the invitation to stay for dinner, and left with the others.
"Boss, Ethan Hunt has returned from Colombia delivering news." Jason Bourne leaned over and whispered softly, handing him the main content he had copied.
Victor glanced at it, his pupils condensed.
On July 27, the Mexican drug lords, Colombian drug lords and some warlords from other countries will "meet" in the new judicial department building of Colombia?
"Is this news accurate?"
"The branch has bribed the leader of the Cali Group. The accuracy is quite high."
Victor looked at Jason Bourne in surprise, "Did the branch find the informant so quickly?"
"Kidnapped the leader's mistress and his three children."
No wonder…
There are only a few weaknesses in people, and you just "tied up" their whole family. What else can you do besides being an informant?
Victor nodded and squinted his eyes. A big idea suddenly came to his mind. Should he... exchange it for a missile and hit it directly?
But after this idea turned around in his head, he threw it into the claws. This was not a joke.
Mexico is 3,696 kilometers away from Colombia. If you have this kind of missile, the first thing you will be nervous about is the Eagle Sauce next to it.
To know this distance, it is enough to reach Washington in Mexico.
Even bomber bombing is unreliable. It is also a symbol of a country's sovereignty. When the time comes, North America will really start fighting.
Victor just wants to fight drugs, he doesn't want to start a war.
Fighting drugs can win the Nobel Peace Prize.
Then all that's left is an armed raid, and we have to cooperate with the DEA. It's best to kill all these bastards!
"Continue to keep an eye on Colombia. It's best to send some people to sneak in."
Jason Bourne frowned, "Black Widow Blanco has a habit of finding lovers. Maybe Ethan Hunt can apply for the job."
Good guy!
Directly push the good-looking person in charge of the Mexican International News Department to be a "duck"?
While they were chatting, Casare took the initiative to stand a few meters away, not even letting anyone get close.
He didn't listen himself, so as not to accidentally talk nonsense while sleeping. Not knowing the secret was the best way to keep it secret.
Victor glanced at Jason Bourne, "Did he offend you? And didn't the Drug Enforcement Administration announce the arrest of Blanco in 1984?"
"She was indeed arrested in 1984, but the lawyer she hired for $20 million discovered that the DEA had irregularities in arresting her. They focused on this point and stalked them. She was paroled in 1988, but she ran back to Colombia the next day."
Money can really make a difference.
Lawyers in the United States are a lucrative business, and Blanco can afford it. She has established the Miami market for the Medellin Group. She pioneered the method of killing people on motorcycles in groups of two. She killed one person in two years. Thousands of people, when you look at it this way, is relatively small, but killing three people in one day is terrifying when you think about it.
Relying on this achievement, she can get 80 million U.S. dollars in dividends from Medellin every month. Therefore, this rich woman is very rich, and she likes to find lovelies. After killing three husbands, she has long thought that even if she is rich, it is better to find lovebirds. Hello lover.
"Ethan Hunter is the most handsome. We researched Blanco's interests and hobbies and found that she particularly likes men who are over 1.78 in height, have six-pack abs, and are especially good at tongue kissing."
"Do you know that Ethan Hunt has good tongue kissing skills?" Victor's eyes suddenly turned a little weird when he heard this and looked at him.
Do you need to write down the rules for Mexico’s International News Department: No research on colleagues’ butts.
After asking, Victor felt that he was inappropriate and coughed, "You are more familiar with intelligence matters than I am, so let Ethan Hunt be careful."
Jason Bourne nodded, turned around and trotted away. Maybe he couldn't wait to see Ethan Hunt become a pretty boy.
After he left, Casare came over.
"Boss."
"Send another 500 EDN (Mexico Emergency Response Team) to the front lines. We want to expand the results and not let the drug traffickers react."
"besides…"
"The "Nail Plan" can be launched!"
Kasare frowned.
The "Nail Plan" was actually a "poaching" plan that Victor secretly put Casare in charge of after he captured the city of Ensenada.
Nails were buried in some locations in Sonora by people who had suffered or were currently being persecuted by drug traffickers.
And then provide them with help when necessary, these people...
You can stand up!
"Conquer the city of Nogales within three days!"
This is one of the three largest cities in Sonora, only 30 kilometers away from the United States in a straight line. It is also one of the "Top Ten Drug Lairs" in Mexico.
Oh, and so does Tijuana.
By occupying this place, all subsequent support can be brought in. There are too few police officers, so they can only slowly encroach.
The points are still not enough to spend.
We must start a wave in Colombia's new judicial department. If we kill a group of people, we will definitely earn a lot of points.
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Sonora, edge city.
Obregon City, about 50 kilometers away from the Corona River, is the only way to go from the north to the belly. There is only one national highway. As we all know, the roads in Mexico are really bad, and it is even impossible to get off in many places.
Those with military industrial capabilities in Latin America will independently develop weapons and equipment suitable for the "local environment."
Blocking Obregon City is like blocking the lifeblood.
There is also Sonora’s excellent 64th Brigade and 442nd Infantry Regiment here, with a full strength of more than 1,100 people. A descendant of Governor Irvin Lozano’s family is in charge.
Being excellent doesn't mean that he can fight well, but that...
He's full of stuff!
Unlike other places where you work as a soldier during the day and as a drug dealer at night, the salary given by the Lozano family is also very high, which can basically support the family.
At night, it rained lightly.
When everyone turns off the lights, you can still hear the sounds of people drinking and drinking in the group leader's room, and you can still hear the melodious sound.
In the dormitory of Confidential Staff Officer Alvarez not far away, he couldn't see his fingers, but his breathing was noisy, and under the moonlight outside, there were figures.
"Gentlemen!"
"We are soldiers. Although soldiers have a bounden duty to obey orders, there is absolutely no way I will resist Victor for drug dealers!"
"This is internal strife! We must not let this happen."
"I plan to surrender. No unnecessary bloodshed can occur, but you are willing to follow me!" Alvarez said solemnly, "Only by resisting can Mexico survive!"
"Let's go! Reversal the chaos and return to the right path!!"
Alvarez pulled the bolt of the gun, and all the 15 officers of all ranks in the room did so. He was not older than 24 years old, and graduated from the Heroic Military Academy of Mexico. He was considered a top student, and he was passionate, but he was powerless.
When Victor's "Nail" plan approached him, he quickly agreed.
Resist foreign aggression and fight for national independence, continue to fight bravely!
This can be regarded as a young man. After he served as the confidential staff officer of the 442nd Regiment, he attracted a group of new officers who had not been corrupted, or in other words, they had not yet had time to be corrupted, and they all had momentum.
Just take advantage of this rainy night!
Bring order out of chaos.
Alvarez opened the door, his eyes bursting with a bright light called "hope" in the darkness, and he rushed into the rain without hesitation.
Swish, brush, brush…
Boots on the muddy road.
Looking at the brightly lit captain's dormitory, Alvarez took a deep breath, rushed over, kicked the door open, and saw... a disgusting scene inside.
Naked senior executives are doing sleazy things.
They were startled when they heard this movement. The leader of the group, Falcao Lozano, raised his head and saw that it was this group of young men who were not dealing with him. He frowned and was about to scold him when he saw Alvarez picked up his submachine gun and fired directly!
There is no nonsense, the main focus is efficiency.
The women here are also part of the drug cartel, and they can be beaten to death!
Other officers following him also opened fire.
Suddenly…
Was beaten into a hornet's nest.
Alvarez grabbed Falcao Lozano's head and cut it off, "Calling all soldiers!"
"Tonight, take Obregon City!"
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