Chapter 188 What? Another cousin of mine died? !
In the fields outside the steel factory.
Victor sat on a chair, enjoying the rare sunshine.
He was in a good mood looking at the surge in points.
The golden fingers are still sorted from top to bottom.
The person who provided the most points was of course Alfredo. As the money laundering director of the Sinaloa drug cartel, he was also a high-level VIP in the Las Vegas casino and had to go there every year to gamble.
He has connections with the Italian Mafia, the American Mafia, RB "Yakuza", the Aryan Brotherhood, and even the famous Canadian gang "Hells Angels". He even held many positions in these gangs.
Looking at the whole article, there is no organization that does not sell drugs!
He himself even established an organization in Ottawa, Canada, called: "Suck DMs to Heaven"!
Hmm...a very irritating name.
But there are so many people who have joined, so there is no need to fool them.
Young people in North America all like to play exciting things, and they also admire the more rebellious things.
Sooner or later Victor will go over and correct their views!
Drugs, alcohol, fights?
Let you take bullets!
Alfredo provided Victor with more than 300 million points and directly recovered the "principal" of the thermobaric bomb. He may not be the most famous, and many people who don't care about the history of Mexican drug trafficking may not have heard of it. the name.
But the financial havoc he wreaked as a money-laundering chief was anything but light.
He should be considered the most "easy" leader to die in Victor's hands so far, and he didn't suffer much.
And this "steel factory battle" directly caused his points to skyrocket to 2.1 billion!
You can buy 15 pictures - 160.
However, he already had the idea to invest the money in the military factory to give the Mexican military industry a little boost. Then he would put a brand on it and sell it directly to the African battlefield.
In the 1990s, after the death of the wooly bear, the locked eagle completely let itself go and began to search for oil around the world.
The triangle relationship is the strongest, and the confrontation between the two sides is okay. If one family dominates, there will be chaos. By then, the whole world will be at war!
Oil can breed mold.
At that time, I, Victor... will provide weapons to rebels all over the world. Of course, there will be a fee. If you don't pay, you still want me to send you weapons?
I'll give you a cannon.
Until then, there will be only one evil dragon in the world.
The man behind the world's rebellion against the "bad seeds".
Damn it! What a great feeling!
"Boss."
Just when Victor was still thinking deeply about the road ahead, Casare came over and shouted.
Victor tilted his head and looked at him, "Have all the reporters sent away?"
"It was delivered, they took the money, and when they left, they promised to write a positive report on us in the newspaper."
"Just listen to this deceptive nonsense."
Just don't slander her behind your back.
"In the future, ordinary journalists are strictly prohibited from breaking in within the military area. If they insist on breaking in, we will treat them as spies, kill them directly, and then bury them in the mountains." Victor said calmly.
There will definitely be more and more weapons coming out in the future, and they can be hidden for a while.
Casare responded from the side.
"After the steel plant is built, I plan to build a logistics area here. What do you think? To the west of Sonora is Baja California, to the north is the United States, and to the south is Sinaloa. Many countries have to pass through to go to the United States and Canada. Mexico, we could totally get a bite out of this delivery order.”
“Including giants such as Robinson Global Logistics Co., Ltd. and Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad Company (BNSF), if you want to transport goods, you must establish a company in Mexico, which can provide jobs and increase GDP.”
Mexico's transportation channels are very prosperous. Many countries below want to ship things unless they are shipped by air. But if they think the price is too high, they can only go through the US-Mexico border.
Otherwise, do you think only locals are using drug trafficking and transportation channels?
That's the benefit of location.
Victor has a good vision, but the current social environment is not good. Otherwise, he would just create a "Mexican version of Silicon Valley" in Tijuana.
Brother, you have Canada at the top, and leave it to me below!
As long as you give money, it's not shabby to be someone's little brother.
Casare was a little confused when he heard the other party's "grand plan" and smiled, "Boss, I don't understand the economics. I still have to leave it to professionals."
Victor nodded, it was time to form a "think tank".
Farming is much harder than fighting.
"You should go read some more. I will take you out later. When bosses in other countries and regions ask you what your academic qualifications are, you must be able to show them. Academic qualifications are for showing off, and knowledge is for progress."
"When the time comes, I'll ask Harvard or Yale how much it will cost to add two more places."
"Buy it directly... do you want to buy it?" Casare thought he was right when he heard what he said before, but when he heard the boss just throwing money away, he raised his head and asked.
"Who has so much time to read? Anyway, they can't feel the knowledge inside me. Donate a building. It can also increase our popularity and attract a wave of goodwill among the American elite."
Donate a building?
What a crude way of buying and selling, Americans will definitely like it.
Victor is now like a "licking dog", trying his best to win over the American elite, just to tell them that I stand with you.
Don't doubt it, I am the little gangster who is waving the flag behind the United States.
No strength, no way.
The world is so dangerous, you have to hold on tight. If you are too arrogant, you will easily be bombed by armed forces.
After counting the time, the Gulf War should start soon, right?
Should we persuade Kwaukemot to send some people to help?
All brother needs is your attitude.
But you are the eldest brother now, but you may not always be the eldest brother for the rest of your life. There will always be times when you collapse.
What Victor has to do now is to continue to strengthen his strength and wait for a call to arms.
"Casare."
"I'm here, boss." Fatty Ka said hurriedly.
Victor pointed into the distance, "Our Mexico is waiting for his emperor!"
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July 26, 1990.
In Pablo's "estate" in Bogotá, Santa Fe, Colombia.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The screams were accompanied by the sound of swallowing, and I saw two lions screaming at a man. The man was rolling, but how could this strength be the opponent of the animals? He was slapped to the ground with just one slap.
The man slapped the glass wall, his face was covered with blood, and he begged loudly in his mouth. The voice came out very hollow, "Spare me! Spare me, I don't dare to do it anymore!"
Opposite this is a row of sofas, sitting there are Pablo, the four godfathers of the Cali Cartel, as well as Abrego, Guzman and Aguilar of Juarez.
These big guys watched this scene quietly.
There was a piece of bloody steak in front of Pablo. His personal doctor told him this folk remedy. Eating one piece every day can ensure a man's virility.
The man's screams became weaker and weaker until they finally stopped.
"I thought the life of a traitor was so hard, but it looks like that's it." Pablo laughed mockingly, grabbed a stack of US dollars next to him, wiped the corners of his mouth, then balled it up and threw it into the trash can.
Colombians have always been extravagant.
But who can say that about him?
Who dares to say anything about him?
His mother had to endure two big blows from him every time she came.
"Kill all his family members and make them understand that betraying me, Pablo, is worse than betraying God."
The younger brother standing at the door nodded.
No wonder Pablo was angry. A small leader under him actually contacted a group of "unknown persons" behind his back. Many of the contents of the call were related to matters within the Medellin Group.
Even on the phone, the boss called him "Payaso", which made Pablo very unhappy.
The most important thing is...
The information about the younger brother's betrayal was provided by the "rival" Cali Group.
Pablo thought he was very merciful by being fed to the lions.
"Thank you very much, Gilbert!" He lay back, looked at the boss of the Cary Group next to him, and said with a smile, "Otherwise, I would really have been kept in the dark."
Gilbert looks clean, yes, clean.
He looks like a middle school teacher, thrown on the street, and looks like an ordinary person, but his younger brother Miguel looks more terrifying.
He has a pair of inverted triangular eyes, as if he is always thinking about how to kill people. His skin is wrinkled, and he looks like he has been around for a long time.
In fact, the two brothers were just thieves who dug tunnels to steal banks.
Gilbert did not hear the gratitude in Pablo's tone, but the anger of a king being violated. He patted Miguel next to him, and then looked at him calmly, "This is just the benefit of our cooperation. one."
He was the one who promoted the establishment of the "North American Narcotics Association", so he was very active. He had a big vision and understood that doing black business would end with a knife sooner or later.
But it is better for you to be strong and capable of fighting than to be crushed to death like an ant when you are weak.
Pablo said with a dark face, "Did the person who contacted him investigate clearly?"
"Of course, the DEA employee in Colombia, Javier Dogomínz, is of Honduran origin." Gilbert handed over the prepared documents, "This is all his information."
After Pablo opened it, he saw a photo hanging on the right, of a middle-aged man with unkempt hair. He frowned subconsciously when he saw the hair.
Do DEA employees wear the same hairstyle as themselves?
CNMD!
Did you ask me in Colombia?
This information is very detailed, including when Javier Dogomins' family went to the United States, and how old he was and where he studied.
When did you join the DEA and what did you do before?
Where his wife works.
Where children study.
It's simply a "personal encyclopedia".
How can "KalikGB" be so awesome?
"You organized this all?"
Gilbert smiled, "Contacts and abilities."
This intelligence collection is the specialty of their group. It has helped him escape from danger several times, but of course he doesn't want to talk about it.
Seeing that he was so perfunctory, Pablo was not interested in asking more questions. He handed it to Guzman and said, "Kill him!"
Guzman raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't you blow up the CIA headquarters in North America? Let's do this together again. By the way, kill his wife and children too."
"I didn't do that!" Guzman gritted his teeth. He couldn't wash himself away even if he jumped into the sea of RB.
Colombia's two big "bosses" didn't care, but Abrego and Aguilar expressed their dissatisfaction several times.
Why are you messing with the CIA?
Did you eat too much poop?
Then you play with women! Play with women when you are bored!
"Anyway, people outside say you did it, and you Sinaloa people don't lack this reputation."
Guzman took a deep breath, and just as he was about to reach out his hand, he was stopped by Abrego next to him, "Have you forgotten Camarena?"
"Gallardo is still in jail!"
"Gallardo? Oh? He's dead." Miguel, the younger brother of the Cali Group, said, "He was pulled to pieces by your Mexican policeman Victor using a Humvee."
"What!!"
Several major drug lords in Mexico exclaimed in unison.
They had all worked under Gallardo, so they were probably in love.
That's their boss! ! !
"You don't know?" Miguel looked strange.
"Victor's... counter-intelligence methods are many, we just don't know about them yet." Abrego said bravely.
It’s ugly to say this.
"A policeman scared you like this." Miguel crossed his legs and laughed mockingly, "Let me tell you another news. The steel factory in Sonora was raided by the police, and more than 2,000 drug dealers died. , Guzman, your cousin seems to be dead too. "
Cousin?
Which cousin?
Guzman was startled, and then his expression changed dramatically!
TMD!
Another cousin of mine died?
Alfredo? !
Two of the Four King Kongs have died?
Guzman's cold personality could not help but change his expression.
"How is it possible! How could the Hermosillo Steel Plant be knocked down?" Aguilar asked with a frown.
He has been to that place, and 2,000 drug dealers are defending it. Do you want to defeat them in a short time?
The level of difficulty is no less than that of completing Contra in one life.
Miguel spread his hands, "Maybe there are traitors among you?"
As soon as these words came out...
Gilbert secretly complained that his brother was good at everything, but he had a big mouth and liked to cause trouble. His favorite thing to do was to mock Pablo.
Laughing at him as a car thief from Medellin.
You still emphasize the traitor, aren't you slapping him left and right in the face?
Gilbert glanced at Pablo.
really…
His face turned green!
F*cking greener than stocks!
"Speak less!" He pulled Miguel's wrist, stood up to ease the atmosphere, and frowned, "Maybe Victor used some dishonorable means."
"Police, there are no good people."
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