Chapter 192 DEA: Victor, we need you!

Chapter 192 DEA: Victor, we need you!

Can God crack down on drug dealers?

I don't know.

But putting a cross in a place like Parliament is the greatest disrespect to Victor. You have let Jesus go, why not me!

Without an ID card that Victor agrees with, he cannot be called God, he can only be called Jesus!

Looking at the cross, the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became.

He hooked his fingers at Zolf Sherman who was next to him. The latter leaned over with a blank look on his face, but his expression was still a little subtle when he saw that a hole had been burned on the side of God's face.

Latin America…

This is illegal.

If those priests are to know, they must now understand what liberation theology is. Those guys wearing priest robes are very fierce.

Victor reached out and pulled out the pistol from Zolph Sherman's waist, pointing it at God on the cross.

"Since it's useless, please don't take up your seat."

collapse!

Gunshots fired.

Kill it directly!

Half of the head fell from above. It must have been a stone. It rolled down the steps and landed at the feet of a female congressman.

She was so frightened that she quickly shrank back.

This X00X also trembled.

Jesus...was shot? !

Everyone in the parliament fell silent. They looked at this scene in disbelief. This is blasphemy!

This is blasphemy!

But why can't I say this protest when it comes out of my mouth? It seems like my mouth is blocked by something.

Taking a closer look, oh, it turns out to be a 7.62 caliber.

God is God, life is life, these cannot be lumped together.

Victor looked down at the congressmen below, looking at them carefully one by one. He also hoped that there were some good people in Sonora State, but...

"Hey, I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, you can't make me forgive you, go to hell."

"Fire!"

Zolph Sherman understood immediately. With a wave of his hand, the police officers pulled the trigger and swept directly!

Chug tug tug!

"Help! Help!"

"Don't kill me! I won't dare anymore!"

This group of extremely vicious congressmen stood up and tried to run away while crying, but they were all hit by bullets and fell into a pool of blood.

"Spare me! Spare me! I have an elder and a younger child, and my child is still very young. I have to raise him to grow up." A young congressman with short hair shouted loudly, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

If the Virgin Bitch heard this, she would think that Victor was some kind of murderous maniac, but this guy... was originally the son of a leader of the Juarez drug cartel.

When he was 17 years old, he kidnapped a tourist outside. When he was 18 years old, he raped and killed a woman. When he was 21 years old, he started helping Juarez sell drugs in San Francisco.

Entered politics at the age of 24?

Now I am 27 years old, and I became a state legislator in three years.

CNM’s!

Do you have a rocket installed on your butt?

Sure enough, there are only three things that maintain power, money, blood and mothers and babies. In a place like Mexico, Victor sometimes has to scratch his head.

He didn't regret it, but he was afraid.

Didn't he see other people's tears when he killed people before?

Victor just raised his eyelids slightly, turned his head, took the cigar handed over by Casare, lit it, and made a smoke ring.

"You're going to die, you still talk so much nonsense."

Zolf Sherman himself took out a shotgun, stuck it under his arm, and shot the man in the head!

Watermelon...exploded!

Wherever there is dirt, Victor will sweep it away!

parliament?

Ha tui!

There are about 80 state legislators, all lying here.

"Wash the floor clean."

After walking out of the parliament building, Victor did not forget to supervise cleaning.

"Boss, if the congressman is gone, will there be any gossip in Mexico City?" Casare said softly next to him.

"Yes, this position requires a few people."

Victor nodded, thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "Select some grassroots police officers and commanders from the police force and let them take over. Anyway, they are just people sitting in the positions."

That chair doesn't have a butt recognition system.

Victor said whoever can sit can sit.

But as soon as he said this, Casare and Zolf Sherman next to him suddenly looked at each other, not knowing what to say?

Isn't this just...a military government?

Fatty Ka scratched his head. If this news spread out, Cuauquemot in Mexico City would not be able to sleep.

"I know what you are going to say. Politics is just a means to control drugs, and that's it. After all the drug dealers in Sonora are wiped out, I will definitely return power to Mexico City." Victor said righteously.

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Did the corporal also say that back then? Just want Germany to be great? No matter what else?

However, Victor is sincere, he is an "anti-drug warrior"!

He slaughtered the Sonora State House with blood, but it was just filled with drug dealers, that's all.

Everyone misunderstood me... my good intentions.

As the "Chief Controller", Casare knew that he had to stand up at this time. "Yes, the director is right. I agree with this matter. The police officers are fighting on the front lines and dedicating their lives for the peace of Mexico. We In addition to providing them with material satisfaction, we must also provide them with enough voices to speak.”

This is called a confidant.

Victor nodded with satisfaction, "Selecting from among the grassroots police officers is very important."

"Understood, leave it to me."

A group of people got into the car, and Zolf Sherman left a small team waiting here in the parliament. If anyone... is late, he can send them there with him.

"Today we wiped out all the families and consortiums related to drug dealers!" Victor looked at the depressed streets outside with a sinister tone. He turned to look at Casare who came in, "You know what I mean, alone. Don’t stay either!”

Fatty Ka frowned.

Of course this is the destruction of the family.

Even if your cow is pregnant, your cow will have to be dissected, and the dogs on the roadside will be killed.

"Let's just say to the outside world that we killed all the drug dealers when they ran away. We express our stern protest and deep regret. We are very sad. If we had come earlier, perhaps, such a thing would not have happened."

Even if Victor doesn't become a policeman, he actually won't starve to death if he becomes a reporter.

"Do you understand?" he asked suddenly.

"Understand!"

Victor nodded and looked outside the car. A patrol driving a "Weasel" No. 1 infantry fighting vehicle drove past. When passing by the convoy, he excitedly saluted with a military salute.

Sing "Mexico Has Victor" loudly.

Victor opened the window, smiled and stretched out his hand to wave.

My police officers are really brave.

It is indeed much better than other Mexican military police.

After the patrol team left, he closed the window with a smile on his face, "I think we should distinguish our anti-drug police force from ordinary police."

"I'm going to design a special police flag and song!"

Casare is not a member of the military and he doesn't understand, but he understands Zolf Sherman. Is Victor planning to form his own army?

He didn't know what to say for a moment, but he was definitely very excited.

The current team is indeed disorganized. It is said to be an anti-drug force, but in fact the organization is still very chaotic. Sometimes it sounds like a guerrilla force and does not look like a regular army at all.

At the very least, it should be divided into ground police force, air police force, marine police force, as well as police artillery force and logistics.

Then I will detail the number below.

EDM and EDTV are more suitable for elite special operations teams under the army, which are only responsible for carrying out beheading operations on the battlefield.

It is similar to the special forces in the military services that many countries have.

What Victor will face is not a small drug trafficking team, but an adult criminal with sophisticated weapons and rich experience.

"Boss..."

Zolf Sherman was extremely nervous and excited, and suddenly spoke, his voice seemed to be trembling.

If the boss wants to make progress, then we can make progress too!

I really want to carry the security of Mexico on my shoulders.

Boss, get on top!

"What's wrong? Are you constipated?" Victor looked at him with strange eyes.

Zolf Sherman shook his head hurriedly, how could I let the leader know that I was not in good health? I'm in the best shape of my life right now.

"No, I'm just excited."

Victor always felt that he had few normal people under his command. The International News Department in Mexico was full of gunners. It was said that Ethan Hunt almost coaxed Blanco into giving birth to his child.

The rest of the people think about a salary increase every day.

MD, sooner or later I will send it to you in the United States.

"We will discuss this matter when we return to Tijuana."

Zolf Sherman nodded vigorously, Boss, you can do it anytime, just call me, don’t forget me.

When the car drove back to the city hall, Victor was just about to get out of the car when he saw an acquaintance.

DEA's Jonatan Parnell!

Why is this guy here?

Victor was a little confused and frowned. When he saw him coming over, he said, "Go upstairs and talk."

The other party looked around and understood that this was not the right place. He nodded and followed him to the governor's office.

"What's wrong?"

Victor asked as soon as he entered the door.

"The DEA intelligence agency in Colombia was destroyed!"

"I couldn't reach anyone."

"And the wife and child of Javier Dogomínz, the person in charge of that place, were killed by local gangs yesterday."

"The FBI has found the local gang, but we speculate that Javier may be in danger."

Jonathan Panier said with a solemn expression.

"How many people are there in the Columbia branch?"

"27!"

"All disappeared?" Victor was also a little surprised. When the other party nodded, he knew that he must be dead.

Jonatan Panier: "Tomorrow is the 27th. Last time you conveyed that the warlords of Mexico, Colombia, Panama, and Guatemala planned to establish the North American Drug Trafficking Association in the Justice Building. This matter is taken very seriously."

"Our leaders will also report it."

"Then what?"

"But the CIA said these are all lies. We at DEA came up with it to defraud funds, Fuck! Those idiots just stuffed their ears into their anuses. They will one day pay the price for their pride." Jonah Tan Panier cursed.

This curse got 2001.

Victor is thinking more. If I remember correctly, the "Gulf War" will break out in less than a week. At this time, the CIA is very busy. How can it have time to care about you?

Big bosses have to command the battlefield, isn't that just drug trafficking?

Let them sell it!

Aren't they just some messy drug dealers setting up some messy little gang?

How can they make trouble?

Can it bring disaster to all Americans?

Don't worry, I'll cajole them with one shot when the time comes!

In the eyes of the boss, the drug dealer is really too low, and there is no challenge at all. He doesn't beat him because he doesn't provoke him.

That's all.

So the DEA's appeal is not important.

"We have to get rid of all these people!" Jonathan Panier gritted his teeth, "This is a complete provocation to us!"

"We need your help."

Victor raised his brows, "What do you need me to do? It's in Colombia, and many things are inconvenient to do."

You can’t allow yourself to bombard the judicial building, right?

"We applied for a C-130 and sent special forces in to behead him!"

Transport aircraft airborne

Damn it, brother, are you so big?

Who has played this before?

In fact, the DEA has special forces, and almost all law enforcement agencies in the United States have them, and there are two of them.

The High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) and the predecessor to FAST, the Operation Snowcap Team (OST).

It is exactly the same as the training of the famous "Seals", "Green Berets", and the Air Force's Special Tactics Squadron.

The equipment is also very sophisticated, and it is considered a very good special force. Of course, if you are not familiar with it, it will not be very clear.

It was previously established in Afghanistan.

Some people call this SWAT team "one of the most mysterious operational units in the federal government," while others call it "a drug lord's nightmare."

But this kind of title is fucking worthless. You have to give it to yourself when you go out.

If he is really that stupid, can he still kill Mexican drug traffickers?

Victor thinks Americans like to brag like this.

Can you compare to a furry bear in terms of fighting will?

In addition to the individual equipment worth more than 100,000+ US dollars for each special soldier, what else do you have? What the hell do you have left?

Victor is really envious. Isn't it great to go out and ride the "Hercules"?

"Have the Colombian authorities been notified of this matter?" Victor asked with a frown.

"Do I need to notify them?" Jonathan Panier raised his eyebrows.

Do people with backgrounds speak so harshly?

That's right. If you don't speak forcefully, why should I look for a backer?

In fact, the DEA applied to use missiles to directly blow up the Colombian Justice Building, so that all the drug dealers meeting inside were reimbursed.

Can…

did not pass.

After all, he is not his biological son. If the CIA proposed this opinion, it would really be inaccurate.

"What's the retreat?"

"Entering northwest Panama, there are troops there who will meet us."

“Are the U.S. military in Panama reliable?”

Victor was very direct in his words. He didn't want his people to die and travel thousands of miles to be killed.

This question directly caused Jonatan Panier's CPU to burn up. He was stunned. He looked at the other party and frowned when he saw that the other party didn't seem to be joking.

"Don't forget that the ones who betrayed you the most are these so-called comrades. Moreover, my intuition tells me that the CIA will definitely cause trouble here."

He dragged his teammates back, pulled their pants, and then went to the boss to complain. As the prince, the CIA made enemies everywhere, but no one could fight back.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Give me a DEA Gulf Activity Permit, and we will send our own people to Barnabas to pick them up."

"Our anti-drug campaign is your armed force overseas. You should have this right, right?"

This sounds simple, but the meaning is actually very obvious.

Big brother.

Your people are unreliable, so let me do it by myself, but when I go out, I might be a little bit pushy, and I'll give the other person three or two slaps if I don't agree with you. Can you handle it for me then?

Jonathan Pannier is a smart man. When he heard this, he immediately fell silent and his eyelids began to tremble.

"You can ask your leader first." Victor was quite considerate.

But actually I felt a little bit relieved mentally.

It seems that this DEA is still not strong enough!

Who is the toughest person in the United States? It is the arms oligarchs of the old United States. When he has gained enough strength, Victor will cooperate with them privately, mainly providing weapons for the resistance armed forces. The oligarchs are responsible for providing weapons to the US military.

Then the oligarchs can ask for funds to update equipment on the grounds that the rebel forces are too capable, and they can make the arms oligarchs more money.

They will definitely be willing to let themselves be "arrogant" to a "certain extent".

This road is actually very suitable.

But you are not strong enough now, and people will look down on you for being such a bird.

Occupying two states in Mexico is great, but what is the difference between it and ordinary guerrillas?

To make people look up to them, at the very least, we must first kill all the drug dealers in Mexico and raise the number of troops to 200,000!

"I'll call the director directly about this and make sure he agrees. What you said makes sense. Those guys in the US military are all working with the CIA." Jonathan Panier frowned and said in a deep voice.

Victor smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, I am the only one who will not betray our beliefs. All drug dealers should be destroyed! The blue sky will last forever!"

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