Chapter 221 Your body also belongs to Mr. Victor!

Chapter 221 Your body also belongs to Mr. Victor!

Victor couldn't afford to use Goldfinger on everyone.

The plate is too big.

There are nearly 30,000 armed people, plus thousands of ordinary civil servants who rely on themselves to make ends meet, and Tijuana has a population of more than 3 million.

If he could look at them one by one, he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Year of the Horse.

The only thing that can be done is to replace the top management with one of your own, and hold the gun tightly.

Of course, those who are pinched by golden fingers will not rebel.

But you can’t replace all of Mexico’s more than 100 million people with your own people, right?

like…

It's not impossible.

Then when there are more than 100 million people, what will you do?

Um…

You can definitely make money by using a sewing machine.

Tijuana.Night.

Area 30: Jinjin Cave.

Since the last rectification, the casinos here have become much more legal and compliant. 20 "gambling casinos" have bid for Victor with more than 120 million US dollars, in order to prevent them from becoming bigger and stronger.

Victor's "Hope" company has also invested in it, as well as Tijuana's local financial department, relying on this steady flow of blood.

Don’t worry about no one coming to play. Although the tax is high, the casino pays. The staff inside have the final say on how much handling fees customers need.

At night, it's very lively here.

There are Americans, Mexicans, Guatemalans and even Canadians, and you can also see Asian faces, and relying on casinos, other accompanying industries have also sprung up.

illegal.

But don’t forget to pay your taxes.

Your body also belongs to Mr. Victor.

With the "government endorsement", District 30 quickly transformed from a dirty, vulgar and chaotic slum neighborhood into a lively entertainment district.

In the first month, nearly $3 million was overcharged to Tijuana's finance department.

When the situation stabilizes in the future, more and more tourists will visit this place, and it will definitely become a pillar industry.

In the "Maguixiu zitel!" casino.

Inspector Demetrius, who was dressed in civilian clothes, looked at his cards with crazy eyes and pinched his cards, shouting loudly, "A! A! A!"

There were many people behind him taking over, shouting loudly, but when the last card was revealed, it was a 6.

"The player has 4 points, the banker has 6 points, and the banker wins!" the croupier shouted from the side.

"CNMD!"

Demetrius immediately threw the cards on the table, pointed at the dealer and scolded, "What the hell are you doing? You bitch, you haven't even won against me!"

His voice was so loud that many people at the table next to him looked over.

A Mexican who was watching the scene came over quickly with a smile on his face, "Inspector Demetrius, what's wrong? Where can't you have fun? Have a cigarette to calm down."

"TMD, give me some more money, and I won't believe that I'm not lucky today!"

The Mexican smiled and looked very kind, "Of course there is no problem, but you have borrowed 200,000 US dollars here, so... do you think you should pay back some first?"

"Gomez, what's wrong? Are you afraid that I can't afford to pay you back?"

The other party was cursing in his heart, if it weren't for your background and your boss's name was Victor, in the past, you, a stinky policeman, would have been beaten to death by you and thrown into the street.

I'll lend you 200,000, and I think you're a police inspector!

"Forget it, let's not play anymore! Damn it!" Demetrius saw the look in the other person's eyes and knew that it would not be easy to get money again. After cursing, he got up and walked out of the casino.

"Boss, just let him go like this?" You Mazai asked Gomez.

"Then what should we do? You can still ask him for a debt? It's bad luck for us, just don't lend to him again."

Gomez looked at the opponent's back and cursed.

In fact, Victor had strictly stipulated that the disciplinary department did not allow gambling and prostitutes, but Demetrius did not listen.

He was originally a senior assistant in the local police department in Tijuana. When Uncle Wei came in, he changed bosses directly. Then he knew that the new boss liked reform and radical subordinates, so he directly applied to join the front line.

He has made many achievements in the past.

He's quite a warrior!

But this man likes to gamble and lust, and his salary is not enough for him to squander, so... he tries to find a way to earn gray income. At the casino, he meets a "Spanish" woman, who is very proactive, and the two of them go to bed directly.

A month later, the other party told him that she worked for the Spanish intelligence service, and most importantly, she was pregnant!

Demetrius easily became an informant in the hands of this woman.

But he was lucky and cautious and was not caught by Section 13, otherwise... there would be his body at the door in the morning.

Demetrius smoked a cigarette outside the casino, glanced twice, and saw a room on the second floor of a small hotel opposite was lit. He looked around, threw the cigarette on the ground, and used He twisted the cigarette butt on his toes and walked into the hotel.

The front desk heard footsteps and was about to call him when he saw him wave his hand, "Looking for someone", and then ran upstairs quickly, like a regular customer.

I found the room on the second floor. There was a sign hanging on the door that read: "Resting, please do not disturb." But in the lower right corner, there was a small black dot painted on it, which was completely unclear unless you looked carefully.

Demetrius knocked on the door, three rhythmic knocks. The door slowly opened, revealing a gap and a pair of eyes. When he saw him, he opened the door hurriedly and complained, "Why did you come just now?" ?”

"What's the rush?"

When he walked in, he saw seven or eight people sitting inside, all small groups he had brought together.

He used money given by his "Spanish mistress" to win over a group of people.

These people were all interested in him in the pre-Victor era. Later, they fully supported Victor's ideas, so they were promoted quickly.

The last superintendent is the leader of the operations team of the Tijuana Police Department and the spokesperson of the anti-gang team.

Most of the others are capable in the anti-narcotics force.

Demetrius' current position is the former senior commander of the anti-drug force. If he is lucky, he may even be selected as a one-star brigadier general during this change.

"Very good, they came very neatly." He nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the people who arrived, and looked at his watch, "Don't talk nonsense."

"The Spanish intelligence agency has given us a task. If we can complete it, we will become the new masters of this country, and they will help us enter Mexico City!" Demetrius sounded excited.

"According to the news, Victor will go to the United States tomorrow to attend the memorial ceremony. At that time, he will take away Kennedy and others. We want to seize power at this time!"

Rebellion!

Everyone came up with this idea, with fear in their eyes.

They only wanted to sell some confidential information and make some money, not to rebel!

That is a serious crime of decapitation!

Demetrius saw all their movements and expressions, and his tone suddenly became sinister, and he sneered, "Gentlemen, you don't think there is a way out, do you?"

"We have cooperated with the Spanish intelligence agency and have touched Victor's bottom line. He is a murderer. The people he kills can circle around Mexico from here. Don't you know? Have you forgotten what happened in the morning?"

"Perhaps you are lucky and think that if you surrender, the other party will let you go? Don't be kidding me. Even if they don't kill you, they will definitely throw you into the prison of the Mexican intelligence agency. You are not even 40 years old, are you? Are you willing to retire?"

It has to be said that Demetrius is very eloquent, and he is considered a figure. He was able to be ruthless enough to throw himself on the front line during the Victor period, just to get the attention of the boss.

With good luck, he didn't die and was directly promoted!

He thought very clearly that wealth can be found in danger.

"We have a 90% chance of success. As long as we control the airport and don't allow planes to land! We will lead people to attack the city hall and take Victor's position!"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Then have you ever thought about Victor being able to land somewhere else besides Tijuana?" Someone asked, "If he returns to Mexico, do you think the people in his army will support him or us?"

Demetrius was not afraid of others asking questions, but was afraid that no one would ask questions. He smiled, "Do you think we are the only ones in the Spanish intelligence service?"

"Some people also responded to us in Mexico City. They rushed into Cuauquemot's official residence and beat him to death. Isn't it simple with just one bullet?"

Why did Spain have to kill him?

Because Victor destroyed their interests here!

It is only the Americans that he will not move, not other Europeans, such as Italians, Spanish, and French. Your factories must have the "Baja California Finance Department" join in, and no full foreign investment is allowed.

Either agree or get out.

The only ones who didn't move were the Americans. There was no way, they were too close, and their troops were at the door.

Especially the Spanish factory here, which almost encountered a devastating blow, has long wanted to get rid of him, but they don't have the strength. During World War II, they were famous for being useless. Now... can they still fly across the Denmark Strait to do it for themselves? ?

There is no other way but to play some dirty tricks.

"In the United States, someone will give Victor a big gift. It would be better if he could die outside. Don't worry, even if we fail, the Spanish have promised us that they will let us and our families live in Europe and protect us. They will not Treat us badly!”

Demetrius raised his hands and lowered his voice, "Gentlemen, glory and wealth are before us, our future is before us, who of you agrees? Who opposes?"

The people present looked at each other, hoping that someone would come forward.

"I will not participate in this event, I quit!" Superintendent Smith Lyle, who was opposed to this action, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will not tell our plans. I swear to God!"

Demetrius was startled and nodded, "I respect your choice, is there anything else?"

No one else said a word.

"Then let's go, Smith, remember, don't talk nonsense."

"I hope you can succeed."

Mr. Superintendent said his blessing and walked out the door. He just wanted to make money, but he didn't want to engage in this kind of rebellion, which would kill people.

As soon as Smith Lyle put his hand on the door handle, he felt a pain in his head and his ears were buzzing. He tried his best to turn around, and saw Demetrius's expression twisted, "The dead will not reveal secrets!"

He held an ashtray in his hand and smashed it hard at the other party.

After three or two blows, his head was bruised and bloody, and he couldn't breathe much on the ground. He was also ruthless, and he was even more ruthless to himself and to others.

He threw the blood-stained ashtray on the ground and turned his head to stare at the others, all of whom were too angry to speak out.

"Is anyone else leaving?"

Seeing everyone shaking their heads in fear, Demetrius nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, gentlemen, on the same path, only those who share the same path can survive, and those who go in the opposite direction can only die."

"This operation, Operation Troy!"

If we win, Mexico is ours!

Lose, we are in the Mexican air!

…

In the office of Tijuana City Hall at this time.

Victor held a painting in his hand.

Bush's upper body portrait is very lifelike.

This was a gift he had prepared and it was framed.

"A very good painter." Victor was very satisfied and planned to have his portraits painted by him in the future.

Jason Bourne nodded beside him, "We made a small secret compartment here, just big enough to put a special bug. Do I need to install it?"

Victor, who was admiring the portrait, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the other person.

Good guy.

Do you also want to start a "golden lips" plan?

This bear has already done this, and Americans will definitely not be deceived so easily.

But when the words came to Victor's mouth, he suddenly turned into, "What are the chances of being discovered?"

"Unless they are violently dismantled, which is unlikely, but if exposed to external violence, the interior will self-destruct."

Victor thought about it and still felt that this was very risky.

Now that I recognize my godfather, I can't do this.

But Jason Bourne's plan gave Victor a lot of ideas, "Forget it with Bush, but we can get something from the DEA and FBI."

Even though the relationship between the two parties is currently close, who knows what they are hiding from them?

"Has the person who went to seduce FBI Director Floyd I. Clark's wife been found?"

Jason Bourne nodded, "Found it."

"who?"

"Jeff Bennett."

Victor's powerful memory immediately thought of that guy, and he immediately frowned, the guy nicknamed "The Clown".

"He was recommended by himself." Jason Bourne said quickly after seeing the boss's expression. "He said he wanted to try a new mission."

Just try to be a duck like Ethan Hunt?

So challenging!

"How is he?" Victor asked with a frown.

"Good skills in bed."

"...I fucking asked you this?! I asked you how his eloquence is?"

Jason Bourne had a sneer on his face and coughed twice, "In the internal test, he has a good IQ, but ranks last in overall emotional intelligence. His personality is a bit anti-human and particularly dark, and he has a tendency to violence."

"But I thought he could give it a try."

Victor looked at him and asked him to continue.

"Our target person, a 43-year-old female, we found that she has a strong BDSM tendency, and from our investigation we found that she had been injured when she was a child, and the doctor determined that she had Stockholm syndrome!"

“Jeff Bennett fits the mold of a bad guy, he looks like a bad guy.”

Jeff Bennett: Thank you family!

Victor thought for a while and agreed.

"It would be better if we could find a way to spy on Richard James Kerr of the CIA, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a wife, hey."

Jason Bourne frowned, "Boss!"

"What's wrong?"

"Richard James Kerr has a mother. She is only 71 years old. She is an old lady who likes to dress up very much. How about asking Jeff Bennett to do it together? Anyway, one or two is not a problem."

"…………"

Damn you...

Sure enough, those who work in intelligence have given up their moral bottom line and aesthetics!

Aren't you afraid of Jeff Bennett fucking you?

Victor's expression is like this, embarrassing!

But being the "godfather" to the CIA boss is exciting just thinking about it.