Chapter 227 Mexico’s matching mechanism is different!
These rebels are really stupid.
This is not the African region. A few people with a few guns dare to play a mutiny. The matching mechanism is different.
They are all probabilistic shooting experts.
They have produced "excellent breeds" such as Bokassa, Massie, Amin, Doe, and Mobutu.
But shouldn't it be the French chicken that is blackened?
How come some Mexicans are crazy?
Kennedy's words count.
He personally led the team and rushed into Demetrius's official residence in "Tijuana Fushan". This place is similar to the "Godr Community" mentioned above. They are all senior members' residences.
Left behind in Tijuana.
Others develop real estate to bribe local officials. Once Victor came to power, he confiscated them all.
At night, the old man and the old woman who were walking their dogs saw police cars suddenly rushing in. Their eyelids jumped. They were not friendly.
"Isn't that Honasan Aguirre? What's going on?" An old man pointed at a captive who was pressed down and asked in surprise. The other party's face was still bruised, which was obviously because he was beaten. The police uniform on his body was very messy.
And his hands were tied?
This... What's going on!
Honasan Aguirre is a senior member of the police force and has a bright future.
They saw the police rush into the villa and escort a group of people out, young and old, men and women.
The families of the rebels were obviously panicked and at a loss.
"Mr. Victor gave you the opportunity to improve, but unfortunately, your family members did not cherish it. They dared to rebel with arms!"
What!
Rebellion!
A group of people suddenly looked panicked. The old men and women who were watching saw that something was wrong, and they also ran away. The short-legged dog didn't want to leave, so they were carried away by them.
"Abe, don't bark! Go, go home." An old woman grabbed the back of a Shiba Inu's head and ran home.
These were not things they could get involved in.
Kennedy pulled out his gun and fired three shots at a woman in front of him, killing her directly. Do you think you are great just because you have big breasts?
This scene scared them, and the chattering just now stopped immediately.
Kennedy looked at them with a gloomy face, "Where are Demetrius's family members?"
A group of people looked at a woman and two children, as well as his parents and his brother.
"Officer, officer, this is a misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!" The woman said with a trembling mouth, "My husband can't betray, he is loyal to Mr. Victor!"
"You are lying! You... You must be the traitor." Demetrius's brother was also very excited.
Kennedy didn't have time to play house with them. With a wave of his hand, the police behind him rushed up and held their heads.
"Don't! Please, please, let my children go."
Kennedy narrowed his eyes, "Kill!"
If the grass is not cut off at the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of a gunshot was clear. The bullet went into the back of the head and penetrated the nerves in the brain. People who have died know that there is basically no pain.
"Next..."
Kennedy turned his head and looked at the captives. He smiled, his eyes filled with hatred, "Next, whose family is it?"
The captives were shaking.
"Kennedy, we don't dare anymore. Give us a way out. I will give you all my money. I will leave Mexico and go to the United States. I promise that I will never come back in this life." One captive couldn't stand the pressure and just cried and begged.
Want to go to the United States?
Are you going there to enjoy yourself, or to seek refuge?
Kennedy nodded, "You don't want to choose, right? I'll choose for you. Let's play a game, starting with you."
"The name of the game is Tire Superman!"
"I'll put a tire on you, and then pour gasoline on you. 30 seconds. As long as you can hold on for 30 seconds, I'll let your family go."
Kennedy waved his hand, and the police behind him dragged the captive who had just spoken to the middle of the road, put a discarded tire on him, and poured gasoline on him. This is all ready.
"No, no, don't! Ah!!!!!! Ah!!!"
The police officer who lit the fire approached, and the flames instantly jumped up. It was actually very painful to wear a tire, and it was impossible to get rid of it. After scratching it off, it basically stuck to your skin.
This is a small game in the African matching area.
He couldn't hold on for a few seconds and fell to the ground. His family members covered their mouths and sobbed in the crowd.
20 seconds, at most 20 seconds!
The screams stopped abruptly.
Kennedy shook his head, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it."
He had a sinister expression, "Kill them all!"
A police officer held a machine gun and fired at the rebels' families.
"Run!"
"Help!!!!"
"Bang, bang, bang, bang...
The birds hovering on the roof, perhaps stimulated by the bloody smell in the air, flapped their wings and left.
Mr. Victor should be satisfied with this "aftermath".
"Let's go!"
Kennedy got in the car and drove away with his men. The body? Just leave it there overnight to let the other "residents" inside know that in Tijuana, if you steal or even kill people, sometimes you can only be sentenced to death for drug trafficking, but if you betray Victor, your whole family will die.
Don't sleep too deeply at night.
George Smiley of the 13th Division was very angry.
Of course, the employees below were not happy either.
The Spanish intelligence agency must be dug out.
Where else would you want to go in Tijuana?
It was found immediately.
When they rushed in, the intelligence officers inside were burning paper intelligence. When they saw them, a female agent tried to pull out a gun to fight back, but the action team used a short shot to flatten her bra.
George Smiley tried hard to pull out the paper document, but half of it was still burned, "What is written in this!"
The Spaniard was silent.
The leader was a four-eyed boy. In fact, Marcelinho was originally the one talking here, but the other party resigned directly after watching Victor's "Military Parade".
MD!
I quit my job, my salary is small, I have too many things to do, my teammates are stupid, my boss is a bastard, and he plans to join Victor.
As soon as he left, the four-eyed guy temporarily became the person to talk to.
He was very tough. He said nothing when faced with George Smiley's questioning. The latter punched his glasses, and the lenses shattered immediately and penetrated his eyes. He screamed in pain.
"I asked you a question! You turned a deaf ear! CNM! Don't you want to live? I will make your life worse than death!"
George Smiley, who had a bad temper, grabbed his head and pushed his face directly into the still burning basin.
Zizzi
It's like grilling meat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing" the paws grabbing the clothes of George Smiley and pulling hard, but in the end the strength slowly relaxed.
The subordinates in Section 13 also swallowed.
The boss lives up to his claim: heavy metal of death!
This level of violence is straight up.
George Smiley stood up and stepped on the four-eyed boy's head, "You...who wants to die? Who wants to live?"
He grabbed a woman's collar, and the white flowers inside could be seen clearly, but he was not in the mood to look at this, his eyes were fierce.
"Tell me what's written in it, or else...I'll send you to the kennel of a male in heat!"
The woman stopped breathing and trembled with fear.
This group of people is not good enough and they don’t even have the courage to commit suicide.
Being so frightened by the other party made me burst into tears.
George Smiley decisively put a bullet in her head and looked at the next person, "Stop talking nonsense! Tell me! CNMD!"
"It's...the Mexican military and political officials who are cooperating with us."
"Thanks!"
Boom!
George Smiley shot again. He actually wanted to kill everyone else, but these people were still useful, so he had to get the useful information out first.
Then…
Just wait to die.
On the other side, James Ryan and the police officers surrounded the Spanish office in Tijuana.
The gun was pointed at the door.
"If anyone comes out, I will beat him to death!"
The Spaniards were shocked!
"What are these people going to do?! Make a phone call to protest and give Mexican President Cua Uquemot a car to protest. This is a provocation to Spain." The white-haired diplomat sitting in the office shouted angrily.
"Sir... maybe, Demetrius failed." The military attache standing in front of him didn't look very good either.
Of course they knew about the plan to "subvert Victor."
Aren't embassies and offices just places that provide some help to one's own intelligence agencies?
To end the dictator's rule in the country, Juan Carlos I, an upright king in his prime, wanted to make a contribution. He eradicated Francisco Franco's old forces internally. Even in the face of an armed coup in 1981, They were all calm and calm, and it was resolved without any armed conflict.
Externally, he wanted to restore Spain's imperial glory.
Brother, the UK next door has turned into a miserable country.
What people lack most is self-knowledge.
Spain also wants to control Africa remotely through its two enclaves in Africa. What's more, Mexico, a country with a better geographical location, wants to increase its voice.
Suddenly a line came to mind.
"You can make money, but you can't control power."
After hearing the military attache's words, the diplomat's expression became a little ugly. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his face turned pale. "What do you think, Victor, what will he do to us? Will he kill us all? Or..."
The military attache looked at the other party like this and frowned in disgust. The other party was from the old era of Francisco Franco. He had experienced the "Spanish Military Government" at least. As for hearing Victor, was it so scary?
But it seems that Francisco didn't directly shoot people to death or invent the "Humming" method.
"I don't know." The military attache shook his head and squinted, "But I think if he was a normal person, he would not cause diplomatic disputes. At most, he would just be driven away."
"Then what if it's not normal..."
Well...we must die, right?
"Please remember that you are a Spanish diplomat, sir, and you represent our face..."
Lie down... tu tu tu tu tu...! !
Before the military attaché finished speaking, he heard the sound of gunshots and subconsciously lay down on the ground in the car. His eyes couldn't help flashing with panic. The diplomat, however, had already sat down on the ground and fell off his chair. down.
The two men watched in horror as the window shattered and left bullet holes in the wall.
The expressions of the two people suddenly looked as uncomfortable as eating shit.
Hold!
Shot fired!
The Mexicans really shot!
Dying, dying.
"Quick! I'm going to call Kwaukemot, you go contact the country, damn, madmen, they are all madmen!" the military attaché roared loudly.
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"Sir, I object to your anti-drug remarks!"
Victor looked at the words of the fat man in front of him and nodded with a smile, "Everyone has the right to express his opinion."
"You are depriving them of their right to make free choices, you are inciting violence, and you are not helping the local people make decisions in Tijuana, but forcing them to become your slaves!"
"Don't you know that growing cash crops has become the main source of income for ordinary people? Or, you don't care at all."
The fat man said a lot, but it was all nonsense.
And there are many people around who think it makes sense.
Just when Victor was about to start arguing with him, Jason Bourne ran to his ear and said to him, "Chief, there was an armed rebellion in Tijuana, but it was suppressed by Kennedy's people. He has been arrested now." It was the Spanish intelligence service that arrested the instigators behind this.”
He was shocked when he heard the previous words.
Damn it...I won't go into exile, right?
When he heard the second half of the sentence, he felt relieved instantly and frowned. This scene happened to be seen by the mayor of New York and others. He glanced at the man next to him. This seemed to be his The bodyguards are actually from the CIA, here to keep an eye on the other party.
Something must have happened just now.
"Mr. Victor, hey, please respect me." The fat man stretched out his hand and waved in front of the other party. Didn't he see Jason Bourne talking to him?
No manners at all!
Victor looked up at him.
“Drug legalization is the path Mexico should take, and you can completely let go of your armed forces. The United States will help you. Also, I think you need to apologize to some of the people you have hurt. Your actions have hurt their lives. "
What is the Henan dialect of Henan people?
"Apologise? To whom?" Victor asked, staring at him.
"Well, for example, the Benjamin brothers in Tijuana, they are just ordinary businessmen... They... OMG! Damn it, what are you doing!" Before the fat man could finish speaking, Victor grabbed the red wine next to him and threw it over, spreading it all over him. .
He rushed forward and gave him a beautiful uppercut on the chin. The opponent's body froze, and then he fell heavily to the ground. Victor mounted up and hit him hard in the face.
"Apologise?! Fuck you! I told you to talk nonsense!"
"Quick! Pull him away." The mayor of New York shouted from the side, and Tom Cruise and Spielberg quickly went up to hold him.
And New York real estate queen Leona Helmsley looked at the hormones emanating from him.
Eyes glowing.
After punching twice hard, he stood up and looked at everyone next to him, pulled off his clothes, and said with a sinister smile, "Everyone here knows me, and they should know me. When it comes to drugs, I Very unhappy, and... I like to use violence. I am a superstitious person. If someone speaks good words for drug dealers, they may have many accidents, or hang themselves, or they may be struck by lightning. Of course, you can say it's me. Do it.”
"I admit these crimes."
"I am not saying these words to scare you, but to tell you that my words are really effective."
Victor glanced at them, and finally stared at the ground, "Who is this person?"
"Chris Farley!"
"What a disgusting name."
A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat on the fat man's face.
I didn’t kill you because Victor didn’t have a gun.
Um…
There is no ashtray either.
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