Chapter 233 Guzman's military expansion!

Chapter 233 Guzman's military expansion!

Chihuahua, "Madeira"!

In 1521, Mexico became a Spanish colony, and many reclamation groups came here and gathered here. Madeira was one of the earliest Hispanic gathering places.

Now hundreds of years have passed, those Hispanic descendants have long been localized and started small businesses, such as drug trafficking and kidnapping for ransom.

And because the geographical location of this place is very special, when the Tijuana drug cartel was here, it often had conflicts with local drug dealers, so the folk customs here are generally relatively tough.

He wouldn't say something so gentle, "What are you looking at?"

I'll give you three shots when I come up.

Although it is a small town, homicides are prominent in Mexico every year.

But since the war with the anti-narcotics force.

The Sinaloa Group, which occupies the state of Chihuahua, dispatched a gunner group of about 200 people to station here just to keep an eye on the opposite side.

After the defeat of Sonora State, the anti-drug troops did not continue to move south, which made them relax.

Good guy…

You just said that your squad leader was killed?

Before any explanation could be given, they were immediately fired upon.

Damn it, you should listen to my explanation!

That's just a sheep, a sheep!

Anti-narcotics force: Damn it, you dare to kill my sheep.

Thousands of artillery fires covered the town, which instantly destroyed the town.

"Quick! Hide in the air-raid shelter!"

There was a lot of panic on the streets of the town.

There were people running everywhere, like headless flies. Before they could take two steps, they were suddenly hit on the head by cannonballs falling from the sky. The successive explosions sent many people flying "flying", leaving broken limbs everywhere. fly.

"Ahhhh!!! Help! Help me!!"

A drug dealer wearing short sleeves and a tiger head embroidered on his shoulder shouted in pain. He raised his head and saw his lower body... His pupils shrank, and his tone was filled with panic, panic and hesitation.

The bottom is gone!

It was blown away directly from the bottom of the thigh.

Oh shit, I don’t know if I can still use my penis.

It should be fine, people like Hawking can mess around. Skill: Indestructible!

However, this guy looks a little serious. The intestines inside are exposed. It is extremely oxidized and turns black instantly. If you don’t believe it, you can pull out your intestines and see if it is contaminated with air...it will quickly become infected without treatment. will become bad.

The drug dealer howled in despair, but no one stopped to help him.

What a joke.

The anti-drug troops are coming in, they are going to die, they are going to die!

In the end, the drug dealer could only open his eyes and fall to the ground without closing his eyes.

"Quick! Call the headquarters and ask for reinforcements!" The little leader standing here roared hoarsely, as if he was going to invite Grandpa Sun.

A phone call went directly to Culiacan in Sinaloa.

In one of the busiest buildings in the city center, the lights are brightly lit.

The support number from "Madeira" goes directly here.

The Mexican branch of the North American Narcotics Association is also the so-called base camp, from where any targeted activities of drug traffickers are sent.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A man in a suit with a big beard hurried towards Guzman's office. He was about to open the door directly, but he put his hand on the handle, paused, hesitated, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

When there was a sound inside, he pushed the door in and saw Guzman sitting inside at a glance. He was sitting behind the boss's desk. He could clearly see that he was kneeling on the ground wearing stockings. His face could not be seen clearly, but It should be a woman.

You can't be a man wearing stockings, right?

"What's going on?" Guzman asked with a grin on his face.

The man who ran in said hurriedly, "Victor's anti-narcotics force is attacking the border town of Madeira, Andre is asking for support!"

"OH! Fuck!"

Guzman suddenly screamed and grabbed the woman's head, "You bit me, bitch!"

Under the horrified gaze of the other party, he grabbed the hammer next to him...yes, the hammer placed beside the table, and smashed the other party on the head.

It was like opening a coconut, but after all, the skull was hard-mouthed. It was not broken, but it was dented.

Guzman was dissatisfied and continued to thrust several times. After the other party was covered in blood, he let go and lifted up his pants.

Recently... his personality has become increasingly violent.

He heard that Victor liked to hit people with ashtrays, so he felt that he must be better than him, so he prepared a hammer.

Not to mention, smash it down, it will really relieve your stress!

"Say it again." Guzman turned to look at the little brother and said.

The opponent's Adam's apple rolled, "Ma...Madeira is under bombardment and needs reinforcements."

"Which team is closest over there?"

"The "17th Regiment of God's Masters" located on the border of Sinaloa is over there."

Guzman is very capable. After he returned to Mexico, he integrated the drug dealers under the three major drug trafficking groups, collectively called: God Master.

Meaning: I am God!

He has 20 regiments, each with about 4,200 people. There are about 84,000 people here, most of whom are drug dealers who have been trained in long-term gun battles.

Not to mention, in addition to the "regular army", there is also the "Imperial Association Army". This group of people is known to the outside world as: "Shu Te Kutli!"

The god of fire in Aztec mythology!

The main personnel are local associations, unemployed farmers, and ordinary people recruited locally, numbering approximately 60,000 people.

There is also "Los Zetas", which is a special forces unit that specializes in special infiltration.

After being maimed before, more than 1,000 people were now added, a mixture of good and bad, including American soldiers, Southeast Asian monkeys, West African special forces, European ronin and others.

The consultants of these units are all professional soldiers who are hired at high prices and have professional qualities. However, they are all retired. There is even an American brigadier general among them.

Guzman made an offer he couldn't refuse.

The number of directly affiliated troops alone exceeds 100,000. NMD seems to be under a lot of pressure. If it were another Latin American country, it might really be a nation.

But this is Mexico.

Have you asked Victor about his opinion on Mexico?

In addition, Abrego of Gulf Group, one of Mexico’s three largest giants, is contacting Chiapas Indian farmers.

This state... is extremely dissatisfied with the government. Basic rights are not guaranteed. The state authorities use high-pressure and violent methods to deal with the Indians, ignoring their requirements for owning land, receiving education, and using their own language.

In addition, local tribal forces and large plantation owners often invade and plunder the original Indian territories, and ethnic and social conflicts occur from time to time.

Mexico's modernization failed to benefit the Indians in Chiapas. Instead, it made the original land problems more serious and poverty increased.

There are almost a million people in this group of traditional Indians.

Of course, Guzman does not have the ability to recruit them all, but according to the plan, they can be allowed to carry out armed rebellion!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

You are being squeezed so miserably, and I will provide you with weapons so that you can challenge the authorities and pose a threat to the Mexican government.

Guzman is very sinister.

"My order! The 17th Regiment is approaching Chihuahua, and the 16th Regiment takes over its defensive duties. They bomb us, and we bomb them too. Call the heavy artillery battalion from the Fuerte River to bomb it!"

really……

The tone is different.

They were beaten and howling before, but now they have heavy artillery battalions.

This is thanks to Ochoa of the Medellin Group. The arms dealer he provided was very reliable.

Guzman proposed to buy weapons, and the other party was very happy and said that as long as you pay, I will transport T55 to you in the United States.

He spent $900 million and bought a bunch of stuff.

The first batch is 12 B-4 heavy howitzers with a caliber of 203mm. This is a gift...

That's right, add the head.

The antiques from World War II cannot be used by Africans. It would be good if Nico’s brain capacity can distinguish between east, west and north.

And other civilized countries looked down upon it, and it was almost rotten in the warehouse. When Victor Bute saw Guzman so readily put in the initial payment of 200 million US dollars, he also readily gave away the B-4 heavy howitzer. .

There are also 12 2A36 "Hyacinth B" towed howitzers, caliber: 152 mm.

These 24 artillery pieces formed the first heavy artillery battalion of Mexican drug traffickers.

Damn it!

It also completely marks that Mexico's anti-drug war has become more intense and has completely evolved into a local war. Drug traffickers have also transformed from "paramilitary organizations" to anti-government forces with "rebellious capabilities"!

Furry bear…

Sending gifts to the world.

Upon hearing Guzman's order, the younger brother immediately said yes and ran outside to convey the order.

The former thought for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hi, Mr. Guzman, why are you calling me so late?" A hearty smile sounded from the other side.

"But, how long do we need the rest of the goods?"

"It has been wandering around the ocean for about three days. Don't worry, the six MiG-29 fighters in your cargo are also ready. An aerial demonstration team from the Soviet Union will arrive in Cuba in about six days. At that time, this batch of weapons will be transported to your site through channels, and I will also be equipped with 4 engineers. You don’t have to worry at all. There is no additional cost for this.”

have a look!

What is service.

CNMD, when people sell airplanes, they bring free shipping and engineers to the scene. If you sell seafood, you have to buckle and swish.

In fact, Victor Bute also felt that business was not easy to do.

Mao Xiong has 4 million regular troops, 12 million reserve troops, 193 heavy mechanized divisions, and 89 mechanized infantry divisions. He serves certain people.

But it's not just him.

He needs to satisfy the big shots with big orders himself.

Of course high rollers like Guzman are his favorites

Does he care where the other person goes?

You fucking put a tank into the White House, and he doesn't care about you.

Victor Bute could feel that there was a major problem in the country, and perhaps it would be disintegrated soon.

AK47 has become cheap. Now it only costs 72 rubles, or about 2 US dollars.

Guzman seemed very satisfied when he heard what the other party said, "But, I want to place another order, but I need it fast. I don't want to wait a week or two."

"Oh ho ho! Of course, what do you need? Now that the price of weapons has been reduced, if you buy six tanks, we will give you a command tank for free. Except that nuclear weapons cannot be sold "directly", you can ask for anything."

Victor Bute's eyes shone.

Guzman was in a good mood and asked, "Can we also use weapons-grade enriched uranium?"

He has also been paying more attention to weapon types recently. He can also speak some professional terms and knows the prices.

This thing is very valuable. Let's put it this way. When it was thrown into Europe, many people clamored for it.

The other party has a card, but only for two or three seconds, "How many do you need?"

? ? ? ? ?

Guzman's eyes widened immediately, "Fuck!" Is it really possible?

"I...I was just kidding, man, hahaha." He chuckled.

Victor Bute let out a disappointed sound.

I thought I could sell that pile of junk.

"Bring me another 700 million U.S. dollars in goods, and I'll give you the weapons, but I need air defense and ground equipment, okay?"

Large Orders!

Super big order!

Victor Bute felt like he was exposing himself, "Of course, no problem, Mr. Guzman, do you need elite soldiers?"

"What?"

"More than 200 soldiers of the "Dzerzhinsky" Combat Division have retired from active service. I have a good relationship with their generals. I hope I can find them a job. Do you need them? They can drive tanks and control ground weapons."

"A person only needs an intermediary fee of 600 US dollars, but you need to bear the travel expenses, and you need to negotiate the salary."

Guzman now has no idea what he should say.

Big brother…

You're the best friend of a drug society.

"Yes! There is no problem with the salary, but I also hope they can help me as soon as possible. I am fighting with the anti-drug forces in Mexico and I need people urgently."

"Victor?" Victor Butt asked with raised eyebrows.

"you know?"

"Of course, he reminded me of Friedrich Wilhelm Victor Albert von Hohenzollern (William II). Coincidentally, they both had the name Victor, and they were both cruel!"

Guzman had never heard of this name, and he had never read a book. He didn't know what the purpose of such a long name was.

"So, I need a lot of people. You can help me move an armored division here. I can definitely afford it."

Victor Bute was very happy, "As long as you need it, it's no problem."

As long as you have enough money, they can all retire within an hour.

Don’t think it’s an exaggeration. After the millennium, many rich countries will be fat and have a piece of cloth on their heads. I am the richest in the world. They will still use T62 on the military parade ground, and everyone in Africa will use T72. !

As long as you give me money, I won’t sell it without you.

I can't decide, someone above can.

With Victor Bout's assurance, Guzman hired him as the "HR" of the "North American Narcotics Association" to help recruit people who were willing to come to Mexico or Latin America to fight.

Best, those without moral obsessiveness.

Regardless, the country is starving to death, so where can I get mysophobia?

It won't be long before he carries it any longer and he will be buried.

The agency fee is US$200 for ordinary soldiers, US$600 for technicians, and up to US$2,000 for pilots.

For drug dealers, even transporting goods next door can recruit a lot of people.

They have plenty of money!

"But, do you sell production lines?"

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After Victor Bute hung up the phone, there was still a bit of unfinished happiness on his face.

Guzman is really great!

At least I spent more than 1.2 billion US dollars here.

This is a big customer.

He must not be allowed to die. If he dies, his performance will not be guaranteed.

Victor Bute hesitated for a moment and called a familiar general.

"Hey, Ambrolie, it's me, Butt, do you want to make money?"

"I need 2,000 professional soldiers!"

"Your armored division can't eat it? How many people can you eat? 600 people?" Victor Butt pondered for a moment, "How about giving you 1,000 rubles (about 30 US dollars) per person? Yes, I make money. Of course I will miss you, you are my good classmate.”

"Okay! No problem, what are you going to do?"

Victor Bute thought for a moment and said, "Go to Latin America to cause some trouble for the Americans and their lackeys."

"The salary is very high, including food and accommodation, just carry your bag, and you will get a pension when you die."

"Okay, then hurry up and complete the procedures. It will be dawn in three hours. I want it tomorrow."

"No problem, I'll treat you to a drink then."

After Victor Bute hung up the phone, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then he continued to call other generals he knew.

Guzman!

I have paid a lot for you.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, rich people can really do whatever they want.

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