Chapter 241 I can’t bear to fight with Victor.
"At 9 a.m. on August 10, 1990, the anti-drug forces killed the leader of the Sinaloa drug cartel, Gomez Loera, the leader of the 17th Regiment of the Divine Master..."
On TV.
The female reporter with blond hair has a broad mind and is working hard on the manuscript.
The female reporters at Tijuana TV are all "biutfo".
There is a seven of hearts hanging next to the TV. There is a picture on it. Gomez Loera looks like a dead ghost, and he looks like he will not live long.
On that pattern, draw a big X!
"The External Propaganda Department of the Anti-Narcotics Force stated that Gomez Loera will be removed from the new playing cards, and the specific replacement personnel will be added within 24 hours."
"Furthermore, the bounty for all personnel in the Spades sequence will be increased by 1 million U.S. dollars, and Guzman's bounty for Ace of Spades will be as high as 45 million U.S. dollars!"
The news circulated in several cities in Sonora and Baja California.
Many people saw it.
This news is nothing.
But that 45 million US dollars is deeply stimulating the nerves of some people.
What could you do with the money in 1990?
You can buy a mansion in the most prosperous area of New York, and then hire Filipino maids, drivers, and gardeners. It can also solve 99% of the problems in your life. You can even be a VIP in many banks.
The local upper class in New York will welcome you to join.
Just take out Guzman.
A leap in wealth and class can be achieved in one's life.
It's not like no one has done it.
But...the people who have done it are currently not in the service area.
Just when will Tiandi Bank open its business?
These are the kinds of news you would not be able to receive in Chihuahua and Sinaloa, on their TV channels.
This is how the people see it.
"The ground troops of the barbarian tyrant Victor were defeated, killing and wounding more than 2,000 people. One regiment commander was killed, and Kennedy Heisenberg was seriously injured!"
One country, several channels, this is simply an insult to Emperor Wei!
However, it is Guzman who is the most angry now.
Things in his office were smashed again.
"Waste! Waste!"
He cursed loudly in the large flat floor of more than 100 square meters, "On such a large battlefield, the missile hit him directly. Does he have a GPS on his head or an antenna on his butt?"
None of the other confidants dared to say a word. Only Arturo bent down to pick up an ashtray and put it on the table. "Boss, the 17th Regiment did not suffer much losses. Rearrange people to replace Gomez Loe." Just pull the position.”
"Is there anyone else in the Loera family?" Guzman said with a frown.
His cousins, cousins, etc. are all dead and running away, and there is still some shit under his hands.
Is it fortress Juarez and the Gulf Group?
It would be better for Guzman to take command himself.
"Let the American advisers take temporary charge. The 17th Regiment will retreat to Dunsavi City in Sinaloa for repairs. The 19th Regiment, the 3rd Regiment and the heavy artillery battalion will be pulled up. We must snatch this triangle back. If the goods piled up in the warehouse cannot get out, , we can only go around in one circle.”
The warehouse is full of goods NMD.
Several transportation channels in the north are directly blocked by Victor. If Madeira is occupied again, Sinaloa, the "hub" of the triangle and the gathering place for drugs, will be even more difficult.
It can only be reached by sea or in a circuit from the southern states.
The goods can be shipped, but the cost has only increased, at least 20% more.
It's all money here.
The most important thing is that without them, drug addicts in the United States will not be able to survive. Guzman is a good seller who considers his "customers".
We will never pass it off as good quality, nor will we use alum and rock sugar to pretend to be drugs. That is all fraud.
When doing business, it's all about comparing one's heart to one's heart.
He understands what drug dealers want.
It is said that many people have called the Sinaloa drug cartel, hoping that they will ship the goods quickly.
Arturo nodded, and when he was about to leave, he heard a knock on the door.
"Get out! Get out!" Guzman shouted toward the outside.
The voices outside paused, and then a trembling voice said, "Sir, there is something... no, it is goods, but it is not..."
"Get in."
Arturo went up to open the door and saw a young man standing at the door, holding a box in his hands and looking like his dead father.
"What?" Guzman said, frowning.
"It's something that Tijuana Freight Company will deliver quickly, and it says your signature is written on it." The younger brother placed it tremblingly on the ground, nodded and bowed to the elder brother, "Sir, I, I have something else to do, I'll go and get busy first."
Guzman waved his hand, and the other person ran away quickly.
Arturo looked at his back, frowning, and then looked at the unpacked package on the ground. His sixth sense made him feel a little depressed.
"open to take a look."
A boy rushed forward with quick eyesight and quick hands. When he opened it, he saw a thigh lying sideways with a bow on it, and a greeting card that read: Guzmanyour mother's leg!
The little brother who opened the box was so sweaty.
Damn it!
As soon as he trembled, the hysterical roar of the boss could be heard next to him.
Guzman pushed him away and knelt on the ground. He looked at the leg and saw a black spot on the right back of the ankle. This was his mother's leg. He immediately shouted, "Mom!" Mother!"
Beat your chest and stamp your feet!
The younger brothers stood aside and looked at the boss like this, swallowed their saliva, and then looked at Arturo, who also had a serious expression.
Ruined.
Guzman is a mama’s boy!
Because his mother reportedly said that the bed he lived in was uncomfortable, he flew a bed from the United States that was said to be exactly the same as the one in the White House. He was a dutiful son.
Arturo also knew that in order to get his wife back, Guzman even planned to bow to the Mexican government. As long as you return his wife, he is willing to donate 100 million U.S. dollars to the government, and as long as the territory actually controlled by the Sinaloa Group will not be removed within a year. There have been repeated attacks against government personnel.
But that hasn’t been discussed yet.
Tijuana will send a leg first.
Arturo couldn't even comfort him.
Guzman, who was crying loudly, hugged the leg, with red paper spread underneath, and written in Spanish: Please don't cry, you still have one leg.
"Victor!"
"Victor!!!"
Guzman roared angrily.
The large flat glass seemed to be shattered by him.
But what's the use of calling you that?
Victor's parents are both dead, and there is no weakness at all.
It’s over.
There will be no more peace in Mexico.
Arturo is a little confused. Guzman can't even protect his wife. Is there really a future?
Of my four brothers, only two are left...
"Hey"
He didn't know where the road was and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Guzman gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes were scarlet, showing that he was forcing himself to calm down, "Pause the bombardment of Madeira."
He paused for a moment, with a sense of loneliness in his tone, "Call Victor, I want to talk to him."
He's still not ruthless enough.
Isn’t it mom?
If you die, get another one, and let your dad find another one.
No courage at all.
How to fight Victor?
Langley, Virginia, USA.
"You mean, Uday Hussein was arrested in Mexico?" FBI boss Floyd I. Clark asked the employee in front of him in astonishment.
Afraid that the other party wouldn't understand, he emphasized again, "Saddam's son?"
The confidant employee standing in front of him nodded, also a little dumbfounded, "According to Victor's intention, Saddam wanted to unite other countries to join forces against the United States, but he refused, and then directly kidnapped the person and asked the FBI to Go pick someone up.”
Floyd I. Clark's face was as indescribable as if he had eaten shit.
Are there any such outrageous operations?
Mexico should indeed be "classified" into the anti-American camp. More than 2 million square kilometers of land have been occupied by the United States. It is definitely impossible not to feel resentful.
But isn’t it stupid for you to go to Mexico yourself to win over others?
But then I thought about it.
What kind of brain can a person who killed his father's bodyguard have?
Bodyguard Kamel Hanna Jajjo has saved Si Damu's life three times. Even at the last moment, he was sent to watch over his son, hoping that he would not cause trouble. In addition to being a bodyguard, he is also a brother.
But such a confidant was killed by him.
Floyd I. Clark was fond of Eastern history, and he remembered a little story.
In ancient times, there was a person named Li Ji in the East. Her son was Liu Rong, the prince, the son of Liu Qi, Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty. One day the emperor was about to die and he expressed his true feelings to Li Ji.
But this bitch didn't know what was wrong, so she just said, "Old dog!"
The dying Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty got up immediately, deposed the prince, and imprisoned Li Ji.
History and reality are full of stupid and arrogant people.
When Amin of Uganda was in power, he wrote a love letter to the Queen of England, asking for her underwear, and even wanted her to marry him, but he said that not in the UK because according to Africa, men are superior to women, and she had to follow him back to Africa. .
Moreover, she is not the oldest, she can only be the youngest because she has an older wife above her.
My butt feels numb.
During World War II, the Italian army surrendered en masse because they could not open ammunition boxes.
The world is just a big grassroots team. It’s not that you are awesome, it’s that your colleagues are trash!
Things you think are impossible actually happen.
"Director, do we want it?" the employee asked softly.
"Yes! Why not? The United States is at war with Iraq, and Uday will definitely be of great use."
"But this kind of thing is done by the CIA. I'm afraid..."
Floyd I. Clark stared, "What are you afraid of? It's not like the FBI went to Mexico to arrest people, they were arrested by the Mexican people. When the time comes, you can send Victor some banners and some bonuses."
"Victor wants to have purchasing power in the US military factory..." the employee said with a sneer.
Floyd looked up at him, and the other man blinked.
"He made it very clear on the phone that he hoped we could contact him."
"The right to purchase arms? Can't we just let him negotiate with the arms dealers?" Floyd blurted out.
The employee looked at him and said, "Mexico is too close."
Yeah, too close...
Many things are inconvenient.
The Pentagon is unlikely to agree.
"If the negotiation goes down, he is willing to give us this amount." The confidant employee made a gesture with his palm, which meant half a million US dollars.
The two of them worked together.
When we served as the CIA's European office, the two of us had a lot of money. If you didn't take it, how could I get it? I won’t take it? How can Commissioner Geng get it? If Commissioner Geng doesn’t take it, how can you and I make progress?
Do you think this position of director is obtained by begging?
Floyd put his hands on his waist and walked around the office. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll contact the White House right away."
"Director, you should inform the Attorney General." The employee whispered, "He has the weight of words in front of the President. If you go directly, the CIA will make a fuss. Maybe we won't get any credit, and they will say that we interfered with overseas layout."
"Push all the responsibility to Victor."
Floyd looked embarrassed, thought about it, and cursed angrily, "Damn CIA!"
His illegitimate son is not as valuable as his legitimate son.
"I remember that the military will transport a batch of weapons to Mexico tomorrow? When the time comes, you will go with them and have a secret talk with Victor."
"Launder my money."
This sentence is the key point.
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