Chapter 265 What kind of person is Elmencho? I won't allow him to be so presumptuous!
"Ahem~ Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Guadalajara, the capital of Jalisco.
Residents suddenly found that during the prime-time news, the hostess on TV was not a busty female host, but a strange man.
He looked ordinary and thin, but the sexiest thing was the two mustaches.
"Tsk! Change! Change, we want to see Johanna."
In a bar, a drunk alcoholic raised two middle fingers to the man above, and the female companion next to him was still laughing, which further stimulated him. He grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it at the TV.
The bartender next to him stretched out his hand, "Hi..."
But it was too late, fortunately he didn't hit the TV, but hit the wall.
"You're finished!" The bartender looked at the man and dodged to the side directly without hesitation.
"Finished? Hahaha, who is this bastard?" The drunkard drew his muscles with a pen, pretending to be a macho man, "If I meet him, I can beat him to death with one punch!"
His rampant look made people look sideways.
But the next second.
Bang!
The head exploded, and blood and brain matter immediately covered the female companion. The other party was stunned, and then she screamed with shaking all over!
See, this is dead muscle, which can't even withstand bullets. Why do you train muscles?
You still haven't trained well enough.
There is a strange man named Frank Richards who shot his stomach with a cannon, and it was fine?
This shows that you should eat less protein powder.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
It's like moaning in bed.
The shooter was a bar guest, wearing a flowered shirt, holding a Desert Eagle in his hand, pointing the gun at the woman, and also fired three shots!
After emptying the magazine, he walked away from the bar in a chic manner.
The blood was stained on the TV, just covering the face of the man on TV. He stood on a podium, holding both sides with his hands, looking at the camera, "I am El Mencho!"
The frightened guests who hid immediately understood.
That must be the gunman from Jalisco!
You are saying bad things about your big brother in front of his little brother, isn't that courting death?
This is El Mencho!!
He rarely appears on TV, but his Jalisco New Generation is well-known. The most famous one was when the son of a Mexican oil tycoon drove a luxury car to race and then blocked the road on the bridge.
Facing the police, several people were very arrogant. They just threw down a stack of money and left. The police couldn't do anything.
The arrogant look caused complaints from the people.
But there was no way, he was a rich second generation.
The Jalisco New Generation sent a letter saying, "You are embarrassing Jalisco, your behavior is simply a stupid provocation! This is our territory. If you are still stubborn, we will let your mouth kiss your ass."
The other party was scared to death.
His father spent a lot of money to hire bodyguards from the United States and built his home like a fortress.
Finally, the rich second generation couldn't stand it and apologized in front of the TV station. The matter ended. Since then, his father sent him to the United States to study.
The new generation of Jalisco is applauded. In addition to these, they also distribute medicines to local people, introduce jobs to the poor, and even ask them to pray if you are starving to death.
CJNG is more popular here than the Mexican government.
Do you think it's scary?
El Mencho knows how to manage the territory. Compared with those old-school drug lords such as Guzman and Abrego, he understands the importance of the local people better. He does not allow local gangs to bully ordinary people.
He even set rules.
"Violent things are solved by violence! Ordinary people solve their own problems!"
This greatly reduces the possibility of ordinary people being involved in violence, and many poor people can survive.
El Mencho is simply the reincarnation of Jesus in Jalisco.
With such skills, do you think other drug dealers can beat him?
Guadalajara also has an indulgent nightlife.
Everyone knows that the new generation of Jalisco will patrol, so there is no need to worry about safety.
"I am pleased to announce to you that I, El Mencho, will run for the mayoral post of Guadalajara, which will start in October!"
This news directly turned the whole city upside down.
Watfa?
Drug dealers are running for mayor? ! !
"I and the new generation of Jalisco will serve ordinary people wholeheartedly. We will improve public security, encourage children to go to school, and allow the elderly and orphans to enjoy life in welfare homes."
"I will personally take out 20 million US dollars every year to reward model figures in various positions."
"Ladies and gentlemen, please vote for me!"
"The new generation of Jalisco, bless you."
After El Mencho finished speaking, he took a step back humbly and bowed slightly.
The TV channel flashed and was cut off.
But this news immediately began to sweep.
At this time, the mayor of Guadalajara, who was sitting in the mayor's office, watched this scene with his mouth half open.
"Damn it, he's running for mayor, what about me? Should I go home and sell avocados?" The mayor laughed angrily.
The staff sitting next to him looked at him with a strange look.
It was as if he was saying... Daguo, why don't you resign.
We don't look like we can win.
If you win, can you still live?
There was a silence in the office.
Finally, the mayor took a deep breath and bowed his head dejectedly, "Please write a resignation report for me."
The staff also sighed. Although it seems ridiculous that El Mencho wants to run for mayor,...
This is Mexico. The system here is completely different. Mexico City has no reason and ability to interfere in local elections. If the people agree, then they really agree!
"What's the excuse?"
"Just say I'm sick and I don't have much time to live."
After the mayor said this, his spirit collapsed and he looked much older. After the two of them were silent for a moment, he said faintly, "I plan to go to the north."
"???! Go to Victor?"
The mayor nodded and smiled bitterly, "It's ridiculous that a city has fallen to the point of being managed by drug dealers."
"But...but, he..." The staff was at a loss, "Victor will kill people!"
"Will drug dealers not? Won't Americans?"
The mayor's question made the other party speechless instantly, "According to the new notice from the Northern Governor's Office, they welcome any official to join To the six northern provinces, and except for some extremely serious crimes, all people's sins will be forgiven. "
The staff heard the last sentence and muttered, "He is not Jesus."
"He is the Jesus of Mexico. If he says you are not guilty, you are not guilty!" The mayor looked at him deeply, "Maybe I could not be the mayor in the past, and I would even be demoted to an ordinary civil servant."
"But I don't have to worry anymore, Alessio. I don't have to worry about my wife and children being threatened by drug dealers on the way to work and school, and I don't have to worry about me dying tragically on Lake Chapala tomorrow because I don't take money. I can sleep comfortably every day."
The staff half opened his mouth when he heard this.
The two of them were classmates. They majored in history in college. They also entered the political arena with full blood at the beginning, trying to change fundamentally.
But they had no way...
You will die if you don't take the money.
You will die if you take his money but not mine!
You will die if you take the money but don't do the work!
If you are not satisfied with the work you do, you will die!
He is like a chicken sitting in the office waiting to be slaughtered by drug dealers and senior executives.
"Go, the truth of Mexico is in the north, come with me, Alessio, the Jesus of Mexico is in the north!"
The staff struggled with his eyes, and finally sighed and stood up, "Abufe, safe journey."
He walked out the door after he finished speaking.
The mayor's eyes were filled with sadness, and he covered his face, "Jalisco is finished!"
At this time, El Mencho, who had finished his speech, said to his younger brother Antonio Cervantes next to him, "You take the money to Mexico City and do everything you can to make the authorities cancel the bounty on me. Moreover, we must all join Mexico, but I have to keep my own weapons."
Antonio Cervantes frowned, "Can the Mexicans agree? Can Victor agree?"
"Victor is at most a warlord, he is not a government recognized by the Americans! And in Mexico City, the CIA will help us." El Mencho's eyes flickered.
His younger brother Antonio immediately shut up.
He knew that his brother had met with the CIA. No one knew what they talked about, but the CIA must have painted a lot of pie.
After the conversation, Antonio knew that his brother had asked his wife Valencia, who was in charge of money laundering, to transfer nearly 30 million US dollars to 21 anonymous accounts!
CIA is the new generation of protection umbrella for Jalisco.
"I'll go tomorrow."
"Be careful. If there is anything wrong, run immediately."
Antonio smiled and said, "Brother, don't worry, I'm a first-class escaper."
El Mencho always felt that his left eyelid was twitching, which was a bit unlucky, but he still patted his brother's shoulder and comforted him.
As long as he ran for mayor, he could use the power of the government to satisfy his own selfish desires!
CIA, you must be powerful!
…
In Tijuana. Victor's office.
Bring a submachine gun to the United Nations?
Nurnisha Carlis's cerebellum suddenly shrank.
What?
Are you going to shoot them all?
You might as well bring a plane full of ashtrays.
"I'm kidding, hahahaha, you have no sense of humor at all, Ms. Nurnisha." Victor saw that the other party was shocked and said with a smile.
The other person's facial muscles were stiff, and then he smiled awkwardly.
Squeak~
Victor opened the drawer, took out a check from it, and put it in front of her, "Thank you for the news, use this money to buy a cup of coffee."
Nurnisha Kallis looked down and saw the 50,000 US dollars written on it. The smile on her face instantly became very happy, "Why are you so polite."
She said it, but her body was very honest, and she skillfully put the check away.
Five thousand dollars to buy coffee, Victor is really generous!
The United Nations International Narcotics Control Board has no real power, who cares about you? You want to go to the local area to investigate the drug problem, and the local government doesn't even cooperate with you.
For example, when in Haiti, they were blackmailed by the Duvalier father and son, who asked them to sponsor them 2 million US dollars a year to go to the local area for investigation.
It's simply outrageous.
After receiving the money, Nurnisha Kallis became more enthusiastic, "This meeting may nominate the head of the upcoming Narcotics Control Bureau."
"Oh? So soon?" Victor frowned.
"Don't worry, I will say hello to the heads of the other two departments. We have the power to jointly nominate, but this..." Nurnisa made a gesture of asking for money.
"not a problem."
Victor moved the ashtray aside and pressed his elbows on the table, "One million, I want this nomination. If I win the election, each person will be given another one million US dollars!"
Nurnisa Kallis sat upright immediately, "No problem!"
She couldn't hold back the smile on her lips.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Money is everything in the Western world!
Dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, and the chief secretary, Miss Christa Schroeder, walked in with coffee, smoothed down her skirt, and half-crouched to serve Nurnisa Kalis the coffee, while Victor, who was sitting behind, At a glance, he could see the other party's... 36E breasts.
Pretty good~
And Krista Schroeder seemed to notice his gaze, raised her head, her eyes were seductive, and she even licked her lips.
? ? ? ?
Victor suddenly felt...an exciting feeling.
It's like an affair.
He finally understood why the "zipper door" scandal occurred. It would be difficult for any man to deal with it.
"Sir, your coffee." Krista Schroeder stood up, put the coffee on the table and looked at him.
"Thank you." Victor smiled, sipped his coffee and pretended to be nonchalant.
Over there, Ernysa Kallis was thinking about making money, so she devoured the coffee in one gulp, stood up, said goodbye and left.
As soon as she left, Krista Schroeder couldn't wait to turn over the sign in Victor's office.
【do not disturb! 】
Then under Victor's gaze, he sat directly on it.
"This is the office!"
"Aren't you...exciting?" Krista Schroeder winked at him, grabbed his hand and put it on her leg, slowly moving up.
Victor's breathing gradually became heavier.
He immediately picked up Krista Schroeder and put her on the table. He went to pull the cabinet with his right hand, but was held down by the other party, "Don't, don't wear it!"
"Victor, I want to give you a baby."
Krista Schroeder hugged his neck with her hands and whispered softly in his ear.
Then let’s do it!
Victor was so wolf-like that he shook the table to pieces, and for fear of being heard by colleagues outside, Krista Schroeder bit his tie and made a grunting sound.
About forty minutes later.
Victor sat on the chair with a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes dull.
Krista Schroeder bit her lip, tied her hair, and threw the tissues on the table into the trash.
Sure enough, there were only exhausted cows and no damaged fields.
"Turn over your martial arts when you go out." Victor said to her, and the other party looked back, smiled, and left on high heels.
Victor laughed and shook his head.
In fact, it would be good to have a child.
If she is really pregnant, then her career will be considered a successor.
Victor is already "high", you can't let him hand over his career to others. ,
The monarchy is illegal.
But the "Victor System" is not illegal.
Just when he was thinking wildly, Jason Bourne knocked on the door and walked in, "Mr."
He suddenly frowned and smelled the smell of heather. Then he looked at the trash can on the ground and saw another piece of paper falling out.
It became clear immediately.
But Jason Bourne didn't see it. As a confidant, what you have to do is not to talk too much, but to be loyal!
"What's wrong?"
“Our intelligence shows that Guzman was captured by El Mencho of Jalisco, but he has not announced this news to the public for the time being. Instead, he announced that he will run for the new mayor of Guadalajara. "
"He's running for mayor?" Victor raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll run for the president of Mexico!"
Jason Bourne stood silently.
If Mr. Governor wants to be the boss of Mexico, does he still need to run for office?
If he wasn't afraid of the reaction of the Americans next to him, he would be able to do New Mexico by himself now.
Not to prevent division, Governor Victor is simply too great.
"I disagree!"
"If he succeeds in running for mayor of Guadalajara, then our efforts and struggles will be like a joke. You ask the news department to write a very harsh article... No, I will write it myself."
Victor picked up the pen and started writing quickly. He was obviously in a very unhappy mood.
What does it mean if your drug dealer runs for election?
Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?
Did Victor approve your becoming a Buddha?
This is "illegal laundering".
"Here! Take it and let it be announced to the public that if he dares to run for Elmen Bridge, I will make their mother regret giving birth to him!"
Jason Bourne took it and glanced at it, raising his eyebrows, "Yes!"
"The different versions must be announced word for word."
"clear."
Victor picked up the cigar and held it in his mouth, suddenly feeling dull.
"Fuck XXX!"
…
Half an hour later, the press staff of the Governor's Palace in northern Mexico held a press conference.
A middle-aged man walked onto the stage, and the spotlights of reporters below him kept flashing.
He took a deep breath, spread out the paper, twitched his brows, and read on.
"You bastard El Mencho, you bastard drug dealer, dare to steal the power of Mexico? Who gave you the courage!"
"If you dare to run for mayor of Guadalajara, the 34 million people under the Northern Governor's Office will not agree, the 400,000 soldiers of the anti-drug force will not agree, and the sacrificed police and soldiers will not agree either!"
"Let me tell you, if the mayor of Guadalajara turns out to be you, I will personally lead the soldiers to crush the new generation of Jalisco. Everyone will be killed, including your whole family. Please believe that my soldiers and I have the ability to do this!"
"The great Governor Victor questioned the lowly El Mencho on September 3, 1990!"
This sentence was added by the Ministry of Information.
They think this sentence is very charming.
It would be even better if he could be the King of Victoria.
After the spokesperson finished speaking, he left with his head held high, without giving reporters a chance to ask questions.
But the reporters were equally excited.
They can't wait to see how the new generation of Jalisco responds.
"Victor, still so reckless!" an American reporter sighed.
"If you have so many elite soldiers, you can say that to anyone." His companion said with a smile.
"Does he really have 400,000 soldiers?"
"Of course not!"
"No!" A very young Mexican reporter next to them interrupted them and stared at them, "Sir Victor has 34 million soldiers. In order to kill drug dealers, all of us are willing to sacrifice our lives!"
"That's right!"
"That's right!"
The Mexican reporters next to them stood up, one, two, three...more and more.
They had firm faces and were all young.
"Long live Victor, drug dealers and drugs will be tried!"
"Hi! Long live!"
Several American reporters were shocked by this scene and their scalps were numb.
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