Chapter 301 Do you want my wealth? Come and save me!
"Dear viewers, here are reporters from the Mexican News Agency reporting for you."
A blonde girl with blue eyes stood in front of the camera with a microphone, "The Northern Army launched a thunderous attack on drug dealers yesterday and captured El Mencho, the new generation talker of Jalisco, alive in the Guadalajara Workhouse! "
"This is the first drug trafficker leader to be captured alive since the Northern Army launched the "Northern Recapture Plan."
Roar~! !
Just as the reporter was broadcasting seriously, a strong man with icons painted on his face burst into the camera holding a flag.
Pointing at his profile in the camera, he muttered, "Kill the drug dealers! Protect Mexico! Protect Victor!!"
"Hi Victor!"
The female reporter smiled helplessly, but also cheered.
This flag-carrying organization is a new organization, composed of some retired soldiers from the Northern Army, progressive youths, and many cultural figures.
They called: "Mexico of the New Era!"
This organization is very interesting. Article 1: Be loyal to Victor and believe that Governor Victor is the only savior of Mexico.
The integrity is written in the regulations.
Therefore, they are also called: Victory Faction and Northern Faction. They often win in street fights with Southern Faction.
And because there are many retired soldiers, we have a good relationship with the military.
Coupled with the hawkish style, the number of people has increased rapidly, and it is said that it now exceeds 3,000!
Ordinary people still dare not offend them.
They also have a main responsibility, volunteering to patrol the streets for those who disrespect Victor.
Once discovered, they are all sent to the police station, a bit like...the stormtroopers in World War II? ?
Some people also say that the main leader behind this organization is Casare Gonzalez, Victor's close comrade-in-arms and one of the founders of the Northern Army.
After the strong man carrying the flag left the camera, the female reporter quickly resumed her rhythm, obviously having good journalistic qualities, "Now we see that this is the street of Tepic, the capital of Nayarit state, and behind her are people The crowd who came after hearing the news exceeded 300,000 witnesses!”
"They are waiting for the drug dealer El Mencho to come into the city and face trial!"
Suddenly, the crowd was in an uproar, and then they saw a group of people pushing forward. Fortunately, there were more police and soldiers to maintain order, otherwise there would have been a stampede.
"Hurry, hurry, El Mencho has entered the city!"
This is live.
Tens of millions of people in Tijuana, El Cillo, Mexicali, Culiacan, Guadalupe Island, hundreds of cities in six states, all watched at the same time!
Mexicali. National Guard 223rd Regiment mess hall.
Santos, who was wearing a military uniform with the rank of private, frowned.
They came to practice as outstanding students of the Victor Military Academy on Guadalupe Island.
"I always feel as if everyone is very polite to me." He said to the little boy Canpost in front of him, who was struggling with the chicken legs. Hearing this, he was startled, "Isn't this good?"
"certainly!"
"I don't want to be the exception. I applied for the military academy to save Mexico. This makes me very uncomfortable, but I just don't know why." Santos said in a low voice.
Canpost looked at him like that, hesitated for a moment, and looked around, "Don't forget who your godfather is."
Santos was stunned.
"The general was baptized for you, which is something that many people would not envy."
In the holy religion, the relationship between godfather and godson is not a random name, but a specific father-son relationship. Once this relationship is determined, it cannot be changed even if the godfather dies.
In other words, if Victor really dies, Santos even has the right to inherit!
Politics itself is a product of inheritance.
No matter how small this hope is, it is possible. As long as it is possible, his identity will be different.
Campost could understand the discomfort he was feeling. Young people are very proud and don't want to be labeled as someone.
After taking a bite of the chicken leg, he said, "Actually, there is a way. As long as you get the best results in future training, I believe everyone will respect you. The best way to break the label of being a relational person is your own strength!"
Santos thought for a moment and thought this was a good idea. He smiled and patted Canposte on the shoulder, "You are right, your head is better. When I become a general in the future, I will let you be my dog-headed strategist. "
"Go, go, you will be a general, I want to be a marshal!"
While the two were chatting, they heard cheers coming from the TV. When they raised their heads, they saw a camera looking down.
This was taken from a helicopter.
There were people down there, flags flying, at least everyone from Tepic was here.
The camera zooms in.
A motorcade drove in from the city gate, fully armed, with a special cage in the middle?
The embarrassed El Mencho was tied up with a rope.
Under Victor's hands, drug dealers have no dignity. The so-called human rights are for human beings, not bastards.
Bang~
An egg smashed over from the roadside, hitting El Mencho directly in the face.
He raised his head fiercely, looked around, and stood up unhappily and cursed around him.
His expression looked like he wanted to eat everyone!
The crowd was a little frightened by his appearance, but were soon hit with more eggs.
The whole person is covered with egg white!
The area around the motorcade was crowded, and the police tried their best to clear the way, but they were still afraid that El Mencho would be beaten to death.
He is notorious in Mexico. He likes to broadcast the video after killing people, so that many people tremble when they hear his name.
The convoy escorted him to the city hall in Tepic.
He will be tried there!
El Mencho's breathing was very rapid, and the egg white slid down his face and into his mouth, which was a bit bitter.
His palms were tightly clenched.
No!
He can't just sit there and wait for death.
He doesn't want to die.
He still has a lot of money in his bank account!
It's so sad that people die and the money is gone. He still has to control his drug empire!
He likes to see others wailing, but it doesn't mean he will be tortured and killed.
With Victor's bastard character, he will definitely kill himself!
He can't die!
He still has many dreams, and he is still young!
When the convoy turned a corner and was about to reach the city hall, he saw many reporters reporting on the roadside.
He knew that his chance was here.
Swish!
He stood up suddenly and pulled the chain on his body, and the movement fixed everyone's eyes on him.
"I don't want to die! One billion! Whoever can save me, I will give him one billion US dollars! Anyone, any organization, as long as they can save me, I will give him money!!"
El Mencho's voice spread out like a heart-wrenching voice.
One billion? ! ! US dollars? !
18.5 billion pesos? ! !
The crowd was strangely and briefly silent, and everyone looked at him in amazement.
Even the relatives of the victims he killed showed... greed!
The cafeteria of the 223rd Regiment was also unusually quiet.
Santos could feel the heavy breathing of his comrades behind him.
"He can give one billion US dollars?"
Campost looked at him, "The new generation of Jalisco controls the drug business in several states, so it should be... no, it must be possible, otherwise why would so many people become drug dealers."
Santos' face suddenly showed worry. This is going to be a disaster. I'm afraid many people will have ideas.
CIA Director Richard James Kerr stared at the TV in his office and broke the cigar in his hand.
His eyes revealed the greed of a beast!
His mouth was shaking, one billion US dollars.
If he could make some of this money, he could be a rich man after retirement, if he paid his employees.
Maybe it would be a little difficult for him to overthrow George H.W. Bush tomorrow, but there must be a group of people willing to find a way for him.
Money, money, money!
In the John Edgar Hoover Building.
Floyd I. Clark, the contemporary boss of the FBI, turned around and asked his senior assistant Pearson, "Can we get El Mencho?"
Pearson knew that the boss was tempted.
Nonsense, who wouldn't be tempted by one billion US dollars? Maybe the poor don't understand the meaning of this number at all.
Because for them, these numbers are too big.
Let's put it this way...
If you have one billion US dollars, the bank will call you daddy, and you can be a guest of honor anywhere in the world.
"Victor is unlikely to let it go."
Floyd I. Clark frowned, still a little unwilling, "Even if we have such a good relationship with him, he won't give this face?"
Pearson smiled bitterly, face?
People give you face, and if they don't, it's just toilet paper.
Pearson tried to be more tactful with Floyd I. Clark, "With Victor's temper, drug dealers... are his bottom line."
"One billion dollars, the bottom line can also be broken."
Pearson raised his right eyebrow, lowered his head, a little worried.
"You go contact Victor and tell him that he hopes to hand over El Mencho to us, and we can sentence him to life imprisonment."
In the end, for the sake of money, Floyd I. Clark still made a choice.
Pearson sighed in his heart, this way, the relationship between the FBI and Victor will not be so good.
The honeymoon period will be broken.
But he was a subordinate after all, so he could only agree with his boss and nodded, "I'll call him personally."
Floyd I. Clark nodded slightly, squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Spanish intelligence agencies...
British MI6...
Indian Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA)...
Open agencies, terrorist organizations hidden in tropical rainforests and desolate areas, etc.
For the sake of the 1 billion, undercurrents began to surge.
The armed forces escorting El Mencho were Ludwig Beck, the commander of the 16th Regiment. After all, they arrested him, and they also wanted to let them show off.
Ludwig Beck was sitting in the jeep and was fine. When he heard El Mencho shouting like this, he was furious!
RNMD!
Can't you just be quiet?
He jumped off the car, holding an iron rod, jumped onto the truck in front of tens of millions of people, opened the cage, and smashed El Mencho's legs hard!
!!! !
This scene shocked everyone.
You tortured the prisoners like this, don't you try to cover it up?
There are so many people.
Aren't you afraid of discrediting the Northern Army?
El Mencho was beaten and screamed, lying beside the cage and screaming, stretching out his hand hoping that someone would help him.
Some people wanted to get closer and reach out, but were rudely pushed away by the Northern Army soldiers.
After the convoy drove into the city hall, the fully armed guards blocked the door and did not allow anyone to approach.
But inside, there would be news reporters reporting at any time.
This is to prevent someone from approaching and assassinating him.
The city hall was also full of people, all staring at him with eager eyes, and Victor stood in front of him.
He saw Ludwig Beck holding an iron rod dripping with blood, and said with a smile, "Captain Beck, can you help me pull him down?"
"Yes, General!"
When he saw Victor for the first time, he was obviously very excited and asked his subordinates to bring the key to open the dog chain on El Mencho's neck.
This is really a dog chain.
It was originally on a military dog, and you can still smell it.
Ludwig Beck grabbed the other's hair and dragged him down from the car.
El Mencho wanted to stand up, but he was pressed to the ground.
"I am the new generation of leader of Jalisco, I demand respect!!" He pulled his head and shouted loudly.
Mainly...
He didn't want to lose face in front of Victor. After all, he often boasted that there were only two heroes in Mexico, Victor and him!
He didn't want to lose the dignity of a hero in front of his "opponent".
Hearing Elmencho's request, Victor laughed instead.
"I heard that you said more than once that you and I are the real confidants, and you also like to hit people with ashtrays?"
"We are the same!" Elmencho shouted, "We were both born in poverty, we both fought unfairly against the world, we are the same kind of people, let me go, Victor, I have everything you want here, do you want to know who is the behind-the-scenes financier of the drug industry?"
"Do you want to know how many people have shares in the drug world?"
"Do you want to know how many people in your Northern Army are still taking drugs!"
"I have them all here!"
Northern Army taking drugs? Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others changed their expressions drastically. This is a big problem. They looked at the general carefully.
Victor's watch mirror was still calm and looked down at the other party.
"Do you know that you are like a dog now?"
Elmencho's face suddenly changed, and he heard the other party continue to say, "What kind of person are you? How dare you be compared with me?"
"Victor!!"
"Take him away, and inform the public that Elmencho will be executed on January 8, 1991. I invented the ant punishment. I will cover your body with honey, and then let African spear ants gnaw on you, and then inject you with adrenaline, so that you can watch yourself die little by little!"
Elmencho was crazy when he heard this, and he didn't know where he got the strength from. He rushed towards Victor. Ludwig Beck behind him grabbed his neck and hit him on the head with gritted teeth.
He was beaten so hard that his face was covered with blood.
Two northern soldiers dragged Elmencho's legs and pulled him back. His nails scratched the ground hard, and a long trail of blood was dragged on the ground.
"Victor, you will die a miserable death!! You will go to hell, you will go to hell!"
Victor's expression was gloomy. He took out a Camel cigarette worth more than ten dollars from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it. He looked at Ludwig Beck, patted his shoulder, and turned down his collar. "Well done, I will not forget your contribution. Now I will give you a task."
"Please give your orders, General!" The young company commander responded excitedly.
As long as the general remembers me, wealth and honor belong to me!
At least a battalion commander is in hand.
"Bring the captured relatives of El Mencho to him and kill them one by one, let him open his eyes and see carefully."
"Yes, General!"
Ludwig Beck walked with murderous intent.
Victor smoked a cigarette, turned his head, and looked at the senior officers present, "I heard that many people in the army are still taking drugs."
Kennedy was anxious and was about to say something, but when Victor looked at him, he opened his mouth and closed it again. As a four-star general, he was the commander with the highest rank except Victor. If he made a mistake, he would be in trouble!
To maintain the combat effectiveness of the troops, they often do some "unlikely" things.
During World War II, the German CNMD with a mustache was smoking everywhere. He himself was an addict, and with the "help" of a doctor, the whole army was skating. Oh, by the way, this doctor was called Morel, a sexual disease doctor.
And Japan even invented the so-called "Bingliang Pill". I have to tell you that it is common to not sleep for several days and nights after eating this thing, and it is common to run 100 to 180 kilometers a day. This is the blessing of the emperor.
It has to be said that to a certain extent, it has indeed improved the combat effectiveness!
But...
The Northern Army is a drug-free people's army. Why are you doing this?
Where do you put Victor's experienced face?
"I will give the troops time to self-examine. Those who take drugs will be expelled from the army and put in prison for labor reform. One month later, the Thirteen Taibao will enter the army. If I find anyone still taking drugs, they will be shot on the spot!"
"Gentlemen, any powerful organization will begin to disintegrate from the inside. I don't want to wait for you and me for a hundred years, and the things we worked hard for will end up being useless in the end!"
Victor was very angry, "If I find out that you are taking drugs, I will put your heads in your asses!"
After that, he walked into the command post with a dark face.
Kennedy waited for him to leave, stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Did you all hear it? Tell the front-line troops that if they can't do it, retire for me. Don't let me find out, I will strangle him to death with my own hands!"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others looked at each other, and then immediately stood at attention, "Yes, sir!"
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El Mencho's "billion-dollar" bounty is getting more and more intense!
Victor, you are a good fighter!
I admit that the people under your command are all aces.
But, we want money, not lives!
Some PMC organizations (military providers) have already started to act and began to infiltrate people into Mexico.
There is a feeling of impending storm.
Victor hung up the phone gloomily, the 7th...
Even the last one is the so-called "Hague Tribunal". The people there hope to extradite El Mencho for trial, and ask for cooperation!
Hague Tribunal?
What kind of rubbish organization?
You have no artillery or nuclear bombs, and your voice disturbs me.
Victor rubbed his temple.
"General, Mr. Pearson from the FBI called." Jason Bourne came over with a mobile phone.
Is the FBI also involved?
Victor reached out and took the phone, "Hello!"
"Good evening, Mr. Governor."
"Mr. Pearson, we should have a good relationship, don't make it difficult for me." Victor directly blocked the other party's words.
The other party was embarrassed, "Mr. Director said that he could put El Mencho in the highest-level prison, and there was no need to worry about him escaping."
"Only dead people don't escape!"
"To be honest, I personally agree with your point of view. Drug dealers are a scourge, and death is the end." Pearson agreed with his idea, "But after all, the director of the FBI is Mr. Clark. He asked me to ask you, I hope this will not affect our relationship."
"What do you think? Our cooperation is based on mutual respect. This is provoking my bottom line."
Pearson's toes are almost pulled out.
His moral bottom line is still very high. He is considered a rare "good man" in the FBI, mainly because he has a good relationship with Victor.
"I'm just a senior assistant..."
Victor narrowed his eyes, sat up straight, and suddenly said, "Sir, do you want to be the director of the FBI?"
Pearson on the other side was stunned and laughed, "Don't joke, Governor..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Victor, "Maybe, you can come to Mexico, I think we can meet and talk, I think the relationship between the FBI and the Mexican Northern Army can be closer!"
"I look forward to seeing you in Tepic, sir."
Victor hung up the phone before the other party finished speaking.
He wants to keep Mr. Assistant awake at night!
Suddenly someone tells you that you have won the lottery. Even if you know it is impossible, you still have a little bit of luck, and you think good luck will come to you.
This...
It's all about psychology!
No one is free of desires. The dead have to fight for a good feng shui cemetery.
"One billion dollars!"
Victor looked at Jason Bourne and said with a smile, "If I let him go and then catch him again, will he give me the money?"
Captain Jason's expression was like this: ∑q|Д|p!!!(屮)屮( @д @)/?!
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