Chapter 113 Their Names Should Be Praised!

Giancarlos grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and pulled him out. The latter struggled vigorously on the ground, and the alcohol had long since worn off.

"Help me! Help me!"

The old man was anxiously looking for someone, but no one wanted to get into trouble.

"Take someone to search his house. If he could raise such an unscrupulous son, he must be used to being arrogant."

Victor took a look and saw that the other person's family ran a logistics company and was once a senior partner of the Tijuana drug syndicate.

Before I had time to settle things, you jumped out on your own.

If I don’t kill you, will I still be Victor?

Casare nodded.

Victor looked at the two Milia siblings, took the towel from the waiter, wiped their faces himself, squatted down and said gently, "Don't worry, no one can bully you."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Two children who have lost the protection of adults are like dust floating in the air. This world is very civilized, but it is also really cruel!

Can people like them protect themselves?

Many human smuggling, organ trafficking, and even more disgusting activities occur from these orphans.

Victor touched their heads, stood up, and clapped his hands.

Everyone fell silent, put down their dishes, and watched him speak.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am honored to introduce you to these two people, Milia and Luschinia. Maybe you have heard of their surname Gorostita. Their whole family sacrificed a total of 17 people for the cause of Mexico. , no! 18 people!”

"Their most beloved brother, Nikolaos Gorostita, died in a heroic battle at the age of 23!"

"He died on the front lines of Mexico's anti-drug campaign."

Milia bit her lip, trying not to let tears fall, while her brother burst into tears.

"There was more than one Nikolaos Gorostita, there were many. They loved Mexico and the land that gave birth to them. They were willing to sacrifice for it. They passed away, but they left as heroes. , unwavering and unflinching, their names will forever be engraved in the history of Mexico’s glorious anti-drug campaign.”

Victor was emotional, "However, I will not allow anyone or any organization to trample or insult their relatives. This is a mockery of Mexican society!"

"My police officers and I will provide shelter to the families of all those who died in Mexico. We will provide free support to orphans and the elderly. We will establish more than 10 welfare homes in Mexicali. The external harm they suffer is a direct blow to me, Victor." The greatest hostility!”

"In a just cause, someone will always fall. We hold their flag high and charge forward shouting their names. Mexicans are never afraid of sacrifice!"

There was thunderous applause in the hotel.

The gentlemen and ladies were afraid of his words and had different expressions. Some even looked at each other with unknown meaning in their eyes.

The other families of the fallen soldiers and policemen were crying.

Victor hugged them, comforted them, and was surrounded in the center.

At this moment, there were people standing behind him!

"He's really good at acting." At a table near the corner, a young man with a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars said to his companions with a pout.

But he clapped honestly with his hands.

"Does he want to be the president of Mexico?" Someone sneered. Everyone is not an idiot. Victor's TV speeches on anti-drugs, kindness to martyrs, and equality for all. Aren't these concepts just to cater to some people?

"Him?" The young man who just started speaking smiled disdainfully, and he didn't know if he was jealous, "He's just a lucky policeman."

"Now let him be arrogant for a while, he won't be able to do it for a long time."

"Do you have any news?"

The young man lowered his voice, "He destroyed Tijuana and the entire Baja California is under his control. Do you think Colombians will agree?"

"Every year, 15% of their goods are shipped from the port of Mexicali to California, USA. There are more than 2 billion US dollars in profits here. Pablo's Medellin Group will not let him go."

There is some truth to this statement, but it makes no sense when you think about it.

If you want to enter Medellin, you have to go through eight countries including Panama, Costa Rica, El Salvador, and Guatemala.

If you send a small group of people over, it will be useful.

It is better to believe that Archduke Victor went south with his anti-drug troops.

The young man's words made his companions nod subconsciously, which made his vanity rise. "Just wait and see, he will be destroyed soon!"

After the banquet, Victor arranged for police officers to escort the police officers’ families to the hotel where they were staying.

Who can guarantee whether there are any drug dealers in Mexicali?

The collusion is too deep.

Dogs on the roadside may be spies for drug dealers.

Victor washed his face and found Alejandro in the room, holding a cigarette.

"I won't be able to stay in Mexicali for long."

Alejandro raised his brows, nodded, and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to be stationed here. This is much better than the island."

"I am still the police chief of Guadalupe Island, but I think you should be able to move the security department here and send all the EDTV here. I will also send police officers here in turn." Study and further education.”

"There are still many troops in Mexicali that can be reorganized, paid enough salaries, and improved benefits. By then, Mexicali will not be decided by the two of us."

Victor had taken it with great difficulty, how could he just give it up like that?

At worst, he could control it from behind the scenes.

Alejandro nodded, "On the road to drug control, I think we need more like-minded people to join us!"

"Especially in the open."

"Then call on them to come to Mexicali to serve, and then after all of California is taken back, we can send these people out and let them serve as local officials."

"There are 2 million people in Mexicali, and this place is not easy to manage." Alejandro sighed.

"It's not easy to manage? Those with bad tempers were all thrown out by us, and now there are only some small ones left. You can launch mass tactics and let people supervise each other. As long as someone reports it, give him material rewards. Some people do it for money."

"Even when necessary, you can find some people in the neighborhood or rural areas to form a militia self-defense organization. We will give them weapons and ammunition ourselves, but we must strictly control them and not allow them to own them privately. Then give them some subsidies to make them peripheral members of our anti-drug system."

Victor almost taught everything in his mind.

But in fact, militia organizations will appear in Mexico on a large scale around 2010, because they don't trust the government, and the methods of Jalisco New Generation and Los Zetas are more brutal.

Mexican drug cartels extort money from almost any legal or illegal business, and sometimes attack or burn ranches, farms or shops that refuse to pay. Many people will rise up to resist, but they will be slaughtered!

So they set up their own guard organizations, which are the so-called militias.

Buy weapons by yourself, protect your homeland by yourself, and then form... new drug cartels. If you don't have money to purchase supplies, you have to join the drug trafficking.

But Victor wants to control the militia within a controllable range, which is different.

Ah!

This dress, add some yellow when appropriate.

At this time, on the Hummer going to the hotel.

Giancarlos touched Milia's hair, and the latter looked into the distance through the window, while the younger brother in the back seat held chocolate, and the sweetness made him forget the pain of losing his brother for a short time.

"Brother Gancarlos."

Suddenly, Milia turned her head, looked at him, and cried, "Can you... adopt us?"

"I can wash clothes, I can mop the floor, and I can cook."

Gancarlos half opened his mouth, looked at the other party's hopeful eyes, and his heart softened, "If you follow me, I'm afraid you will suffer."

Milla shook her head, "I'm not afraid of suffering."

Gancarlos sighed, smiled and hugged them, "Okay, then you will follow me from now on, I will be your brother."

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