Chapter 120 Military Advisor? Pepsi?

The police sergeant laughed and pulled the dagger out of the freckled man's eyes. The severe pain made the man scream again.

Brave looked ugly and his legs were a little weak.

"Who are you? CIA? FBI? DEA?"

"We are just military advisers hired by drug dealers!" Brave came to his senses and shook his head.

The police sergeant stared at him, and suddenly grabbed his clothes and dragged him towards a Hummer.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" Brave shouted in fear.

The other party stuffed his head under the tire and gestured to the police officer in the car. The latter stepped on the accelerator and the engine roared hard.

"I ask again! Who are you!" The police sergeant shouted loudly.

"Advisor, we are just ordinary advisors!"

The police sergeant released his hand holding his head and slowly stood up. Brave gasped heavily. He lay on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. He chewed a mouthful of mud directly in his mouth, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Kill that one, and keep this one."

"Understood!"

Breff was startled when he heard the police's conversation. He turned his head suddenly and saw a police officer pulling out a submachine gun and shooting at the freckled man.

They were all shot into a sieve.

The freckled man stared, and his head just turned around and his eyes met Braeff's. He felt cold all over. These policemen really killed prisoners? !

The police sergeant glanced at him, idiot, you said you are not an official of the United States. If you say you are, it is not easy to deal with it so "openly". If you are not, then you are a drug dealer.

You deserve to be shot to death!

He picked up the communication tool on his shoulder, "M4, do you need support?"

After burning for 5 minutes, Zolf Sherman led the police into the valley and pressed the communication: "No, keep communicating, over."

"Understood!"

The white phosphorus bomb can reach 2000° in an instant. When they rushed in, the ground was roasted black, and the air was filled with a foul smell. The police put on gas masks one after another.

"Crack~"

Zolf Sherman didn't pay attention to his feet, and his boots stepped on a corpse. He looked down and saw that he had crushed the other person's arm.

Is this... carbonized?

His eyes flashed, and he raised his head and rushed to several houses that were not burned down. He kicked them open and saw two men hiding inside. When they saw him, they raised their hands in fear and knelt on the ground, constantly begging for mercy in slang.

Bang, bang, bang! ~

Zolf Sherman pulled the trigger and shot them to death directly, "Sorry, gentlemen, please speak Spanish."

The police officers swept the remaining forces and left no prisoners.

"Boss! We found the goods here!"

Zolf Sherman hurried over and saw more than a dozen police officers surrounding a small room. The cellar inside was pried open. He looked down with his butt sticking out.

The neatly arranged drugs were piled up like a mountain.

"Report to Mr. Victor, Cambra Valley has been annihilated!"

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Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora.

Located in a "mansion" worth 700,000 US dollars in the wealthy area.

Elite armed personnel can be seen patrolling back and forth everywhere.

By the swimming pool.

Guzman sat under the parasol in pajamas, drinking orange juice, feeling very comfortable.

"Cousin." Arturo, the eldest of the Beltran Leyva brothers, walked in from outside, and he glanced at the bikini girls in the water.

There are many Mexican female stars here.

They are goddesses of many people on TV, but here, they are just the personal toys of Guzman, the drug lord of Sinaloa!

"From your appearance, I'm afraid it's not good news for me." Guzman turned his head and said with a smile.

He is in a good mood now...

Is there anything more annoying than being beaten several times by Victor?

"Our Cambra Valley plantation was destroyed by Victor's men." Arturo took a deep breath and said.

The smile on Guzman's face froze.

There was something more annoying, that was being beaten by Victor!

"Fuck! This bastard, bastard, bastard!" He cursed angrily, and the women in the water looked up at him. I don't know if he was sensitive, but Guzman felt that he was mocking himself.

He got excited and took the assault rifle from the bodyguard, pulled the bolt, and shot at them!

"Ahhhhh!"

The women got up in panic and wanted to run, but they were all shot to death. Two of them were lucky enough to get up, but they were kicked down by the armed men next to them.

Arturo saw this scene, and his eyelids trembled.

Recently, my cousin's mental illness has become more and more serious, and he has become more and more violent. Even his sons are often reprimanded by him.

In the swimming pool, more than a dozen bodies floated, and the blood instantly dyed the water red.

Drug dealers are so unscrupulous.

If they dare to do it to a presidential candidate, what else can they not do?

Guzman threw the assault rifle into the swimming pool, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "How much is the loss?"

"15 tons of goods, 2,000 hectares of plantations and more than 1,300 members and their families."

Guzman felt a pain in his heart. The direct loss was at least 6 billion US dollars!

"These are the goods that several gangs in Arizona want, and they have paid the deposit." Arturo glanced at the boss's face and said softly.

"Transfer it from other places first."

"Find someone to find a way to get this batch of goods back."

Arturo frowned, "I'm afraid it's not so easy to get it from Victor."

"30 million US dollars! Whoever gets it back, I'll give him 30 million."

When the money is thrown, someone will always find a way.

From 1985 to 1990, the United States and Mexico conducted dozens of joint drug raids, but where did these drugs go later? There is no clear record, and even if there is a record, no one supervises it.

It was not until around 2000 that a righteous reporter broke the news that these drugs were "repurchased" by drug dealers, and those Mexican direct departments received a lot of US dollars.

Sometimes, Mexico is simply a fantasy!

In another sentence, because of low salaries, more than 90% of the kidnapping cases that occur nationwide each year are done by the police.

"I will contact them." Seeing his cousin like this, Arturo also realized that it was useless to persuade him. Indeed, the 15 tons of goods were enough to make people feel distressed.

Guzman looked down at the bodies in the pool and said, "Clean them up!" Then he walked into the house.

Arturo looked at the women and shook his head, "What a pity."

...

"Hahaha!"

In the office of the Mexicali Security Department, Victor's hearty smile rang out, and Alejandro also looked relaxed.

"Victor, this time Guzman must have been hurt."

"Pain? That's not enough. I feel comfortable only after killing them. I want to tell him that where I come from, they have to retreat!"

"Find a few more reporters, and hold a press conference to display all these drugs and seized guns. Let everyone understand that compared with this corrupt government, I, Victor, can protect them and this country!" Victor knocked on the table.

He almost said, I am the orthodox.

"Then should our people withdraw from the Cambra Valley?" Alejandro asked.

"I plan to send another 100 police officers to be stationed there."

The Cambra Valley is a great place. It is located in the eastward territory. The western and southern parts of Lower California are all seas. There is no need to worry. As long as a gap is blocked, it can almost be a land of nobility!

"That is the territory of Sonora State..."

"The drug dealers have not been cleared out. Their local security department is so stupid. I will clean up for them. I will do what they dare not do. I haven't asked them for cleaning fees yet."

"Can I ask for it?" Alejandro suddenly said.

Victor looked at him, and the other party smiled awkwardly, "Don't be a fool if you have money. I think Sonora State should pay us some protection fees!"

"After all, the attendance fees of the police officers are quite high."

The phone on the table suddenly rang, which rudely interrupted the conversation between the two people. Alejandro picked up the phone and answered it, and saw that his expression changed slightly.

Then he handed the microphone to him, "Raul Salinas, the president's brother."

For fear that Victor didn't know, he deliberately added an explanation.

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