Chapter 127 We Are Not Dead yet, This World Can Still Be Saved!

Coming out of the interrogation room.

Casare still had a look of shock on his face.

The news that Raul Salinas just said was simply devastating.

He pressed the radio in his hand.

Zizizizi~

After the interference, Raul's voice came out.

"The Salinas family cooperated with the first generation of Mexican drug lord Aviles 50 years ago, when my father was a congressman."

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"There was an income of more than 1.6 million US dollars a year. That was in 1967. We used this money to bribe other officials and slowly expanded the family."

"We are not the first to cooperate with drug dealers, but we will not be the last. Mexico is hopeless! Hopeless! Hopeless!"

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"We never care who is the leader of the Mexican drug cartel. As long as our commission is not less every year, whoever can make money for us is the leader!"

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"Besides, do you think that we are the only ones behind this drug cartel? Impossible! Hehe..." Raul Salinas's laughter sounded on the radio, like a duck, "In addition to us, there are Americans! We work for them... The CIA is..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a knocking sound.

That was the boss knocking the other party unconscious.

His voice came from the radio, very cold, "Have someone cut out the last sentence."

Casare's eyebrows trembled vigorously, and he remembered Raul's look of looking up and staring at them, and he knew that he must be telling the truth.

His family used to be farmers.

When he was a child, he saw his father sighing at the planting land. He couldn't understand why the yellow corn looked delicious but couldn't sell at a good price.

When he grew up, he gradually realized that Mexico was a dumping ground for the United States, and domestic farmers could only grow other cash crops, but he still yearned for that country.

Because...

It was heaven.

He originally wanted to live to 100 years old naively, get a subsidy from the insurance company and go to the United States, and then his next generation could become Americans, but now you tell me that the country in my dream is actually doing this.

In an instant, I felt that the whole sky had fallen.

"What are you thinking about?"

A cigarette was handed over.

Casare looked like he was crying. He turned his head and saw Victor holding a cigarette in his mouth. "Boss, is Mexico hopeless?"

"Are we dead?" Victor looked at him and said with a smile, "Not yet."

"This is the world. Some people are immersed in the night, and some people are looking forward to the light. If we are not dead, we can still fight, but when your enemy is too strong, you have to obey first. No one will sleep with their eyes open every day. One day we will be able to bite off a piece of meat called "freedom" from it!"

In fact, is the CIA's involvement in drugs still a secret after the millennium?

Their relationship with drugs began during the Cold War. In order to fight against the pro-Soviet regimes in Latin America, the CIA carried out a large number of activities in various places, and thus began to support the evil forces of various countries, including drug dealers.

In Latin America, drug dealers suppressed by the pro-Soviet regime began to use the drug money obtained from drug trafficking to buy arms from the CIA. This behavior gradually evolved into a simple transaction of drugs for arms in actual operations.

The number of CIA employees is about 20,000, but the annual budget of nearly 50 billion US dollars is far from enough for its expenses, so some people will try to obtain their own interests through "dishonorable" means.

This matter was not exposed until 1996, when an American named Gary Weber tore open a dark curtain and revealed that the CIA had woven its own drug network in the United States and secretly hired drug dealers to sell huge amounts of drugs to the public.

On December 10, 2004, Gary Weber, who kept talking, died strangely. He was shot twice in the head when he died.

After an in-depth and fair investigation, the US police determined that Weber died of suicide, using the police's .38 caliber revolver.

Suicide... two shots.

Such a familiar operation.

And it is said that when DEA agent Camarena was killed by drug dealers, there were CIA agents around him. This matter cannot be verified, but it can be clearly felt that the atmosphere between the two departments has been very wrong since 1985.

Sooner or later, they will suffer the consequences of their own actions!

But if you say that all the top officials in the United States are involved in drugs, that is an exaggeration. After all, the drug market is only high-profit, not high-interest, and the market is worth hundreds of billions of dollars a year.

Others sell shoes, which is a trillion-dollar market a year. The most important thing is that they control enough weapons markets.

Playing in the drug business is too low for real bosses.

But it is undeniable that there are also many people involved, and these people are simply behemoths for Victor now!

"In the drug war, we have never fought alone, man! Mexico needs us, Latin America needs us, and the world needs us!" Victor patted Casare's shoulder gently.

"Life is endless, and the fight is endless!"

The CIA wants to deal with me now, but I am standing from the perspective of drug control. I can't say that I started a war for a small role like myself, right?

Although the Russian bear has collapsed, it is not dead yet.

This is the best time to develop power.

Victor wants to absorb more power for himself before the Russian bear collapses.

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Raul Salinas was kidnapped in broad daylight in a coffee shop in Mexico City. Almost everyone with a prominent position knew about this.

And three days later.

In a small village outside Mexico City, someone found a male corpse tied to a tree, with the words: Please respect the law! Respect civilians!

The farmer was scared to death and called the police. When the police came, they found that the man was Raul Salinas.

They quickly reported the matter.

Carlos did not come, but his secretary. Looking at the almost rotten corpse, the secretary could not help but pinch his nose.

"He has been dead for about 3 days, and he was obviously abused before his death." The forensic doctor in charge of the autopsy said.

The secretary sighed, this is really going to be a mess.

When he was about to leave, the leading police chief called him and handed him a letter, "This was found on Mr. Raul's body. I haven't seen it."

Is it a provocation?

The secretary raised his eyebrows, but he was a germaphobe, so he took out a disposable glove from his briefcase and took it.

When we returned to the official residence.

In the office.

Carlos Salinas turned his back to the door, looking at the family portrait hanging on the wall. In the portrait, the three brothers were arm in arm with each other, laughing happily. At that time, Carlos Salinas still had hair.

"Sir." The secretary called softly.

"How is it?" Carlos Salinas spoke, although he suppressed it, but his voice was still trembling, obviously he was praying for that insignificant hope.

"It's Mr. Raul Salinas."

Carlos sighed...

"Here is another letter, which was searched from him." The secretary put it on the table, and when he saw that the other party didn't speak, he slowly retreated.

As soon as the door was closed, the office was dark.

Carlos Salinas raised his head. He was actually crying too? He walked to the table and opened the envelope, his hands were shaking.

I saw a sentence written on it: Please die with your drugs, don't cry, you are next. — Crime Slayer!

Only idiots leave their real names.

"Victor!" Carlos pinched the paper into a ball, and the ridicule that came to him made him grit his teeth.

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