Chapter 13 Almost Got Blown to Death!

A father worth millions...

When Victor saw the seven-digit points, he couldn't move his eyes. Looking at the embarrassed-looking middle-aged man in front of him, he really wanted to kill him!

But reason told him, brother, calm down, you will be beaten into a sieve.

Maybe we can find a way to "bomb" the plateau prison in the future...

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have bombers.

Just like the Cali Cartel wanted to bomb Pablo, but the plan went bankrupt because there were no bombers.

Stepan's more than 70,000 points pale in comparison to him.

But who asked people to call him: Sicily Falcon?

People who are not familiar with the history of drug trafficking in Mexico are not very aware of such a person, because he is not a Mexican, but a Cuban. He was born in Matanzas, Cuba in 1945. He joined the military and intelligence services in Miami, United States. Acting as a double agent.

Later moving to Mexico, he established a drug trafficking business in Tijuana, and his drug trafficking network spanned the United States, Europe and even Asia. Known as the "drug baron" for his cold-blooded character, he is said to enjoy killing his enemies with his own hands.

Also talked about is his love history. He has had scandals with many actresses. It is rumored that he has more than 20 sons. His little fan brother and later legend, Joaquin Guzman, also followed suit. It got to the point where he was "horny".

But this guy is too arrogant and will be in trouble.

He was arrested in 1975 in his mansion in the Colonial Pedrij in Mexico City, but he escaped a year later by digging a tunnel. Later, his escape method was successfully imitated by later generations, even in Hong Kong movies. This section.

It fully explains the truth.

Mexican soil is perfect for digging holes.

When Falcon saw that the other party didn't answer his question, his face was obviously annoyed. He was about to scold this little policeman for not understanding the rules, when he heard the other party say, "What are you talking about?"

Victor smiled and leaned outside his cell door, "That's just a mad dog locked up in prison. The most important thing to do when he comes out is to understand that if it's not your own territory, don't be so fucking arrogant. I have one principle as a human being, and others treat me Be polite, I will be polite to others, if they don’t respect me.”

As soon as the smile on his face faded, the whites of his eyes could be seen clearly, "Here, I am a policeman and he is a prisoner! I will let him understand that I killed him like a dog. Simple."

Falcon laughed angrily at his words, "No one has spoken like that in front of me for a long time."

"You have been locked up here for 13 years. The world has changed. You still want to show off to me? If you have the ability, you can dig a tunnel and see if you die first or me. Pretend you Where’s mom?”

With Falcon's status, he will definitely be beaten to death if he goes out. He started his fortune in Tijuana. Do you think the two brothers Benjamin and Ramon will let him retire safely.

He himself also understands that this world no longer belongs to him. Even though he was once one of the most powerful people, the situation in the world is that the waves behind push the waves ahead. This can be seen from his treatment in prison.

No one outside gave him money, and his life in a Mexican prison was worse than that of a dog.

He seems to have little background.

Victor looked at him with evil eyes, should he give the warden some money and exchange him out? When the time comes, the millions of points will be enough for me to be arrogant for a while.

Falcon wanted to say the dirty words in his mouth, but when he saw the look in his eyes, he swallowed them all and sat on the bed with a dark face.

"Be honest and don't get yourself into any fucking trouble."

Victor knocked on the prison railing with his stick and continued walking deeper.

In fact, Falcon may have been a good thigh in the early years, but now... bones in the grave.

Those who have no use value will only die.

In addition to drug lords, the third prison block probably held high-ranking government officials. When the Guadalajara Cartel collapsed, many unlucky guys were also imprisoned, and some were even Victor's boss.

Finally, in the cell labeled "A11", Victor found his target. There was an imperceptible coldness on the man's thin and shriveled face, and his solemn eyes seemed to be able to penetrate your inner defenses.

The sinister look on his face can't help but make people feel uneasy, and it makes people think, who in this world can truly predict what he is thinking in his heart?

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo!

Born into a poor family in the small mountain village of Sinaloa, Mexico, he worked as a state police officer and the governor's personal bodyguard at the age of 17, but the salary was too low. In the 1970s, he joined the "Lion of Sinaloa" Aviles. Use your connections to provide protection for drug cartels.

Aviles died during a drug raid in 1978. There were rumors that Gallardo betrayed the boss. No matter what, he became the talker. Unlike the previous boss who clung to a small territory, he was ambitious and had a bigger picture. Understand the principles of development in big cities.

The organization was moved to the second city, Guadalajara, and a super drug trafficking organization was born that spanned the 1980s and monopolized the U.S. market with annual profits of US$8 billion.

The original "square system" gathers all drug lords.

What is the square system?

That is, drug lords buy licenses from the police in various areas to operate drug businesses. Anyone who wants to do business in this area must obtain permission from the boss of the square.

This fully entangled official poisons together.

The protective umbrella continues to expand.

In 1981, Reagan came to power and stepped up the crackdown on drug smuggling, blocking the transportation of Colombian drug lords and the Caribbean channel. Gallardo contacted the two major drug trafficking organizations in Colombia, Medellin and Cali, through an intermediary, and the two sides hit it off.

The Colombians flew KKY to Mexico, and Gallardo delivered it to various warehouses in the United States by land within a week. In its heyday, the California Guard also served as a part of the transportation line.

In the Camarena incident in 1985, he betrayed the technician Quintero and the network boss Don Neto. He paid more protection fees and got through the crisis, but what made him unlucky was that in a routine inspection in the late 1980s, the US Drug Enforcement Administration found drugs worth more than $7 billion in a warehouse in Sylmar, California.

Ironically, the safest thing in this warehouse was a lock worth $6.

This was the largest number of drugs found in a single time in the world, and this world record still exists.

$7 billion is the Cali Group's goods, and Gallardo, who was responsible for the transportation, had to compensate, otherwise do you think half of the goods are so easy to get?

Colombians will not follow you through the legal process.

His protective umbrella, the Minister of Defense, immediately abandoned Gallardo, and in an instant, he became a dog without a home. This illustrates a truth.

If the gloves are dirty, just change a pair. If the power is dirty, it is really dirty.

This is one of the reasons why Victor is reluctant to take off his "police uniform".

Politics is the biggest "name" in the world. Maybe drug lords can buy the police to kill congressmen, but if I become president, I can announce that I have gained greater benefits.

After fighting for so long, Mexican drug dealers still don't understand the principle of "starting with a name", and simply use violence to solve the problem.

After all, he is a new rich, and the third prison area pays special attention to his guards. In addition to the necessary cameras, even his door locks are used twice, and the bed is covered with US dollars. This is his habit.

Sitting at the head of the bed watching TV, perhaps because he understands his current situation, Gallardo's face is not very good.

Victor stood at the door and glanced at the surveillance. He didn't talk to Gallardo. What is your current identity? What is his identity?

I usually go in and out of the mansions of high-ranking officials, and I meet either the governor or the mayor.

You are a small prison guard and you go up to me and say, I want to cling to your thigh?

They don't think highly of you.

It seems that I have to "create" some opportunities.

Victor looked at him deeply, turned around and left. Gallardo, who heard the footsteps, turned his head and saw a back figure.

Walking back to his office, he was about to open the door, but suddenly remembered that he had not patrolled the armory room yet. Just after walking back two steps, there was a huge explosion accompanied by a shock wave that "flew" him out. He rolled on the ground twice, leaned against the wall, and gasped heavily.

A raging fire broke out in the office, and the iron door was blown away and lay twisted on one side. The sound was so loud that the alarm sounded in the entire third district in an instant, followed by the entire prison.

Bomb!

Fuck you!

Someone is going to blow himself up.

Colleagues rushed out screaming, some holding fire extinguishers, and some running for their lives in a panic. The whole floor was in a panic.

…

The fire was quickly put out.

Victor sat on the steps of the green belt downstairs, smoking a cigarette, his hands trembling a little.

To be honest, who the hell isn't scared?

His ears are still buzzing.

"Victor."

Casare ran over anxiously, held his shoulders, and looked him up and down carefully, "How is it? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

This is the God of Wealth. If he dies like this, where can I make a fortune?

"Someone wants to kill me."

Victor took a deep breath, pinched the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, and blew a puff of smoke with his head half tilted up, "I can't go to the hospital."

He looked around and lowered his voice, "And there must be a traitor in the prison area, otherwise how did this bomb get in?"

"Who do you think it is?" Casare asked softly, also very nervous.

Victor's eyes swept over his colleagues, and suddenly he saw Anna glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. When he saw his eyes, he turned his head away in panic and hugged the colleague next to him to comfort him.

This bitch is problematic.

Victor is a petty person. If you offend him, you can't spend the night with him. Anna definitely knows something!

He nodded slightly, and Casare looked in his direction, "Anna?"

"Do you know her?"

"I know all the women in the psychological intervention department. I have wanted to sleep with them for a long time."

Victor almost laughed when he heard this, covered his chest and coughed twice.

"I have checked the information of each of them. Anna has a younger brother, a college student, but he is also said to be a gangster."

"Ask Best to investigate it. I want to know who wants my life!"

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