Chapter 131 Victor Is Watching Mexico

"Throw her down the stairs!"

Hearing the boss's order, the younger brothers rushed over with wild grins, grabbed the woman's wheelchair and threw it downstairs.

This public housing is on the 7th floor, and throwing her down there will definitely kill her.

The woman struggled and shouted loudly.

"Let her go! Bastards, let her go!" Kwaukmot tried to rush up, but was pinned to the ground. His face was red and his veins could be seen.

His son McClure also rushed up, but was kicked away by the drug dealer.

The man next door heard the noise and opened the door, but when he saw this situation, he hurriedly closed the door.

"Throw it down! Throw it down!" The man with the nose ring laughed.

Dong, dong, dong...

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and everyone looked outside.

I saw a man standing at the door, wearing a suit, short hair, looking very energetic, with a Mexican face, not very handsome, but looking very clean, about 20 years old.

Looked like a salesman.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Kwaukmot's house?"

"Get lost!"

The man with the nose ring glared at him and cursed, "Get lost if you don't want to die."

The man was also stunned when he saw the scene in front of him, but he looked around and saw everyone in an instant, and smiled, "Sorry, it seems that I am a little late."

"CNMD!" The drug dealer near the door frowned and planned to teach this kid a lesson.

Who knew that the other party took out a pistol from his suit and shot him in the head. The bullet entered from the eye socket and got stuck in the head.

The muzzle turned and shot directly at other drug dealers in the room!

Military version of Pistol88B!

A submachine gun with a 31-round magazine.

This man's hands are very steady, and the recoil is not even shaking.

The most important thing is that he suddenly pulled out the gun, who can dodge at close range?

Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate!

The man with the nose ring was considered to be quick to react. Just as he was about to reach out and pull out the pistol stuck in his waist, the bullet went through his neck.

He covered his neck and fell to the ground, twitching.

The man walked in calmly, looked at McClure, covered his eyes with his hand, and shot the drug dealer who fell to the ground with his right hand.

This action...

was done in one go!

It was just like 007 in the movie!

The man stuffed the pistol back into his clothes and leaned over McClure's ear, "Go in and rest, boy."

Kwaukmot grabbed his son, covered his eyes, and looked at him warily, "Who are you, sir."

"Oh, sorry, you see I forgot again, my name is Ethan Hunt, this is my business card." The man patted his head, touched his pocket, took out a business card from his shirt and handed it over with both hands.

Kwaukmot took it and glanced quickly with his head down.

"Director of the International News Office of Mexico?"

What is this?

Why have I never heard of it.

"I'm a reporter." Ethan Hunt grinned.

NMD! Your reporter is so good at shooting?

And he carries a gun with him?

"I came from Baja California. Mr. Victor invites you to see Baja California without drugs."

"Victor?" Kuaucmote raised his eyebrows. He felt relieved when he heard the name. There was probably no one in Mexico who didn't know the name. He looked back at his wife and hurried over to help her up.

"How does he know me?"

Ethan Hunt smiled: "Victor is watching Mexico."

Kuaucmote opened his mouth. This sentence should be said by an American.

"He asked me to tell you that a true warrior never fights alone, and a lion group never fights alone. Saving Mexico requires the efforts of more people."

"He hopes you can see his achievements and share his joy."

Kuaucmote was silent when he heard this. He was a smart man and understood what Victor meant. He had heard about Raul Salinas and understood what the recent turmoil was.

You know, he is recognized as Carlos' successor.

His status is not low, but this era does not belong to him. Perhaps knowing his threat to Carlos, Raul came to warn him several times to give up his fantasy.

There was even one time when he yelled at me in the office area and said arrogantly, "Mexico belongs to the Salinas family, no one can take it away."

The degree of arrogance is obvious.

Fortunately... he died.

Cuauhcmote hesitated, and his wife squeezed his hand tightly, "Go, you should need someone to help you."

She hesitated, "I just hope the child can grow up safely."

This made him feel shocked, and he looked down at his wife, who was begging. She usually tried hard to make herself look strong.

But in fact, she was really fragile.

Didn't she cry? When her legs were broken by drug dealers, she hid in the quilt and cried for a long time, but when facing her husband and children, she was very strong and cheered up to comfort them in return.

She was just a woman, she needed to be cared for, but she also knew that her husband had paid a lot for Mexico, and she could endure it for the family.

But she prayed more than once, hoping that God would bless them and keep their family safe.

This time she got away, what about the next time? What about the next time?

Quauk-Motte sighed, raised his head and looked at Ethan Hunt: "Okay, I will apply to inspect Lower California tomorrow."

"Welcome to you. Don't worry. We will be by your side to protect you during this period." Ethan Hunt looked at the bodies around him and took the cash box brought by the nose ring man.

This is called trophy.

He took out a stack of US dollars from it and put it on the table, "Sir, Victor said that a just cause also needs food, salary, and life. You can hate US dollars, but you can't lose it. It can make our struggle stronger."

After that, Ethan Hunt left.

No quality at all.

At least help others get rid of the bodies.

Kwaukmot looked around. There were not even high-end clocks on the walls. The carpets were all collected from the second-hand market. His father himself was not a person who could make money. After his death, he left nothing.

But the most valuable thing, he always thought was integrity!

The charm of his father is that even after more than ten years of death, his halo still protects himself, but... times have changed, and drug dealers have become unruly.

"We'll stay at a hotel tonight." Kwauk Mote took the money and put it in his pocket, hugged his wife and son, "Don't worry, I will always protect you."

Ethan Hunt went downstairs and got into a red car.

There were four people sitting inside.

Of course he couldn't come alone.

"Protect them well, and don't make any mistakes." Ethan Hunt said.

Colleagues nodded.

Kwauk Mote is an important step for Mr. Victor.

Politics needs to be solved by political means.

Violence is just a derivative of politics.

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