Chapter 137 Victor Makes Everyone Smile.

Secretary Ajit shuddered.

Kill Cuauhcmote?

What assassination?

Humans are animals that cannot be reasoned with. The first thing they think of is violence.

Carlos came to power by fraud. He mobilized drug dealers to coerce voters to vote for him. If it didn't work, he would escalate his behavior and kill his opponents!

During his time in politics, Quintero solved more than 70 opponents for him. Otherwise, why would the media tease him as the "luckiest" president in Mexican history?

When he was running for a congressman, his opponent fell into the bathtub at home and drowned. Well... the opponent was 189 cm tall and drowned at home.

There was also a politician who said on TV that he was related to drug dealers. When he went home at night, he was hit and killed by a truck... his whole family of 4.

There are countless such deeds.

If you get rid of your opponents, no one will compete with you.

The executed Raul Salinas was also involved in many murders.

Secretary Ajit swallowed his saliva, "Sir, who should we send? It may not be easy to do it in Mexicali."

Carlos' eyebrows fell, and he tried to calm himself down, "He must be seeking Victor's help. He will definitely return to Mexico City and let him die on the road. You contact Guzman and Valdis!"

Valdis is the commander of Mexico's National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen), and is also Carlos' brother-in-law, the kind of close one.

"I don't want him to come back alive."

"Understood, sir." Secretary Ajit lowered his head and responded. After waiting for a moment, he saw that the other party had no instructions, and then he slowly walked out and closed the door.

He was not in a hurry to execute Carlos's order.

But he stood in the corridor and blew the wind.

Mr. Carlos...seems to be dying.

As a secretary, Ajit could feel that the storm was coming. If Cuauhcmote came back alive, with Victor sitting outside and the support of the party bosses inside, he would definitely be able to take the position.

As a confidant, will he be liquidated?

Ajit panicked and suddenly had an idea, "How about betraying Carlos?"

He stopped calling him Mr.

But he shook his head soon. His bottom was not clean. He was already bound by interests with Carlos.

Or...

Run away?

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Mexico International News Department, interrogation room.

Quintero... Both ears were gone, nose was gone, and the flesh on his face was separated layer by layer by surgery, and then some honey was put in it.

B2 was like a pervert in the movie, smiling, "Don't be nervous, apply it evenly, it will taste good."

He dipped his fingers in honey and spread it on the other person's face.

Quintero, no longer had the strength to struggle, only staring with his eyes, and making a weak sound in his throat.

Their eyes and throat were not damaged, the DEA would use them when the time comes.

There must be some place to cut, right?

B2 saw that the other person's face was covered with honey, nodded with satisfaction, and licked his fingers, which were sweet.

Quintero watched in horror. Are all Victor's subordinates this perverted?

B2 took out four tubes from the side, and densely packed ants could be seen inside. "This is the black pear bulldog ant. It is ferocious, has sharp serrated jaws and hard stings, has strong venom, and likes sweets."

As he said, he opened the lid and poured it directly on Quintero's face.

The other party glanced down hard, watching the ant wandering on his face, and then biting the rotten flesh fiercely!

"Ah ah!!!!"

The scream was heartbreaking.

"B2, push an adrenaline." The colleague's words sounded on the loudspeaker in the room.

"It's okay, Mr. Quintero's voice is still loud, and he looks energetic. Let him see his torture with his own eyes."

The photo of Camarena on the wall looked at this scene.

He seemed to be laughing.

"I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything. I have the specific amount and time of my bribe to Carlos on the computer in my mansion in Sinaloa."

B2 laughed out loud, "Are you kidding? Let us go to Sinaloa? Do you think we are fools? Change some evidence!"

Sinaloa is Guzman's lair, and the other party must be heavily guarded. The Mexican International News Department is an agent, not Superman.

They will be beaten into a sieve.

"I tattooed an address on a prostitute in Mexico City. It is the address of my mansion in Tijuana. It contains the US dollars that you want, which Carlos left with me."

B2 raised his eyebrows, "Why did you tattoo the address on the prostitute?"

Quintero lowered his head, and B2 went up and slapped him, thinking that he was asleep, and several ants on his face were blown away.

"I... I have too many houses, I can't remember clearly." Quintero said.

B2 raised his head...

The colleagues in the command room were also speechless.

Fuck!

Is this human language?

Raise wages, ask the boss to raise wages.

Drug dealers are really rich, no wonder so many people do this.

When the Chinese drug lord Ye Zhenli was arrested, the Mexican government investigated his assets and found that he had about 177 luxury houses and more than 300 luxury cars. This is just in Mexico. There are about 500 houses in the world.

Hmm...

He mainly imports ephedrine, which costs 1,000 per kilogram. Once it gets off the ship at the Mexican port, Sinaloa buys it directly for 30,000 US dollars per kilogram.

Can all those mansions be lived in?

However, Victor now has quite a few mansions, all of which are spoils of war. He plans to give these houses as rewards to his subordinates who perform well.

"What is the name of that prostitute? What does she look like? What are her characteristics? How much is the price?" B2 asked very carefully, and then sorted out what Quintero said.

Someone from the action department will verify it at that time.

If it's a lie.

Quintero will have to remove at least two legs.

...

After Victor and Cuauhcmote finished the discussion, he invited them to a dinner and specially prepared a cake.

"My colleagues told me that today is your son's birthday."

Cuauhcmote looked at the cake in front of him, "Don't be so polite."

"What kind of politeness is this? We are partners on the same front and comrades-in-arms. Your son is my child. Come on, make a wish first!" Victor stood up and said.

The latter glanced at his father, and Kwaukmot saw the desire in his eyes.

Cake…

He hadn't tasted it for a long time. The cake for his mother's birthday was actually an ordinary pancake.

Kwaukmot smiled and touched his head, "Thank you, Uncle Victor."

"Thank you, uncle!" McClure raised his head and said with a smile.

"Make a wish! Make a wish!" Santos was just an atmosphere group, saying beside him.

McClure closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, "I hope my family will always be happy, and Mr. Victor will always be safe, and Santos and Stephanie will always be happy!"

The heart of a child is simple.

He will not distinguish whether others are good to him for some benefit, he only knows that he is very happy.

Perhaps, this is the innocence that needs to be protected.

"You should be happy too, McClure!" Santos hugged his new partner and said firmly, "Don't worry, under the leadership of Mr. Victor, everyone in Mexico will be happy."

"You have to believe in us, the road will never be wrong."

Quaucmote looked at Santos in surprise, and then at Victor. Is this something a child can say?

Victor, is he already training the next generation?

He plans to prepare for a long struggle!

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