Chapter 138 Reputation Is Not as Good as Caliber!

Sinaloa. Leavenworth!

This small town with the reputation of "Dandelion" has about 1,300 people all year round. Because it is far away from the hustle and bustle, life can be considered peaceful.

But a burst of gunshots broke the tranquility!

Then there was an explosion...

A group of armed men are storming the police station.

They drove a pickup truck, with a manual DIY on the front head and a steel plate installed on it, and drove it in towards the door of the police station. After breaking the opening, the gunmen who had been waiting outside for a long time rushed in with cross-cooperation.

Look at the badge on their chest, it says Cartel de Sinaloa (Sinaloa Cartel), and hanging on their left arm: Los Zetas! !

The equipment of this group of people seems to be extremely sophisticated.

All American equipment!

Holding a Colt submachine gun, this gun is 730 mm long and has a caliber of 9 mm. It is commonly used in the US military's anti-drug departments!

Also holding a Mossberg M9200A1 shotgun.

The Sinaloa Cartel's newly formed gunman group!

Guzman is really willing to spend money.

"Grenade! Grenade!"

The gunman at the front leaned against the wall and gestured to his companion behind him. The latter took out a grenade from his combat vest, pulled out the fuse smoothly, and threw it into the corridor with his backhand.

beng!

A stream of ash rushed out, shaking even the mud above his head.

A drug dealer armed with an HK21 machine gun produced by the German company Heckler & Koch stood at the door and fired inside, putting pressure on the police's firepower!

Bullets were loaded continuously from the drum, and the shells fell to the ground with a bang.

The drug dealer's hands were shaking and his facial muscles were twitching.

"Come on!"

The gunmen stormed the building and the exchange of gunfire ceased after several gunshots were fired.

Within a few minutes, the drug dealer pulled several men out by their heads and pulled them in front of a Rolls-Royce. The window opened, revealing Guzman's face.

"Mr. Mayor, long time no see."

"Haha!" The mayor spat out a thick mouthful of phlegm and stuck it directly to the car.

When Arturo next to him saw this, he kicked him in the head, pulled his head and pressed it hard against the thick phlegm, rubbing it back and forth.

"Father!" A young man who was being suppressed by a drug dealer shouted loudly, "You bastards! Bastards! Drug-trafficking bastards! Mr. Victor will kill you all!"

"Cut off his head, I don't like him!" Guzman's face was sullen, his face trembling. He felt sick when he heard the name Victor.

When he heard from an informant that someone in Sinaloa under his rule dared to discuss surrendering to Victor, he was extremely angry and went straight to the door with "Los Zetas".

Mayor?

No matter how long you are!

Anyone who is ready to surrender to Victor will be turned into a dead man.

After hearing Guzman's order, Arturo smiled ferociously, took a knife from the drug dealer's hand, and slashed the young man's neck.

"Long live Mr. Victor! Long live Mexico!" the young man roared, and his head fell off and rolled to the mayor's feet.

Blood spurted out from his neck.

"Ah! Ah!!" the mayor howled miserably. He cried heartbrokenly as he looked at the human head, which was only a dozen centimeters below his feet. The drug dealer pinned him to the ground. He looked into his son's eyes with red eyes.

He still remembered that his son, who was studying in Mexicali, suddenly came back a month ago. He pulled him excitedly and told him how great Mr. Victor was.

He saved everyone from being threatened by drug dealers.

He gave work to all the poor.

Wherever he stands, there is light.

At that time, the son's eyes were shining, and he said excitedly that he would follow in Mr. Victor's footsteps.

Fight to pull all Mexicans out of the mire!

beng!

There was an explosion in the sky and it suddenly started raining.

"Kill him and hang him from the street lamp in the middle of the town." Guzman said. Just as he was about to close the window, he happened to see a drug dealer filming the video next to him. His expression changed and he said to Arturo, "Put the video on Played throughout Sinaloa.”

"Tell these untouchables who is the emperor of Sinaloa!!"

Arturo nodded. He could feel his cousin's resentment towards Victor. If it weren't for being too shocking, he would even kill everyone with that name under the control of the entire Sinaloa drug cartel.

He was scared. The "Battle of Mexicali" was completely Victor's personal performance. The drug dealers were frightened, but they were also very proud. They did not allow their fear or timidity to be seen.

Hold on!

I have no choice but to surrender to Victor?

Will you still hang out in the future?

It is said that the death rate of drug traffickers building roads in Baja California is very high, even higher than when drug gangs merge with each other.

After closing the car window, the white mobile phone next to me started ringing.

Guzman picked up and it was Carlos' secretary Ajit.

Arturo stood outside and saw his cousin sitting inside talking on the phone, with a sinister expression visible to the naked eye.

The boy next to him brought an umbrella and helped him hold it.

"Arturo!"

The car window opened again, Guzman shouted, and the latter hurriedly leaned over.

"You need someone to cooperate with Mexico's National Security Intelligence Agency (Cisen) to kill Cuauquemot!"

Such a sentence may sound harmless, but it is filled with the magic of the Latin American political system.

Drug dealers and the national intelligence agency jointly acted to kill a politician.

But Arturo was obviously used to it. Judging from his cousin's expression, he must have received a satisfactory reward.

It's just killing people.

Drug dealers are professionals!

Guzman left, and Arturo looked at the mayor, frowning, "Drag him to death with a car, and then hang him up."

The mayor was dragged to death alive, and a rope was pulled by his neck and hung on the street lamp.

After all the drug dealers left, the brave residents came out, and they all cried with their heads down when they saw the mayor's body.

The old mayor was usually very good to them. No matter who encountered difficulties, he would help, and even wash cars for others to supplement his family income.

He would use the money to sponsor orphans and the elderly whose relatives were beaten to death by drug dealers.

He has always had a good reputation in the local area.

But reputation... is not as good as caliber!

When the drug dealers were there, the people did not dare to resist at all. As soon as they left, they ran out to help him collect the body.

The town lost the person who loved it the most.

…

“Isn’t it just managing drug dealers? Isn’t it very simple?” Victor stood on a solid stone, pointed at the mine in front, and said to Kwaukmot, “Just don’t treat them as human beings!”

“Don’t let them have any rest time, work 19 hours a day in 24 hours, and feed them enough. If they don’t eat enough, they won’t have the energy to work.”

Kwaukmot was shocked when he heard the workload, “Won’t this cause sudden death?”

“Just catch them after they die. Drug dealers are consumables. Why do you treat them as human beings? Who told them to sell drugs? How carefree they were before, now I will make them live in pain!”

“Rolling stones! Rolling stones! Be careful!”

Suddenly there was a cry of surprise, and Kwaukmot hurried over to see a rock collapse, crushing many drug dealers, and many of them had no time to run.

The police officer who was watching nearby went over and saw several people on the ground, and there was no hope of saving them. A drug dealer had a broken leg that was twisted to 90 degrees. When he saw the police officer coming, his pupils shrank, and he struggled hard on the ground, reaching out to the drug dealers around him, "I can still work, I can still work!"

"Pull me! Pull me."

"Blake, pull me! Mud Blake!" He reached out to a companion in the same drug trafficking organization. The two had a good relationship before they were arrested.

They went to the red light district together and found the same girl together.

The other party looked at him and hesitated a little, but when he saw the police officer coming, he hurriedly hid to the side.

The police officer came over and looked at the injured person's legs, frowned, "Can't work anymore."

"No, no, no! I can still work, I can still work..."

Before he finished speaking, the police officer took out a gun and shot him!

Kwaukmot was startled when he heard the gunshot, half-opened his mouth, and looked at Victor, who was craving for a cigarette and was holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"If he's injured, he can't work. He needs to see a doctor. It's a waste of money. Just beat him to death."

"They... don't have any opinions?" Cuaucmote said this after a long while.

"Of course, just kill a few of them."

Victor grinned, "I like troublemakers the most."

Cuaucmote nodded and saw the police dragging the body away. There was a string of blood on the ground.

With this method of treating drug dealers, no wonder no one dares to sell drugs in Mexicali.

Victor lowered his head and looked down the road, stepped off the stone, "I plan to recapture all of Lower California in a while!"

Yes, he used the word recapture.

In Victor's view, drug dealers are the enemy, and this is a war.

"I need a lot of drug dealers. I plan to build a highway from the Lower California region to Oaxaca, the southernmost state in Mexico, to solve the transportation difficulties between the north and the south."

"By then, the throughput of the port of Lower California will definitely increase several times, and it will be easier for goods from Panama, Guatemala and other places to enter Mexico."

"At least it can create hundreds of thousands of jobs, which can also make ordinary people rich."

"In addition to highways, we must have our own railways and our own industries. Mexicans have been sinking for too long."

Quaucmote was shocked when he heard Victor's grand plan.

The contradictions in Mexico are very serious, and the economic conditions of each state are different. Highways across the country are simply "a fool's dream."

"It will take a long time." Cuaucmote murmured.

"Of course, I have a long time, I'm still young, even if I die, there are Santos and others, generation after generation, we can always fulfill our dreams."

"I'm afraid some people will not allow Mexico to rise."

Victor smiled, "If you give up your efforts because the other party doesn't allow it, isn't this a kind of cowardice in itself?"

If the Americans are strong, then give up development, then what's the point? Just lie down. How many heroes in the world rose from the bottom?

They looked at the man on the throne. Did they ever think of giving up?

Those who give up are not heroes!

When you slowly climb up, grit your teeth, sooner or later you will stand in front of the throne and blow up the other party's disdainful eyes!

Be a hero if you are indomitable!

Do you think being a tough guy is just a title?

If you don't agree, just fight, and die.

Victor looked at Quauk Mote with burning eyes, "Of course, kill the drug dealers who destroy peace first!"

The war on drugs is a war in itself.

Quauk Mote nodded very hard.

He seemed to see his father's figure in Victor. The thin shoulders stood in front of the army. He liberated Mexico. He shouted to his people, "Mexicans are no longer slaves!"

He was known as: "The Aztec Eagle!"

Will Victor be next?

"Director, there is news from Sinaloa..."

Just when the two men were "affectionate", a man walked out from behind. He was the reporter of the Mexican International News Department-Jason Bourne!

A man who didn't look handsome or attractive, but his eyes were as plain as water.

Ethan Hunt is the director, he is the talker, there is no conflict.

He was more like a shadow standing beside Victor, protecting him.

"I think I should be busy with some work matters." Victor looked at Quaukmot and said with a smile.

…

Culiacan, the capital of the state of Sinaloa!

A group of drug dealers rushed into a large local supermarket. The security guard rushed to run away, but was beaten to death by the drug dealers from behind!

People who heard the gunshots ran away in fear.

But the drug dealers closed the rolling shutter door and pointed weapons at them!

The drug dealer leader broke into the manager's office. He was so frightened that the manager raised his hands and shouted, "Don't shoot, our protection fee for this month has already been paid."

"Don't worry, sir, we're just letting you show a video and we won't hurt any customers, but...if you don't cooperate, I'll put a grenade in your mouth!"

The manager had no choice but to do as he was told.

Arturo's face suddenly appeared on the large supermarket screen hanging there.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I'm very sorry to interrupt your time. I just want you to watch a video."

All the customers raised their heads and saw on the screen that a group of armed men rushed into the police station and pulled out a few men. Listening to their conversation, it seemed that there was still a mayor inside.

"Cut off his head, I don't like him!" A male voice said coldly outside the camera, and then Arturo raised his knife and chopped off a man's head."

"ah!"

Many female customers exclaimed, hurriedly lowering their heads and not daring to look further, and hurriedly leaned into their husbands' arms.

Later in the video, the mayor was dragged to death by a pickup truck and hung from a street lamp, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining on him.

The body swayed slowly.

The footage also stopped abruptly at this time.

"This is the mayor of Leavenworth. He intends to betray Mr. Guzman. This is a sign of stupidity. Mr. Guzman reminds everyone that Mexico belongs to Sinaloa! It belongs to Guzman!"

After the drug leader saw the video playing, he slapped the manager in the face with his gun and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation!"

When leaving, don’t forget to take a pack of cigarettes with you.

The manager sat slumped, covered in sweat, and wiped his forehead.

Shopping malls and supermarkets are not the only spots. Drug traffickers rushed into TV stations, government agencies and even schools, and played this short video on a loop in states controlled by the Sinaloa Cartel.

Everyone was frightened by Guzman's methods.

A Canadian journalist even said in a program that night that this was an inhumane act and called Guzman a devil.

Then…

He was shot 17 times on his way home.

That was in Canada.

This shows the arrogance of the Sinaloa drug cartel.

Mexicali.Security Department.

Victor, Casare, Alejandro and others all watched this short film and felt deafening when they saw the young man's shouts before his death!

They looked towards the boss.

Victor's expression was very solemn, "Our comrade died."

"But his death cannot be in vain!"

"Pick a random Guzman son and kill him!!"

Jason Bourne made a note on the side, and the God of Death had already started to mark it, and it depends on which son is unlucky.

"Gentlemen, we have to speed up. Mexico is wailing everywhere. We have to save them. I propose that starting from today, all male citizens over the age of 18 in Mexicali, Ensenada City, and Guadalupe Island will Military training is conducted 6 days a month, and no organization is allowed to hinder it.”

"And everyone is given a salary subsidy of $6 a day."

All the people are soldiers! ?

This suggestion scared Alejandro to the point of stuttering, "This..."

"Don't worry, I gave this plan a name: Physical Fitness Movement to encourage young people to keep fit. Is it wrong?"

No matter what is given the title of "high-ranking", it is legal.

At worst, it can be called military training.

If the bosses in Mexico City don’t agree, what can they do?

When Alejandro saw Victor saying this, he also understood that it was useless for him to advocate anything, so he kept his mouth shut obediently.

"Our propaganda department is going to build momentum for Mr. Cuauquemot, and when he returns to Mexico City, he will impeach Carlos. By then I will see slogans for Carlos to step down everywhere!"

"Including the entrance to the Presidential Palace."

"This requires a lot of money." Casare said frankly.

"Don't feel bad, we can get more in the future."

"Behind Carlos is the Aragon family. They control the entire Mexican television station and newspapers. It will be difficult to bypass them." Alejandro said softly.

If you want to kill your opponent, you have to understand who is standing behind him?

Just by hearing the surname Aragon, you can understand their former glory, or they may have a connection with Spain. It is rumored that the royal family controls Mexico's property through this family.

Just like the British gave up many colonies, but would support puppets in the local area to be their own decision-makers.

Mexico was once a colony of Spain.

Victor squinted his eyes, "They are not stupid. Seeing that Carlos is about to fall, maybe they are eagerly looking for new partners now. Maybe, it won't be long before we can become comrades in the trench."

Isn't the family like this? I will follow whoever has the bigger fist.

They can stand firm because of their eyesight.

"Mr. Cuaucmote is our most important banner!"

And at this time, in a heavily guarded mansion.

This is where Victor let Cuaucmote's family settle down.

"Do you want to hear a bedtime story?" He looked at his son McClure on the bed, touched his forehead and said with a smile.

"I want to listen to "Hero Victor"!"

Quaucmote was startled and looked at his wife who was holding a book next to him, "Is this a new story?"

"Santos told me this." McClure jumped out of bed in his pajamas, his eyes shining, "Santos said that Mr. Victor is the hero who saved Mexico. He defeated the drug dealers entrenched in Guadalupe Island!"

"He threw those drug dealers into the sea to feed the sharks."

"He hung them on the bridge, and he pointed at the drug dealers and told the people that this was the fate of the drug dealers!"

"They are singing his songs!"

McClure waved his hands and shouted, "Hi! Mr. Victor!"

Quaucmote's scalp was numb. He looked at his wife, hugged McClure, and looked very serious, "Do you really think he did the right thing?"

He felt a strong sense of personal worship.

This may be attributed to "charm", but it also transcends "charm"!

"I asked Santos as well."

"What did he say?"

"He said, we don't have to be bullied by drug dealers, we have our own house, we can move around at night, we can enjoy our own happiness, Mr. Victor is right!" McClure imitated Santos' words.

"Father, isn't that what you hope for?" McClure looked at him curiously and asked.

Quauukumot raised his head and sighed.

Mexico...

Here comes the real tough guy!

PS: Today's chapter is a big one, and it's worth splitting into four chapters. The main chapters are connected, don't be timid, and occasionally write 5,000 words at a time.

Today is also 10,000 words!