Chapter 139 Mr. Guzman, Your Son Is Gone!

The next day.

Cuaucmote planned to leave Mexicali.

He was going to Mexico City to raise the anti-drug banner!

"Please take care of them both." He was still worried about his wife and son, holding Victor's hand tightly.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of them and will never let them suffer any grievances."

Cuaucmote looked at his worried wife, walked over and hugged her, and whispered, "Wait for me to come back."

"God bless you, dear."

Cuaucmote sat in a combat vehicle equipped with reactive armor, with 4 troop carriers, more than a dozen Hummers and 5 troop carriers around him, equipped with a 140-man guard selected from EDM and the EDTV.

Why hide and hide when escorting people back to Mexico City?

If you have the strength, show it.

Pull out the anti-aircraft machine gun, who dares to block the way, just shoot to death.

Instead, they hide and hide, and have no capital to resist if they are caught.

Of course, they did not hang Victor's logo, but painted the Mexican military logo.

To get back to Mexico City, you have to pass through Sonora, Chihuahua, Durango and other areas actually controlled by drug cartels. If you hang a bust of Victor.

NMD, the tires have been removed for you!

If you fly in the air, you are afraid that Carlos will close the airport for you and arrest you directly. Don't think this guy can't do it.

He even dares to shoot you down with a missile.

In 1980, France shot down an Italian passenger plane, killing 81 people. It is said that Colonel Ka was supposed to be on it.

Never overestimate the integrity of politicians.

Watching the convoy leave, Victor put his hand down, touched McClure's head, and glanced at Kwaukmot's wife, "Tatiana, if you need anything, you can contact me."

The other party's face was a little pale, and his body was very weak. He smiled and nodded, and after looking at the vehicle going away, he retracted his gaze. A female agent of the Mexican International News Department pushed her away.

"Chief, we found the trace of Guzman's eldest son, Francelino, in Mexico City." Jason Bourne leaned over and said.

Victor's expression suddenly turned cold, "Record it, I want to send it to Guzman."

You play the video, I play the video too, you kill my believers, I kill your son.

With your short and stubby appearance, how many sons can you have?

Anyway, I don't have any sons...

I won't feel sorry for you if I die.

No!

All the people in Mexico are his children.

He wants to be the "Godfather of Mexico".

After the convoy drove out of Mexicali, it passed a small road and soon entered the territory of Sonora.

Compared with Lower California...

The DM in the air here is obviously exceeded, and Cuauhcmote felt very uncomfortable in his stomach.

"Sir, our journey is about 28 hours. According to the plan, we will arrive in Mexico City at about 8 o'clock tomorrow night."

After being promoted, Guan Carlos, who was nicknamed "New Recruit" for Cuauhcmote, was sent to a two-month internal training.

Victor has a primary school in the school, where he is the main lecturer, and Casare, Kennedy and others are deputy lecturers. It is a training place for police officers.

The reason why he was chosen as the captain of the guard is that he scored full marks in the after-class test.

The topic is more biased...

For example: When was Victor's sculpture on Guadalupe Island built?

Who is Mr. Victor's idol?

What was Mr. Victor's mental state when he was a prison guard in the Plateau Prison? Please write a 500-word description.

Well... Gancarlos got full marks.

How can such talents not be reused?

Hearing his words, Kwaukmot smiled and nodded. Maybe he caught a cold last night, his throat was a little itchy, and he coughed. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of the car in front from the intercom on the side.

"Zizizi~ No. 1! There is a white Buick blocking us in front."

Gancarlos quickly raised the observation mirror installed on the side of the armored vehicle and squinted his eyes to look out through it.

Sure enough, I saw a white Buick convertible swaying back and forth between the two lanes, deliberately turning away. There was a man and three women in the car. The man driving was wearing sunglasses and arrogantly raised his middle finger.

The three women looked like they were from the dusty world. They stood up and waved the scarves in their hands with a smile. Why don’t you wave sanitary napkins?

One of the women sitting in the back seat even made an obscene gesture.

“The logo of the local drug cartel in Sonora State is marked on their necks.” The report from the police officer in another car came from the intercom.

The Mexican International News Department has long understood the neighboring state. With the money spent, there are many outside informants. As long as it is a drug cartel, it is on their list, including the leader, logo, and annual business (very important). They check it clearly.

And this information will be summarized and distributed to various police teams, and updated every week to ensure the smooth operation.

Guan Carlos looked at the Buick car and seemed to be tired of playing with it. He was going to run away with a foot on the accelerator. You flirted with us and you are going to leave?

Pick up the intercom, "shoot them!"

"Got it!"

Kuaukumot looked out the small window of the armored vehicle and saw a Humvee passing behind the convoy. A police officer stood up and fired a Browning M2HB 0.50-inch machine gun directly at it.

The bullets were floating and the trajectory was unstable...

The woman sitting in the back seat had her head blown open, and blood spattered onto the face of her companion next to her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

The companion screamed in horror and stared with wide eyes.

Now you know how brave Jacqueline was at that time, right? You can also turn around to pick up the skull.

When the man driving the car turned around and saw the half of the head, his hands shook. The steering wheel shook and he rushed to the side. He rolled three times and everyone was thrown out.

The police officer on the Humvee turned his gun and pointed directly at the vehicle.

Maybe it hit the fuel tank and collapsed! It exploded directly!

"I hate Buicks!" the officer who fired the shot laughed loudly.

"Comfortable!"

Giancarlos let out a long breath and smiled when he saw Cuaukmote looking at him with a strange look, "Our director said, what kind of drug dealer can drive in front of us?"

"They drove, and we beat them up!"

"Break their legs when they walk."

Cuaukmote looked at Giancarlos. He really wanted to ask, is your boss a gangster?

It seems to be true!

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Mexico City.La No. 20 Cantina!

This is one of the famous local "tequila" bars!

There are of course some more debauched activities.

You can see a lot of Mexican celebrities hanging out here.

"Mr. Ainsley Guzman will pay for everything tonight!" the DJ shouted loudly with the microphone, and the lights matched the lighting on a man sitting in the booth. He was very short and stocky. Wearing a Rolex Bao Dai on his hand, this was originally sold to the last emperor of the Nguyen Dynasty of Vietnam in 1954, and was later bought by him for $6 million.

The man was hugging her from left to right, with an emerald ring on his hand.

Showing off his wealth has been something the son of a drug lord has done since he was a child.

He is the son of Guzman and a waiter when he was 19. He just came of age when his father made his fortune. He is now 22 years old and is mainly responsible for Sinaloa's business in Mexico.

Ainsley Guzman loves the attention of others. Is there anything happier than throwing away money?

He played until 2 a.m. before he came out of the bar drunk.

He was surrounded by bodyguards and... agents from Mexico's National Security Intelligence Service (Cisen) to protect him.

Once, he wanted to know the power of a grenade and blew up a mansion worth 2.12 million US dollars. At that time, the police just took a look and left.

Sitting in his red Porsche, he drunkenly drove the woman home and had a party!

Driving faster and faster, the bodyguard behind stepped on the accelerator to catch up, looking at the code speed on it: 147!

Afraid that Ainsley Guzman would drive him over.

Buzz buzz~

A flashing police bell appeared on the road ahead. A large black van with a police logo was lying sideways, and four or five police officers wearing reflective vests stood waving their batons.

"Honey, someone is checking the car." The woman sitting in the passenger seat raised her head and touched Ainsley Guzman's chest and said.

"Check? Run over! Who will check me!"

He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated!

I didn’t see any broken tire brakes on the ground...

This thing won't roll over.

biu... There was a crisp sound, and the tire began to deflate. After driving for dozens of meters, it stopped, just in front of the police car.

"TMD!" Ainsley Guzman looked at the tires and waved his hands angrily, "Idiot, don't you know who I am? Don't you recognize this license plate?"

"Of course I know, Mr. Ainsley..." Ethan Hunt tipped the police hat on his head and said with a smile, "We are here to find you!"

"Represent justice!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ainsley was stunned.

Is there still justice in Mexico?

At this time, cars driven by bodyguards and agents from behind also came over.

At this time, the bodyguard driving the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen was still complaining, "Driving so fast, we finally caught up. We have to thank these police."

"But I think he will show off his power later, and may even kill those who block his way." The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat said with a smile, lowering his head to dig through the cigarettes.

"Be careful!!" the bodyguard sitting behind shouted in a high voice.

The co-pilot looked up and saw a missile? Flying towards me!

Ainsley saw a police officer pull open a black van and pull out a... FIM-92 anti-aircraft missile? !

Aim at the bodyguard's vehicle and pull the trigger decisively.

Can't surface-to-air missiles be surface-to-ground?

Ainsley's mind was still a little blank due to his alcoholism. He turned his head suddenly and saw the stinger hitting the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen in front of him.

boom!

Immediately ascend to heaven on the spot!

A ball of fire came out of the car from the front, rear, left and right.

This sudden scene frightened the remaining bodyguards and agents. They turned the steering wheel suddenly, some braked suddenly, jumped around... and crashed in series.

Ethan Hunter put a black bag around Ainsley's neck, forcefully pulled him out of the car and dragged him towards the van. The latter's face turned red instantly.

"Video! Video! Video! Start now." Ethan Hunter shouted to his colleagues like a pervert.

"Let Guzman see how his son was kidnapped!"

The officer in charge of the video also took a close-up of Ainsley.

Others were responsible for covering fire, holding machine guns and shooting at the bodyguards, so that they did not dare to get out of the car.

"Send a sting! Then run away!" Ethan Hunt yelled.

"OK!"

A colleague shouted in response.

The sound was not hidden at all, even the Mexican agents over there heard it.

"Be careful, they still have missiles!"

"Dodge! Dodge!"

A group of people ran away in a panic, and some people were lying on the ground, even holding their heads.

But after waiting for a while, nothing happened. When I raised my head, I saw the door of the van closing, and someone was giving them the middle finger, mocking, "Idiot, the stinger is free!"

Boss Victor said that missiles are not allowed to be released anywhere.

That's too dangerous.

The bodyguards were so angry that they stood up and cursed.

"Get in the car! Get in the car and chase!"

But the car was smashed into pieces, and I could only watch the van leave.

A gust of wind blew.

Ruined!

Mr. Guzman’s son is gone!

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