Chapter 141 Only the Name Victor Is Just!

Giancarlos bent over and hid on the side of the armored vehicle.

He calmly observed his surroundings.

The situation on the battlefield was not bad. The guards were all selected from the best soldiers. They set up counterattack positions on the spot and relied on the convoy to fight back.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Giancarlos shouted, "Alternate cover, pass on in turn."

If there is no communication tool on the battlefield, then you can only rely on shouting, and the police officers around who heard his voice will pass on his words.

Giancarlos' eyes suddenly condensed, as if he saw something.

He grabbed the upper handrail of a Hummer and jumped up, with a 75-type 105mm recoilless gun on it!

"Turn around! Turn around!" He shouted to a police officer who climbed onto the car, signaling the other party to turn around.

He quickly sat on the chair, adjusted the angle, aimed at the distance, and called a police officer to load the bullet.

"Incendiary bomb!"

The shell is loaded!

Fire!

Bang...

The Hummer moved back several dozen centimeters, and the shell flew towards the destination.

He saw a figure just now, obviously hiding behind a tree.

Burn you to death!

As the name suggests, the incendiary bomb is a professional arsonist. The bush was instantly ignited, and with the wind, it blew very quickly.

I saw four drug dealers panicking and crawling out of hiding, but they were caught up in a moment...

They were trapped in the fire circle.

I could vaguely see the drug dealers struggling in panic and screaming.

You hide, I will burn you to death!

The fire is actually very difficult to control.

Especially in dry, flammable and explosive places.

The whole valley forest was on fire, and huge smoke filled the air above, drilling into the nostrils without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Carlos Gan coughed hard, covering his nose, "Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

All the police officers hurriedly got in the car, and the armored vehicle led the way in front, knocking away the blown-up Hummer.

At this time, on the top of another mountain, Carlos, the third of the Beltran Leyva brothers, saw this scene through a telescope, and was unwilling to hit the adobe with his fist.

The CISEN (Mexican Intelligence Department) people next to him glanced at him, and there was obviously an idiotic look in their eyes.

Doesn't it hurt?

Carlos Beltran Leyva's face twitched, and he put his hands silently in his pockets. He couldn't shout, he had to save face.

"We didn't expect Victor to send armored vehicles and guards to protect Cuauhcmote, unless he launched an army to encircle and suppress him." The head of the intelligence department's operations said.

TMD, this is a 105mm recoil gun, I've never seen it before!

Who is so extravagant that 180 people are equipped with such equipment.

Do you have a phobia of insufficient firepower?

You dare to set off incendiary bombs now, what about next time? High explosive bombs? Fuel bombs?

The Mexican army pays salaries faster than you replace weapons and equipment.

"Then send the army!" Carlos Beltran Leyva interrupted him, "If it doesn't work, call the air force to blow him up."

Does Mexico have an air force?

It seems that there are only old planes left.

The other party immediately looked at him with a stupid look, why they have the same name, one is a drug dealer, and the other is a president. He finally understood that it was a problem of IQ.

"I will ask the gentleman again."

If the identity of Kuaukmote is exposed, the old people in the party will definitely come out to stop it. Many of them were promoted by his father.

If it is exposed, everyone will be embarrassed.

Carlos Beltran Leyva was furious, but he was more mobile. What can you do? If you can't beat him, just run.

Damn!

Can't you be tougher and fight to the death?

Are all Victor's soldiers so spineless?

Guan Carlos pressed the intercom and left the blocked section. It was finally usable. "No rest next, go directly to Mexico City."

"Got it!"

"Got it!"

…

The intercom echoed each team.

Guan Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so exciting!

The drug dealers and Carlos were crazy. They would definitely wait in front and would never give up until they killed Cuauhkmote.

Cuauhkmote is a well-known "pioneer in drug eradication". He has expressed his views on drug dealers on stage more than once. If you go back on stage, won't people be disgusted to death?

At this time, Cuauhkmote, who was sitting in the armored vehicle, heard no gunshots outside and the car was moving. He knew that he had "escaped" successfully, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

Cuauhkmote looked up suddenly and saw the phone on the seat opposite. He laughed at himself. This was too shocking.

He leaned over, took it, and answered, "Hello!"

…

"Director, it's connected!"

A secretary shouted while holding the phone.

Victor, who was anxiously standing by, hurried over, "Hello, Carlos!"

"He's outside, Victor."

Victor was startled, "Quaukmote? What's going on? Did something happen to you? Why can't I get through on the phone?"

The other party hurriedly told him everything that had just happened, and finally smiled bitterly, "It seems that Carlos doesn't want me to enter the city alive."

Victor frowned.

Jason Bourne looked at the boss's expression from the side, as if he was going to kill someone's son again.

"Actually, I think we can make a bigger show." The man on the other side, Kwaukmot, thought for a moment, "If a TV station broadcasts my return to Mexico City live, even if Carlos and his men dare to take action, they won't dare to go too far, at most it will be an assassination."

When Victor heard this, it really made sense.

"I am a classmate of Jonathan Aragon of the Mexican News Group. I am confident that he will support me now."

"? Do you know each other?"

Jonathan is the person in charge of the Mexican News Group and the eldest son of the Aragon family.

"I have known each other for more than 30 years. We used to live in the same dormitory. He has been helping me privately, but he can't go against the situation. Carlos is more powerful than me. He has a large drug trafficking group behind him. Jonathan has to take care of the family."

Kwaukmot took a moment to be alert, "But it's different now. Carlos has made many stupid moves. Besides, Victor now has you. You are my voice. Jonathan will see the situation clearly."

This is so corny.

"Any words need to be proven by strength. We are at the dinner table now, not on the sidelines. If Jonathan refuses to cooperate, you can send a threatening letter. Victor, you are now more famous in Mexico than the drug dealers."

A military leader should have the style of a military leader.

Victor thought he was right.

It's just arrogance, who wouldn't?

"I will give a televised speech in San Luis Potosi, accusing Carlos of what he did, and announce the establishment of a new party! It is the greatest insult to me to be in cahoots with the umbrella of drug dealers!"

"I hope you can join us then."

Quaucmote still took the old path of his previous life. He broke up with Carlos and did re-establish a party, intending to use politics to restore Mexico to a bright and clear world.

But he later found that everything is new, but collusion with drug dealers and corruption and bribery are old, and they are even more rampant. He even met the drug traffickers in his office.

The other party sat in his chair and laughed at his "stupidity", thinking that he was just an idiot who didn't know how to adapt.

Cuauhcmote felt tired, and then resigned directly and disappeared from the political stage.

"As long as you hold high the banner of killing drug dealers, I will always help you, Cuauhcmote!" Victor said with a serious face.

If you fight drugs, we are good friends.

If you sell drugs...

We can only be enemies, and Victor doesn't care whether we have friendship or not.

Cuauhcmote also heard the hint in his tone, was silent for a while, and then said in a serious tone, "The son of Cardenas has never been a criminal!"

The son of the Aztec eagle also wants to fly.

"The plateau prison is my people. The prison guards there can be armed. When necessary, I can command them to attack the official residence. My troops will arrive at the city within 24 hours!"

Victor was very satisfied with his answer, thought about it and said in a deep voice.

The secretary next to him turned his head quickly, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Boss... No matter!

Loyalty!

He was fighting drugs, and it was only possible to cut off all the rotten branches on the trunk. Mexican drugs penetrated into his internal organs.

Politics is not a dinner party, it is fatal, and so is drug eradication.

We cannot take a step back!

In the hall, everyone was quiet, and Jason Bourne, the bold head of Mexico's International News Department, was also holding his breath.

The conversation between the two people determined the direction of an era.

Maybe failure, maybe success?

"No need, Victor." Cuauhcmote was also frightened by his boldness, and his tone was slightly gentler, "You are a policeman, I am a politician, what we need is drug eradication, not rebellion, drug eradication is our first goal, and the people will stand by us."

"We should mobilize all the forces we can mobilize!"

"There are still many knowledgeable people in Mexico."

Victor thought for a while, "Then I will send someone to protect your safety."

This time Cuauhcmote did not refuse, he agreed.

"Thank you, Victor."

"No, thank you for our common ideals!"

After hanging up the phone, Victor handed the phone back to the secretary. Seeing that everyone was looking at him with a "survivor" look, he smiled and said, "What? Are you afraid that I will be impulsive?"

The secretary shook his head hurriedly.

"If you fail, it's treason, if you succeed, it's GM!" Jason Bourne suddenly said something next to him.

Victor was stunned and looked at him, "I'm a policeman, I only stand for justice, and drug eradication is justice."

"Then if Carlos suddenly announced a drug ban, would you support him, boss?"

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Of course not."

"In Mexico, only the name Victor is justice!"

Okay...

You can say whatever you want.

Victor doesn't want to get involved in politics too much, he just wants to eradicate drugs.

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PS: Wow! Posting two pictures together, today is another 10,000 words, too tired, neck hurts, everyone give a vote to support~