Chapter 143 Victor Has Mental Problems.

Chapter 143 Victor... has mental problems.

CIA agents are very arrogant!

Their record is really amazing.

The last scene of Chilean doctor Allende holding an AK47 against the rebels will always be a classic.

Sankara from the country of righteous people, he rose like a darling of the times and brought [Burkina Faso] to a bright position, but he also fell like a meteor.

Through many cases, we can actually see that the CIA likes to use "interests" to buy the confidants around the target person, and then stab them in the back.

But this trick...

I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for Victor.

Not to mention that the Mexican International News Department is in the dark, all of them are 100% loyal to him. Even now, Victor does not allow people including Casare and Alejandro to control the "military power".

Without soldiers, how do you want to kill me?

At most, you can support drug dealers or "criminal alliances against Victor".

After all, Mexico is still a sovereign country. You, a CIA guy, come to their territory to threaten a "powerful person" who has "character defects". You...

beng...

Victor kicked over the garbage next to him and threw an ashtray at him.

As an agent, Tulio Walters' reaction speed is impeccable. He dodged in panic, but Victor used a series of moves and grabbed the coffee table and swung it.

kuang—smash!

He hit the opponent's head.

Victor grabbed Tulio Walters' hair and pressed his knee on his ribs, "CNM! Threaten me? I have mental problems, you threaten me?"

He picked up the ashtray on the ground and smashed it hard on his teeth, breaking all the front teeth.

Tulio Walters was in so much pain that he almost fainted.

Jonathan Panier of the DEA was stunned by this scene, and he was even a little flustered.

CIA people were hit in front of him?

This…

He looked around, his scalp tingling, and he saw the bodyguards in the room looking at him with warning eyes.

Victor was tired of smashing, so he threw the ashtray on the ground, which was covered with blood.

Just at this time, B2 and the others dragged Quintero in, and they looked at each other in surprise when they saw the scene in front of them.

Victor stretched out his finger, and Casare lit a cigarette for him, took a puff, and looked at Jonathan Panier, "Sorry, I'm under great mental pressure."

"Please don't get me wrong, I'm not against the United States, but Tulio Walters participated in the murder of Camarena by the leader of the drug cartel."

"Quintero can testify."

Victor walked over and pulled up Quintero's hair, "Was he at the scene when you killed Camarena?"

Quintero's eyes were all black and purple, looking at Tulio Walters on the ground, he shook his head.

"Then add him!" Victor said directly, turning to look at the bald Jonathan and spreading his hands, "It's a convenient thing."

"Aren't you DEA unhappy with the CIA anyway? Don't you want to kill him?"

"Mr. Jonathan, CIA agents who died overseas are worthless, but if your superiors knew that you pried the fact that the CIA killed Camarena from Quintero, perhaps you can get more from the president."

"In the cause of drug control, we are a united front. In many aspects, the US government will not give you much support, but as long as it is a drug dealer, my police officers and I are very willing to cooperate. You DEA needs to have your own armed forces overseas."

Victor said this directly, it was too tiring to go around in circles.

Jonathan Panier was immediately moved when he heard this.

In fact, the internal efficiency of the DEA is very low. Many times when you report it, the drug dealers have sold out the drugs and have not received support. This makes Jonathan Panier, who always pays attention to efficiency, very dissatisfied.

When he came to fight against drugs, no informant dared to cooperate with them. Even if they received the news and went out, they would have been gone long ago.

The most important thing is that he is very happy to see Tulio Walters suffer a setback.

There are too many conflicts between the DEA and the CIA overseas...

There have even been confrontations between two groups of people on both sides.

To put it more directly, it is white people who yearn for light VS black people who are drug traffickers and smugglers but have backgrounds.

Both sides want to kill each other.

Jonathan Panier and Camarena were comrades in the same army. Later, they joined the DEA together. After the latter was persecuted, he took the initiative to apply for work in Mexico.

The Mexican government "let Quintero go", which made him feel uneasy. He even heard that the Sinaloa court was going to acquit him. This made Jonathan Panier very angry, but more helpless.

If he cooperates with Victor...

He can use his armed forces to fight drug dealers! !

CIA?

Let them go to hell.

Others are afraid of him, but the DEA is not.

"After the establishment of the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, we will provide the DEA with 10 million US dollars in funding every year, and hope to work with your department to carry out drug control work in Latin America and even the world."

Jonathan Panier's eyes even glowed when he heard this.

Fuck!

The DEA has to report to buy a pen. The funds given by the parliament masters are completely limited. The department has called for more than one increase in treatment, but the money has been used for intelligence departments such as the CIA.

10 million is enough for DEA members to live well.

Jonathan Panier was a smart man. He looked at Quintero and then at Tulio Walters on the ground, "Mr. Victor, my dear CIA comrade was killed by drug traffickers in Mexico!"

This directly confused Victor.

Good guy, are you better at playing than me?

According to a 2009 declassification by the United States, when Camarena died in 1985, a document had actually been transferred to the DEA, and he discovered that the CIA was involved in drug trafficking.

Just when the DEA bosses wanted to call him back to the country to ensure his safety, something happened.

This incident even aroused dissatisfaction among many retired Drug Enforcement Administration police officers, who called for an investigation of the CIA on the street. However, by that time, the CIA had become bigger and stronger and did not even pay attention to Congress.

Victor looked at him, MD, the bald man must have lost his hair because of his bad intentions.

"Quintero armed and killed a CIA officer!"

"Okay!" Jonathan Panier nodded.

Jason Bourne glanced at the boss, saw him nodding slightly, took Quintero's hand, put the gun into his hand, held his hand, pointed it at the agent on the ground and fired three times .

All hit the mark!

"When the time comes, just cut off his tongue and leave the rest to me." Jonathan said easily, obviously he usually did the same to drug dealers.

With a smile on his face, Victor said, "Let's have a nice chat in another place, Mr. Jonathan, the smell of blood here is too strong."

"I'm very happy. I also want to learn from you about anti-drug concepts."

The two of them were just hanging on each other's backs.

It is too normal for a CIA to die overseas, and coming to Mexico to do intelligence is inherently dangerous.

Pablo was very crazy in the last two years. He paid $50,000 to kill a CIA agent. At that time, American intelligence agents in Colombia were like dogs.

In the next office, Jonatan and Victor had been secretly spying for more than four hours, making several agreements.

1. Quintero was handed over to the DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration)

2. Victor provides an annual sponsorship of US$10 million, including an additional US$1 million for the Mexican branch.

3. The DEA can request cooperation from the California Security Department in anti-drug operations, and Victor has the right to refuse.

4. DEA recognized Victor as an overseas employee of its organization.

5. The DEA is responsible for helping Victor solve the trouble caused by the CIA!

…

These are all verbal agreements and cannot be written into any contract. They are shady transactions.

Victor doesn't need much help from the DEA, as long as he is not labeled as a terrorist organization.

What the CIA likes to do most is to put trumped-up charges on other people's heads.

Other supporting overseas organizations?

See you on the battlefield!

After the two reached a cooperation, Victor specially asked someone to get red wine and picked up the glass, "Mr. Jonathan, maybe it won't be long before the great anti-drug cause will be completed in Mexico!"

"I'm looking forward to that day and Camarena is looking forward to that day."

"Here's to our great cause!"

"To our fallen comrades."

Bang~

The two clinked their glasses and drank in one gulp.

…

San Luis Potosi, a motel.

Cuauquemot smoked a cigarette and looked quietly at the man sitting in front of him, Honatan Aragon, the silver-haired spokesman for the Mexican News Group, in a white suit.

"I remember you don't smoke." Honattan said.

"Proper smoking is also a kind of indulgence."

Quaukmot said with a smile, stuffing half of the cigarette into the ashtray, "I never thought you would really come."

"I don't want you to fall into an abyss that you can't get out of. We are friends."

"Are you so sure I can't defeat Carlos?"

Honatan Aragon's eyes flashed, he stood up and looked through the window to see the patrolling police officers below, "Just rely on them? Victor's people?"

"Isn't it enough? Do you think Carlos will have a chance when my political background is combined with his armed forces? I will announce the establishment of a new political party in the Plaza de San Luis Potosi!"

Honatan Aragon frowned when he heard this. When he received the call from the other party, he told him that he had a very important matter and hoped to meet him to discuss it.

It's been a long time since I've seen Cuauquemot so cautious. He came to the meeting in a helicopter. Honatan was very well-informed. He already knew that the other party had gone to Baja California. He even knew what Carlos had smashed in the office. , but even if I was slightly prepared in my heart, I still feel a little frightened when I hear this.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I am doing what my father, I, Victor, and millions of people who yearn for the bright future hope for. We hope that students can afford to study, we hope that the elderly can afford medical treatment, and we hope that there will be no drug dealers in Mexico!" boasted Ukmot stood up and waved his arms vigorously.

"We have to think about the people!"

"I'm not asking you to join us completely, Honatan, but you have to wake up. Carlos can't protect your assets. If you continue to be stubborn, I can't hold Victor back. He is very dissatisfied with plutocrats like you!"

"He thinks you're in cahoots with drug dealers."

"This is slander!" Hornatan retorted in surprise.

"Of course you can appeal, or even bribe others to kill Victor, but you have to understand the consequences of going against him. I even think he is mentally ill."

"I am your friend, so I consider you and your family."

"Victor never needs a reason to kill."

Well...

You are slandering the great Mr. Victor directly behind his back. Who said that he doesn't need a reason to kill? It's just that the reason is a little bit exaggerated.

Jonathan's face was solemn, and he opened his mouth.

It's the same all over the world. The chaebols are afraid of the military leaders. Even South Korea has a period of military government. At that time, the chaebols were almost all very well-behaved.

There was a silence in the hotel.

"What do you need me to do?"

Quaukmot heard his words and laughed happily, "Don't be nervous, man, just give me a live broadcast of the whole Mexico when the time comes."

"Is it that simple?" Jonathan Aragon looked at him suspiciously.

"I never ask my friends for too much. I know it's not easy for you and I understand you." Quaukmot changed his tone and said gently.

Looking at the sincere eyes of the other party, Jonathan Aragon took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I hope you can succeed!"

"If you don't succeed, you'd rather die!"

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