Chapter 147 Declare Victor a Rebel!

Sweet is a regular police officer with the local police department in Tijuana.

But he is also a member of a local "Pescador mexicano (Mexican fishermen)" society. Of course, it is not fishing, but a more extreme anti-drug organization.

There are many such organizations in Latin America, with strong connotations.

For example, the "Aryan Brotherhood" in the United States advocates white supremacy.

There are about seven people in the organization, all of whom have blood feuds with drug dealers. It's not that they don't plan to recruit more people, but this is Tijuana.

One and a half of the three people are members of the drug trade.

The other half are wavering, depending on what benefits there are. If the money is large, they can also be members of anti-drug organizations.

In order to prevent accidents, they rarely recruit people.

Mainly to hunt down lone drug dealers!

Sweet's wife doesn't even know this.

He gathered his team members, and most of them had old antiques in their hands. They had no source of funds and could only use some World War II-era weapons.

"Mr. Victor called in!" Sweet looked at the team members with shining eyes, "When I was at the police station, I once sent the chief to a mansion, and I met a person there."

"Who?" replied a short, fat team member. He was Sweet's boy friend and colleague Piette, holding a PPSH-41 submachine gun in his hand.

"Armando Carrillo Fuentes!"

This name made the team members startled and looked at each other.

"The Guadalupe Island Police Department is offering a reward of 2 million U.S. dollars. Armando, nicknamed: General Killer?" Piette asked with raised eyebrows.

This nickname came from his reputation for killing two Mexican generals in Mexicali.

King of the Sky?

How many planes do you have, how dare you shout like that.

You don’t even have bombers, how can you still be the king of the sky? Look, you are the old bastard in the sky!

"Let's go kill him!" Sweet was quite courageous.

"Relying on the... old guy in our hands?" Piette glared.

"Who said old guys can't kill people? Don't you like to find older people when you go to the red light district?"

Piette blushed.

"Do you want to do it or not? As long as we kill him, we can join Victor's army in the future."

The team members looked at each other.

"Done!"

Sweet certainly knows how to gain wealth through risk.

"Walk!"

Tijuana is playing in full swing.

In another city, Tecate, things went smoothly.

Mainly because of Victor's new younger brother, Guillermo, the local police chief, who was very capable and kept the situation under control until Victor announced the encirclement and suppression of drug dealers in Baja California.

He immediately "rised up!"

He led police officers directly into the city hall and arrested the mayor and several deputy mayors who were in a meeting.

"What are you doing Guillermo?"

"Please call me police officer! You drug-trafficking bastard." Guillermo went up and gave the other party a slap in the face.

The deputy next to him slapped the table, "You..."

Guillermo picked up the ashtray and smashed it with his backhand, like smashing a watermelon, making a loud clang.

oh!

His eyes are shining, and it’s so cool to hit someone with an ashtray!

No wonder Boss Victor also likes to use this.

Guillermo rushed up and hit the deputy who fell to the ground several times.

"Ashtray Team" has added another member.

"Don't move around, or you'll be beaten to death. Don't blame our shaking hands."

Tecate itself is a small city, a place where you can't even see it on a map of Mexico, when anti-narcotics forces roll into town in armored vehicles.

The drug dealers ran away and surrendered to those who surrendered, without even resisting, just kneeling on the ground.

The angry police officer leading the team scolded them, "Why don't you resist?"

Drug dealer:? ? ?

Is there something wrong with you, is there something wrong with our surrender?

"Captain, there are reporters." The team members behind him shouted softly. The captain took a deep breath and glared at them, "Those bastards are lucky. We can send electricity to Mexicali and our troops will resolve the battle."

There was still a lot of resentment in his tone.

This gang of drug dealers can only count themselves lucky and have to be sent to build roads.

City of Mexicali, security department building.

This is the combat command office.

When it comes to fighting, of course it has to be formal.

There are also maps on the wall.

"Director, the Tecate drug dealers have surrendered." Casare trotted over and said slightly excitedly.

Victor's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at the time, 3 hours and 2 minutes!

"Let them strictly control local security. All exits must be blocked and no drug dealers can escape."

Casare nodded and lowered his voice, "Boss, some of the show scenes seemed too bloody, and some police officers executed drug dealers privately."

"The station has received a lot of complaint calls, all from other states."

complaint?

This confused Victor. Are you sure this is not black humor?

Why don’t you, Mexico, learn from the Yankees’ way of putting human rights first?

"None of the drug dealers who were privately executed protested. What were they protesting for? If anyone calls the TV station again, let them go. I'm used to them. My police officers are on the front line to uphold justice. They are beeping down below. If they can, Let them go to war."

"Let the parties concerned make complaints in the future."

Casare couldn't laugh or cry.

"Occupying Baja California is our strategic goal. Anyone who stands in front of us will be crushed!" Victor was determined.

Baja California is really great, and the location is really convenient. Look at how the Baja California in the United States has developed. As long as the drug dealers are wiped out and the tourism industry is vigorously developed, the daily GDP will definitely increase a lot.

And there are many people who go to the United States from here.

Those human traffickers make a lot of money by collecting head fees. This is also an industrial chain. It is said that if other steps are removed, it costs 3,000 US dollars for one person to transport from Mexico to the other side!

This is the price in the 1980s.

NMD...

How can such a profitable business be controlled by criminals? Of course, it must be managed by the Baja California government, and the name has been thought of. When the official tourist visa is issued, the ship will be sent directly to you, and you don’t have to worry about the ship capsizing.

In a few years, this place will definitely become the most desirable city for people from all over the world, and boosting domestic demand is just around the corner.

This is just a small part of the economic recovery measures.

Of course...

Victor has no "power". He is just an ordinary small director, but when Cuauhté moves into the Mexican official residence, he will be the "Economic Advisor of Baja California, the head of the state security department, and the person in charge of the state police department!"

Don't worry... calm down first.

"Director, your call."

"Who is it?"

"Carlos...Mr.!" The secretary looked strange.

Victor also showed surprise on his face, but then he smiled, picked up the phone, and greeted first, "Good afternoon, Mr. President."

"Oh no! I'll have to add a pre-word soon."

...

Carlos almost smashed his phone when he heard the words on the other end of the phone that were almost "humiliating"!

But reason told him to stay calm.

Carlos took a deep breath, "If you ask Kuaukumot to give up the action, I can agree to any request you make."

"I'm just a policeman, sir, not the president!"

Carlos' teeth were broken.

Kaukumot, that bastard, wants to create a New Mexico?

There are still many old people who support him, which makes Carlos very angry. He can imagine what is waiting for him if he steps down.

Will Kuaukumot let him live?

Will Victor let him live?

Will other families let him live?

They must be afraid that they would say too much and cause an accidental death. Carlos didn't want to die, and there was fear in his eyes.

"I can promote you to the position of Minister of Security of Mexico, and I promise you to crack down on drug dealers across the country!"

"As long as you make Cuauhcmote stop!"

Carlos' tone was pleading.

Victor almost laughed, "Sir, we don't need your consent to crack down on drug dealers. This is the mission and responsibility of the police!"

"You are not doing well in this position, and you should change someone."

"Are you going to force me to death! Victor!" Carlos finally couldn't help but roared.

"Force you to death?"

Victor's tone was unkind, "Yes, I'm going to force you to death! If you jump off the balcony now, I will let the Salinas family go!"

"You are trading with drug cartels, which is a betrayal of Mexico!"

Carlos' mouth trembled, and the other party really wanted to kill them all.

"I don't have much time to talk nonsense with you, sir, I'm going to celebrate the bright rebirth of Tijuana!"

Victor hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Carlos stood stiffly, and the curtains fluttered a few times when the wind blew outside the window.

"Bastard! Bastard!" He smashed the phone on the ground and overturned the documents on the table. Secretary Ajit, who heard the noise outside, walked in and looked at the embarrassing scene in the office with a flash of eyes.

Carlos looked fierce.

Since Victor didn't let him live, let's all die together!

"Announce!"

"Victor is a rebel!"

"Arrest Cuauhcmote, he is trying to subvert Mexico, send the army to arrest them!"

Crazy...completely crazy!

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