Chapter 149 History Records: A Sudden Change on a Rainy Night!

Of course, Kwaukmot would not sit still and wait for death.

Isn’t political quarrel just a quarrel?

He was completely full of fighting spirit. In a motel in San Luis Potosi, Cuaucomote was interviewed by "Mexican Television".

Two secret service bodyguards stood at the door.

One meter away from him, there were people sitting and staring at the reporter.

The female reporter moved her hips and crossed her feet to avoid having sex, but her breasts were really big!

Do women in Latin America only eat coconuts?

"Mr. Cuauquemot, Mr. Carlos said that you were disrupting Mexico and expelled you and Mr. Victor as Mexican citizens. What do you think?"

"Who is he? What qualifications does he have? Or what does he represent! Victor and I are fully promoting the anti-drug cause in Mexico, and he is pulling our backs hard from behind. This behavior is a shameful betrayal!"

Kwaukemot's words were very unkind.

"Moreover, we have evidence that he has a deep intersection of interests with the Guadalajara drug cartel." He said and glanced at the bodyguard next to him, who took out a radio.

"This is a statement the DEA gave us after arresting Quintero. You can listen to it."

Zizzi~

The radio made a breathing sound.

A male voice asked, "What's your name?"

"Raphael Carlo Quintero!" answered a weak voice.

"What is your position within the Guadalajara Group?"

"I'm in charge of scientific research."

"Do you have a protective umbrella in Mexico? Who else is your backer besides Defense Minister Jaraki?"

Quintero was quiet for a moment, "Carlos Salinas, their family has shares in our place, and I also gave them 30 million U.S. dollars for my escape. I have a ledger that records this amount of money." clear."

"We helped him kill his election opponent, and he promised us that we would not be wanted. I also have a recording of this."

"We have all the evidence." Kwaukmot took out another account book and an audio tape. "I can't believe that the head of a country would collude with drug traffickers!"

"He has no qualifications or ability to criticize Victor and I from the commanding heights. I also call on all troops to exercise restraint and never become Mexico's sinner."

"We are on the right path!" Kwaukemot said loudly.

The female reporter nodded and listened to what he said.

After the interview was over, she smiled and said, "Sir, can I take these two things with me?"

Quaukmot was startled, "I'm very sorry, I'm afraid this won't work."

The female reporter sounded slightly disappointed, "I understand. Can you take a photo?"

He didn't refuse this. He stood up and leaned over, looking down at his feet.

"Sir! Be careful!"

Suddenly, the agent behind him shouted and grabbed Quaukmot and pulled him back. The latter raised his head and saw the female reporter pulling out an NAA 22 Short pocket pistol from under the microphone!

This thing is fucking stuck inside the microphone.

The total length is no more than 10 centimeters.

Shoot Cuaukmote!

The agent who followed closely blocked the muzzle of the gun with his back.

The agent at the door heard the gunfire and rushed in. He immediately controlled the woman, smashed half of her face with one punch, stuffed his fingers into her mouth, and pulled out a capsule from under her tongue.

MD!

What era are we in, and there are still such dead warriors?

But it seems that there are quite a lot of them. Didn’t someone commit suicide during the "Flight 858 crash"?

It's only a few years away from now.

Kwaukmot hurriedly supported the agent and nervously asked him if he was okay, "Quickly, take him to the hospital!"

He stood in front of the female reporter, frowning, "Why do you want to kill me?"

"There are many people who want you dead. You and Victor will both die because you touched the cake that you shouldn't touch." The female reporter raised her head and stared at him.

Kwaukmot was silent for a moment, "The anti-drug path we have chosen is absolutely correct!"

What is wrong is Mexico, and what is wrong is the moral values ​​of Latin America as a whole.

"Then bring them back! If they can't come back, violence is the best way."

When Victor received the news that Quaukmotte had been assassinated, he broke out in a cold sweat. If this old man was going to die, then he would really have no choice but to be a rebel.

"We must find out that woman. Even if the asshole is beaten, we have to find out who it is!" He hung up the phone gloomily and opened the drawer. There were a box of cigarettes and a box of chewing gum inside.

He pondered for a moment, chose a cigarette, and held it in his mouth, "It's time to give the big shot a little violent shock!"

…

"Hurry up!"

There were chaotic footsteps outside the city barracks of the 17th Mexican Battalion in Tijuana. The sentry at the door was dozing off. When he saw the gun muzzles outside, he suddenly felt chills all over!

Before he could react, an armored vehicle drove straight ahead and crashed into the camp, and the sentry was dragged to a Humvee by two police officers.

"Where's your chief?" Kennedy asked, sitting in the passenger seat.

The sentry saw so many people looking at him, and his teeth were chattering, "Sir, he took people to help drug dealers yesterday, and he hasn't come back yet."

"??"

Kennedy and Zolf Sherman, who was sitting in the back, looked at each other, and both were silent for a long time.

Okay...

The local garrison actually went to help drug dealers fight against the anti-drug forces.

Not back?

Then they should not be able to come back.

"How many people are left in the barracks? Why don't we take you with us?"

"23 people, all of them are old, weak, sick and disabled. I have a leg injury, so..." The sentry hurriedly unzipped his trouser legs and saw gauze tied on them.

Kennedy looked at him and nodded slightly, "You are really lucky."

"From now on, we will take over this barracks. Is there any problem?"

The sentry is a man who knows the current situation. In fact, he didn't say that the leg was deliberately injured by hitting his knee against the wall. He didn't want to join the drug dealers. The most important thing is that he pays more attention to military news.

Victor's anti-drug unit...

It is said that small-caliber cannons will be completely eliminated and 122mm cannons will be used uniformly. Is it possible to go there? That cannon will come down, won't it be "all kinds of things"?

He also advised other comrades.

But the drug dealers came directly with money last night. When they saw the colorful US dollars, the officers and comrades took off their military uniforms and put on the clothes of drug dealers.

Well...

They left peacefully. "Of course, I... I'll open the chief's office for you." The sentry knew the general trend and hurriedly offered his courtesy.

The police force moved in directly.

When the police officers were cooking, the soldiers huddled together consciously, sitting quietly, watching this side and drooling.

"Call them over." Kennedy saw this scene and frowned and said to the adjutant. The latter went over and called out to them, and a group of soldiers followed behind fearfully.

"Go get some food."

The soldiers were startled, and after they came to their senses, they hurriedly bowed and thanked them.

"Wait a minute." Kennedy called the lame sentry and frowned, "Why do you look so miserable? Where's the food?"

"No, we in the 17th Battalion provide our own meals."

This confused Kennedy, and he changed his posture, "I remember that the Mexican army provides meals."

"The 17th Battalion doesn't, the commander even asked his mother to cook, and we have to pay for a meal." The sentry laughed, "I have a big appetite, and sometimes I have to pay to serve in the army."

This really shocked the police officers who heard this!

The Mexican army is notorious for corruption.

In 1976, it was still a joint anti-drug campaign between the United States and Mexico. At that time, the United States knew that the Mexican army was unreliable, and they didn't need to do anything particularly powerful. You just go and guard the surroundings.

The US special forces went in to sweep.

The drug dealers ran away!

The Mexican army on the periphery blatantly collected money, 100 US dollars per person, and the drug dealers' cars ran out of gas, and they could sell military vehicles to them.

It was simply broken!

Of course, it’s not that there are no soldiers fighting against drugs. There are, but most of them are excluded. Victor’s police force has absorbed many soldiers from other states.

It’s simply…

Outrageous opens the door to outrageousness—outrageous to the extreme.

This army is too fucking rotten.

Compared with drug dealers in Latin America, criminals in Gotham City are considered to have good public security.

If it were Victor, it would never be like this.

“Eat, eat more, there is still enough food.”

The sentry nodded, then carefully raised his head and looked around, “Sir, are you still recruiting people in your anti-drug team?”

“Aren’t you afraid of drug dealers?”

“I’m afraid, but… I want to fill my stomach, and I don’t have any skills except being a soldier.”

Kennedy was silent for a moment, “Don’t worry, Chief Victor will arrange for you guys.”

The sentry happily ran to scoop up the rice.

"We are in Mexico now, not Africa." Kennedy looked at Zolph Sherman, who thought for a moment, "This proves the greatness of Mr. Victor."

"A road full of hardships will inevitably bring more conflicts, but it will also benefit more people!"

"When the mountain flowers are blooming all over the fields, our names do not need to be remembered, Mexico will always remember them!"

...

Mexico City.

It was pouring rain.

Razers could still be vaguely seen in the sky.

Harris stood quietly in a raincoat, with about 30 prison guards standing in front of him, and the air was a bit depressing!

Victor had a secret chat with him when he left the Plateau Prison.

I hope he can form a "special forces!" There are many guys here who he recruited from the old army, and some are newly recruited prison guards, but during the political review process, it was found that they had a blood feud with drug dealers.

Harris pulled them into the team, and then provided them with good food and drink, and even didn't need them to do jobs such as standing guard, patrolling, and guarding prisoners.

Just go out and kill a drug dealer every night!

Just take it as a token of surrender!

"Gentlemen!"

Harris shouted, the rain went into his mouth, "It's time for Mexico to need us!"

He stared at everyone's eyes.

"You know what we are going to do, we are going to do something that is destined to be unrecognized, but... our choice is right!"

"When we succeed! The dandelions blooming in Mexico will tell the whole country about our deeds, for Mexico to get rid of drugs! For Mexico's freedom!"

"Please bless us."

Harris swallowed, "Let's go!"

30 people jumped into the four prepared ambulances, left the prison on a rainy night, rang the medical alarm, and rushed towards the official residence.

To prevent exposure, the lights in the car were turned off.

If someone is careful, they will definitely find clues, but it was raining, and there were no pedestrians on the road. In addition, the situation was not right in the past two days, and many people did not go out.

The ambulance took them to the presidential residence in four directions.

June 13, 1990, 23:07 at night!

Charge!

The car door was opened, and the prison guards with weapons attacked the residence!

Does it look like...

The rainy night of February 26, 1936.

Time is flowing, but nothing seems to have changed.

Bang! !

A thunderclap.

"Ah!" Carlos suddenly woke up from his sleep, his eyes were wide open, and his whole body was sweating. His wife beside him hurriedly turned on the light and stroked his back, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

He did not answer, put on his slippers, picked up the mineral water on the table and gulped down a bottle, and his surging heart calmed down.

But just as he sat on the chair, he heard a very crisp gunshot.

Then... there was a panicked question: "Who!"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out.

This scared Carlos.

"Knock, knock, knock~" There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, someone is attacking the official residence outside. We escort you away!" The guard said anxiously.

Carlos hurried over to open the door in his pajamas and saw the guard was wet. "What's going on?"

"Unknown armed elements attacked the official residence, killing and injuring many people. The guards at the door couldn't stop them. Please leave quickly!"

Carlos said to his wife, who was also stunned, in a panic, "Go!"

"Wait, wait!" The wife shouted, opening the bottom drawer of the cabinet. There was a lot of gold in it, and there were also packaged drugs next to it?

"Can...can I take another puff?"

Carlos looked at his wife's pleading eyes, and then heard the gunshots approaching outside. He rushed over angrily and slapped her, "Suck! Suck! Suck! It's time, run, run out and I'll buy you another one."

Drug addicts...

Experienced people know that they will get high if they are stimulated.

His wife got addicted immediately, and she got up tremblingly. The desire for life still defeated the drug addiction for a short time, and followed Carlos.

There were still a few guards standing outside, protecting the couple who were planning to take shelter, but they still overestimated the resistance of the guards outside.

When they bypassed the residential area, they ran into the prison guards who rushed in.

The two sides exchanged fire.

"Ah!" Carlos' wife was busy shouting, and she didn't have time to dodge. A bullet drilled into her mouth, came out from the back of her head, and shot directly through!

Now...I can't smoke anymore.

Carlos lay on the steps, the heavy rain soaking him.

Bang!

Another thunder.

He raised his head, the rain got into his eyes, and he saw several figures walking towards him. He was so scared that he fell into the rain.

"Carlos!"

"You... should be judged!"

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