Chapter 151 What! Armando Was Arrested!

Chaebol pressure?

Aguilar hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "My personal doctor told me that judging from Victor's external performance, this man... definitely has a mental problem, and he has a serious tendency to violence. In this way I don’t think people will bow their heads to the so-called reality.”

The leader of the Mexican drug cartel, who is known for being "violent", can be called "violent". It seems that he is afraid of being beaten.

"Compared to the warlords, the U.S. dollar cannot stop a 7.62 bullet. I admit that the method you mentioned is possible, but... we cannot rely entirely on the pressure of the chaebols on the new government of Kwaukmot. When encountering If he doesn't follow the rules, he will really knock the table over."

Guzman frowned and looked at Aguilar, "Then what do you think we should do?"

"In addition to what you said about relying on external pressure, I think we should unite."

"How to unite? Isn't there enough unity now? Those who were beaten are all passively united." Abrego said in a muffled voice.

The Gulf Group has been having a hard time recently, not only at home, but also in tears. Its market share in the United States has been swallowed up by drug trafficking groups from Italy, the Golden Triangle, and even Africa, and many conflicts have broken out.

Damn it!

Everyone seems to think that Mexican drug trafficking organizations are easy to bully, and they all come to take a bite.

Aguilar was fiddling with a jade necklace in his left hand. He was well known in the industry to like luxury goods. He crossed his legs and said, "Maybe we should re-form a new Guadalajara Group."

After saying this, there was a sudden silence in the air.

The bold Guzman was also confused by this idea and frowned, "Are you kidding me?"

Gallardo finally died and went to jail. It's our turn to be the masters of our own country. Are you telling me that you want to merge now?

Isn't this going back to the old path?

He didn't say anything and glanced at Abrego. The latter's features were almost tense. He picked up the coffee on the table and drank it in one gulp. Guzman's face twitched at the sight.

After finishing the coffee, Abrego took a deep breath and said, "Then who will be the boss? We can't get Gallardo out of prison, right?"

This topic…

Everyone wants to be the boss.

Everyone in the criminal group has ambitions, and it is impossible for them to stay under others for a long time. The Guadalajara group said it offended the United States, but Gallardo was only arrested in 1989!

An academician of the Mexican Academy of Agricultural Sciences (Quintero) was sent to prison as a scapegoat.

In other words, from 1985 to 1989, the Camarena incident could only be a traumatic event for Gallardo, but it would not lead to this.

The biggest factor is that other internal cartels are no longer satisfied with just being a member of the "square system."

I want to be the boss! !

Gallardo was imprisoned, and they were a lot of helpers inside.

In a document released by the CIA in the United States in 2006, members of a drug cartel once provided the DEA with a Gallardo warehouse in San Francisco, USA, which contained dozens of tons of drugs.

This can be considered the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Hearing what Abrego said, Aguilar obviously thought deeply, "We can be joint speakers!"

"We can only do things if the three of us agree. Everyone has a veto. As long as one person disagrees with a certain decision, it will not be implemented!"

“In addition to us, I also want to invite the Medellin and Cali Cartels in Colombia, as well as some powerful warlords in El Salvador and the Guatemalan military to join in to form a real “North American Drug Trafficking Association!” "

After all, Aguilar has been a high-ranking official, but he is different. He has seen big scenes, and drug cartels also have to engage in diplomacy. "Except for us, the newly joined cartels below do not have veto power. They can only use We have channels and connections, but we need to pay annual membership fees!”

"Tight organization can prevent you from being caught in one fell swoop."

"The era of working alone will eventually pass, and we need greater unity!"

Guzman and Abrego looked at each other.

They admit that Aguilar's ambitions are indeed great. Gallardo is at best interested in Mexico. You have directly included all of North America. Do you plan to cover all of Latin America in the future?

Damn...

If they are organized together like this, the Yankees will be ashamed!

The drug trafficking industry itself has a violence index of 9.9. If these people all rush into the United States, you can imagine the impact on local security!

You can't launch missile attacks on drug dealers, right?

Aguilar said more and more, "All of us strictly prohibit internal fighting and distribute dividends according to the company's shares. If you agree, I will hire the most authoritative company on Wall Street to provide us with the best equity opinions."

Those people on Wall Street will do anything as long as they see money. Are you talking about drug trafficking? What's the matter? As long as you have money, you are our customer.

Even when the CIA comes, they dare to confront him!

We are legal citizens who have paid taxes. Who do you think you are?

Those who work in finance are afraid of the IRS (Inland Revenue Department), what about others? CIA? DEA? If you dare to investigate, we will hold a gun and let you know that financial elites in suits can also be gangsters in suits.

Aguilar looked at Guzman and Abrego, sat up slightly, jabbed his fingers on the table with sharp eyes, "When we start this group, we just need to say three words, fair! Fair! F*ck fair!" "

"If we can't do this, we should disband early. You all know how the Guadalajara Cartel collapsed. We either don't do it, or we become the largest drug trafficking organization in North America and even Latin America!"

Medellin has 40,000 soldiers, plus the Mexican cartels and warlords from other countries...

Abrego obviously figured this out, licked his lips, his eyes glowed, "I agree!"

"Victor by then? I'll make him a dead shit!"

The two looked at Guzman.

"I agree, but I propose that negotiations with the government and the new organization must be carried out, and other Mexican drug cartels must be informed. If they don't join us, then eliminate them!"

"No problem!"

Aguilar agreed immediately, mainly because he saw that his opinion was adopted, with a smile on his face, "I will let Armando go to Colombia, he is more familiar with that place."

He was in a hurry, so he planned to call the second-in-command Armando, but the phone rang first as soon as he got it in his hand.

"Hello?" Aguilar stretched out his left hand, pulled his clothes, and lay back comfortably. As soon as he touched it, his body suddenly straightened and his voice changed.

"What! Armando was arrested!!"

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"What! Armando was arrested?"

Kennedy was also shocked when he heard the report from his subordinates.

"Yes, he was arrested by several local policemen in Tijuana. They were so brave that they rushed up with World War II weapons." The police officer also had a smile on his face.

"General Killer" Armando is the latest "supernova" with a rising reputation. It is rare to kill two generals.

He is different from Zambada of Sinaloa. The other party has little real power (marginal personnel), while Armando is the second in command of Juarez, in charge of transportation, production and sales.

His arrest is definitely a major blow to Juarez.

"Where is it?" Kennedy asked hurriedly.

"Over at the Tijuana Hero Statue."

...

Bang!

A rifle butt hit Armando's face hard, and his face, which had undergone at least several plastic surgeries, collapsed immediately, his nose was crooked, his face was black and blue, his clothes were torn, and his hair was unkempt.

"Smile! Why don't you smile?" An EDM police sergeant grabbed his hair, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at him.

Armando stared at him intently.

"I just like your unruly look." The police sergeant punched the other's eyes again, and Armando couldn't help but scream.

The members of the "Pescador mexicano (Mexican fishermen)" community stood by and smoked. There were originally 7 people, but 3 were missing. Obviously, they died in the battle.

Sweet squatted, squinting his eyes and felt relieved.

"Mr. Victor's... police officers are so violent." My childhood friend Piette sighed beside him.

In other places, drug dealers are beaten with hoods. Fat or thin people dare not go, for fear that their bodies will reveal clues and their whole family will be killed, but this group of people is different.

When a policeman fights drug dealers, I have to wear a mask?

How frustrating is that?

I become a policeman just to kill drug dealers for fun!

The other members nodded when they heard Piette say this.

"But their equipment is indeed excellent. Look at the 9mm Browning (High Power) 1935 pistols on both sides of the police sergeant. A trainee police officer uses it better than the Tijuana police chief." The companion said with a wry smile.

"If the caliber is not thick enough, the drug dealers cannot be killed." Piette sighed.

"Stop it! Stop it! The boss is here." A police officer grabbed his companion who was still beating Armando and said.

The latter also kicked the other in the face.

"Look at your face! I want to fuck you."

Kennedy came over with Zolph Sherman and Damon Hessf Zola, the head of EDN (Mexico National Emergency Team), and saw Armando on the ground, frowning, "NMD, how can I tell after being beaten like this?"

"Don't worry, boss, it's definitely Armando, how about cutting off one of his fingers and then we can do a DNA test?"

"Go, go, help him up." Kennedy said.

The two police officers helped the other party up, and Armando was indeed a man, and he didn't say a word of surrender.

"CNM! Who cut off his tongue?!!!"

Kennedy turned his head angrily, "Fuck!"

No wonder he didn't speak, he spoke with his ass?

The EDM officers who were stared at by him all locked their heads. A police sergeant laughed, "Boss, maybe he fell off by himself."

"Go to hell!"

Kennedy pinched Armando's chin, "It's useless!"

"Add another rule in the future, don't cut the tongue of drug dealers casually."

The EDM people looked at each other and exchanged glances.

Next time, cut the ears!

Yes, ears are useless.

"Keep an eye on him. In two days, we will publicly sentence him in front of the TV camera and let everyone see the price of violating the law." Kennedy said.

"Don't hand him over to Victor, boss?" Damon Hessf Zola asked.

"What's the use of losing his tongue? Just report to the boss when the time comes."

Kennedy waved his hand, don't bother the boss with everything, and wait until the arrest is at the level of Guzman.

"Where are the Tijuana police?"

"There, hey, Sweet." The police officer next to him waved and shouted.

Members of the Pescador Mexicano (Mexican fishermen) hurriedly dropped their cigarettes and ran over.

Kennedy looked at them gently, "Yes, you did a good job and lived up to your status. What do you want?"

"This is what we should do, officer!" Sweet straightened up.

"But merit is merit. You said that I will satisfy you if I can."

Several people looked at each other.

"Can we meet Mr. Victor?" Piette whispered, "We admire him very much."

Kennedy thought for a while, "I will tell the director, you can rest for a few days first."

"Sir, we can still fight. We are police officers and should fight on the front line." Sweet said hurriedly.

This attitude is very good!

"Then you follow the emergency team across Mexico, Damon, take good care of them." Kennedy said to the commander of EDN, and patted Sweet on the shoulder, "Very promising!"

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