Chapter 153 Did I Let You Speak?

Aguilar trembled his hands, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, "Turn off the TV."

Juarez's second-in-command, his sweetheart... was killed like this?

The police broke his four...five limbs and then smashed his head. The whole process was live broadcast. The bloody scene made Aguilar feel a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

Hearing his words, the younger brother hurriedly turned off the TV.

"Victor's methods are getting more and more cruel!" Guzman frowned, holding a cigarette in his hand, but also trembling slightly.

"I don't think he will agree to Kwaukmot to negotiate with us like this, we still have to fight!" Abrego said gloomily beside him, "Guzman, your son was killed by him, are you willing to swallow your anger?"

The dwarf's face sank instantly, "Although I really want to kill him immediately, I know that the time is not right yet. Wait, Victor won't be able to jump for long."

He is still very rational.

Aguilar exhaled, "I can only go to Colombia in person. Who will go to the Aragon family dinner in Mexico City?"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Are you kidding?

If Victor also goes, wouldn't it be a delivery to the door?

Aguilar is very smart. He directly chose himself outside, so that Guzman and Abrego stared at each other.

Victor is famous for his bad temper...

"Why don't you go?" Guzman looked at Abrego, "You are better at speaking than me. I haven't been in good health recently."

"The doctor said I can't go far away. Don't you have four cousins? Let them go and take full responsibility for the negotiations."

Guzman's face darkened. You are targeting my people, right?

"My people work hard, I want 3% more shares, otherwise you can find someone yourself."

Abrego opened his mouth.

"Okay! We will give you half each." Aguilar agreed.

After the meeting of the Big Three ended, Guzman went out with a gloomy face. The four brothers of Beltran Leyva were waiting for him outside.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Guzman nodded and looked at the four brothers. The eldest brother Arturo was the leader of his gunners, the third brother Carlos was very smart and a strong general, and the fourth brother was responsible for the money laundering channel. Then there was only the second brother.

"Hector."

The second brother was originally hiding behind a few brothers. Suddenly he heard Guzman calling him. His face was startled and he was a little confused. This cousin always ignored him. There was nothing to do in the organization. He was also happy to be free. He was so happy to show off his wealth and pick up girls every day.

Why did he feel his scalp tingling when he suddenly called him this time?

"Old..."

Guzman waved his hand and tidied his clothes for him. This made Arturo feel something was wrong and his eyelids jumped.

"Go to Mexico City to negotiate with the government on our behalf. I will give you the specific requirements when the time comes. You just need to give them to them."

Hector had also heard that the organization was going to have major changes, but he didn't care. He was the most useless anyway, but... now the most important thing is his turn?

His eyes lit up immediately, and he glanced at his elder brother, who frowned as if thinking. Guzman pushed him, "Do you understand?"

Hector nodded hurriedly, "I understand."

"When you come back, I will arrange a new position for you. Don't do nothing all day. This is relatively easy. We have established good relationships with the people over there."

"Do it nicely. I don't want others to say you are a fool. Tell them that their vision is wrong. I believe in you."

After a few words, Hector's blood boiled immediately, "Cousin, don't worry, I will never embarrass you."

Guzman patted him on the shoulder and left.

Hector punched the air with three farmer's fists and looked at Arturo, "Brother, I have something to do too."

Having nothing to do doesn't mean he is irrelevant. In fact, he is still envious of his brothers' success in Sinaloa. Now that the group needs him, he is immediately excited.

Arturo always feels that something is wrong. He looks at his excited brother and hesitates for a moment. It is not good to dampen his enthusiasm. He can only say, "Don't mess it up. If you find something wrong, run away."

Hector is so excited that he doesn't take it seriously at all.

Arturo frowned and looked at Guzman's figure in the distance, and slowly frowned.

...

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

Benito Juárez International Airport in Mexico City.

The plane in the sky flashed colorful lights and descended to the runway. A Falcon 900 private jet developed by the French Dassault Aviation Company landed at the airport.

There were already some people waiting below, and more than a dozen cars were parked, including extended Lincolns, Mercedes-Benzes, etc. In the terminal, many people were curiously watching this scene.

Thought some big shot was coming.

Victor, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, walked out of the cabin, followed by Casare, Kennedy and Jason Bourne.

This private plane actually belongs to the Tijuana drug cartel!

The Benjamin brothers died, so of course the estate was confiscated.

Three private planes came in turn.

According to real estate estimates, the Benjamin brothers "provided" Victor with more than 700 million US dollars in assets, of course not including overseas assets.

Drug killer is the right path!

"Director Victor, welcome, welcome, I am Mr. Cuauhkmote's secretary, my name is: Nunez."

A middle-aged man standing at the front of the welcoming crowd hurriedly extended his hand.

Victor shook hands with him and said with a smile, "I kept you waiting."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Cuauquemot is waiting for you at the dinner. Please get in the car." Nunez opened the door of the extended Lincoln.

But Victor smiled and shook his head without moving. He glanced at Jason Bourne, who then said, "Mr. Nunez, our own car has arrived. Please allow them to come in."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but soon understood. He closed the car door and asked his subordinates to go to the airport to coordinate. Soon he saw a convoy driving in. The leader was an armored vehicle equipped with anti-armor protection, followed by ten people. Several cars.

"You just lead the way, and we will follow."

Nunez nodded and watched Victor get into the car.

He doesn't have a habit of riding in other people's cars. What if someone plants a bomb inside? I can only open it again in the next life.

Victor admits that he has many enemies and many people want him dead, so he has to be careful.

Nunez got into the car, looked in the reflector, and told the driver to drive.

Nearly thirty cars moved towards the outside.

"Really handsome!"

There were many men on the terminal whose eyes lit up when they saw this scene, and they wanted to take their place.

National Palace. Moctezuma II Hall.

Soft and soothing music was playing, and men and women who looked like successful people chatted with people they knew.

As one of the protagonists, Kwaukmot is of course surrounded by the most people.

His good friend Honatan Aragon of the Mexican News Group introduced him next to him, "This is Mr. Carlos Stam, he is the founder of Grupo Carso, the largest shareholder of Telecom Mexico and CEO of Telecom Americas Mexico.”

He pointed at a middle-aged man who was not tall, or even bloated, with a bit of baldness on the top of his head. He had a chubby face and looked very kind.

Hearing the name, Quaukmot twitched his brows, looked at him with deep eyes, and said with a smile on his face, "Hello."

"Good evening, Mr. President."

"This is Rildo Salinas, founder of Grupo Salinas."

Honatan Aragon pointed to the person next to him and said.

Needless to say, everyone knows that this person's surname is former President Carlos. The other person's eyes are not very friendly, and can even be said to be complicated and a bit hostile.

"Congratulations, Mr. President, you finally got your wish!" His words also smelled like gunpowder.

"Thank you. I hope I can get Mexico back on track so that the mistakes made by some people will not be irreversible." Cuauquemot also spoke very energetically. Your backers are dead, why are you still talking to me like this?

Pull list! Pull list!

Honatan introduced them one by one, and finally pointed at one person. The more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. He always felt that it was very familiar. He frowned, and suddenly his expression changed as if he had thought of something, and he stretched out his hand to block the introduction of the former, " You are Hector Beltran Leiva!”

"You know me?" Hector was also a little stunned.

shit!

Victor had sent information about several important drug cartel leaders and their relatives to Kwaukemot. The latter even took a few glances, which were quite profound. The main reason was that Hector had a donkey face.

"What do you mean? How could a drug dealer come to the King's Palace?" He shouted angrily and pointed at Honattan. Seeing them like this, it would be absolutely impossible for them to say they didn't know.

Even with his self-cultivation and quality, he couldn't help but curse!

He hates drug dealers to the core, and has said more than once in public that he will kill them, but now a drug dealer leader is standing in front of him openly. Isn't this ironic?

It just sucks!

His voice immediately spread throughout the hall, and everyone looked over curiously.

"Get out! Get out! Guards!" Quaukmot shouted.

Hector's face sank.

Honatan hurriedly pulled the other person's arm and covered his mouth, "Quiet, Kwaukmot! He is here for peace talks!"

"Peace talks? When are we going to talk about peace talks? I won't have peace talks with the drug traffickers, and the Mexican government won't have peace talks with the drug traffickers either! Let him get out."

"Sir, the Mexican government is not you, and it may not be you." Rildo from the Salinas Group said, looking at him with evil eyes.

"Perhaps, you should consider the possibility of peace talks with the drug cartel, sir." Carlos Stam suddenly spoke next to him.

A huge pressure made Quaukmot couldn't help but take a step back.

He turned to look at Honatan, who didn't say a word and lowered his head. This made his heart sink even more, TMD!

I'm just a puppet?

I looked around and saw that they were all bandits trying to poach Mexico.

He was at a loss.

"Who the hell said you were talking about peace talks with drug dealers!" A voice came from the door. The voice was loud and suppressed with anger.

Naturally, everyone's eyes were attracted to him, and Quaukmot almost cried when he heard this familiar voice.

Victor walked in with a frown and glanced at everyone present.

"Who said peace talks? Come forward and let me see you. Mexico had peace talks with drug dealers when I didn't have him. Now that I have him, we still want to have peace talks. So what's the point of me coming? Who! Who said that!"

His eyes stayed on the small circle around Kwaukmot, his eyebrows trembled, and he walked over and glanced at Honatan and the others. Of course he knew these plutocrats.

"You said peace talks?" Victor looked at Rildo Salinas, who swallowed his saliva. Before he could speak, he was slapped in the face.

Snap!

"I ask you, did you say that?"

Beat... beat someone?

Rildo Salinas was stunned, but Victor was unhappy to see him like this, and slapped him again. The crisp sound made the former almost cry.

"Enough, Victor! This is the King's Palace... Ah!!" Carlos Stam frowned and scolded, but before he finished speaking, Victor turned around and elbowed him, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him in the stomach, "Is it you who interrupted me when I was talking!"

"Is it you who interrupted me!" Victor stepped on his mouth.

The whole hall was silent.

It was like... a tiger broke into a group of sheep!