Chapter 157: Clean up the Holdbacks!

Highland Prison. In the former office.

Victor saw the familiar furnishings.

Even the ashtray has not changed its position.

Harris was behind, "Boss, after you left the prison, I have always had people clean this office, and all the furnishings have not been moved."

Casare squinted and his eyes twitched.

What a coquettish and slutty bastard with thick eyebrows and big eyes!

Okay, okay!

You do this, right? When I return to Lower California, I will promote the establishment of an exhibition hall of "Anti-drug Hero-Victor", where the heads, limbs and drugs of drug dealers will be taken out for you.

Let's see who licks it more comfortably!

Compared with me, Casare, you are still a little naive.

Victor was very happy. People always like to reminisce about the past, just like whoring always reminisces about how fierce they were when they were young.

"You are thoughtful." Victor touched the table and said with a smile, stretched out his hand to move the ashtray to the side, and changed the subject, "I want to transfer you to a new department, are you willing?"

Harris was stunned, and instantly understood that Victor was going to promote him, which made him feel excited after spending nearly ten years in prison.

He had seen Victor's anti-drug scenes on TV.

He was eager to charge in the front and be active in the front-line anti-drug battlefield. A real man should have the courage to fight.

"Yes!"

"Mr. President plans to establish the Mexican Anti-Drug Agency, which will be dedicated to the national anti-drug operations and liaise with other countries on anti-drug work. I will be the first director, and a deputy director is needed. I plan to have you take the position, mainly in Mexico City."

This is the first piece of cake Victor got!

Finally, he can have a legitimate reason to attack other states around him.

Harris raised his eyebrows. Going directly from a prison warden to the deputy of a national unit, this cannot be said to be a rocket promotion, it should be said to be a nuclear bomb promotion.

"What do you need me to do, boss!" He clenched his fist, his voice changed a little, trying to suppress the excitement in his chest.

Victor glanced at the door, and Casare immediately understood. He winked at Jason Bourne and asked him to watch at the door. He closed the door and walked out, leaving the two of them in the room.

Keep an eye on Kwaukmot for me."

Harris's heart tightened, looking at Victor, the boss's expression did not seem fake, no way... I just killed one, and now I'm preparing for the next one?

Is the boss going to go it alone!

"What are you thinking about?" Victor saw Harris's expression and waved his hand irritably, "Do I look like the kind of person who kills the donkey after it has done its job?"

"This is just a preventive measure. Sometimes, when a person's position changes, he will forget his original intention. Do you understand what I mean? ”

How many people pointed at the dragon when they were young and said, one day, I will kill you to protect the people, but after killing the dragon, under the flattery of the people and the erosion of material things, he himself became a dragon.

There are many such things.

Victor originally planned to replace the secretary around Cuauhcmote, but this behavior has no benefit and will only ruin the honeymoon period of the two.

Then we can only hang a flag in Mexico City, and provide identity cover for the agents of the Mexican International News Department.

Victor smiled and patted his shoulder, "Be prepared, don't think too much. "

But this made Harris think more.

What if one day, Cuauhcmote really betrayed GM?

He didn't ask this question, but raised his head and glanced at the boss's profile. His resolute expression seemed to have given the answer.

Mr. Cuauhcmote!

Please don't make mistakes.

...

June 26, 1990!

International Day Against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking.

It was also the day when the Mexican Anti-Drug Agency was established.

On the small lawn outside the National Palace, dozens of media came, including many from the United States.

Victor, dressed in a formal suit, took the letter of appointment from Cuauhcmote.

The Director of the Mexican Anti-Drug Agency, the head of the security department of Lower California, the Mexican economic expert, the Mexican anti-drug expert, the Mexican Drug dealer human rights expert...

Nearly 10 titles in total!

The number of characters on the gold finger soared from 400 to 2,800. Obviously, many of these titles have real power value.

In addition, I killed a drug dealer in the highland prison yesterday, and my points rushed to 1.33 billion points.

I will create characters when I return to Baja California!

Victor stood in front of the microphone with a bright face, holding both sides of the table with his hands, smiling, and the camera light flickered non-stop.

"I am very honored to serve as the first director of the Mexican Anti-Drug Agency (AMD). I will perform my duties in office, keep in close contact with anti-drug organizations around the world, and try my best to bring peace to all civilians living under the threat and intimidation of drug dealers."

"I will devote myself to the war against Mexican drug dealers. Taking this opportunity, we announce a reward of 40 million US dollars for Aguilar of the Juarez Cartel, Abrego of the Gulf Cartel, and Guzman of the Sinaloa Cartel! ”

“The police will protect the personal information of those who can provide accurate locations and clues, and will give rewards ranging from 200,000 to 2 million US dollars to those who can effectively provide information about drug traffickers’ activities.”

Victor looked up at the camera, “Please believe the Mexican people that my colleagues and I will guarantee your safety, and we also advise the drug traffickers to lay down their arms and surrender, otherwise, when the war begins, no prisoners will be accepted!”

“Thank you!”

"The question-and-answer session will begin next," said the press officer next to him.

Victor pointed to a very "big" woman and said, "This lady, please start first."

The other party put the bag on the spot and stood up, "Hello, Mr. Victor, I am a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. Excuse me, you said that when the war starts, you will not accept any prisoners. What do you mean? Do you mean to kill them all? Die?"

This question is very pertinent.

The reporters also raised their heads and listened carefully.

"That's right." Victor nodded directly, "The war begins, no prisoners!"

The press officer next to him swallowed and stood on tiptoe nervously.

Can you say this?

American newspapers are just a bunch of shit and will stink you up.

The reporters were a little bit in an uproar, but then they became very excited because this was a stunt!

"Victor, the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency, announced that it will massacre drug traffickers!" 》

"Mexico's New Tyrant?" hero? Victor! 》

The media is sometimes a mouthpiece to promote justice, but it is also a tool to persecute people, but do you think Victor cares?

"Sir, do you think your words will have much impact on society?" the female reporter asked again.

"Of course, I just want to warn everyone, please don't get involved in drugs. My eyes and my police officers will be watching you. Please spread my words. I will drown the drug dealers in the toilet. Please take them away." Ventilator."

He is the epitome of toughness!

It is impossible to say a word of compromise in front of the camera.

At this moment, Casare ran onto the stage and whispered something in his ear. Victor frowned, but put on a smile again.

"Sir, what did Mr. Casare say to you? Is there something that you can't talk about?"

"It's a good thing, he told me he saw a bunch of mice having a meeting in my house while my cat was licking its paws."

…

A mansion of the Aragon family in Mexico City.

There were seven or eight consortium talkers who were at the dinner party sitting inside, all looking dull.

Sitting on the sofa was none other than Honatan Aragon, a friend of Kwaukmot.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a Spanish copy of "Mein Kampf" on his knees. A subordinate whispered a few words in his ear. He nodded, closed the book, threw it aside, and clapped his hands. , "Gentlemen, Mr. Carlos Stam is still recovering in the hospital. He is unable to attend our meeting."

Everyone was working hard to talk about the consortium.

"We are sitting here today for one purpose, to discuss how to contain Victor. He is acting more and more like a dictator. This will make Cuaukmote unable to recognize the reality of Mexico and will also ban our The right to speak is a blow to us.”

Honoratan Aragon is a plutocrat. He naturally hates dictators. He likes to use money to support puppets and then increase his family's influence in Mexico.

He also had this idea when he chose to cooperate with Kwaukmot.

The face of capitalists is ugly.

But Victor's fists were hard. He killed the news talker of the Salinas family at the dinner, confiscated his assets, and announced to the public that the Salinas family had betrayed Mexico and would directly kill him. The whole family was jailed.

This is very fast and efficient.

Honoratan Aragon didn't like having a "king" above his head.

So he convened some consortium talkers to discuss the overall situation.

It's best to throw Victor out!

Just as he continued to prepare to express his views, there was a sudden noise at the door, and then a beng was heard!

A black armored vehicle crashed in from outside, pushing a pile of garbage directly into the hall. The people sitting on the sofa were so frightened that they stood up immediately.

A dozen heavily armed men got out from behind the armored vehicle.

Honoratan Aragon's eyes twitched. He was familiar with the leader. The one who followed Victor before was called...Jason Bourne? !

Who is the muscular man next to him?

"What are you discussing? Gentlemen, can you let us hear it?" Jason Bourne asked calmly.

After all, Honatan Aragon had seen the world, and he recovered immediately. He frowned and asked, "Mr. Jason Bourne! Why did you break into my home? And destroy my house? Could it be that, we citizens? No right to privacy?!”

"Are you discussing how to transfer drugs?" Jason Bourne said to himself.

"???"

This made Honatan Aragon frown, and a bad premonition suddenly came out, "What are you talking about? How can I have drugs here!"

Jason Bourne nodded, then glanced at the colleague next to him, who pulled out a suitcase from the armored vehicle, opened it, and poured out all the packed items inside.

"Boss! There are drugs!"

Honatan Aragon took a breath, this... is so sinister?

"Slander! This is slander!"

"This is Officer Jonathan Parnell of the U.S. DEA."

The muscular man squinted his eyes, "You should think about how to explain where these drugs come from!"

Victor hanging out with the DEA? !

Honatan Aragon opened his eyes and was about to speak when he saw a police officer shooting directly with an Altimax machine gun!

"They intend to resist!" Jason Bourne said flatly.

Jonathan Panier's eyes twitched, but he didn't say a word, watching these people in charge being beaten to death and blood flowing like a river!

Jonathan Aragon stared, still a little bit unbelievable!

"It was agreed before that Mr. Victor would not take the industry in their hands. He would guarantee that the US assets in Mexico and the personal cash of the consortium's leaders would all belong to the DEA, as long as you can take it out from the bank, but the house and car belong to the Mexican government, and you personally, Mr. bought a house in San Francisco, in the name of your grandmother."

"Here is 500,000 US dollars!" Jason Bourne handed him a black box.

"He doesn't want any voice against drug prohibition in Mexico, and hopes that the new person in charge can support drug prohibition!"

How could Jonathan Panier help without benefits?

The DEA also has to eat.

The most important thing... is that the drugs were really found, um, the pile thrown out of the suitcase on the ground.

As long as you don't touch the US assets, you can just send a few more if you kill their puppets.

Who is more important, a powerful director VS a few local Mexican consortiums?

Victor is actively getting close to the DEA and the US government. Anyone with eyes can understand who is important.

In Latin America...

Who can live longer?

Military leaders!

Only those with guns and people can live more comfortably.

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