Chapter 169 Take a Good Look at How They Did It!

"Call the DEA people up together."

Victor stopped Casare who was about to give orders and said with a smile, "Mr. Jonathan Panier should also be involved in the credit. Take their people to the largest marked passage."

Casare immediately understood what the boss meant.

Let the DEA and CBP (U.S. Customs and Border Protection) two departments to argue. As one of the executive departments under the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, CBP has special forces.

"The tunnel is narrow and not suitable for large-scale operations. Should we get some other weapons?"

"For example?" Victor asked with a raised eyebrow, always feeling that this guy couldn't hold back anything good.

"Dichlorodiethyl sulfide!"

Casare stared at Victor and said very carefully.

"Are you going to send me to the military court?" Victor couldn't help laughing.

"If the drug dealers are still alive, maybe they can sue. If they are all killed, then there will be no victims?"

What a good idea!

Victor didn't know where the gate of the military court opened, but with such a subordinate, he would have to go and find out the door sooner or later.

"Go, go, we are moral!"

Victor took two steps forward and suddenly stopped, "But... maybe the drug dealers would bring dichlorodiethyl sulfide to sell drugs, and then accidentally drop it?"

"Are you right?"

Casare smiled and nodded, "I'll contact Mr. Jonathan Panier now."

It's reasonable for drug dealers to carry dichlorodiethyl sulfide with them, right?

Yeah!

It's reasonable.

"Hey! Zolf Sherman! Bring your people and dichlorodiethyl sulfide..." Casare shouted loudly.

Victor picked up his shoes and threw them over, "Keep your voice down, idiot."

Casare turned around and laughed, maybe he was too excited, he was led astray by the boss, as long as he could kill the drug dealers, the more miserable the other party died, the more comfortable he would be!

Victor stood on the steps, holding a cigarette, looking at the morning star in the distance, which was flashing vigorously in the darkness.

So...

The road to drug control is not to fight against drug dealers, but against the whole world!

"What are you afraid of?"

"Just kill them!"

"Whoever stands in my way of drug control is my enemy!"

...

Jonathan Panier was awakened by a phone call in a daze.

When he heard that the "large-scale drug dealer tunnel" was discovered, he jumped out of the bed, grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the dormitory in a hurry, buttoning his clothes and knocking on his colleague's dormitory door.

"Don't sleep! There is a mission!"

When he went downstairs, other employees of the DEA Mexico branch also came down in a daze. There were only 6 people in total. In fact, there were 12 people, and then 3 were transferred away. It was really terrible!

It is said that Camarena's death made drug dealers dare not offend the DEA, but that was his tragic death!

If there is a gunfight on the road, it is possible that the DEA will be killed.

Drug dealers are drug dealers after all!

Desperadoes are only afraid of you, not afraid of you. If you really dare to cut off their financial resources, do you still think it's okay?

However, since the peripheral member "Victor" was born, it has been different.

If our DEA can't handle it in Mexico, I will call for help!

Jonathan Panier saw that all the people were there, and he took them on a "Bell 212" helicopter, which was sponsored by the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency".

Buzz buzz buzz~

The propeller made a sound, and the helicopter soared into the sky.

"Our mission this time is to cooperate with the Mexican drug enforcement forces to sweep one of the large tunnels. What you have to do is talk less and learn more! See how they fight drugs." Jonathan Panier said.

The employees looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

After circling for more than 40 minutes, the helicopter finally arrived at a jungle in the northern Sonora State near the Lower California area.

When they came down, there were already hundreds of people busy below, and they were pulling military dogs.

"Mr. Jonathan!" Casare greeted with a smile.

Jonathan Panier also showed enough respect for this popular person around Victor, shook hands with him, and forced a smile, "May I ask how this tunnel was found?"

"This place is very remote..."

Casare looked at him with strange eyes, brother, everyone in your camp has been infiltrated, you are still here to fight drugs, you are charging in the front, and others are stealing your home.

But some words are not suitable to say.

You can't say that you killed the border management personnel and confiscated it.

"Our intelligence agency found it at a drug dealer's base."

Jonathan Panier always felt that the other party was hiding something.

"Casare, we found the tunnel!" Zolf Sherman shouted in the distance.

Fatty Ka hurried over.

Jonathan Panier turned his head and looked at the employees, "Study hard!"

When they ran to Zolph Sherman's position, they saw a military dog ​​lying in front of a stone and barking hard. Four or five police officers pushed the stone away with force, and a deep hole about 1.6 meters was exposed.

"Go in and take a look."

The EDM police officer looked inside for a few meters, "Head, there is a concave hole below!"

A group of people walked in. Casare looked over and saw a cliff below, with two steel ladders hanging next to it. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a noisy sound, and then saw two heads coming from below. The curved corners poke out.

They also happened to see a group of people above. They were startled, took out their guns and shot!

"careful!!"

Casare shouted, and Zolf Sherman and Jonathan Panier fell back.

Chug tug tug…

The bullet grazed his head and hit the rocks above.

"Blow them up! Blow them up!" Casare pointed at the police officer behind him.

The police officer took out a grenade and threw it down. Beng! The blasted tunnel shook several times.

"Get out!"

Zolf Sherman calmly greeted everyone to leave and ran out of the cave, giving orders.

"Take a good look." Jonathan Panier pulled off his clothes and said to the employees.

"Prepare dichlorodiethyl sulfide!" A voice came from afar.

"Boss, this dichlorodiethyl sulfide seems to be..." A DEA employee, who was obviously good at chemistry, was startled when he heard it. He hurriedly crawled to Jonathan's ear and whispered a few words.

"What!"

"Are you serious?"

The DEA employee nodded, and Jonatan ran over as soon as he heard this, "Casare, Casare!"

"What's the matter? Mr. Jonathan?"

"You plan to use dichlorodiethyl sulfide? This is a prohibited weapon!"

"They ban theirs, and we use ours. Isn't there a conflict?" Casare said with a smile, "Moreover, drug dealers are not on the protected list. Our boss said, this is called overcoming, send them to God, let God inspire them!"

After all, Jonathan didn’t have much say. He could only watch helplessly as several police officers wore gas masks and then rushed into the cave with rifle grenades and sprayed 10 rounds into the dense tunnel below!

"Put the rock on top!"

After Zolph Sherman waited for the police to withdraw, he put the stone back up, clapped his hands, and looked at his watch. "Now we only need to wait for another hour, and we will almost be able to close the team."

"Aren't you going to send someone down?" Joe Tanner asked.

"If they have the ability, they can climb out on their own. If they want to go down, why should we release the gas?" Zolf Sherman asked back, which immediately made the other party speechless.

There was no intention of letting them leave alive.

I can’t believe it, these drug dealers can still open their lungs.

"Captain, you want us to learn this? But... we don't have dichlorodiethyl sulfide either!" the employee muttered to Jonatan.

There's really no way to learn this.

When people disagreed, they jumped up and down in front of the military court.

"Want to play?" Casare's ears were sharp and he grinned when he heard the DEA employee's words. "Then resign and join us. We have the most methods against drug dealers. You can see Hummers dismembered, cannonballs detonating heads, Trolls shoot at Mozambique, and even if you see someone with a tough mouth, you can smash their mouth with an ashtray.”

"Doesn't it feel exciting?"

"Hi! Casare, don't scare the kids, these are the new employees I recruited from China." Joe Tanner pushed him and said.

Casare smiled and said, "Newcomers, that's right, you have to exercise."

Zolf Sherman just happened to call him on the other end, so he ran over. Before leaving, he did not forget to say, "The DEA's methods are too gentle. Next time I will take you to see our prison."

"Captain, they... they look like gangsters!"

"No, they are!" Joe Tanner said a few words and turned around, "Don't even think about going to them. At least the DEA will provide you with good benefits."

The employees laughed.

…

At 5 kilometers away, we are already in the United States!

Two large pickup trucks were parked with the CBP (Border Administration) logo written on them.

Four or five Americans were smoking cigarettes impatiently.

"Bartland, how long has it been? Where's the goods!" A black man wearing jeans shouted to a white man.

"Dunlap, don't worry, is your mother waiting for you to go back to breastfeed?" Butland turned around and cursed while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The black man was so angry that he wanted to come up and fuck him. The companion next to him quickly grabbed him, and the tattoos painted on the black man's wrist could be seen during the tearing.

Crip gang!

Are the Crip Gang and CBP collaborating to transport drugs across the border?

Fuck, even if you say it, no one will believe it.

Xissusu~

There was a sound of movement in the weeds on the roadside.

The white man Butland stood up straight. He was not as calm as he thought. That was enough goods to satisfy hundreds of thousands of drug addicts in Phoenix. He could get tens of thousands of dollars in remuneration for transporting a batch.

Big head?

Of course the director took it away.

But the black man Dunlap couldn't help it, and rushed down with his younger brother.

"OMG! What is this!"

Not long after, I heard his cursing and shouting, and saw Dunlap and his men climbing up in embarrassment, with a foul odor on their bodies and something like vomit on their hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Down here... below..." Dunlap pointed down, his tone stammering. What could scare a gang member like this?

Batland slid down the bushes with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he approached the hole, he smelled a foul smell, which made him feel sick. His face suddenly changed. Having served in the US Army, he knew what this thing was in an instant.

"Fuck!"

"Help...Help me!" A weak voice came, and he saw a drug dealer lying next to him, his face was so rotten that maggots were almost growing on it.

Bartland swallowed his breath, took out his gun and killed the other person.

He crawled back to the road in a hurry, his face was very ugly.

"TMD, someone threw dichlorodiethyl sulfide in the tunnel! The goods are gone!"

The black man Dunlap had a blank look in his eyes. He had never read a book and didn't know what this was?

Bartland said a name familiar to the public.

The other party immediately felt cold all over.

"Let's go, go to the hospital! I want to go to the hospital!" Dunlap pulled his little brother and walked away, his legs shaking. Black people look very awesome, but in fact, when they encounter fierce things, they are sometimes very cowardly.

"Boss, are you going to the hospital?" The CBP employee looked at Bartland and asked.

"MD! It must be the drug control team over there, definitely Victor!"

You said you were fighting drugs, why did you ruin our way of making money!

"Let's go back first, we must settle accounts with Victor, let the boss ask the special forces to kill him!"

Of course, this was just angry words.

The boss knew that if they were drug dealers, they would be killed first.

"If they don't have these goods, the Cripple Gang and the Blood Gang will probably not give up." The employee said with some concern.

"Then let them go to Victor on the other side to ask for them. As long as they have the ability, they don't have their necks chopped off and hung on the railings of the border line!"

Bartland was obviously in a bad mood. He cursed loudly twice and got in the car directly. But when he returned to the bureau, he thought he would be scolded by the director, but who knew that it turned out that he was not the only one who didn't get the goods.

No one transported the goods out of the other channels!

Some colleagues even ran in and never came back.

Bartland was actually a little relieved. If no one got the goods, then I can't be the only one to blame.

He hesitated, but still knocked on the director's door.

"What's the matter!" The director asked with a dark face.

"Boss, I found that drug dealers are all contaminated with dichlorodiethyl sulfide."

The director raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

"I have served overseas." Bartland said.

The director understood it immediately. Americans often do this overseas.

"TMD!"

"Victor is so ungrateful, Director, where are Fleming and the other two we sent?"

The director shook his head, "No news has been received. I also called the National Guard, and their people haven't come back."

Bartland's body tensed up, "Will it be..."

"No, no, they are from the US government."

But how many people from the US government died outside?

And you went there secretly.

"No! I have to contact the people above. We can't let Victor cut off our money like this. If it doesn't work, we can only hire mercenaries to kill him!"

The director's eyes were also very vicious. With an income of hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, of course he would be ruthless.

Cut off people's money!

Kill their parents!

But Victor... likes to do both. Cut off the drug dealers' money and then kill their parents!