Chapter 17 New Era!

Abandoned warehouse.

A cordon has been set up, and many police officers are standing around.

A Mercedes-Benz car stopped outside the cordon. Cona Velasquez got out of the car solemnly and saw Anna lying on the ground and a male corpse not far away.

"Sanborn." He opened the cordon and saw a plainclothes policeman standing next to Anna's body. He patted his shoulder.

Anyone who can wear plainclothes to the scene in any place must have a certain level.

"You are here."

Sanborn's face was solemn, pointing to the body on the ground, "This is your man."

Cona Velasquez looked at the other party's miserable state, pursed his lips, and nodded.

"There were 4 shots in the abdomen and 3 shots in the head. We have also found out the identity of the body. Thorsten Shipley, Anna's brother, was hit on the head by a heavy object, causing a skull fracture and died. He was abused before his death and was tied with ropes."

"Has she offended anyone recently?"

This was obviously aimed at her.

Cona Velasquez thought about it. What enemies could a bitch in prison have?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a roar. He turned his head and saw more than a dozen motorcycles roaring over. They arrogantly "surrounded" the police at the warehouse.

This behavior scared the police so much that they dared not move.

There are too many cases of shooting and attacking police in broad daylight. It all depends on the mood of the drug dealers.

"Juarez, several of their people died at the door of the warehouse." Sanborn whispered to Cona Velasque next to him. Obviously, he knew the leader. He put his hands on his waist and shouted, "Walker, what are you doing here?"

Those who dare to act like this to drug lords in Mexico are either drug dealers themselves or have a very powerful background behind them. But if you think about it, even Camarena was tortured and killed with the support of the DEA, you will understand that Sanborn is a very complicated person.

The leading criminal does not look like a good person. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, and a cruel look that makes people terrified. The police around him don't even dare to look at him.

"Is there any place in Mexico that we dare not come to?" Walker rudely pulled open the cordon, led people into the scene, looked down at Anna, poked his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and said to the henchman behind him, "Go inside and take a look."

"We take over here." Sanborn frowned.

Walker turned his head and looked at him, "Are you serious?"

He grabbed his neck directly, took out a pistol and pointed it at his forehead, "Do you think I dare not shoot? Your cheap stepfather has been shot to death. Do you still think it's 1978 now?"

Sanborn's mother was the top card in the red light district. She met a man and later married him as his third wife. He was only 5 years old at that time.

The man's name is Pedro Aviles.

Although he is dead, his influence is still there. The leaders or senior officials of hundreds of drug trafficking organizations in Mexico's 1.9644 million square kilometers have been under his command. This incense is enough for Sanborn to live "safely".

The premise is that you have to shrink.

Don't think that drug lords are afraid of you. What kind of power can a dead old man have? It's just a scattered "jianghu morality".

It's funny to say that drug dealers who destroy social order are sometimes the most particular about "rules". For example, when Escobar in Colombia was besieged and disintegrated by the Cali Cartel, DEA and government forces, the Cali Cartel did not embarrass his wife and children, nor did they kill them all.

Instead, they made them sign a guarantee that they would not participate in drug trafficking again, and then sent them abroad, and did not touch his assets.

That was to give Escobar a decent face, and also for the leaders of other organizations to see. It doesn't matter if we kill each other, and it doesn't matter if we kill our family members during the fight, but if "I" die, don't embarrass the remaining family members.

But it happens from time to time that low-level drug dealers kill each other.

This "unspoken rule" was maintained well before the millennium, until the post-warlord era when "Los Zetas" and "New Generation of Jalisco" appeared, it changed completely.

Young people don't have martial ethics!

Seeing that Walker was serious, Conor Velasquez reached out to comfort him, "Calm down, calm down, let's deal with things first."

Walker glanced at him, then looked at Sanborn, pushed him away, and pointed at the latter, "Don't bother us, give him some money, and let these policemen go back for afternoon tea."

The henchman behind him took out a stack of US dollars and threw it on the ground. A police inspector and a senior police officer were treated like this in public. Even if he liked money, Sanborn felt ashamed!

He didn't even look at the US dollars on the ground, and left with a dark face without even saying hello to Conor Velasquez.

Looking at his back, Conor shook his head gently. What dignity do you want as a policeman in Mexico?

You don't have the courage to fight with Walker, and now you are fighting him with a gun. Conor Velasquez will admire him as a hero.

He plans to stay away from Sanborn. With this character, he may die at any time. It's too stupid!

But the world is not short of idiots.

In December 2017, Juan Rosales, a Mexican internet celebrity with millions of followers and known for his pretentiousness and antics, was shot to death in a bar because he cursed a drug cartel leader on social media.

Cursing drug lords in Mexico is like opening a soap factory in the United States, isn't it?

Cona Velasquez looked down at Anna, shook his head, and drove away.

When Walker entered the warehouse with Ma Zi, he saw densely packed bullet holes, with an average of more than a dozen per person.

"Boss, I found the bullet casing." A younger brother handed him a bullet casing. Walker took a look and saw that a standard 9×19 mm bullet was too general and could be used in many firearms.

"First, take the body back and examine it to find out what kind of weapon it is. Ask someone to ask if any strangers have come here recently. I don't believe it. I searched all over Mexico City and still can't find them!"

Walker slammed the bullet casing onto the ground.

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Outside Plateau Prison.

Dragan raised his hand and looked at his watch. His face was a little anxious. He hammered the roof of the car. He was a little addicted to drugs. He yawned and bumped his younger brother with his elbow. "Cisse, have you got any powder?" "

"Boss, you don't plan to smoke here."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just a prison? Stop talking nonsense and give it to me quickly."

The younger brother couldn't bear to part with it. It was quite expensive to buy, and the internal price also cost money. He hesitated, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fat body dragging a suitcase out of the door, "Boss, your cousin is out. "

Dragan looked up and saw the familiar fat face, waved and shouted.

When Casare saw him, he pulled down his black backpack, grabbed his suitcase and walked over, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Dragan sniffed, "No, no, get in the car."

The boy next to him was very discerning and helped open the car door, smiling at Casare. He knew that this person was an "important" person now.

For the first time, Casare was a little embarrassed when someone opened the door. After sitting in the car, Dragan couldn't wait to ask, "Where's the goods?"

"What's the rush?"

That's what Casare said, but he still opened the suitcase, which contained the parts of the AK47 neatly. "Here are 5 AK47s, 500 rounds of 7.62mm bullets, and 10 anti-1 grenades..."

"Didn't the phone say 10 long guns and 10,000 rounds of ammunition?" Dragan asked hurriedly.

"Do you think I am someone who can move so many things? An AK costs 4.3 kilograms, not counting bullets. Do you think I am Superman or Batman?"

Casare said angrily, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "There is an address on it. You go over and find a man named Holder to pick up the rest of the goods, and he will give it to you."

"That's good, that's good." Dragan leaned over to prepare the box, but Casare reached out to block it. "Give me money first, $1,000 for the AK, $1 for five rounds of bullets, and $40 for grenades."

"total is…"

Casare frowned, unable to calculate clearly. He took out his calculator while Dragan and others looked at him in confusion, "$12,400. We only want cash, no checks."

"Why has the price increased? Isn't the AK47 $800?"

"The Soviets lost the war in Afghanistan. The prices of goods purchased from them have increased, and the prices of the original factories have also increased. We have to make some money. Don't worry, I can't lie to anyone if I lie to you."

Dragan looked at him suspiciously.

"You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. When the goods arrive, I will give them to you."

Casare just shook his head, "This is not okay, this is against the rules."

Dragan frowned and proposed to give it to the other side separately, but the other side also refused. The reason was that the other side had no finances and limited manpower, which made him itchy with anger.

"Are you still afraid that I'll run away? It's not like you don't know where my home is. What we pay attention to in the arms business is trust, and we're not doing a one-time business. Right? You've tried this product. Do you think it's okay? If you give me money, you take it. If you don’t give me money, I’ll sell it to someone else.”

“In Mexico, arms are more sought after than chastity.”

Dragan stared at Casare, who did not panic. The other party had no choice but to say to his younger brother, "Pay!"

"Don't lie to me, I know where your home is."

This threat is very strong. It is too common for cousins ​​to turn against each other. Guzman knows that there are four of his cousins ​​who founded the famous Beltran Leyva Group, and the two sides turned against each other.

You know, the four of them started a joint venture with Guzman in the planting business when he was 15 years old, and they followed him until middle age. But just like that, when there were differences in interests, they just went ahead with it.

Who cares?

For more than 10,000 US dollars, Dragan could really do what he wanted to do to kill Casare's family.

After receiving the money, Casare didn't care about his threats. He counted the money in front of him and said with a smile, "If any customer wants weapons, remember to contact me and I can give you a dividend. By the way, we are called "New" Hope” company.”

This is a company registered by Best at the request of his boss.

Main business: selling pork, beef and mutton.

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