Chapter 173 Victor, You Won’t Give Us a Way Out!

The three naval guns at the port of Peñasco were silenced.

The road troops in Obregon, which blocked the traffic fortress, continued to advance, but the drug dealers' counterattack was also fierce.

Fortifications were built on a mountain called "Cavorca" about 120 kilometers away from the capital Hermosillo. Taking advantage of the dense vegetation, the drug dealers occupying the high ground can almost shoot from a high position.

"MD! Burn it if you can't get around it!"

Kennedy seemed very direct.

The "Katyusha" rocket battalion coming from behind was mobilized to bombard the entire mountain range.

The entire mountain range was filled with thick smoke in an instant.

You want to use the terrain to fight, but they don't do what you want. They set fire to the mountain directly. The drug dealers inside were choked and couldn't stand it. They dropped their guns and ran away.

The thick smoke was clearly seen by everyone in Hermosillo.

"What! The positions in the "Cavorca" mountain range are all lost?"

In the corridor of a private hospital in Hermosillo, Chalmers, the deputy who temporarily took over the work of Governor Irving Lozano, was so anxious that his head was sweating.

What does he know about war?

Anxiously looking inside through the window of the ward, Irving Lozano was lucky and did not die on the spot, but the doctor said that his vocal cords, spinal cord, and nerve roots were severely damaged, which means he was useless!

"Without "Cavorca", we have no barrier." A man in a white T-shirt was smoking a cigarette, looking worried, and suddenly asked, "Is the murderer sent by Victor?"

"Does it matter? What we have to do is how to resist Victor's army. Our Sinaloa state must not be attacked by any artillery fire. This is the bottom line of Boss Guzman." Alfredo, the fourth of the four brothers of Beltran Leyva, frowned and asked. He was responsible for money laundering, but the other brothers went to Colombia.

He could only bite the bullet and lead a team of drug dealers to the north for support.

But perhaps they were all frightened by Victor's firepower, and the support forces of several states gathered in Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora State, causing serious damage to local public security.

A bunch of shits staying together, of course, are shits.

Seeing Alfredo bring up Guzman, the heads of several people next to him immediately shrank, and the corridor was a little dull for a while.

"Why don't we pull them into Hermosillo for a decisive battle!" Alfredo was also cruel, "Victor's police officers are not many in total, and there are 378 underground passages under this city. We can fight them in street battles and consume their manpower."

Street fighting? !

This is indeed very tragic.

The "Five Continents Alliance" has nearly 10,000 drug dealers here, and their equipment has long been different. They have also obtained many elite weapons from the American black market.

"Put mines there to make it difficult for their armored vehicles to move. As long as they don't have firepower support, I don't believe that four or five of us drug dealers can't save the life of one of their policemen." The man in the white T-shirt also came up with an idea.

These drug dealers have never considered ordinary people. Perhaps... they have long lost their humanity. If they do this, the whole of Hermosillo will be buried with them.

The war on drugs...

It has really become a war.

If you don't think war is cruel, you can play Battlefield 5. There are corpses everywhere on Iwo Jima.

"Alfredo! What do you say?"

Everyone's eyes were on Guzman's cousin, waiting for him to make the final decision. Alfredo's chubby face flickered. If they dealt a heavy blow to Victor's anti-drug troops heading south here, they would definitely not be able to go to Chihuahua and Sinaloa.

Then most of the interests of the drug cartel could be protected!

"Just do as you say."

The T-shirt man's face relaxed, "Don't worry, I promise to give those policemen a big gift!"

Alfredo clenched his hands and looked at the wildfire in the distance through the window of the corridor.

Victor, you are the one who won't give us a way out.

...

Drug dealers can't just stupidly confront the anti-drug forces head-on.

When they can't beat them, they like to play dirty tricks.

For example...

"Boom!!"

An explosion occurred in a restaurant in a building on the entire east side of the Constitution Square of the National Palace in Mexico City, directly blowing out the diners who were dining inside.

Screams were accompanied by cries of escape.

The whole street was in chaos.

The diners who had finally escaped in tattered clothes supported each other. Before they had time to calm down, four or five armed men holding CZ 25 submachine guns got off the van parked next to them and started shooting at the crowd!

This is Constitution Street!

The military and police who heard the gunshots came over quickly, but the armed men were well-trained and suppressed them.

Above the building where the gunfight took place was the dormitory of an Italian media, and they risked their lives to take this shot.

The Mexican military and police huddled behind the car in fear. The ground was full of fallen people. The armed men were still as relaxed as if they were strolling on the street, and they continued to shoot at the people who were not dead on the ground.

Finally, they left in style!

When Cuauhcmote, who was working in the National Palace next door, heard the explosion, he frowned.

The "new recruit" responsible for his security, Carlos, pushed open the door and came in to take him away. Cuauhcmote waved his hand with a calm face, "It's still a little far from here, don't worry."

"Mr. President!"

Secretary Nunez trotted in with a solemn expression, "21 explosions just occurred in Mexico City, mainly targeting restaurants, shopping malls, and some foreign gathering places. The number of casualties is being counted."

Before he could finish speaking, another secretary came in hurriedly, "Sir, someone on TV announced that he was responsible for this matter."

Cuauquemot felt something bad, so he asked Nunez to turn on the TV. He saw a man wearing a black mask with a red cross engraved on his head standing in front of the camera. Behind him were more than a dozen people holding various elite weapons. of armed personnel.

"We are the Guatemalan Salvatrucha (Mara Salvatrucha). We are very dissatisfied with your actions to curb Mexican drug traffickers. We will take revenge. Starting today, we will choose 17 Mexican cities for bombings. The next location is Tijuana. !”

"Please remember us, we are the Salvation Trout Gang, we prefer an open world, open to drugs, open desires, open humanity..."

"We are neither the first nor the last. Are you ready for the game to begin?"

"Only when we stop suppressing drug dealers and release all imprisoned drug dealers will we stop our revenge. Otherwise, everyone will die!"

The militant on the other end of the TV made an extreme gesture.

Cuauquemot took a deep breath. He wanted to swear, but his reason told him that swearing was useless. He calmly issued the order to rescue the wounded, and then asked CISEN (Mexican intelligence agency) to pay attention to this rescue trout. Fish Gang.

"Inform Mr. Victor of this incident and ask him to pay attention to the safety of Tijuana."

“I’m going to give a televised speech!”

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"Who the hell can tell me where this Mara Salvatrucha gang came from?"

Jason Bourne cursed at the heads of several departments of the Mexican International News Department, "George Smiley, can you tell me who they are?"

The person whose name he called was a middle-aged man with long hair who looked more like a rock singer.

"You know, the gangs in Guatemala can grow faster than the bacteria on my underwear. We have no way of keeping track of their real-time information."

"That's not the answer!"

Jason Bourne slapped the table angrily, "Will the boss listen to our nonsense? He will grab me by the neck and ask me, Hey, Jason, can you tell me where these bastards come from?"

"What do you want me to say? Do you want the boss to see my underwear?"

Everyone in the conference room lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Dong dong dong~

"Who!" Jason Bourne shouted impatiently when he heard the knock on the door.

It was quiet outside, "Jason, Director Victor asked you to go find him."

Jason Bourne took a deep breath, responded, and pointed at everyone, "I hope I will know who those guys are when I come back. Don't worry, if I am sent to Siberia to grow potatoes, I will take you with me." ”

He left the conference room with a dark face, slammed the door, went to the toilet to urinate, then touched his forehead with cold water, and then trotted to Victor's office.

"Boss, call me."

"You're sweating a lot, Jason." Victor was wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt today and had his beard specially shaved.

"Well, it's a lot of work."

"Really? Then let me ask you, do you know about Mara Salvatrucha?"

coming! Sure enough, it came!

Jason Bourne's face is bright red.

Victor glanced at him, "I don't blame you. After all, there are too many filth and extremists in this world. Maybe four dogs on the roadside can bark F4, but what I can't tolerate is that they are provoking me."

"Are they planning to target Tijuana next?"

"If we really succeed in letting them explode, do you think the people's sense of security towards us will increase?"

"I, Victor, wherever I sit is the safest!"

"Find their people and then..."

"Kill them!" Jason Bourne learned to answer.

Victor nodded, "They still don't know anything about my cruelty. Man, we have killed too many drug dealers, but they haven't felt afraid yet. This is a shame!"

Jason didn't know how to say this.

It is impossible to be afraid of adult thieves who have been in the criminal organization for a long time. What are they afraid of?

Afraid of losing excitement, afraid of losing benefits, afraid of losing motivation.

Death is feared only by those who have just entered into crime.

Therefore, whenever a person says he can change, he is just talking shit.

"I plan to open a pay channel on Baja California TV, allowing people to choose the method of death for drug dealers every day, and then we will execute them!"

"Aren't they afraid of executing drug dealers in front of everyone? I want them to cry and repent. If they don't cry, I will beat them until they cry!"

Victor kicked the table, "All the cats and dogs came over to threaten me. Didn't they ask us to let them go?"

"How about cutting it into sashimi and throwing it into the sea?"

Jason Bourne's skin ached when he heard these words.

It's great for you to be a gangster in Guatemala, but TMD must come next door to threaten you. Do you think the boss seems to be tough?

He could soften up the drug dealer and then... throw him down to feed the sharks.

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