Chapter 175 Tell the Guys, I Want to Have some Fun!

Buzz buzz buzz~

The Bell 212 was circling in the sky, and the fluorescent color on the fuselage reflected the word "police".

The police officer wearing earmuffs held the GAU-16 12.7G heavy machine gun with both hands and fired directly at the red off-road vehicle speeding below!

Tut tut tut...

The bullets hit the lamp on the roadside and shook it a few times before it fell to the ground.

"Quick! Quick! Damn it, don't these policemen care about the lives of pedestrians?" The gangster in the co-pilot seat cursed, leaning out and firing at the sky. These bullets were completely going to repair the earth.

"Be careful!"

The driver shouted, turned the steering wheel, and the car body shook. The co-pilot's companion had no time to dodge. His upper body hit the truck in front directly. There was a bang, and the whole person fell out of the co-pilot seat.

He rolled on the ground twice and lay on the ground motionless.

This TM proves a truth.

Wear a seat belt when riding in a car, and don't stick your head out.

The police car chasing behind saw the criminal falling down, stepped on the accelerator and ran over his head.

Watermelon juice was flying everywhere.

What kind of person do you want to live? These people are desperate criminals. They will crush you to death.

"Go to the ghetto and drag those stinky policemen to death!"

The red SUV made a sharp turn, and the black traces of the tires could be seen on the ground, but the driving skills were obviously not good. It turned over directly, bounced a few times, and rolled into the moat.

The car was still gurgling and splashing.

"MD! Go down and fish it out. Even if it drowns, pull it out and shoot it!" The sheriff standing on the coast said angrily.

You offended Victor, you want to drown?

At this time, the support drove out from the security department, and dozens of vehicles rushed to various districts in Tijuana. It was still very difficult to cause chaos.

"Dispatched, dispatched!"

In a parking lot about 600 meters away from the security department, a few people who were looking around saw the support troops leave, and hurriedly straightened their seats.

A gangster was about to put on a hood when his companion pulled it off.

"We are going to be famous, why wear a hood!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Go in, as long as we kill Victor, our Guatemalan Salvation Trout Gang (Mara Salvatrucha) will surpass the Tamil Tigers and become the most dangerous criminal group!"

The silver-white van turned on the high beam, and the men in the car had crazy eyes. With a KY logo on their arms, they rushed towards the security department.

beng~

The railings of the parking lot were broken, and the huge noise alerted the sentries. Looking at the van rushing straight at them, they also opened fire!

It is normal to put a heavy machine gun in such a central location, right?

A series of bullets went by, and the front bumper of the van was debonded, sparking on the ground.

The glass could not block the wind at all, and the driver's neck was rubbed by the machine gun bullets, leaving only a layer of skin.

It directly hit the fire hydrant next to it, and a ball of fire was burned directly. The overwhelming water splashed directly from above.

A mess!

Victor saw this scene clearly from the office of the security building. He frowned, "Are these people... stupid?"

Is the door of the Tijuana Security Department so easy to attack?

"Times have changed, and there are more crazy people." Casare said standing next to him.

Victor looked at him and nodded slowly.

The world is a huge grass-roots team. All kinds of monsters want to stand in front of the stage. But, why are you staring at Mexico?

Go directly to the next door!

"Director!"

The secretary rushed in anxiously, and the door handle was broken by her.

"What's the matter?"

"Caught a live person."

Victor breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "Let Jason Bourne interrogate it clearly."

There was a gangster who climbed out of the van that fell into the moat!

I really can't stand the pain of choking to death.

But as soon as he climbed up, the police on the shore held him down.

"Don't beat him to death..."

Jason Bourne pushed away the police officer who was blocking him and grabbed the bandit's hair, "Name, nationality!"

The other party was gasping for air and spitting water from his mouth.

"Bring the tools!" Jason Bourne said to his colleague, who hurriedly handed over a small medicine box with a "skull" painted on it. This was the "treasure" of the Mexican International News Department.

The police officers next to him were curious and poked their heads out.

They had also heard of this news department, but it was said that no one who was imprisoned came out alive. The more curious, the more curious.

Jason Bourne took out a pair of pliers from the box and said to his colleague, "Hold his head."

"You... what are you going to do!" The gangster shouted, "I demand humanitarian protection for me!"

"Protect NM, Tijuana can only be humanely destroyed."

Jason Bourne spit, clamped his ear with pliers, and then twisted it 90 degrees.

"Ahhh!!!" The other party screamed.

The policemen watching nearby felt a chill all over their bodies. They swallowed their saliva and looked at the two news department employees with a blank expression. Are these people... all made of stone?

"I say... I say!"

Jason Bourne did not stop, twisted the ear to a bloody mess, and then pulled it out with force!

How can torture be done halfway?

Isn't this disrespectful to the criminals?

The gangster fell to the ground, twitching all over, in excruciating pain.

Jason Bourne threw the ear aside.

"Name! Name!"

"Andre Boss!"

"Nationality!"

"Guatemala!"

"What organization do you belong to? What is your purpose in sneaking into Tijuana?"

Jason Bourne asked loudly, and the other party subconsciously stopped.

"Smash his fingers."

The colleague took out a hammer from the box, held the other party's hand, and smashed the little finger with a hammer.

"The Savior Trout Gang, we are here to destroy Mexico's anti-drug alliance and scare the Mexicans. Your anti-drug campaign has affected Guatemala's drug industry!"

Those who are good at geography know that there are several small countries in southern Mexico, none of which are stable. There are gangs running rampant inside and small-scale wars outside.

Some of them live even worse than the local Mexicans.

It can even be said that drugs are the pillar industry of some small countries!

Warlords, gangs, and societies all need to rely on this money to develop.

Do you think they can tolerate Victor continuing like this?

"Which of the 17 cities you chose are included? Tell me everything, CNMD, I ask you a question, and you answer it, right? Drag it into the car, I'll take you to a good place."

Jason Bourne dragged the gangster directly into the police car and drove towards the "cell" of the news department.

The police who were still there looked at each other, then looked at the ears on the ground and shuddered.

MD.

They are all murderers.

Jason Bourne dragged the gangster to interrogate overnight. Under the great memory recovery technique, Andre Bos even knew how old his mother was when she cheated on the man.

He quickly reported the organized intelligence to his boss.

Victor didn't rest all night. When Jason Bourne came in, he stared at him, "You have been slacking off a lot recently."

"Do you think the anti-drug work is about to end?"

"Or do you think that under our caliber, all drug dealers will fight us head-on like fools?"

"Even if I release a dog, he knows to use his nose to sniff strangers every day!"

"I really want to use my size 45 shoes to blow your dog's head!"

Victor stood up, and his saliva was flying.

Jason Bourne was scolded so much that he could only shrink his head.

Maybe he was tired of scolding, he drank a sip of water from the short-term teacup, took the intelligence and took a look, "Is the Guatemalan warlord behind the Salvation Trout Gang?"

"Yes, his name is Ubico Castañeda, a powerful warlord in the north, with the shadow of the CIA behind him." Jason Bourne said hurriedly beside him.

Sure enough!

There is this group of bird shit.

All the people in the CIA branch in Mexico are dead, will they be indifferent?

And even if the DEA helps to bear most of the pressure, do you think they will swallow this breath?

People who have been arrogant all their lives will not swallow this breath.

The CIA is not only on good terms with the army of their own country, but in North America, they are more deeply involved in politics than God.

Let a warlord send some desperate people to make trouble layer by layer, this is his style.

"In addition to Tijuana, there will be bombings in four cities in Lower California, and some in other states. They have also contacted drug dealers. As long as the bombing occurs, there will be marches on the streets, shouting for the end of drug prohibition."

"It would be best to persuade the public to cancel the newly established Drug Enforcement Administration."

"And they also assassinated Mr. Cuauhcmote in Mexico City. It doesn't matter if they didn't kill him. If they did, they would support a new puppet. The representatives of the United States and the United Fruit Company (UFCO) in Mexico will be their new spokespersons."

It's really a chain reaction.

This is really going to kill themselves!

The intelligence department does things so dirty.

Victor frowned, and was very upset about being led by the nose by the CIA. Could he put some people in the other department?

However, even if the people he favored climbed, it would take a long time to climb to a high position, and it would be best if they could defect.

He told this idea to Jason Bourne, and the other party was stunned.

Boss...

You want to put people in the American intelligence department?

So... so exciting!

But Jason Bourne likes challenges. If you can afford the price, someone will work for you. If the money can't impress the other party, then use other means, such as kidnapping, bribery, assassination, etc.

He doesn't believe that everyone in the CIA is a saint.

Jesus has to eat too.

"In addition to the CIA, the DEA and the FBI also find a few targets to buy. Don't worry about spending money. Once you spend money, you can always make it back."

You have to be afraid when you are around Americans.

If someone else inserts his people into your important department in a pretext, you will die if you protest. If you go to someone else to add some people and are discovered, you will also die.

What is hegemony? This is hegemony!

No way...

The other party is too arrogant.

But Victor is not going to swallow this breath.

He grabbed Jason Bourne's neck with his backhand, "I'm very angry now, you know?"

"Tell the guys."

"I want to have some fun!"

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