Chapter 188 What? Another Cousin of Mine Died? !

In the fields outside the steel plant.

Victor sat on a chair, enjoying the rare sunshine.

He was in a good mood looking at the surging points.

The golden finger was also sorted from top to bottom.

The one who provided the most points was of course Alfredo. As the money laundering director of the Sinaloa drug cartel, he was also a senior VIP of the Las Vegas casino and had to go there every year to gamble.

He had connections with the Italian Mafia, the American Mafia, the RB "Yakuza", the Aryan Brotherhood, and even the famous Canadian gang "Hell's Angels". He even held many positions in these gangs.

Looking through the whole article, there is no organization that does not sell drugs!

He himself founded an organization in Ottawa, Canada, called: "Suck DM to Heaven"!

Well... a very coquettish name.

But there are really many people who joined, and there is no need to fool them.

North American young people like to play exciting games, and they also worship the more rebellious things.

Sooner or later, Victor will go there to correct their three views!

Drug abuse, alcoholism, fighting?

Let you eat bullets!

Alfredo provided Victor with more than 300 million points, directly taking back the "principal" of the thermobaric bomb. He may not be the most famous, and many people who don't care about the history of Mexican drug trafficking may not have heard of this name.

But the financial damage caused by him as a money laundering supervisor is not light at all.

He should be the most "easy" leader who died in Victor's hands so far, without suffering any pain.

And this "Steel Factory Battle" directly made his points soar to 2.1 billion!

It can buy 15 Tu-160s.

But he already has an idea, planning to invest this money in military factories to boost Mexico's military industry, and then put a brand on it and sell it directly to the African battlefield.

In the 1990s, after the death of the bear, the locked eagle completely let go of itself and began to look for oil all over the world.

The triangle relationship is the most stable, and the confrontation between the two sides is also okay. If one side dominates, it will be chaotic. At that time, the whole world will be at war!

Oil will breed bad soldiers.

At that time, I, Victor... will provide weapons to the rebels all over the world. Of course, I will charge for it. If you don't pay, you still want me to send you weapons?

I will send you a hammer cannon.

By then, there will be only one evil dragon in the world.

When the whole world rebels against the "bad seed" behind the scenes.

Damn! What a great feeling!

"Boss."

Just when Victor was still thinking about how to go back, Casare came over and shouted.

Victor turned his head and looked at him, "Have all the reporters been sent away?"

"They were sent away. They took the money and promised to report positively on us in the newspaper when they left."

"Just listen to this deceptive and confusing talk."

It's good if you don't curse and slander behind my back.

"In the future, ordinary reporters are strictly prohibited from entering the military scope. If they insist on entering, they will be regarded as spies, shot directly, and buried in the mountains." Victor said calmly.

There will definitely be more and more weapons coming out in the future, and they can be hidden for a while.

Casare responded from the side.

"After the steel mill is taken, I plan to build a logistics zone here. What do you think? To the west of Sonora is Baja California, to the north is the United States, and to the south is Sinaloa. Many countries have to go through Mexico to go to the United States and Canada. We can definitely take a bite of this delivery order."

"Including giants such as Robinson Global Logistics Co., Ltd. and Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railway Transportation Company (BNSF). If they want to transport goods, they have to establish companies in Mexico to provide jobs and increase GDP."

Mexico's transportation channels are very prosperous. Many countries below want to transport things unless they want to transport by air, but they think the price is too high, so they can only go through the US-Mexico border.

Otherwise, do you think that only locals use the drug trafficking transportation channel?

This is the advantage of geographical location.

Victor has a vision, but the current social environment is not good. Otherwise, he would directly build a "Mexican version of Silicon Valley" in Tijuana.

Brother, you have Canada above you, and I will take care of the following!

As long as you pay, it's not bad to be someone's younger brother.

Casare was a little confused when he heard the other party's "grand plan" and smiled awkwardly, "Boss, I don't understand the economics, so I have to leave it to professionals."

Victor nodded, it's time to form a "think tank".

Farming is much more difficult than fighting.

"You have to study more. When I take you abroad in the future, when the bosses in other countries and regions ask you what your academic qualifications are, you have to show them off. Academic qualifications are used to show off, and knowledge is used to improve."

"Then ask Harvard or Yale how much it costs to add two places."

"Buy...buy directly?" Casare thought what he said before was right, but when he heard the boss directly throwing money, he raised his head and asked.

"Who has so much time to study? Anyway, they can't feel my inner knowledge. Donate a building, which can also increase our popularity and win a wave of favor among the American elite."

Donate a building?

What a rough way of buying and selling, Americans must like it.

Victor is now like a "licking dog", trying hard to win over the American elite, just to tell them that I stand with you.

Don't doubt it, I am the little gangster who waves the flag and shouts behind the United States.

I have no strength, no way.

The world is so dangerous, you have to hold on to someone. If you are too arrogant, you will be easily bombed by armed forces.

I calculated the time. The Gulf War should start soon, right?

Should we persuade Kwaukmot to send some people to help?

All the big brother needs is your attitude.

But you are the big brother now, not necessarily the big brother for life. There will always be a time of downfall.

What Victor has to do now is to continue to strengthen his own strength and wait for a call.

"Casare."

"I'm here, boss." Fatty Ka said hurriedly.

Victor pointed to the distance, "Our Mexico is waiting for its emperor!"

...

July 26, 1990.

In Pablo's "estate" in Santa Fe, Bogota, Colombia.

"Ahhh!!!"

The screams were accompanied by the sound of swallowing, and two lions were seen hoarsely beating a man. The man rolled over, but how could this force be a match for the animals? He was slapped to the ground with a slap.

The man slapped the glass wall, his face covered in blood, and begged loudly, the voice was very hollow, "Forgive me! Forgive me, I won't dare to do it again!"

Across from this was a row of sofas, where Pablo, the four godfathers of the Cali Group, Abrego, Guzman and Aguilar of Juarez sat.

These bigwigs watched this scene quietly.

In front of Pablo was a bloody steak. His private doctor told him this folk remedy. Eating one steak every day can ensure a man's virility.

The man's screams became weaker and weaker until they stopped abruptly.

"I thought the traitor's life was so hard, it seems that it is just like this." Pablo sneered, grabbed a stack of US dollars next to him, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Colombians have always been extravagant.

But who can say anything about him?

Who dares to say anything about him.

Even his mother would have to be beaten by him twice.

"Kill all his family members and let them know that betraying Pablo is more serious than betraying God."

The younger brother standing at the door nodded.

It's no wonder that Pablo was angry. A small leader under him actually contacted a group of "unknown people" behind his back. Many of the contents of the call were related to the internal affairs of the Medellin Group.

Even on the phone, the small leader called him "Payaso", which made Pablo very unhappy.

The most important thing is...

The information that the younger brother betrayed was provided by the "mortal enemy" Cali Group.

Pablo thought that being fed to the lion was very kind.

"Thank you very much, Gilbert!" He lay back, looked at the boss of the Cali Group next to him, and said with a smile, "Otherwise I would really be kept in the dark. "

Gilbert looks very clean, yes, that's right, clean.

He looks like a middle school teacher, and if he were thrown on the street, he would be just an ordinary person, but his brother Miguel looks more terrifying.

He has a pair of inverted triangle eyes, as if he is always thinking about how to rip people off, and his skin is wrinkled, and he looks like he has been in the business for a long time.

In fact, the two brothers were just thieves who dug tunnels and robbed banks before.

Gilbert did not hear gratitude from Pablo's tone, but a kind of anger of a king being violated. He patted Miguel next to him, and then looked at him calmly, "This is just one of the benefits of our cooperation."

He promoted the establishment of the "North American Drug Association", so he is very active. He has a broad vision and understands that doing black business will be a knife sooner or later.

But it is better for you to be strong and have the strength to fight than to be crushed to death like an ant when you are weak.

Pablo's face was dark, "Have you investigated the people who contacted him?"

"Of course, DEA's employee in Colombia, Javier Dogomins, is of Honduran descent." Gilbert handed over the prepared documents, "This is all his information. "

After Pablo opened it, he saw a photo on the right, of a middle-aged man with unkempt hair. He frowned subconsciously when he saw the hair.

A DEA employee has the same hairstyle as himself?

CNMD!

Have you asked me in Colombia?

The intelligence is very detailed, including when Javier Dogomins' family went to the United States, and when he was old and where he went to school.

When did he join the DEA, and what did he do before?

Where does his wife work.

Where do his children go to school.

It's simply a "personal encyclopedia".

Can the "Kali KGB" be so awesome?

"Did you compile all this?"

Gilbert smiled, "Connections and abilities."

This intelligence gathering is their group's specialty, helping him escape danger several times, so of course he doesn't want to talk about it.

Seeing that he was so perfunctory, Pablo was not interested in asking more questions, and handed it to Guzman, "Kill him!"

Guzman raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't you bomb the CIA's North American headquarters? Let's do this together. By the way, kill his wife and children too."

"That wasn't me!" Guzman gritted his teeth. He couldn't clear himself even if he jumped into the RB sea.

The two big "bosses" in Colombia didn't care, but Abrego and Aguilar expressed their dissatisfaction several times.

Why did you mess with the CIA?

Did you eat too much shit?

Then you play with women! Play with women when you're bored!

"Anyway, people outside say you did it. You Sinaloa don't lack this reputation."

Guzman took a deep breath and was about to reach out when he was stopped by Abrego next to him, "Have you forgotten Camarena?"

"Gallardo is still in prison!"

"Gallardo? Oh? He's dead." Miguel, the younger brother of the Cali Cartel, said, "Your Mexican policeman Victor tore him to pieces with a Hummer."

"What!!"

Several major drug lords in Mexico exclaimed in unison.

They have all worked under Gallardo, so they have a close relationship.

That's their boss!!!

"You don't know?" Miguel looked strange.

"Victor has many...counterintelligence methods, we just don't know them for the time being." Abrego said with a stiff face.

It's embarrassing to say this out.

"A policeman scared you like this." Miguel crossed his legs and sneered, very proud, "I'll tell you another piece of news, the steel plant in Sonora was swept by the police, more than 2,000 drug dealers died, Guzman, your cousin seems to be dead too."

Cousin?

Which cousin?

Guzman was startled, and then his face changed drastically!

TMD!

Another cousin died?

Alfredo? !

Two of the Four Heavenly Kings died?

Guzman's cold personality could not help but change his expression.

"How is it possible! How could the "Hermosillo Steel Plant" be taken down?" Aguilar asked with a frown.

He had been to that place before. 2,000 drug dealers were defending it. You want to take it down in a short time?

The difficulty is no less than passing the level of Contra with one life.

Miguel spread his hands, "Maybe, there are traitors among you?"

As soon as he said this...

Gilbert secretly said that it was not good. His brother was good in everything, but he was a little big-mouthed and liked to make trouble. His favorite thing to do was to mock Pablo.

Laughed at him for being a car thief in Medellin.

You still emphasize the traitor, aren't you slapping him in the face left and right?

Gilbert glanced at Pablo.

Sure enough...

His face turned green!

Greener than stocks!

"Stop talking!" He pulled Miguel's wrist, then stepped out to ease the atmosphere, frowning, "Maybe Victor used some dishonorable means."

"Police, there are no good people."

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