Chapter 192 DEA: Victor, We Need You!

Can God fight drug dealers?

I don't know.

But putting a cross in a place like Parliament is the greatest disrespect to Victor. You put Jesus, why not me!

Without Victor's consent, he can't call God God, he can only call Jesus!

Looking at the cross, he felt more and more disgusted.

He hooked his finger at Zolf Sherman next to him, who leaned over with a blank look, but saw that God's face was burned with a hole, his expression was still a little subtle.

Latin America...

This is illegal.

If those priests know, they must understand what liberation theology is now. Those guys in priest robes are very fierce.

Victor reached out and pulled out the pistol that Zolf Sherman had on his waist and pointed it at God on the cross.

"Since it's useless, please don't take up the position."

Bang!

Gunshot.

Shot it directly!

Half of the head fell from above. It should be a stone. It rolled down the steps and rolled to the feet of a female councillor.

She was so scared that she quickly shrank back.

This X00X also trembled.

Jesus... was slashed? !

All the people in the parliament fell silent. They looked at this scene in disbelief. This is blasphemy!

This is blasphemy!

But why can't this protest sound come out when it is in the mouth? The mouth seems to be blocked by something.

Take a closer look, oh, it turns out to be a 7.62 caliber.

God is God, life is life, these cannot be lumped together.

Victor looked down at the congressmen below, looking at each of them carefully. He still hoped that there were some good people in Sonora, but...

"Hey, I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, you can't make me forgive you, go to hell."

"Fire!"

Zolf Sherman immediately understood, waved his hand, and the police officers pulled the trigger and fired directly!

Bang, bang, bang!

"Help! Help!"

"Don't kill me! I won't dare to do it again!"

The vicious congressmen cried and stood up and wanted to run, but they were all hit by bullets and fell in a pool of blood.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! I have old people and young children, and my child is still very young. I have to raise him up." A short-haired young congressman shouted loudly and knelt on the ground.

If the saintly bitch heard this, she would think Victor was a murderer, but this guy... was originally the son of a leader of the Juarez drug cartel.

At the age of 17, he kidnapped a tourist outside. At the age of 18, he raped and killed a woman. At the age of 21, he started to help Juarez sell drugs in San Francisco.

At the age of 24, he entered politics?

Now he is 27 years old. He has been promoted to the state legislator in 3 years.

CNM!

Is there a rocket installed in your butt?

Sure enough, there are only three things to maintain power, money, blood and mothers and babies. In this bird place in Mexico, Victor sometimes has to scratch his head.

He is not regretful, but afraid.

When he killed people before, didn’t he see other people’s tears?

Victor just raised his eyelids slightly, turned his head, took the cigar handed over by Casare, lit it, and blew a smoke ring.

"I’m going to die, and you still talk so much nonsense."

Zolf Sherman took out a shotgun himself, stuck it under his armpit, and shot a shot at the man’s head!

The watermelon... exploded!

Wherever the dirt is, Victor will sweep it!

Parliament?

He tui!

There are about 80 state legislators, all lying here.

"Clean the floor."

After leaving the parliament building, Victor did not forget to urge cleaning.

"Boss, this legislator is gone, will there be gossip in Mexico City?" Casare whispered beside him.

"Yes, this position must have a few people."

Victor nodded, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Select some grassroots police officers and commanders from the police force and let them take up the position. Anyway, it's just someone sitting in the position."

The chair doesn't have a butt recognition system.

Victor said whoever can sit can sit.

But when he said this, Casare and Zolf Sherman next to him looked at each other, not knowing what to say?

Isn't this just a... military government?

Fatty Ka scratched his head. If this got out, Cuauhcmote in Mexico City wouldn't be able to sleep.

"I know what you are going to say. Politics is just a means to fight drugs, nothing more. After all the drug dealers in Sonora are wiped out, I will definitely return power to Mexico City." Victor said righteously.

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Didn't the corporal say the same thing back then? He just wanted Germany to be great? He didn't care about anything else?

However, Victor was sincere. He was a "drug fighter"!

I massacred the Sonora State Congress, but it was full of drug dealers, that's all.

You all misunderstood my good intentions.

As the "chief eunuch", Casare knew that he had to stand up at this time, "Yes, the chief is right, I agree with this, the police officers are fighting on the front line and dedicating their lives for the peace of Mexico. In addition to satisfying them materially, we must also provide them with enough voices to speak."

This is called a confidant.

Victor nodded with satisfaction, "Choose from the grassroots police officers, this is very important."

"Understood, leave it to me."

A group of people got on the car, and Zolf Sherman left a team waiting at the Congress. If someone... came late, they would be sent over together.

"Today, all families and consortiums related to drug dealers will be swept away!" Victor looked at the depressed streets outside, his tone was very sinister, and turned his head to look at Casare who came in, "You know what I mean, no one will be left!"

Fatty Ka's eyebrows jumped.

This is of course a family extermination.

Even if your cows are pregnant, you have to dissect them, and you kill the dogs on the roadside.

"Tell the public that we killed the drug dealers when they ran away. We express our strong protest and deep regret. We are very sad. If we had come earlier, perhaps this would not have happened."

Even if Victor didn't become a policeman, he would not starve to death if he became a reporter.

"Do you understand?" he suddenly asked.

"I understand!"

Victor nodded and looked outside the car. A patrol team driving the "Spinster" No. 1 infantry fighting vehicle drove past. When passing by the convoy, they saluted excitedly.

Singing "Victor in Mexico" loudly.

Victor opened the window, smiled and waved his hand.

His police officers are really heroic.

Sure enough, they are much better than other military and police officers in Mexico.

After the patrol left, he closed the window with a smile on his face, "I think we should distinguish our anti-drug police force from ordinary police."

"I plan to design a special police flag and song!"

Casare is not a military man, so he doesn't understand, but Zolph Sherman knows. Is Victor planning to set up his own army?

He didn't know what to say for a while, but he must be very excited.

The current team is indeed messy. It is called an anti-drug force, but in fact the organization is still very chaotic. Sometimes it sounds like a guerrilla force, and it doesn't look like a regular army at all.

At least it should be divided into road police force, air police force, marine police force, police artillery force and logistics.

Then divide the detailed number below.

EDM and EDTV are more suitable for elite special operations teams under the army, which are only responsible for decapitation operations on the battlefield.

It is similar to the special forces in the military branches of many countries.

What Victor will face is not a small group of drug trafficking troops, but an adult thief with sophisticated weapons and rich experience.

"Boss..."

Zolf Sherman was extremely nervous and excited, and suddenly spoke, his voice seemed to be trembling.

If the boss wants to improve, then we can also improve!

I really want to carry the security of Mexico on my shoulders.

Boss, take the position!

"What's wrong? Are you constipated?" Victor looked at him with strange eyes.

Zolf Sherman shook his head hurriedly. How can I let the leader know that I am not in good health? I am in the best health at this time.

"No, I'm just very excited."

Victor always felt that there were few normal people under him. The Mexican International News Department was full of artillery gods. It was said that Ethan Hunt almost coaxed Blanco to give birth to a child for him.

The rest of the people thought about raising their salaries every day.

MD, I will send you to the United States sooner or later.

"We'll talk about this when we get back to Tijuana."

Zolf Sherman nodded vigorously. "Boss, you can call me anytime you want. Don't forget me."

When the car drove back to the city hall, Victor was about to get off when he saw an acquaintance.

Jonathan Panier from the DEA!

Why is this guy here?

Victor was a little confused and frowned. When he saw him coming, he said, "Go upstairs and talk."

The other party looked around and realized that this place was not suitable. He nodded and followed him to the governor's office.

"What's wrong?"

Victor asked as soon as he entered the door.

"The DEA's intelligence agency in Colombia was destroyed!"

"I can't contact anyone."

"And the wife and children of Javier Dogomins, the head of that place, were killed by local gangs yesterday."

"The FBI has found the local gangs, but we speculate that Javier is probably in danger."

Jonathan Panier said solemnly.

"How many people are there in the Columbia branch?"

"27!"

"All disappeared?" Victor was also a little surprised. When he saw the other party nod, he knew that he must be dead.

Jonathan Panier: "Tomorrow is the 27th. Last time you conveyed that the warlords in Mexico, Colombia, Panama and Guatemala planned to establish the North American Drug Trafficking Association in the judicial building. This matter is taken very seriously."

"Our leaders also reported it."

"Then what?"

"But the CIA said that these are all lies. It is our DEA who came up with it to defraud funds. Fuck! Those idiots just put their ears into their anuses. One day they will pay the price for their pride." Jonathan Panier cursed.

This curse lasted until 2001.

Victor thought more. If I remember correctly, the "Gulf War" will break out in less than a week. At this time, the CIA is very busy. How can they have time to care about you?

The big guys have to command the battlefield, isn't it just drug trafficking?

Let them do it!

Aren't they just some random drug dealers who want to form a random gang?

What can they do?

Can they harm all Americans?

Don't worry, we'll just have to fire a gun to appease them!

In the eyes of the big guys, drug dealers are really too low-level. There is no challenge at all. He doesn't fight him because he doesn't provoke him.

That's all.

So the demands of the DEA are not important.

"We have to wipe out all these people!" Jonathan Panier gritted his teeth, "This is a complete provocation to us!"

"We need your help."

Victor raised his eyebrows, "What do you need me to do? That's in Colombia, and many things are inconvenient to do."

You can't let yourself bombard the judicial building, right?

"We applied for a C-130 and sent special forces to behead!"

Transport plane airborne

Fuck, brother, you guys are playing such a big game?

Who has played this before?

In fact, the DEA has special forces, almost all American law enforcement agencies have, and there are two.

The predecessor of the High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) and FAST, the Snow Cap Operations Team (OST).

The training is exactly the same as the famous "Navy SEALs", "Green Berets", and the Air Force's Special Tactics Squadron.

The equipment is also very sophisticated, and it is considered a very good special forces unit. Of course, people who are not familiar with it are not very clear.

It was established in Afghanistan before.

Some people call this SWAT team "one of the most mysterious action units in the federal government", and some people call it "the nightmare of drug lords".

But these titles are worthless, and the identity is given by yourself.

If it is really that awesome, can't it kill Mexican drug dealers?

Victor thinks that Americans like to brag about this.

In terms of fighting will, can you compare with the bear?

In addition to the individual equipment of each special soldier worth more than 100,000 US dollars, what else do you have, what do you have left.

Victor is really not envious, is it great to go out in a "Hercules"?

"Have you informed the Colombian authorities about this?" Victor asked with a frown.

"Do we need to inform them?" Jonathan Panier raised his eyebrows.

Do people with backgrounds always speak so toughly?

That's right, if I don't speak toughly, why would I look for a backer?

In fact, the DEA applied to use missiles to directly bomb the Colombian judicial building, so that all the drug dealers who were meeting inside would be reimbursed.

But...

It didn't pass.

After all, he is not someone's biological son. If the CIA puts forward this opinion, it really can't report it accurately.

"What about the retreat?"

"Enter northwest Panama, there will be troops there to support us."

"Are the US troops in Panama reliable?"

Victor spoke very directly. He didn't want his people to die and send their heads thousands of miles away.

This question directly burned Jonathan Panier's CPU. He was stunned. Looking at the other party, he frowned when he saw that the other party didn't look like he was joking.

"Don't forget that the ones who betrayed you the most are these so-called comrades, and my intuition tells me that the CIA will definitely cause trouble here."

Drag your teammates back, pull your teammates' pants, and then go to the boss to complain. As the prince, the CIA is making enemies everywhere, but no one can fight back.

"Then what do you say we should do?"

"Give me a DEA Gulf Activity Permit, and we will send people to Panaba to pick them up."

"We are your armed forces overseas, you should have this right, right?"

It's simple to say, but the meaning is very clear.

Big brother.

Your people are unreliable, let me do it myself, but if I go out, I may be more arrogant, and I will slap the other party three or two times if I don't agree with them. Can you bear it for me then?

Jonathan Panier is a smart man. When he heard this, he was silent and his eyelids began to tremble.

"You can ask your leader first." Victor was quite considerate.

But he actually sighed a little in his heart.

It seems that the DEA is still not strong enough!

Who is the strongest in the United States? The American arms oligarchs. When Victor's strength is enough, he will cooperate with them privately, mainly providing weapons for the resistance forces, and the oligarchs will be responsible for providing weapons to the US military.

Then the oligarchs can use the reason that the resistance forces are too powerful to ask for funds to update their equipment, and they can make more money for the arms oligarchs.

They will definitely be willing to let themselves be "arrogant" to a "certain extent".

This road is actually very suitable.

But unfortunately, the strength is not enough now, and others don't look down on you.

Occupying two states in Mexico is powerful, but what is the difference between you and ordinary guerrillas?

In order to be respected by others, at least you have to kill all the drug dealers in Mexico and increase your troops to 200,000!

"I will call the director directly about this matter and make sure he agrees. What you said makes sense. The American military guys are all in cahoots with the CIA." Jonathan Panier frowned and said in a deep voice.

Victor smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, I am the only one who will not betray our beliefs. All drug dealers should be destroyed! The blue sky will last forever!"

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