Chapter 195 It’s Better to Believe that I Am God than to Believe in the CIA.

July 26, 1990, about two o'clock in the afternoon.

Very punctual.

Because the gold-plated clock hanging in the office of the governor of Sonora State just rang.

The phone on the table rang.

Victor, who had been standing by the window, moved his body, and his hand holding the cigarette also shook. He saw Casare rushing over at a speed that was very inconsistent with his weight, picked up the phone and answered it.

"Boss, Mr. Jonathan Panier."

Victor finished the last puff of cigarette, and he couldn't waste it. He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Really, don't litter.

He walked over and took the phone, "Hey, man, what did your leader say?"

This kind of state-owned unit is complicated, and you have to report to the leader.

It's not like me. I have the final say in personal enterprises, the first generation of founders, and the direction of the company. If I want to cancel the company, I will give Nuevo Laredo next door a bombardment tomorrow.

The company was dissolved that afternoon.

The main focus is efficiency.

"DEA is willing to fully cooperate with the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency. We will send a 30-man High-Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) to participate in the operation. The Pentagon will provide us with C-130s, and the Panama U.S. military base will send two F-15s to escort us to the outside of Bogota, the capital of Colombia, to raid the new judicial building!"

"This method is very bold!" Victor frowned.

He thought of the famous "Entebbe Operation", but the Ugandan airport they went to was much worse than Colombia in terms of military capabilities and political environment.

You C-130 airborne, and then... scatter flowers from above?

This TMD, they will kill you with anti-aircraft machine guns.

"This is the plan formulated by the DEA Overseas Operations Department, and it is also the final version."

Victor frowned, NMD!

These SBs, do they really think that special operations will definitely succeed?

His face fell, but his "good" quality made him hold back from throwing the microphone.

"What time?"

"The C-130 will be at the Hermosillo Airport tonight and will take off at 2 a.m. tomorrow. According to intelligence, the drug dealers will arrive at the Justice Building at 9 a.m. and the raid is scheduled for 9:30 a.m."

"The battle will be resolved within 30 minutes and evacuated by ground!"

"Have you arranged it?" Victor asked. Didn't the Colombian branch of the DEA get killed?

Who is responsible for this...?

Jonathan Panier said in a complicated tone, "The Pentagon asked the CIA to cooperate with us."

I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.

I almost vomited a mouthful of grudges.

Brother, don't you know what your relationship with the CIA is?

If you are a dog, they are the dog-beating team.

If you are a prostitute, the PC will not even pay you.

Cooperation?

I'll sell it to you tomorrow.

If you do this, you might as well fly two planes to commit suicide.

There is no difference between cooperating with the CIA and committing suicide.

In fact, DEA is also helpless. They said they have two combat teams, the High Risk Target Apprehension Team (HEAT) and the predecessor of FAST, the Snowcap Operation Team (OST).

But…

The number of people is very small, and sometimes they have to rotate overseas. It’s scary to hear that DEA teams have to be on duty overseas.

It’s really "generous" to be able to send 30 people this time. They usually contact local police for law enforcement.

Didn’t the Mexican police sell them out like this many times?

Victor laughed angrily, "Do you believe them or do you believe I am God? Have you forgotten about Camarena? This is what the CIA sold! You can just change your operation this time to "send to death". If so, the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency will cancel this operation."

"The Pentagon has already warned the CIA." Jonathan Panier said hurriedly when he saw that the other party was about to kick.

"I won't take my police officer's life to gamble with the conscience of the CIA!"

Listening to the slightly rough breathing of the other party, Victor also knew that he was not feeling well. DEA grandfather and grandmother did not love him, just like a left-behind orphan, and the welfare treatment was much worse than that of the CIA.

His tone was slightly slower, "We will arrange the combat operations. You don't need to tell your leader about this. Jonathan, we have to be responsible for our warriors!"

"Our rigor is the best protection for him."

Every time the Americans carry out an operation, several departments cooperate with NMGT. It would be strange if nothing went wrong.

Isn't the later "Red Wing Operation" like this? The organization and coordination are complicated, the command is not unified, and then 19 people were killed.

"If you insist on carrying out this unreasonable action, the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency will act on its own..."

Before he finished speaking, Jonathan Panier said, "DEA is only responsible for cooperation."

Isn't it normal for Party A to overturn Party B's plan?

"Very good! See you at the Hermosillo Airport in the evening!"

Victor hung up the phone, checked the time, and decisively issued an order, "From now on, block the Hermosillo Airport and set it as a military management zone, allowing the US C-130 to land."

"Kennedy..."

The other party straightened his body and stood straight.

"You lead the team tonight!"

"Yes! Director!" Kennedy saluted.

"Go and select 70 EDM members, the most elite! This is the first overseas operation of our anti-drug team, do a good job."

The other party nodded solemnly and went out to make arrangements.

"Help me get a map of Santa Fe Bogota, the capital of Colombia!"

"Gather all the information to the Mexican Special Operations Joint Department and let them come up with a plan!"

Casare responded hurriedly and rushed to work.

Victor had long wanted to set up a department similar to the "US Joint Operations Command", and the dispatch of the police force should be handed over to professionals.

Including combat staff, tactical command, intelligence collection, etc.

In the future, many departments will be under his jurisdiction.

More convenient and faster.

In the future, with more territories, the departments will be more bloated. When power is deeply rooted, all unnecessary departments should be abolished as soon as possible.

After preparing to carry out special decapitation of drug dealers, he set up this department overnight, following the template of the US military.

Highly replica one to one.

Professional matters should be handed over to professionals.

After Casare and others left, a piece of intelligence with the words "MDIN-Extreme Urgent!!" was sent to Victor's office by Jason Bourne, and he saw the other party's serious expression.

Victor also frowned.

"17 drug dealers and warlord organizations?"

"Will launch an attack in Tijuana?"

Is it necessary to this extent?

I am not a bear or an eagle!

They would also scream if they fought 17 of them alone. The only one in the world who has accomplished this feat is very low-key now.

"Give the message to Mr. Alejandro, search the whole city!"

This kind of troublemaker's style of play is more and more like a terrorist organization. These drug dealers... are really NMD!

Pablo, that bastard, likes to do these useless things. On November 27, 1989, Colombian Airlines flight AV203 was destroyed by drug dealers near Soacha, killing 110 passengers.

This is what he did.

And the bombs used were those used by the Spanish "ETA" organization. They are notorious and famous for playing with bombs. Do they want to make another big wave in Tijuana?

And then celebrate the establishment of their association?

Are you suppressing me to get to the top?

Victor was very dissatisfied. I haven't even started to play dirty tricks, and you are using them?

Alejandro is in Tijuana. He was also shocked when he received the news and hurriedly contacted James Ryan, the head of the National Guard!

Ask him to send police officers to conduct a large-scale investigation in Tijuana!

"First check those with criminal records and the new strangers. I don't want the two of us to be assigned to the newly established prison management department."

Victor built 17 prisons in Lower California.

Um...

In his words, it was to allow drug dealers to change their appearance.

But in fact, everyone knows that it is the place where he kills drug dealers. Without heads, of course they will change their appearance.

Alejandro doesn't want to be a prison guard anymore.

James Ryan: "Yes! Sir, I promise to complete the mission!"

All 6,500 National Guard members stationed in Tijuana were sent out, knocking on doors one district after another and one household after another.

In a slum called Tuna Street in District 13.

Residents who were eating heard the knock on the door.

"Who is it?" The man shouted vigilantly.

"Check the water meter, it's broken."

The man looked at his wife and children, walked over to open the door in confusion, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw three men in police uniforms standing in front of him, and a staff member from the block office standing next to them.

That's right...

In Tijuana, Victor gave priority to the development of "street offices", and every street has government staff, who are not Mexican civil servants, but full-time staff in Baja California.

The full name is more than 30 districts, about 200 streets, all of which have offices, with about 1,000 staff members.

"Police...Officer!" The man saw the police tremble a little, and his legs went weak.

"Sava Preston Santos?" asked the police sergeant in charge.

The man nodded hurriedly, then raised his hand, "I...I have left the gang, I am now a good man, and I don't collect usury anymore."

He was about to cry as he said this.

They trembled when they saw the police. In the previous crackdown on gangs, most gang members were taken to prison for a "package", ranging from 7 to 25 days, and they were beaten every day!

Five lashes per person, and after the beating, they had to copy the "Tijuana Administrative Code". If they engaged in gang activities again, they would be beaten again.

After coming out, he went to sell fruit.

It's not easy to be a big brother.

"Officer, Sava has indeed turned over a new leaf now. The fruit he sells is very sweet and he is very hardworking." Someone from the street studio next to him also interrupted.

The police sergeant looked at him, then looked back at the house, where his children and wife were, "Have you seen anything strange recently?"

"What do you mean...strange?"

"The kind of person who is more withdrawn and doesn't go out in broad daylight? Or does things in a sneaky way."

The man frowned and thought for a while.

"Isn't that the couple above like that?" The wife in the house suddenly spoke up.

"Tell me more."

"A week ago, a couple moved in upstairs, but they don't go out, only at night, and they only eat at the restaurant downstairs. Every night when they go out, they buy a lot of things to take home."

"It's wrapped in black packaging. I don't know what it is. I greeted him, but he ignored me."

The police sergeant became alert and trembled, "Which floor?"

"The leftmost of the 3rd floor!"

"Let's go upstairs and knock on a wooden door on the 3rd floor."

No one responded inside.

"Knock on the door."

"Is anyone there? Meter repairman!"

No one answered after calling twice.

The police sergeant frowned and winked at a police officer, intending to "unlock" directly, but just as he walked to the door.

Suddenly, there was a bang!

A big hole was punched in the wooden door, and the police officer who was close to it fell to the ground injured.

"Shotgun!!"

"Fire!"

The police sergeant pulled the street staff, who were all scared and ran downstairs. The former grabbed the collar of the fallen team member and dragged him to the corner.

"007 of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment called for support!"

"007 of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment called for support!"

He pressed the intercom stuck on his shoulder hard.

Suddenly, his pupils condensed, and he saw a grenade thrown out from the broken hole in the wooden door.

It rolled on the ground twice.

M39 small egg-shaped grenade!

"Grenade!"

Boom!

There is no way to run away, so he can only lie on the ground to protect his important parts.

Sava downstairs heard the noise and hurriedly closed the door.

"Hide quickly!" He arranged his wife, then ran into the room and dug out a French MAB PA-15 pistol from the floor. Although Tijuana asked to hand it over, but... who really handed it over?

This is Mexico. Without a gun, there is really no sense of security.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to help!" Sava said, his eyes dodging, but with determination, "Help the police catch the criminals. According to the new rules in Tijuana, if you have made major contributions, your children can go to key schools!"

Sava took a deep breath.

"I want to live a good life again, Sarah. I don't want our children to be pointed at and say that their father has made mistakes."

"Since he can choose to live, then I will help him!"

It's a gamble!

If you win, you are a hero. If you die, you are also a hero.