Chapter 221 Your Body Also Belongs to Mr. Victor!

Victor couldn't use the golden finger to check everyone.

The plate was too big.

There were nearly 30,000 armed forces, plus thousands of ordinary civil servants who depended on him for a living, and a population of more than 3 million in Tijuana.

If he checked them one by one, it would take him a long time.

The only thing he could do was to replace the top leaders with his own people, and hold the guns tightly.

Of course, the people controlled by the golden finger would not rebel.

But you can't replace all the more than 100 million people in Mexico with your own people, right?

It seems...

It's not impossible.

Then there would be more than 100 million people's power at that time, what would you do?

Well...

It would definitely make money to operate a sewing machine.

Tijuana. Night.

The 30th District Gold-Swilling Cave.

Since the last rectification, the casinos here have become more legal and compliant. 20 "gambling licenses" bid more than 120 million US dollars for Victor, and in order to prevent them from becoming bigger and stronger.

Victor's "Hope" company also invested in it, and the local finance department of Tijuana relied on this continuous blood-sucking.

There is no worry that no one will come to play. Although the tax is high, it is all paid by the casino. The staff inside has the final say on how much the customer needs to pay for the handling fee.

At night, this place is very lively.

There are Americans, Mexicans, Guatemalans and even Canadians, and Asian faces can also be seen. Relying on the casino, some other accompanying industries have also sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

It is illegal.

But please don't forget to pay taxes.

Your body also belongs to Mr. Victor.

With the "government endorsement", District 30 quickly changed from a dirty, vulgar, and chaotic slum district to a lively entertainment district.

In the first month, the Tijuana treasury collected nearly 3 million US dollars more.

When the situation stabilizes in the future, there will be more and more tourists in this place, and it will definitely become a pillar industry.

In the "Maguixiu zitel!" casino.

Inspector Demetrius, dressed in plain clothes, looked at the card with crazy eyes, and shouted loudly, "A! A! A!"

Many people behind him also joined in and shouted loudly, but when the last card was revealed, it was a 6.

"Player 4 points, Banker 6 points, Banker wins!" The dealer shouted beside him.

"CNMD!"

Demetrius threw the cards on the table and pointed at the dealer and cursed, "What kind of hand is this, fuck, you bitch, you never beat me!"

His voice was so loud that many people at the next table looked over.

A Mexican who was watching the place came over quickly with a smile on his face, "Inspector Demetrius, what's wrong? Are you not having fun? Have a cigarette and calm down."

"TMD, give me some more money, I don't believe that I have bad luck today!"

The Mexican smiled and looked very kind, "Of course it's no problem, but you have borrowed 200,000 US dollars here, this... do you think you can pay it back first?"

"Gomez, what? Are you afraid that I can't pay it back!"

The other party cursed in his heart, if it weren't for your big background and your boss's name was Victor, if it were before, you, a stinky policeman, would have been beaten to death and thrown into the street.

200,000 is lent to you, and you are a police inspector!

"Forget it, I don't want to play anymore! Damn it!" Demetrius saw the other party's eyes and knew that it would not be so easy to get more money. He cursed, got up, and walked out of the casino.

"Boss, just let him go like this?" A gangster asked Gomez.

"What should we do? Can you still ask him for the debt? It's our bad luck, just don't lend him money anymore."

Gomez cursed as he looked at the other person's back.

In fact, Victor had strictly stipulated that the discipline department was not allowed to gamble and find prostitutes, but Demetrius didn't listen.

He was originally a senior assistant in the local police department in Tijuana. After Uncle Victor came in, he changed his boss directly on the spot. Then he knew that the new boss liked reform and liked radical subordinates, so he applied to join the front line directly.

He made a lot of contributions in the front.

He is considered a fierce general!

But this man likes gambling and lust, and his salary is not enough for him to squander, so...he tried to make gray income. In the casino, he met a "Spanish" woman who was very proactive and the two went to bed directly.

A month later, the other party told him that she worked for the Spanish intelligence department, and most importantly, she was pregnant!

Demetrius easily became an informant in the hands of this woman.

But he was lucky and cautious, so he was not caught by the 13th Department. Otherwise... his body would have been at the door in the morning.

Demetrius smoked a cigarette outside the casino, and when he glanced around, he saw that a room on the second floor of a small hotel opposite was lit. He looked around, threw the cigarette on the ground, twisted the cigarette butt with his toes, and then walked into the hotel.

The front desk heard footsteps and was about to call him, but he waved his hand, "Looking for someone," and then ran upstairs quickly, like a regular customer.

I found the room on the second floor, and there was a sign on the door: "Resting, please do not disturb." But in the lower right corner, there was a small black dot, which was completely invisible if you didn't look carefully.

Demetrius knocked on the door three times in a very rhythmic manner, and the door slowly opened, revealing a gap, and a pair of eyes appeared. When he saw him, he hurriedly opened the door and complained, "Why are you here now?"

"What's the hurry?"

He walked in and saw seven or eight people sitting inside, all of whom were small groups he had pulled down.

He used the money given by the "Spanish mistress" to win over a group of people.

These people had interests with him in the pre-Victor era, and later, they fully supported Victor's proposition, so they were promoted quickly.

The lowest superintendents are the leaders of the Tijuana Police Department's operations team and the talkers of the anti-black team.

Most of the others are capable in the anti-drug force.

Demetrius' current position is the former senior commander of the anti-drug force. If he is lucky, he may even be selected as a one-star brigadier general in this reform.

"Very good, you are here in a neat row." He nodded with satisfaction at the people who arrived, and looked at his watch, "Stop talking nonsense."

"The Spanish intelligence department has given us a task. If we can do it, we will become the new masters of this country. They will help us take over Mexico City!" Demetrius said excitedly.

"According to the news, Victor will go to the United States to attend the memorial ceremony tomorrow. At that time, he will take Kennedy and others away. We must seize power at this time!"

Rebellion!

Everyone had this idea, and fear appeared in their eyes.

They only wanted to sell some confidential information and make some money, but they didn't think about rebelling!

That is a capital crime!

Demetrius saw all their actions and expressions, and his tone suddenly became gloomy. He sneered, "Gentlemen, you don't think there is a way out?"

"We have cooperated with the Spanish intelligence department and have touched Victor's bottom line. He is a murderer. The people he killed can go around Mexico from here. Don't you know? Have you forgotten what happened this morning?"

"Maybe you still have a fluke, thinking that the other party will let you go if you surrender? Don't be ridiculous, even if you are not killed, you will definitely be thrown into the prison of the Mexican intelligence department. You are not even 40 years old, are you willing to retire?"

It must be said that Demetrius has good eloquence. He is also a character. He was able to be cruel and throw himself to the front line during Victor's period just to attract the attention of the boss.

Lucky, he didn't die, and was promoted directly!

He thought very clearly that wealth and honor are sought in danger.

"We have a 90% chance of success. We just need to control the airport and not allow the planes in the air to land! We will lead people to attack the city hall and seize Victor's position!"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise.

"Then have you ever thought that Victor can land somewhere else besides Tijuana." Someone said, "If he returns to Mexico, do you think his troops will support him or us?"

Demetrius is not afraid of others asking questions, but he is afraid that no one will ask questions. He smiled, "Do you think we are the only ones in the Spanish intelligence department?"

"Someone in Mexico City also responded to us. They rushed into Cuauhcmote's official residence and shot him to death. Isn't it easy to do it with just one bullet?"

Why must Spain kill him?

Because Victor destroyed their interests here!

He only didn't move the Americans, not other Europeans, such as Italians, Spanish, and French. All of your factories must let the "Lower California Finance Department" join in, and all foreign investment is not allowed.

Either agree or get out.

The only ones who didn't move were the Americans. There was no way. They were too close. Their army was at the door.

Especially the Spanish factory here, which was almost destroyed. They wanted to deal with him a long time ago, but they didn't have the strength. During World War II, they were notorious cowards. Now... can they fly across the Danish Strait to deal with themselves?

There is no way, they can only use some dirty tricks.

"In the United States, someone will give Victor a big gift. It would be better if he could die outside. Don't worry, even if we fail, the Spaniards promised us that they would let us and our families live in Europe and protect us, and would not treat us unfairly!"

Demetrius raised his hand and lowered his voice, "Gentlemen, glory and wealth are in front of us, and our future is in front of us. Who is in favor? Who is against?"

The people present looked at each other, hoping that someone would stand up.

"I will not participate in this event, I will withdraw!" Superintendent Smith Lyle, who opposed this action, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will not tell anyone about our plan, I swear to God!"

Demetrius was stunned and nodded, "I respect your choice, is there anything else?"

No one else said anything.

"Then go ahead, Smith, and remember, don't talk nonsense."

"I hope you can succeed."

The police superintendent said a blessing and walked out the door. He only wanted to make money, not to engage in such a rebellion, which would kill people.

Smith Lyle just put his hand on the door handle, and his head hurt and his ears buzzed. He turned around with all his strength and saw Demetrius with a twisted expression, "Dead people won't leak secrets!"

He held an ashtray in his hand and smashed it hard at the other party.

In a few hits, he was beaten to a bloody head and didn't have much time to breathe on the ground. He was also cruel, cruel to himself and even more cruel to others.

He threw the bloody ashtray on the ground, turned his head and stared at the others, and no one dared to breathe.

"Is anyone else going to leave?"

Seeing that everyone was shaking their heads in fear, Demetrius nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, gentlemen, on the same road, only those who follow the same path can survive, and those who go against the same path can only die."

"This operation, Operation Troy!"

If we win, Mexico is ours!

If we lose, we are in the air of Mexico!

…

At this time, in the office of Tijuana City Hall.

Victor held a painting in his hand.

The upper body portrait of Bush was very lifelike.

This was a gift he prepared, and it was framed.

"Very good painter." Victor was very satisfied and planned to ask him to paint his own portrait in the future.

Jason Bourne nodded beside him, "We have made a small secret compartment in it, which is just enough to put a special eavesdropping device. Do you need to install it?"

Victor, who was admiring the portrait, suddenly looked up and stared at the other party.

Good guy.

You also want to come up with a "Golden Lips" plan?

This bear has already done it, and Americans will definitely not be so easy to deceive.

But when Victor said this, it turned into, "What is the possibility of being discovered?"

"Unless they violently dismantle it, it is unlikely, but if it is subjected to external violence, the inside will automatically destroy."

Victor thought about it and still felt that this was very risky.

I am now recognizing a godfather, I can't do it this way.

But Jason Bourne's plan gave Victor a lot of ideas, "Forget about Bush, but we can get something from the DEA and the FBI."

Even if the relationship between the two sides is close now, who knows what they are hiding behind him?

"Have you found the person who seduced the wife of FBI Director Floyd I. Clark?"

Jason Bourne nodded, "Found it."

"Who?"

"Jeff Bennett."

Victor's powerful memory immediately thought of that guy, and he frowned at once, the guy nicknamed "The Joker".

"He recommended himself." Jason Bourne saw the boss's expression and said quickly, "He said he wanted to try a new mission."

Just learn to be a duck like Ethan Hunt?

So challenging!

"How is he?" Victor asked with a frown.

"Good skills in bed."

"... I asked you this?! I asked you how good is his eloquence?"

Jason Bourne smiled awkwardly and coughed twice. "In the internal test, his IQ is good, but his EQ is the last in the whole world. His personality is a bit anti-human and particularly dark, and he has a tendency to violence."

"But I think he can give it a try."

Victor looked at him and let him continue.

"Our target person is a 43-year-old woman. We found that she has a strong BDSM tendency. From our investigation, we found that she was injured when she was a child. The doctor determined that she has Stockholm syndrome!"

"Jeff Bennett fits the image of a bad guy. He looks like a bad guy."

Jeff Bennett: Thank you, your family!

Victor thought about it and agreed.

"It would be even better if we could find a way to eavesdrop on Richard James Kerr of the CIA, but it's a pity that he has no wife, ah."

Jason Bourne frowned, "Boss!"

"What's wrong?"

"Richard James Kerr has a mother, only 71 years old, an old lady who likes to dress up very much. Should we ask Jeff Bennett to go together? Anyway, one or two is not a problem."

"…………"

You...

As expected, intelligence workers have given up their moral bottom line and aesthetics!

Aren't you afraid that Jeff Bennett will fuck you?

Victor's expression is like this, embarrassing!

But it's exciting to think about being the "godfather" of the CIA boss.