Chapter 222 How Could a Hero Shed Tears!

Mexico. Colima. Manzanillo Port.

The sky is clear, the setting sun shines on the sea level, the fishing boats roar, and there is a special sense of laziness.

Standing on the coastline, stepping on the beach, walking the dog, feeling the cool breeze from the North Pacific, it is definitely a tourist destination.

Mexico is really beautiful, with low prices and warm people. It is very suitable for backpackers to travel. There are hundreds of beaches across the country. Isn’t it more fun than Thailand and Fiji?

The main thing is that safety cannot be guaranteed.

It’s okay if you don’t mess with local drug dealers. You are just afraid of encountering gangs. They like kidnapping, extortion, and even organ trafficking.

You can find all the crimes you can think of in this land.

So you understand why Victor is great. He is re-establishing order!

Buzz~

A whistle startled the seagulls and they flew up, and then they saw a huge cargo ship entering the port of Manzanillo.

The unloading workers were about to go up when they heard the horn of a car. They turned their heads and saw more than a dozen cars swaggering into the port, as well as four or five trucks.

As soon as the car stopped, armed men in green military uniforms jumped out from it, holding weapons in their hands, but they didn't look like government men at all.

The workers saw that something was wrong, so they stopped and ran away.

To survive in Mexico, you have to rely on your sixth sense and eyesight.

The security guards guarding the port clearly saw the words written on the side of the vehicle: Sinaloa (North American Drug Association).

Damn it!

Guzman's people!

They hid in the sentry box and didn't dare to come out. Sure enough, they saw Guzman getting out of a Mercedes-Benz. He was wearing a gray suit, and Arturo, the eldest of the four brothers of the Beltran Leyva Group, followed him.

His eyes were sinister, and his face was drooping. You have to understand the feelings of the deceased's family... Hahahaha!

Unable to hold back, Victor killed both of his brothers.

He was mentally perverted.

He turned his eyes and saw a head popping out of the sentry box looking at them. Arturo took the rifle of the armed personnel next to him, walked towards the sentry box, stood a few meters away, and fired directly!

Bang, bang, bang!

The blood splashed on the glass.

The AK47 has 30 rounds of bullets, and the sentry box was directly shot into a sieve. The security guard inside didn't have time to scream before the body fell out of the sentry box.

Guzman watched this scene coldly.

He felt that Arturo was a little "uncontrollable" and had a serious mental illness. Last time, he introduced a female psychologist to him, and then he took the other person to the top floor, raped her, and then pushed her down!

Didn't you just lose two brothers?

Even if my mother in Sinaloa died, I wouldn't do this! ! !

His mental quality is too poor.

Guzman felt that he lacked reason.

But today is not the time to teach him a lesson. He came to the port for something important.

The first batch of 25 Mi-8s, 25 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles and 10 T55 tanks that Pablo promised to sponsor has arrived!

"Unload!" He said to the henchman next to him, who ran over and shouted, "The boss said unload! Hurry up!"

The cargo hold of the cargo ship was opened and the tanks were driven out.

Isn't it easy to pass customs for such things?

Colombia said it was a local specialty, who dared to check Pablo's goods? There are only two ways for customs, either passive or active, and on the Mexican side, Colima is also a traditional area of ​​Sinaloa.

Everything is arranged.

"Mr. Guzman, the first batch of goods includes 7 T55s, 7 Mi-8s, 12 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles, 3,600 AK-74u, 3 million rounds of ammunition, 200 RPGs, 2,000 rocket launcher shells, and 1,600 SSh-68 helmets. You can check it out."

The deliveryman Ochoa handed the bill to Guzman.

The dwarf stopped breathing when he heard it. Even though he had seen the world, he was shocked by this big deal.

Pablo, you are my father!

You are really too generous.

Although he was surprised, he was calm and frowned, "Where are the remaining weapons and personnel?"

"They will arrive next week at the latest. Don't worry, Mr. Guzman. Mr. Pablo is very efficient."

"Victor puts too much pressure on us. The Americans will help him. This is bad news for us. I need to counterattack Sonora before they react. As long as we take it down, he will be trapped in Lower California..." Guzman said a lot.

Ochoa raised his eyebrows, "What do you need?"

Quite direct, and said it bluntly.

All this nonsense is nothing more than asking for people and money.

"Plane! I need a plane!"

Guzman waved his hand, "Not a helicopter, but a fighter jet that can attack Victor's troops from the air."

Damn, your requirements... are really a lot.

Ochoa was also shocked by his tone.

Pablo's troops are not equipped with much...

"I will convey this to Mr. Pablo, but I personally think that you should need time. General Ubico Castañeda of Guatemala is our partner. He is seeking a coup to come to power. With our help, he will definitely succeed. Perhaps it won't be long before we can establish a real hub in Guatemala, relying on it to transport weapons and ammunition from South America and North America, and planes can also take off from him to directly provide you with air support."

Ochoa said it as a matter of course, and he didn't take the Mexican government seriously at all.

Nonsense...

You don't have any planes in the air, and you don't have any protection system. People come and go as they please. Can you still stop them?

Do you know how much the 17 halls of the North American Drug Association are worth in total?

More than 300 billion US dollars!

The Medellin Group alone can make more than 10 billion US dollars in profits a year, and this is still an understatement.

Victor's intelligence agency even said that their worth is more than 600 billion US dollars!

Those who do this kind of gray business have cash flow. They are the cash kings in Latin America. The United States may check the legal source, but the Russian bear is not sure now.

You can buy anything with money!

Ochoa didn't say one thing. The boss Pablo was talking about a big business with his friends there.

"Buy NBC!"

Don't think this is an exaggeration. When the Russian bear died, did you know how many missiles were lost?

About 250!

After the millennium, when the Russians checked it themselves, they said that 10 missiles were lost. Where are the things? Where are the goods? Who is the buyer?

No one knows, but it is obvious that the world situation has become more "civilized" and everyone speaks more politely.

As Pablo's confidant, Ochoa knew about this plan, but he couldn't tell anyone and was still negotiating.

The other party asked for "300 million US dollars" for a warhead.

Pablo agreed without thinking. Now the main thing is how to transport it out.

And how to keep it from the Americans.

If they knew, really, the aircraft carriers in the Persian Gulf would turn around immediately. Even if the world is full of rumors, they must kill Colombia.

At worst, I'll wipe it out for you!

They will never allow another "knife-wielding" big guy to appear next to them.

Ochoa looked at Guzman's frown and knew that he was very anxious. He thought of a way for him, "Mr. Pablo will do everything he can to help the members of the association, you can rest assured, but if you think the weapons and equipment are not enough, I can actually recommend you an arms dealer, a Soviet man, who has a very good reputation."

"As long as you pay, he can deliver it to various places in the world."

Guzman looked at him, "Do you have a phone number?"

"Of course, I think I have his business card." Ochoa took out a business card from his wallet and handed it over. The dwarf took it and looked at it. There was a name written on it.

"Victor Bout!"

"As long as you have money, he can get anything. He has connections with the other side, but Mr. Pablo hates him. His prices are higher, but the goods are fine, absolutely genuine, and you can smell the smell of Siberian potatoes on the barrel."

"Thank you!" Guzman thanked him.

Ochoa shrugged, "Our interests are common. Kill Victor and open the door to the United States!"

"I will!"

"Guzman, the goods are unloaded!" Arturo came over and glanced at Ochoa, saying in a muffled voice.

"Then I should go too. I'll leave when the gas is full."

"Don't you want to take a break? Let me entertain you." Guzman said.

Ochoa shook his hand, "Next time, there will be a chance."

He is very busy now. As the Secretary-General of the North American Drug Association, he is very important and is responsible for coordination everywhere.

"Then have a safe journey." Guzman shook his hand and got in the car.

Arturo was about to sit in the front when he was stopped by him, "Come in, sit with me, I have something to tell you."

He hesitated, nodded, and sat aside.

"Guzman..."

"Why don't you even want to call me cousin now?"

"Are you blaming me for killing Alfredo?"

Arturo was silent. He used to call him cousin or boss. He was really a little upset about the death of his brother.

Guzman looked at him and sighed, "My heart aches too. Do you think I feel good about the death of my cousins? My son, Arturo, died too. He was cut into many pieces by Victor and stuffed into the refrigerator. But you can have many sons, but only a few brothers. We grew up together and have a deep relationship, but I can't stop."

"My brothers are looking at me, and our enemies are laughing at us. All I can do is hold the wounds silently, and then kill Victor one day to comfort their souls."

"What we have to do now is to work together. You don't want the foundation we brothers created together to be destroyed by that country policeman!"

Guzman held Arturo's shoulders, tears in his eyes, "Believe me, I will chop off Victor's dog head and kick him like a ball in front of the whole world."

"Can you believe my cousin?"

Arturo looked at the other's eyes, pleading and pitiful, his heart sank, and he nodded, "Cousin."

Guzman hugged him, patted his back, and howled twice, "Cousin!"

The confidant who was driving saw a scene in the rearview mirror.

The boss narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were very cold, like... a venomous snake, and there was no discomfort at all.

Suddenly, Guzman turned his head sharply.

He looked at the driver through the rearview mirror, and the latter felt cold all over, and hurriedly and panickedly moved his eyes away. It was not right to hold the steering wheel with both hands, and it was not right to put them down, and he felt sweat on his back.

Tyrant!

How could he cry?

Cousin?

Son?

Hehe…

Is it important to have your own drug empire? !

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