Chapter 223: First Time in the United States, Standing Like a Minion!

As a drug lord, Guzman doesn't know how many houses he has in Mexico, just like Pablo, some people think he is worth only 3 billion US dollars.

How is it possible!

The main reason is that no one knows how much money he has when his house is confiscated.

Anyway, you can buy whatever you want all over the world.

Money can solve 99% of the problems.

In a sea view house in Manzanillo.

Guzman called his confidant in as soon as he came back.

Click!

He lit a cigarette for himself, exhaled a puff of smoke very casually, and looked at the beach in the distance. There were many bikini beauties there. Guzman is lustful, and he set his eyes on a woman at first sight.

The skin is wheat-colored, with a protruding front and a curved back. She is playing volleyball with sunglasses. When she jumps up... Tsk tsk tsk tsk, NMD, it is definitely not silicone.

All of a sudden, Guzman reacted, with a possessive look in his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and stared at it intently.

At this time, his confidant came in.

They are all well-known people in the underworld!

"Boss!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Guzman looked back with a reluctant look in his eyes, and turned his head to look at them, "You have also seen Pablo's weapons and ammunition. Distribute them according to the plan, and give priority to Los Zetas."

In the battle of "Hermosillo Steel Plant", Guzman's gunners, who spent a lot of money to build "Los Zetas", lost more than 600 people, and were directly destroyed. Under the thermobaric bomb, there were no bones left.

Just be careful in the next life.

But if you have money, some people will work for you. Guzman also contacted many veterans in Southeast Asia through an Asian "broker".

There is a group of people transporting "manpower" to Africa, Europe and Latin America, just like transporting "piglets" more than a hundred years ago, but before they sold labor, now they sell combat power.

Good reputation.

That gang was also quite ruthless, and they only cared about money, not people. The price was also very cheap. The Vietnamese asked for 300 US dollars a month. It was indeed that they had never seen the world and directly killed the Mexican drug dealers.

Guzman first asked for 600 people to try and see how it worked.

"What was the response from Elmen Bridge?"

"He rejected our recruitment, and... cut off the ears of the people we sent, and warned us that Jalisco was their territory. If we wanted to enter, we had to pay them a toll first!" The confidant said with an ugly face.

Elmen Bridge?

Where did that little trash come from!

CNMD!

Didn't he listen to Sinaloa's orders?

But the other side was really awesome. While Guzman and Victor were fighting, Elmen Bridge marched from the east and had already occupied half of the land in the neighboring Guerrero State, and half of the Zacatecas State in the central and northern part of the country was also swallowed by him.

It was almost bordering Guzman's base camp!

This was certainly not allowed.

"Since he doesn't agree? Then kill him! Check the Vietnamese." Guzman said directly.

He narrowed his eyes, "Send his news to Victor's anti-drug forces, they will definitely find a way to kill him, I don't want to see another big drug dealer in Mexico."

Mexico is now...what to say.

The heroes are vying for supremacy, and the situation is changing!

The strong ones have joined the North American Drug Association, and the slightly weaker ones like Elmen Bridge and Michoacan Family also occupy a state. There are hundreds of other small drug dealers.

In addition to Victor's territory, homicides in other places have directly increased by several points. In the past 7 months alone, there have been 27,891 homicides in the country, including 1,212 missing people, and 1,800 large-scale gun battles (10 people) or more!

Crazy!

Mexico is really going to enter a state of disorder.

The military and police can't control it.

Victor was actually intentionally making the situation more chaotic. If you are not chaotic, how can you show that he is awesome?

When you are depressed to the point of despair, people will cherish the peace you have obtained.

Victor is also very careful.

When Mexico calls my name.

Guzman put one hand in his pocket, looked at the woman who was tired of playing volleyball below, and said to his confidant, "Help me make an appointment with that lady. I want to watch the sunrise with her tomorrow."

The younger brother looked at it and nodded.

No one in Mexico can refuse Sinaloa!

Even if you are the wife of an official, Guzman can see you if he wants. Later, when the American TV series "Narcos" was filmed, the producer Portal was killed and there were bullet holes on his car.

According to people familiar with the matter.

Portal wanted to film Guzman's party, and the victim was the wife of a congressman, which caused dissatisfaction among the Sinaloa group and killed him.

Guzman's eyes were gloomy, and he took out the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Victor Carlos Vieri!"

...

Tijuana International Airport.

Victor will arrive in New York on a private jet.

This is a Boeing 767-33A (ER), the same one that Chelsea owner Abramovich later used.

It could originally seat 350 people, but after being modified, it can carry 35 passengers. It is decorated very luxuriously. The aircraft is worth 90 million pounds, and the decoration is said to be more than 10 million US dollars.

The "legacy" of the Benjamin brothers of the Tijuana drug cartel.

Really, their brothers died and Victor was full.

He brought Casare, Damon Hessf Zola, deputy commander of the Air Force Police Force, and some entourage and bodyguards. When, if someone can carry a black suitcase next to him, the style will rise.

Victor was drinking coffee and reading a newspaper, which said that the disgust for drugs in the United States is increasing day by day.

And there is a small episode.

Five American white youths and three Asians ran to the door of the CIA at night and set fire to protest their secret support for drug trafficking.

As a result, before the fire was lit, they were pinned to the ground, and eight people faced charges.

Victor liked this kind of news. The more the American people dislike drugs, the more weapons and other sponsorships I can get from those politicians.

Ding ding~

Just then, Jason Bourne ran over and bent down beside him, "Director, Guzman has returned to his country. Our informant saw him at the port of Manzanillo. A lot of weapons were shipped off a cargo ship. It should be Colombians who sponsored him."

"What?"

"The informant said there were tanks and armed helicopters, but he was not sure about the others because they were far away."

"Pablo is generous!" Victor smiled, "It seems that they are going to have a tough fight with me!"

"Show him some color. His mother is still in the countryside?"

Jason Bourne nodded.

Victor narrowed his eyes, "Massacre the village, tie up his mother and bring her to our territory, and let her persuade him to surrender in front of the people of the whole country. Isn't Guzman a filial son? I want to see if he listens!"

Massacre the village!

The intelligence chief also trembled when he heard it.

But in fact, he agreed in his heart.

Guzman is a "nostalgic" person. After he got rich, he brought his fellow villagers to get rich together. Who in the village didn't follow him?

There are also many people's children who help him sell drugs and serve as senior executives in the Sinaloa Group, such as the four brothers of Beltran Leyva, who are from the same village.

To put it bluntly, their village should be the most prosperous village in Mexico. They have specially built roads and every household has a small Western-style building.

There will be no mistake if they kill them all!

And...

This village is not far from Solano State...

I can't kill you, so I'll kill your mother first!

"Boss, this incident may have a great impact on your reputation in public opinion." Casare, who was sitting in the back, also heard it and interrupted.

In the anti-drug force, Casare is the only one who can call him boss now.

In many things, other people's words don't count, but if he conveys it to Victor, it may still succeed.

Hearing his words, Victor smiled, "Do you think I need any reputation? Record the scene of the massacre and put it in the documentary. I will not only make them uncomfortable this year, but broadcast it every month in the future, and make them uncomfortable to death!"

What he is least afraid of is reputation.

When I come back from my American godfather and deepen our relationship, I will be Mexico and Mexico will be me!

If anyone wants to mess with me, you have to ask my godfather.

"Let the Joint Operations Command make a plan. When I come back, I want to see Guzman's mother!"

"Understood!"

"Ding Dong~"

A voice sounded in the plane, "This is the US Air Force 107, please report your origins."

"This is the Duke Victor of Mexico, invited to New York."

"Welcome to you. Two F-15E aircraft of our unit will escort you. I wish you a pleasant journey."

Victor looked out the window and saw an F-15E spraying white lines in a chic manner. The overall streamline made him feel a little relaxed and happy!

No man can refuse to be a pilot, right?

It's eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, and you still have to hold the "stick" back and forth, but it usually crashes after three or four minutes.

It would be great if I could fly a plane myself!

It seems... there are indeed skills that can be bought in the gold finger!

He didn't look carefully at that time, just glanced at it, there are many combat skills, including special individual rappelling, armed swimming, wilderness survival, and flight driving, etc.

But I didn't look carefully at that time.

There will be planes in a while, should I try it myself?

"Eh? Boss, look!" Just when Victor was about to check how many points were needed for flight driving, Casare behind him screamed and pointed outside.

He looked outside.

He saw an F-15E rushing towards his plane.

The speed did not decrease? !

Damn!

What do you mean? Are you going to take me down?

No way...

You're not that bold, are you?

However, on second thought, in 1988, Botswana President Masire was almost shot down by an Angolan Air Force MiG-21 fighter jet launching an R-73 air-to-air missile.

At that time, one of the engines was scrapped, but he managed to land hard with his skills, just a little frightened.

When the F-15E was about to hit, it raised its head and flew towards the plane.

Victor seemed to hear his laughter and cheers, and his face was very ugly.

Casare also cursed, "Impolite! Where is the etiquette? Fuck! Protest, you must protest!"

"Americans never pay attention to etiquette!" Jason Bourne's tone was not very good next to him. This provocative behavior was simply outrageous.

Victor's eyes twitched.

About an hour later, the plane landed at Newberg Air Force Base.

When we got off the plane, we didn't see any red carpet or welcoming staff, not even the most basic ceremony.

Only the mayor of New York City and a lieutenant general from the Newberg Air Force Base welcomed them.

After all, he was just an ordinary "policeman" and didn't even have a particularly prominent position in the Mexican government.

Minister of Security of Lower California?

Don't be ridiculous, how much money can the Mexican Minister of Security have?

If Victor hadn't been useful, even the mayor of New York might not have come to welcome him.

For Americans, etiquette is for the strong, and the weak only need to be fed a bite of food.

First time in the United States, standing like a minion!

The first sentence Victor said when he saw them startled the two big men, "Sir, your fighter pilot has poor flying skills! I thought my grandma was driving a rocking car. Did he drink? Or is the US Air Force's technology not up to standard?"

The lieutenant general's face suddenly became ugly.

Who wants their soldiers to be said to have poor skills?

"Our pilots are the best!"

"Really?" Victor looked at him suspiciously.

"If you don't believe me, maybe we can have a competition. Oh, sorry, I don't know Mr. Victor. I can't fly a fighter." The lieutenant general sneered, "Does Mexico have fighters?"

"You need to open your eyes. It's not good to be too proud. I am willing to be your teacher."

The mayor of New York watched this scene like a spectator and found it very funny, because the diplomatic etiquette in the past was hello, ... "Can we let the pilot just now have an air confrontation with me? How about setting the time on August 10th? I will stay in the United States for four days. I will allow you to escape, coward."

The lieutenant general was so angry at this that his mouth was crooked.

When have I seen such a "bold" person, "We accept your challenge, but I hope you don't back down, Mr. Victor, your skills are as satisfying as your mouth."

"I have to apply to Mr. Bush for a report on this matter. General Chapman, Mr. Victor is our guest, please give the necessary respect." The mayor of New York next to him spoke.

Then he smiled at Victor, "Please get in the car, we have arranged a place for you to stay. There will be a welcome meeting in the evening. According to your arrangement, tomorrow's schedule is to go to Liberty Island in the morning to mourn the victims, and visit Cornell University in the afternoon."

"Your safety will be in the hands of George Foreman, he is a Secret Service bodyguard." The mayor of New York pointed to a big guy next to him and said.

The other man had well-developed muscles, and the name… also made Victor fascinated, and he stretched out his hand, “Thank you, your name made me think I met the world heavyweight boxing champion.”

This George Foreman had a serious face, “If he follows the rules on the stage, he can punch the shit out of me, but if he is off the stage, I can make him understand that his mother should prepare for pregnancy earlier.”

Victor laughed comfortably when he heard this.

Who said that Americans don’t understand humor.

“You are more interesting than some lieutenant generals.”

What he said…

George Foreman glanced at the general next to him whose face was green, well… he should not be as handsome as himself.

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