Chapter 25 If You Do Something Wrong, You Will Be Beaten! !

"Bang!"

Guzman slammed the car door shut, his face was very ugly.

"Check the information of this bastard for me, even if his mother has several mistresses, I want to know!"

He opened the window and said to his trusted younger brother.

"Boss, do you want to find someone to kill him directly?" asked the trusted henchman.

"Don't worry, find out the way first."

Guzman is a narrow-minded person, and there will be no good consequences if you offend him. When he was 12 years old, he contracted a plantation, but at that time there was a gangster who liked to bully them and always wanted to get something from him.

So, he and his cousins ​​broke into the other party's house one night, killed the guy with their own hands, and killed his mother and children.

This incident was written in the joint memoirs of the four brothers of Beltran Leyva. In the book, they called this cousin: Bastard!

He showed extraordinary toughness, ferocity, and viciousness since he was a child.

As he got older, his personality became more restrained. He knew that he should check the other party's background first, not because he couldn't afford to offend, but because he had enough time to prepare for retaliation.

Victor didn't feel uneasy at all about offending a "big drug lord".

The Pope had to pay for buying arms, otherwise he would shave his head and send him to India to become a monk.

He didn't dislike the stink on the US dollar at all, and counted them one by one. You know what, although he didn't love Americans, Franklin's face was "pretty".

A total of 67,000 US dollars.

Money is a thing. If you print a pile of shit on it, you think it's "art". If you have a third eye tattooed on your head, you say it's a joke.

Victor counted out 10 of them and handed them to Best, "Thank goodness for the two of you. Have fun. I'll pay for it tonight."

1,000 US dollars!

Really generous.

All the chicken coops in this block can be bought.

Victor is a generous person. People should learn to share. In the future, he will have to rely on them to work hard, so he should give them some sweet things.

"By the way, it's the end of the month the day after tomorrow. I'll let Casare settle the accounts and give you your dividend on the 1st." Victor stopped Best and said to him.

When he heard that there was money to be paid, Best also showed a little smile on his face.

"No need for any bills, it's the same whether you look at it or not."

Victor waved his hand, the cigarette in his mouth was a little strong, his eyes were a little blurry, and waved his hand, "We are out to do business, one thing is one thing, and we must do what we promised you."

It's okay to open fewer orders a month now, try to make millions or even tens of millions a month, and then see if they will murmur in their hearts?

Never use money to test human nature, you will find that human nature is "worthless".

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"Victor, I think you should find some bodyguards."

Casare looked at the boss through the rearview mirror and suggested, "When our business develops better and better, we will have more and more enemies."

His meaning is very clear.

Boss, be careful not to be killed by others. We are all relying on you to make a fortune now.

Victor felt that what he said was right. There are killers everywhere in Mexico. With his temper, he can't stand the slightest grievance. Today he can carry RPG to bombard others, and tomorrow others can use the same method to deal with him.

Victor nodded when he heard it.

Many people with status have bodyguards. Even a captain of a police station will find someone to be a bodyguard as long as he has money, because Mexico is really dangerous.

"Let Best take charge of this matter. His middleman must have someone familiar."

For example, the reason why Los Zetas was able to run rampant later was that most of them were from the special forces. The leader Lazcano even went to the Guatemalan special forces to recruit people.

It became a strange paramilitary organization in an instant.

Although many military fans do not agree with Guatemala's special forces, compared with the gunmen of ordinary drug cartels, they are simply a king bomb hitting a bunch of three bombs, with extremely strong combat effectiveness, and other drug cartels have begun to recruit professional mercenaries.

It can also be said that Los Zetas has made the cruelty of the Mexican drug war rise to an unprecedented level.

However, at that time, Cardenas, the leader of the Gulf Group, was also stupid. You just give them the right to kidnap and kill, and give them the opportunity to smuggle. Oh, they figured it out and went it alone.

"Any other good ideas? You can say it."

"I need to apply for a sum of money. I want to treat the people in the second prison area to a meal."

Is this to build a good relationship with colleagues and facilitate operations?

Victor has no reason to refuse, but his idea is bigger, "I think we should expand the scope and invite all the prison guards in the prison area to have a carnival together."

"This requires a lot of money." Casare said in surprise.

There are about more than 700 prison guards in the plateau prison. Even if there is no sea cucumber and shark fin, it will cost a lot of money.

"We should let our colleagues see that we are rich, man. No one wants to deal with poor people. If you are rich enough, the President of the United States can be your friend."

He is in urgent need of points. Many old guys in the third prison area have been locked up for too long. Many news media outside are too lazy to report on them. Such people should be pulled out and humanely destroyed!

I have no mortal enemies.

This is how society is. People without money have no friends, and people with a lot of money will be attentive to you. So, if you have money, don't hide it.

Money is not stinky.

There will be people who want stinky money.

"What's the reason? The warden may not approve it."

"If they don't approve it, then don't do it? Just find a reason, say your grandmother is celebrating her 100th birthday."

Casare said in embarrassment, "But my grandmother has passed away."

"She can still be alive."

Casare's face was stunned, but since the boss said so, he could only accept it. Although this reason was a bit fucked up, it would be better to say that his grandfather remarried.

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The night is what Mexicans like and fear the most.

After a hard day, you can finally go for a drink at night, or even find a woman to talk to, but you are afraid that there will be gang conflicts and unnecessary casualties.

But men, unless they die, are lustful.

You can see old men on the roadside asking prostitutes for prices, and once the two sides agree, they walk into the alley.

Madero Pedestrian Street.

The bustling commercial district of Mexico City, only seven kilometers away, is home to more than 20 KTVs and 30 bars. It is simply a paradise on earth.

Song Wu was drunk, and staggered out with a few of his brothers and a dozen girls, his hands were not honest and he was touching everywhere.

He had a mixed-race face, dark skin, short height, but looked sturdy. A younger brother drove the car to the door of the KTV. Song Wu was holding a woman and just wanted to get into the car, but he felt a beam of high beam, which made his eyes go straight.

"Fuck..."

Song Wu just cursed a few words, and heard screams from the side, and then felt a violent collision. Although there was a car blocking him, he still flew out a few meters.

He felt pain all over his body, but his first thought was to kill the bastard who drove the car!

It was a white van, the door opened, and four men with submachine guns and masks jumped out from it. They shot into the car amid the screams of others.

The younger brother who drove the car went straight to the sky.

Song Wu sobered up immediately. Someone wanted to kill him, so he got up and ran. One of the four gunmen saw his figure and fired a volley at Song Wu's feet, and he fell to the ground.

These people cooperated very well. When they saw him fall to the ground, two of them went up and put a hood on Song Wu, and the other two stood on the roof of the abandoned car and fired at the younger brother hiding nearby.

"Retreat!"

The two dragged Song Wu into the car, and one of them sat in the co-pilot and shouted.

Before the robber on the roof left, he took out a grenade from his pocket and threw it directly into the car. With a "boom", the van drove away.

The flames caused by the violent explosion burned the car body. The people around who didn't have time to run got up from the ground, looking around in confusion and horror. Some people cried and shouted for friends.

The rules of the Mexican game: If you kill the target, you can't kill me.

So, if you can run when you encounter a gunfight, run, and if you can't run, lie on the ground. Generally, you won't deliberately kill passers-by on the ground, which is simply a waste of bullets.

They are criminals, not antisocial psychopaths.

By the time the gang watching the scene put out the fire, the car body was already bare and burned to ashes. Song Wu's gang of brothers finally ran out and called out "boss" a few times, but no one responded and they panicked.

The local gang leader couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the news.

Song Wu, the little leader of Juarez nicknamed "Vietnamese Tiger", was kidnapped on the street?

There's something interesting to watch.

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