Chapter 29 The Real Mexican.

Isla Parolada neighborhood. A factory covering an area of ​​about 400 square meters.

There is also a decent sign hanging at the door: "Mexican New Generation Hope Technical School."

It's already autumn in October, and Ryan is still wearing short-sleeved shirts. He holds a loudspeaker and yells at the two dozen thin and half-grown men lying on the ground, "Stay up! Stand up! What are you doing? Are you fucking the ground?" "

As he spoke, he stepped on the butt of the boy next to him, who immediately fell to the ground, his arms trembling.

"If you want to make money, you have to endure hardship. To be a bitch, you have to wear out your sheets every day. You don't have this condition, so you can only endure more hardship. I tell you, if you fail the exam in three weeks, get out of here."

This technical school is a bull's-head selling dog meat. Holder and the others used loudspeakers to promote the school in the neighborhood. Food and accommodation are included. Good grades are also included in the distribution. The minimum monthly salary for the job is 600 pesos.

With this kind of treatment, even if you ask me to kill someone, I will do it!

Many parents send their children here, and when they take a look, they think, well, it seems a bit unseemly.

But as I said, there are so many poor people in Mexico, and there are so many children at home that ordinary families simply cannot afford to raise them.

There’s a place to eat for free, who cares!

On the first day, more than 100 people were sent, but Ryan selected 30 of them, including 8 girls, with an average age of 18.

Don't underestimate women...

Perhaps it is their gender shortcomings that make them "looked down" in many industries, but it is this advantage that makes it easier for them to get closer to their goals and complete tasks easier.

Moreover, when a woman is ruthless, it is really like "Jesus would even eat fast."

Not to mention the Colombian "Black Widow" Blanco. When she was making drugs, Pablo was still reselling electrical appliances. Later, when he couldn't survive, he turned to Blanco and asked the elder sister to guide him into the industry.

Unexpectedly, Blanco is the leader of Pablo. She also invented the motorcycle murder method, which is a group of two people, one person drives the car, and the other person sits behind and kills with a gun. It is common in many movies and TV series.

In addition to her, there are Sandra, the "Queen of the Pacific", Claudia Ochoa Felix, the new queen of Los Zetas... and many more.

Why are firearms called "Equality of All Beings"?

Because it transcends the gaps of gender, ability, money, and power.

Boom boom~

Sergio and Juan, the captains of the gunner team, pushed two tricycles in. The steaming aroma was coming from them. The hungry students who were lying on the ground couldn't help but raise their heads and stare.

Burritos, chicken corn red and white soup, nachos.

It costs about $30 just to eat for a day.

Yeah, 30 dollars to support 30 people...

The scalps of capitalists are numb.

Ryan looked at his watch, clasped his hands behind his back, and nodded, "Get up, everyone, go get in line."

After training for a few days, I have achieved some success. There is no fuss. I have basic discipline. What do you want to train in three weeks?

Anyway, they can fight better than the African "militia".

"Ryan!" Holder walked out of a room in the factory and hooked his hand. When the other party arrived, he asked, "Has the rent been collected? Go and buy some goods from Best."

Rent is protection money.

Of course they had to collect protection fees when the Isla Parolada neighborhood was taken down. Holder provided help to them. Isn't this the income from labor?

Fortunately this is not the United States, otherwise you would have to pay taxes if you rob a bank.

The gunmen of the "Mexican New Generation" are all under Ryan's control, 50% is retained for the organization, and the rest is used to buy weapons.

"I received it. The total is 87,475 pesos. I will buy some bullets in the afternoon." Ryan said.

The maintenance fee for this street alone is more than 40,000 US dollars, which does not include high temperature subsidies, cold winter subsidies and other miscellaneous items.

Do you think gangs do charity?

Without money, who would be so desperate?

In the Middle Ages, the Popes sold "Atonement Scrolls". What did Jesus eat when he had no money? What to drink? How do priests find little boys?

In 1989, the annual income from protection fees alone was 400,000 US dollars. No wonder some tycoons who had never studied became rich.

But it’s precisely because they haven’t read books that they don’t understand the awe. Have they read well? That’s why I remembered my duty.

Holder!

Damn, I haven’t even graduated from elementary school.

"Boss."

A man ran in at the door with a fierce look on his face and a bulging belt on his waist, "The police are coming."

police? What are you here for? Distribute flyers?

Holder's brows twitched when he saw seventeen or eight police officers walking in from the door, wearing police uniforms. The leader was a Subinspector (Deputy Superintendent).

Holder, who has been in the police force, understands the meaning of this level. He is already a senior police officer, several levels higher than Victor.

"Police inspection! The Mexican Preventive Police Force violent crime investigation Codanillo Sanborn." The leading deputy superintendent raised his work permit.

"What's the matter? Mr. Police." Holder walked up to him lamely, followed by Ryan and Ma Zi.

Sanborn looked him up and down, "I received news that you are selling arms here, and it is closely related to the shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. I need to conduct a search."

? ? ?

Holder thought he heard wrongly and said with a smile, "Officer, are you kidding me? This is a technical school. Ryan, bring me 2,000 pesos and give the officers afternoon tea."

"jump!"

Who knew that Sanborn would raise his gun and shoot at the ceiling.

The whole factory was suddenly quiet, and then the "new generation of Mexico" gunmen became manic. The police dared to be arrogant in their own territory?

If you are kicked by your peers, it means you are incompetent. If you are scared by the police, why do you still come out to mix? Go home and sell corn.

Juan and others drew their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere became tense. The police behind Sanborn also became nervous instantly, and the two sides confronted each other.

"There are guns in the technical school?" Sanborn asked with a frown.

Holder looked at him and frowned, "Sir, what should a technician learn if not how to shoot? This is Isla Palorada Street, where I am protecting you. You want to make trouble here, relying on the antique in your hand? Are you fucking high?"

"Keep your mouth clean, I have the power to question you!"

"Sorry, I won't cooperate. Show the police what firepower is." Holder said to Ryan.

The latter pulled out a box from under the table next to him, took out an AK47 from it, clicked the magazine, pulled the bolt with his backhand, and fired a burst of bullets at the sky.

"Sir, you don't have as strong firepower as me, why do you care about my work? Is your medical insurance enough to pay? It's only a few hundred dollars a month, why are you so serious?"

"I'm suing you for illegal possession of a gun now!" Sanborn's eyes lit up when he saw the AK47. This is exactly the same weapon as the one used in the Tepito Street shooting. There are not many Soviet goods in Mexico, and it is definitely related to the person in front of him.

He said to the policeman next to him, "Cuff him!"

"You want to arrest me? Where's the evidence? Tell him what this is?" Holder pointed at the policeman next to Sanborn, and Ryan's gun was immediately turned towards him.

The other party swallowed his saliva and was nervous.

They didn't really want to care about the Tepito Street shooting. The firepower of that gang was fiercer than the entire police station. What were they going to do? Are they looking for death?

But this new boss must make a name for himself. I don't know where he found an "informer" who said that someone was selling arms here, so he came here with his men.

It's so stupid and cute!

Do you think they won't resist?

"Tell me! What is this?" Ryan asked loudly, scaring the policeman to shiver. He glanced at Sanborn, who had a very ugly face next to him, "burn...burn fire sticks."

"Did you hear that, sir? This is a fire stick, not an AK47. You've found the wrong place. If you have the ability, don't bring the police next time. Bring the army and drive a tank."

Holder walked over unceremoniously and patted Sanborn's face, "Are you crazy? This is Mexico, not America, deputy superintendent? Hehe~" He spat on Sanborn's police rank.

This time he couldn't help it at all and slapped Holder directly.

Seeing this, Ryan kicked Sanborn to the ground and hit him on the head with the butt of the gun. Juan and others shot at the police. One of the unlucky guys was injured in the shoulder and howled, while the others fled in panic.

Mexican police are so cowardly.

Bigger drug lords even let them guard the gate, such as the later "King of the Sky" Armando, who let the police guard the mansion.

The combat effectiveness is very poor, very poor, very poor...

Sanborn was beaten with blood all over his face, but Ryan was still not satisfied. He raised his gun to him and was about to pull the trigger, but was held down by Holder, "Don't kill him here."

After all, he is a senior police officer.

Not a small fry.

Even if Guzman kills the police, he has to do it secretly.

"Throw him out."

Holder saw Sanborn lying on the ground mumbling, squatting down, and listening, "I will definitely catch you."

Damn, he is a lunatic!

Is it really like this...

Sanborn tilted his head and fainted.

He saw his childhood.

When he was in the fifth grade, his tutor asked him and his cousin what they wanted to be when they grew up.

His cousin said, "I want to be a gangster and make a lot of money."

Sanborn said, "I want to be a policeman. I want to be the most righteous policeman in Mexico."

At that time, the teacher gave him a candy. He still remembered that the candy was very sweet. When he grew up, he was promoted quickly because of his family background. But he was old-fashioned and outdated wherever he went. His colleagues wanted him to leave.

It's not that he didn't feel excluded, lonely, and helpless.

But he still remembered that the candy was very sweet.

He also remembered that the teacher told him that this road was dangerous and barbaric, but he ate the candy and said with a smile.

"Teacher, darkness will eventually succumb to light! Just like Miguel Hidalgo, real Mexicans can never be defeated!"

But this road is very difficult.

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