Chapter 69 Negotiation? Who the Hell Are You?

Mexicali!

In the governor's office.

After Rafael Marquez sent away Tijuana spokesman Ramon Aliano, he got so angry when he returned to the office that he threw everything off the table except money.

"What is Victor going to do!"

Recruit him to Mexicali, is this what Casare Gonzalez, senior assistant of the Guadalupe Island Police Department, said?

"The hemorrhoids ruptured and I couldn't get out."

When the secretary conveyed it to Rafael Marquez, the 57-year-old governor almost retired early.

He is still very moral, and after receiving money from Tijuana, he has to do things for them.

The most important thing is...fear of death!

Ramon Aliano had just warned him that if Victor was not dealt with, the Tijuana Group would not be able to guarantee Rafael Marquez's daughter in the United States.

This is a threat!

It is really rare in the world for a governor to be so threatened by a drug cartel, but when he opened it and saw that it was Mexico, he felt it was natural.

In 2019, within ten months, drug traffickers shot and killed 48 presidential candidates, most of whom were in high positions themselves.

Governor?

What kind of?

If I say I'll kill you, I'll kill you.

The exhausted governor sat on his chair and began to think of methods in his mind. Politicians are not good at using force, but they have many small ideas.

He quickly thought of a way.

Assign a mayor to Guadalupe Island. In terms of position and rank, he will naturally be in charge of Victor. When the time comes, he will find an excuse to remove him from his post.

This is a good idea!

But who to send?

Rafael Marquez tapped his fingers on the table, mentally calculating the candidates.

the next day.

Victor had just sat down in the office and was getting ready to work when he saw Casare knocking on the door and coming in with a strange expression.

"Boss, the drug lords sent representatives here and want to talk to you."

Victor wiped the table with a napkin and threw it into the trash can, "Did you say anything?"

Casare shook his head, "But it should be surrender. It seemed to scare them yesterday."

In order to publicize his achievements, Victor asked the police to drag the corpses of key members of the Portillo family (which could be put together) to several high-traffic communities for display.

They piled up like dead dogs.

It brought a lot of shock to the people.

The brave ones even went to the Portillo family's "ruin site," as it should be called now. There wasn't a single good brick in sight, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and there were human heads hanging on the walls.

Even the beehive next to the eaves was blown to pieces!

Two of his dogs also died.

It was simply cruel to the extreme.

Privately, some people and drug dealers have called him: "Tirano (tyrant!)"

"Call them in."

Casare nodded and walked out of the office. After a while, he came in with two strong men. The leader was Guerrero Francisco.

His figure is quite stressful.

Victor glanced at him. No matter how big he was, he could be shot down.

Brother, times have changed!

He sat in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared.

This look made both of Francesco's expressions stiffen. He, who looked tall and thick, actually endured this breath and held down his companion who looked a little unhappy. "Officer Victor, won't you ask us to sit down?"

Victor laughed when he heard this, "What is your identity? What is my identity? Do you think you are still the boss in Guadalupe Island now? Come to me, stand and report to me."

"What the hell do you mean! Stinky police!"

Francis couldn't hold his companion, and the other party was so angry that he wanted to come up to fuck Victor. The police at the door rushed in immediately.

Victor stretched out his hand and waved to signal Kennedy and the others to calm down. He walked over, straightened his clothes, and said with a smile, "Young people are impulsive and very angry."

"Fuck NMD!"

He grabbed the other person's hair and pulled it hard. He took out a folding knife from his pocket with his right hand and stabbed him hard in the neck!

When Francisco saw this, he was about to rush forward.

"I'm warning you, don't move." Casare pulled out a gun and pointed it at him, and Francesco stopped immediately.

Victor stabbed him more than a dozen times with the butterfly knife, and blood spurted out from the blood vessels in his throat, splattering all over him.

The drug dealer stared and struggled hard, still holding onto Victor's clothes. The latter raised the knife and thrust it into the opponent's eye. This place should be the softest, but it got stuck on the bone.

After smoking for a long time, I took out the butterfly knife.

Victor stood up and looked back at Francesco, who couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the look in his eyes.

Victor forced a smile and used a butterfly knife to scrape off the blood stains on Francis' clothes. "If the anger is too great, it must be treated."

Francisco glanced at the body of his companion on the ground, and the holes in his eyes made people panic.

"We are here to negotiate." He braced himself.

"Negotiation? What qualifications do you have? I won, why should I negotiate? Are you not convinced? Let's each ask someone to do it again and see if Jesus will be on your side. Let me tell you, I am the boss of Guadalupe Island. ,Jesus dick!" Victor slapped the table, pointing his thumb towards himself.

"Either die on the island, or get out. No weapons are allowed to be taken away. You can take the rest with you. If you agree, I will find a boat for you tomorrow. I'm done."

Victor's arrogance and rampantness gave Francisco a headache. He had never seen such a person.

Mexican politicians, no, the police chief should not be considered as politicians. They all take bribes. It's okay if you are good to me and everyone is good. There is no one like Victor who is so active in drug eradication.

Some people proposed to ban drugs, but who will come up to criticize?

Francisco: "I'm going to discuss it with them."

Victor waved his hand, "I can't decide what you are here for. Go and discuss it. It's just 24 hours. If you don't give me an answer tomorrow, then we will start a war. I don't have much time to accompany you here to complain."

Francisco nodded and glanced at the body of his companion on the ground. This person is dead, and it's useless to take him back.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, "Chief Victor, can I ask, why do you hate drug dealers so much? Don't you give us any way to survive?"

"We can give you half of the profit!"

"I'm a policeman, not Jesus! You have to make a wish to find a priest."

Which drug dealer should not be killed?

They should all be shot!

"It's not enough to scare them. Drug dealers are like lions. They like to rush over and bite you to death when they see you slack off. But I'm sorry, I'm a hunter. I like to shoot him when I see him!" Victor watched him leave and squinted at Casare.

"Will they surrender?" Casare asked.

"When you lose the courage to resist, it will be difficult for you to raise it again. If he surrenders, arrange them to the dock."

Victor paused, "It will be convenient to feed the fish when the time comes!"

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