Chapter 8 I Have a Way Abroad, but It’s a Bit Risky.

"Why did you beat him!"

"Don't you know that the first rule of our third prison area is that it is not allowed to abuse prisoners?"

"Are you new to prison? Idiot, they are more valuable in prison than your parents. If you want to die, why drag us with you!"

Cona Velasquez angrily slammed the table and pointed at Victor and cursed him. It was not that he really "cared" about him, but he was afraid.

That's a member of the Medellin Group!

If the Guadalajara Group uses the "Plaza" system to make all Mexicans make money, then Pablo of Medellin is simply arrogant.

He even wanted to run for president.

At that time, he had already become a congressman, but he was exposed in public by the conscientious Minister of Justice. How did Pablo, who was originally very proud, do it?

He directly asked someone to kill the Minister of Justice.

At worst, he turned the table over. Anyway, your bones are definitely not as hard as bullets.

Kidnapping the children of high-ranking officials, torturing the chief justice, attacking the president, and bombing civil airliners, how can this be easily provoked?

Of course, it doesn't mean that the Guadalajara Group is not fierce.

At least they dared to touch the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration). Even Pablo knew at his most arrogant time that it was okay to kill ordinary Americans, but if you touch the DEA, they will really fight you to death.

The arrest of Stepan Blanchard was also an accident, because Mexico and Colombia have no extradition agreement, and the two sides are arguing. The most important thing is that the United States also hopes to extradite him to stand trial in the country.

But it does not mean that you can bully people in Medellin at will.

This is really a tiger.

Cona Velasquez was afraid of being involved. In Medellin, killing people has always been to cut the roots.

Looking at the officer who wanted to shoot him to death, Victor seemed very calm, pointing at his clothes, "He started it first, I can feel the damage he did to me, I was forced to fight back."

"Go tell the drug dealers!"

Cona Velasquez was too lazy to waste his saliva on the "dead man". He was still friendly in the morning, but now he was full of disgust. He pointed outside, "Get out, you idiot. If you don't believe it, you can kneel in the cell with a dog chain and beg others to forgive you."

"Don't say I didn't remind you."

"I'm sorry, my profession doesn't allow me to do this. I'm a policeman. It's not that I'm afraid of criminals, but that the crimes should be afraid of me!" Victor refused, saluted, and walked out the door directly.

"Asshole! Bastard! Idiot!"

Cona Velasquez was stunned when he heard his words, and there was a little complicated emotion in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by fierceness. He cursed loudly, "Just wait to die."

The police passing by outside also saw this scene and heard the conversation between them.

Some people look up to him, and some people look at him like a dead dog.

There are always people who still stick to the moral bottom line in this dirty society.

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But in fact, he is just a traitor.

This sentence is completely added by Victor himself. If I don’t say it out, how can I improve my "positive image?"

The Mexican government is corrupt, but it does not mean that everyone is a running dog. There are also people trying to save the country. They hope to find this group of like-minded people and give them power.

Pablo is very wild outside, but he also knows to maintain his base. When he died, tens of thousands of people in his hometown of Medellin sent him off.

When people are alive, they have two faces, one for others to see, and the other for themselves.

I hold high the flag of patriotism in front of the light.

In private, patriotism is a business for me.

This is called building a personality. If I have money in the future, Gao is also planning to publish a book and open a TV station, which is nothing more than exaggerating his image.

Brother, it’s just a few words. No one will take it seriously, right?

Victor looked at his watch and left work early. No one said anything to him. Even the guards thought that the deputy warden would not live long. Life was about to end early, not to mention leaving get off work?

But it was obvious that what happened in the third prison area quickly swept the entire prison.

When he walked out, the familiar people were pointing and talking, and no one dared to approach and talk. When he walked to the cafeteria, he stood at the window, and no one came to serve food.

They were all afraid of being involved.

Avoiding danger is the instinct of carbon-based creatures.

Victor was not annoyed. If no one served food, he would do it himself. He also scooped a dozen chicken legs and packed them back to the dormitory. If he couldn't finish them, he could have them as a midnight snack at night.

"He's not running away? Isn't he afraid of revenge?"

"Run? Where to run? Even if you go to the government building, you may be assassinated. It's safer in the prison. If I were him, I would stay here for the rest of my life and never go anywhere."

Colleagues gathered together and pointed, but there was a pair of eyes looking at him with a very complicated look.

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Evening.

It got dark quickly.

The lights in the dormitory were a little dim. Victor was writing on his notebook, occasionally frowning and thinking.

There were a lot of things written on it.

For example: strive to be assigned as a powerful director within half a year to a year.

Try not to choose the territories of large cross-border organizations such as Sinaloa and Tijuana, but if you count the states one by one, damn, the territories controlled by drug dealers occupy the entire country.

The poorest state of Chiapas is close to Guatemala and directly into Central America. The geographical location is too good, and now drug lords are rampant.

He can only settle for the second best.

Three places were selected: Guadalupe Island in Baja California. This island is in the center of the Pacific Ocean and has a population of about 80,000. Because it is close to the United States, drug lords are rampant, but because it is surrounded by the sea, drug dealers have to work harder to launch large-scale "armed attacks" similar to those on land.

The traditional hometown of the old power Tijuana.

The second option is: Taxco in Guerrero. This city is in the deep mountains and forests. It used to be a place where Indians lived. Later, because the Indians' scalps were too itchy, they cut off their scalps and it became a gathering place for Mexicans. The population is more than 100,000. Because the transportation is inconvenient, but it is convenient to hide, this is a planting area.

The third is: Juarez City in Chihuahua, Juarez's ancestral nest, located on the south bank of the Grande River, opposite El Paso in the United States, a classic smuggling paradise, you can see small submarines transporting drugs at night.

These three places are his choices, and in the notebook, he wrote a more detailed plan. When he was sent abroad as a director, he had to develop a group of more than 30 gunmen under his command.

Some of these people can be added to the police department through connections. At that time, even if he takes his team to the stage, he can let go of a lot of hands and feet.

The rest of them will get involved in the local "black gold" market, contract an arms business, and provide themselves with intelligence and US dollars continuously.

Then use this money to invest in higher-level dignitaries.

The plan on the notebook is very detailed. When it is thrown out and picked up by someone on the roadside, some people may think that this is the fantasy of a "fool" before death, but for Victor who has life goals and pursuits, this is his starting point!

If a person has no goals, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?

"Dong Dong Dong".

Just as he was adding plans to the notebook, the door rang, and the sound was very heavy, perhaps because he didn't want others to hear it.

Victor stuffed the notebook into the table and took out a Colt M1911 from the side. The exchange value was 120 points, which was almost the same as the CZ 25 submachine gun.

Open the pistol safety and walk over carefully.

Even in prison, you have to be careful.

"Who?"

"It's me, Casare." The man at the door lowered his voice deliberately.

Victor opened the door, took a look, and after seeing who was coming clearly, he took off the chain connecting the door, dragged the fat man in, looked around, and closed the door.

"Have you figured it out? Do it with me?" Victor asked directly.

Casare was a whore and wanted to set up a memorial archway. She waved her hand and said, "I don't sell drugs. My father was killed by drugs. I swore that I would never touch drugs in my life."

"The competition is too fierce. If you get involved with your small body, I'm afraid you will die in the wilderness tomorrow."

Drug dealers certainly don't want anyone to snatch their market.

If you come alone, I will earn less.

The famous "gentleman" drug lord in Colombia, the Cali Group, wanted to do business, but it still applied to Pablo. Gilbert, one of the founders, and Ochoa, one of the leaders of the Medellin Group, were childhood friends. Only then did they get the US cocaine market sales license.

Ironic, right?

But if you don't have the power, don't get involved in this business.

Those who have the power to deal in drugs are called warlords, those who don't have the power are called gangsters, and those who have no power are called hooligans.

Victor bent down and pulled out a big red suitcase from under the bed, just like a wedding, and opened it in Casare's eyes. Inside, there was an AK47 and a CZ 25 submachine gun lying quietly.

Picked up the AK, pulled the bolt with his backhand, and patted the metal gun sound, "I'm doing this business."

"Weapons?" Casare was really surprised.

He thought a lot before coming here, wondering if Victor would steal cars, organize prostitution, or even sell blood, but he didn't expect him to play so big.

"I have a way in the Soviet Union. Although the risk is a bit high, the profit is very high. I just don't know how brave you are?"

"This AK47 is a pure Soviet product. I don't care how much you sell it for. I only want 200 US dollars. The rest will be your salary. If you are brave, even if you sell it for 1,000 US dollars, I only want 200."

"How about it? If you are good at speaking, this gun will be enough for your family to eat for a year. The most fearful thing about being out there is not making money. Now I will give you a chance to make money. My purpose in life is to eat together with brothers and make money together with brothers. I will not forget you for such a good thing."

Before Casare spoke, he saw Victor put the AK47 into his arms.

"Take it and test the water first."

"But I think you have to find an acquaintance first, otherwise if you encounter a gangster eating a gangster, I am afraid I will have to attend your memorial service."

Are you going to distribute leaflets for the arms business?

Drugs may destroy people's will, but arms can disintegrate a system. Do you think the Mexican military and police will do you?

Casare listened.

"I have a cousin who works for a gang in Mexico City as a leader. I can contact him."

Victor was not surprised at all.

In Mexico, who doesn't have a relative who is a drug lord?

Now several big drug lords are still relatives.

"Okay, let's make money together!"

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