Chapter 97 You Don’t Respect Me? You Don’t Respect Me! (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!)

Bring more people?

Victor narrowed his eyes, of course he heard Alejandro's subtext.

The person who comes is not friendly!

Uncle Victor likes to make trouble.

"Let Kennedy take EDM with me to Ensenada City. I want to see what nonsense the people in Mexico City can say."

Casare fully played the role of the dog-headed military advisor, "Boss, do you want to let the police drive the boat over? If those bastards come hard, we will just shoot him!"

"Hard? How many guns does the education department have?"

"But you are right, it is better to be careful. Just do as you say, replenish the guns and bullets, and transport two Katyushas over by passenger and vehicle ferry."

If they come hard!

Let them know what Uncle Victor's slap is.

When they arrived at the police station, the EDM had already assembled. The group boarded four helicopters. In addition to the Mi-8 and SA.321Ja helicopters, Victor also exchanged for an H-3 transport aircraft nicknamed "Happy Green Giant" by the American Sikorsky Company, which can carry 28 people.

The other model is the AH-1 "Huey Cobra"!

Vigorously develop air power to maintain smuggling activities in the waters around Guadalupe Island, and just go up and give them a shot.

However, no drug dealers should dare to take this route in the short term.

The annual loss exceeds billions of US dollars.

Three helicopters escorted Victor's plane and quickly arrived in Ensenada City, parked on the apron of the city hall, and he saw Alejandro waiting as soon as he got off from it.

The two held hands tightly.

Alejandro hooked his shoulder to show intimacy, and lowered his voice, "The man who came is Zafarulla Tejera, he is here to be a lobbyist."

"For whom? Drug dealers?"

"Who else but them?" Alejandro said helplessly, "You have killed too many recently, and the drug cartel has lost its most important channel. They can't accept such a big loss."

Victor nodded and asked the key question, "Why call someone from the education department? Does he have a deep relationship?"

"He is Suegro (father-in-law) of Lauro Salinas de Gotari."

Victor was very familiar with this last name, and suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, "The brother of the bald man?"

Alejandro nodded.

The bald man is the current boss of Mexico, Carlos Salinas!

His brother's father-in-law became the deputy of the education department, and then came to plead for the drug dealers?

Good, good!

As expected of a corrupt Mexican bureaucrat!

Victor knew that this kind of nepotism was inevitable in any country, but the people in charge of this country were involved in drug issues, which was a minority.

"Where are they?"

"In the office." Alejandro said helplessly, "He is a proud person."

Victor nodded, "I like proud people."

It's better to have a hard bone, so as not to be beaten to death directly.

The group walked towards the office. The city hall staff they met on the way greeted him respectfully. Victor did not put on airs and smiled and waved.

"You are more suitable to be a politician than me." Alejandro sighed when he saw him like this.

"Politicians are not about who is suitable or not, but whether the interests push you."

Victor pushed open the door and raised his eyebrows when he saw the scene in front of him. He saw a middle-aged man with a bald head, crossing his legs, touching his chin and looking at the busy female secretary inside with ill intentions.

There were also many people sitting next to him.

He didn't look like a good person.

However, the brothers of Bald Carlos Salinas were not good people either. When he was 12 years old, he shot and killed a 12-year-old maid. It was reported in the social newspaper at that time, but...

His father is a federal congressman and his family is very prominent.

The bald man, Deputy Minister of Education Zafarullah Teyela, heard the door open and looked over. Seeing so many people standing at the door, he raised his eyebrows and smiled happily, "Victor, come and sit."

Does he think he is the master?

Victor smiled and nodded, walked in and took a look.

There is no seat.

All the seats are full.

"You have been a little too much recently, and some people are very unhappy, but don't worry, these are minor problems. It's normal for young people. I was like this when I was like you. Just change it." Zafarullah Teyela let him stand like this.

Then he spoke as if he was teaching a younger generation.

"Do you disrespect me?" Victor suddenly spoke.

"???" Zafarullah Teyela was stunned.

Victor kneeled him in the ribs, pulled his neck and pressed him against the wall, "Damn it! Everyone came to greet me, but you didn't come? Who do you think you are? You didn't come!"

"You don't respect me!"

Victor picked up the familiar weapon "ashtray" on the table and smashed it on his head, "If I come, even Satan has to stand up, and you sit and talk to me? Didn't your mother teach you respect!"

Alejandro stroked his forehead, he knew this would happen.

He had already advised Zafarulla Teyela that Victor had a bad temper, do you know what he said?

"If you have a bad temper, you have to change it, Mexicans have to be gentlemen."

Well...

You want him to be a gentleman, and he beat you into shit.

Alejandro didn't plan to pull it, Victor, you beat him, don't beat me.

The bottom of the ashtray is about 3cm thick. This blow directly hit the other party.

He stood up panting and kicked the other party's mouth with his heel, breaking his teeth directly.

Victor turned his head and looked at the people in other positions. He pulled Zafarullah Teyela's chair and sat down. "I'll sit in this position. If I don't come, you have to stand. Why are you moving!"

He yelled at a man with glasses. The other party just adjusted his glasses.

"Take him down and beat him!"

Kennedy and two police officers dragged him to the next room. Screams were heard, but soon there was no sound. Obviously, his mouth was covered.

"I'm talking up there. It's good that I didn't ask you to kneel. You still move." Victor glanced at them and stretched out three fingers.

"I'm here to say three things."

"First, don't be a dog for drug dealers. I'll get you out sooner or later."

"Second, don't pay attention to me. I can't tolerate any sand. If you don't behave, I'll beat you to pieces!"

"Third, you be your official and I'll be my police. If you make me a policeman, I'll make you sit still!"

"Anything else? If not, get out of here."

Victor waved his hand, and several staff members who came with Zafarulla Teyela ran away. When they reached the door, "Wait!"

Several people trembled and turned around with sad faces.

"Drag him away."

They hurriedly carried the unconscious Zafarulla and left in embarrassment.

"You have offended the people above you very badly now." Alejandro sighed.

Victor's eyebrows twitched, "Yes, I offended him too much."

"Since I have offended him, let's be more ruthless. Zafarullah and his men can't leave Ensenada!"

Alejandro's heart trembled, and when he saw that Victor's expression did not seem to be joking, he swallowed his saliva.

"He doesn't respect me. I am a rebellious person."

Who said that you can't be rebellious when you are almost 30?

Puberty comes later.

"There are still people in the Tijuana drug cartel who are resisting. I think we have to be careful recently." Alejandro is also a smart man.

Can't you see it now?

Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island are going against the whole of Mexico and have offended many vested interests.

Victor and Alejandro are reformers and have no way out.

Do you think you can get away with it by bowing your head?

Bowing your head will only make you die faster.

If you are not tough, the drug dealers will climb up the ladder. At that time, they may appear in the toilet, sewer, and wilderness.

Then they will be scattered here and there.

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"Long live Mr. Victor!"

There was a crowd of people outside the city hall, holding pictures of Victor. When they heard he was coming, a group of fanatical followers were shouting.

Some even put him side by side with the picture of God.

This is the highest treatment.

"We want to work! We want to work!"

Across the street, a group of people gathered, holding signs that read: "Vamos a comer! no hay narcotraficantes, no tenemos trabajo! (We want to eat! No drug dealers, no jobs!)"

"These bastards, don't they know how disgusting drug dealers are? They are betraying the country."

"It's these fanatics again, ugh!"

The two groups didn't like each other and glared at each other.

Suddenly, I don't know whose shoes flew over, which was a fuse, and the two groups started fighting directly.

Hundreds of people fought together!

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