Chapter 98 Even if You Cheer, You Have to Get My Consent!

The fight between hundreds of people was fierce, and the fight was brutal!

The police below kept blowing their whistles and hitting the fighting crowd with their batons.

Victor's portrait was trampled on the ground.

The whole scene was in chaos.

Screams, howls, and cries were endless.

Upstairs in the city hall, Victor and Alejandro watched quietly.

"Aren't you going to stop it? Boss." Casare asked softly from the side.

"The police are maintaining order, why should they stop it?"

Victor held a cigarette in his mouth and pointed at the people below who were holding up signs of support, "They can support you like this today. If one day you don't achieve what they want, they can also oppose you. You have to let them understand that even if Cheering also requires my consent!”

"Call them an ambulance."

Casare nodded hastily and trotted away.

"The Deputy Minister of Security of Baja California left one for me." Victor said, looking into the distance.

Alejandro was confused, "The security department has arranged this number."

"Then shoot one!"

Victor looked at him, "What are you keeping the waste for? It's up to you to tell me here in Baja California. Others? Let them move to another place."

Now he is not satisfied with the fact that EDM only has 80 people. He has to climb up the ranks. Only when his position rises can he recruit more people.

There are only about 300 people on the island now. Although there are thousands of people in the training camp, Victor feels very insecure.

Mexican drug traffickers are so dangerous!

Benjamin:? ? ? ?

Sometimes Victor's toughness makes Alejandro a little bit too much, but he has a softer personality. Most importantly, he is afraid that the other party will beat him later.

I can only nod with a grimace, "I'll try my best to find a way."

"Don't be so depressed. We eliminated the Tijuana drug cartel. You have to ask the boss in Mexico City for some benefits. If he doesn't want to do it, you go on TV to attack their ideas and make people doubt their anti-drug enthusiasm. You Learn to use the media boldly.”

"Is it okay to curse?"

"Would you like me to teach you a few words?"

Victor patted him on the shoulder, "Only people with personality can make people remember him, Alejandro."

You see, weird things have appeared in many countries after the millennium.

He can make a big deal out of his pants. If it weren't for his family's reputation, people would have laughed to death.

"Smile, don't grimace."

Alejandro forced a smile.

"The murderer at Mexico's National Palace can sit on it, why can't you? Man, listen to me. Before long, all you have to think about is how you should sit in that position."

Victor helped him adjust his suit and patted his shoulder, "We can't be satisfied now. We will build the city of Ensenada. We will be invincible. I plan to invest in several factories here. Do you want to take a share? ? Bring in Mr. Mayor and anyone you think is valuable."

You can't just rely on words to threaten others.

Interest is the best bond.

The caliber is just for these greedy people to sit down and talk.

"You run a factory??" Alejandro's eyes were a little confused and he hesitated, "Victor, drug dealers can't make soap."

"???"

Victor was laughed at this, "Man, are you kidding? Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island are both natural ports. We can export fish, handicrafts, and even industrial industries. What we just did The protesters are right, we have to provide them with jobs. You don’t want the whole city to be filled with prostitutes, homeless people and thieves, right?”

"In a political system, if you're not at the table, you're on the menu."

"We need development!"

Mexico is actually not poor.

They have many things besides avocados. They have been a major exporter of vegetables for ten consecutive years. Auto parts are even exported to Southeast Asia. In 1989, the domestic output value was US$221.403 billion.

But the most important thing is the money?

He clapped his hands and disappeared.

If you put a dog at the National Treasury, it will bark a little when someone goes to get it, but if you put a Mexican bureaucrat, he will stuff more money in his pants.

At the longest time, civil servants can be owed wages for more than three months.

If it weren't for the "pocket money" given by local drug dealers, he might have been completely paralyzed.

Countries in Latin America are always full of magical realities.

Alejandro suddenly felt that Victor was an "ideal and ambitious" leader, and at least he was mentally normal.

"Leave this matter to me, and I will let the city hall provide the best benefits." He agreed.

He also wanted to develop Ensenada into a major seaport city in Mexico.

You can collect a lot of taxes...

No, that's called maintaining stability and eliminating drug dealers.

"Dong dong dong~"

After knocking on the door, a female secretary walked in wearing high heels. The quality was much higher than the ones on Viguadalupe Island. Victor liked this kind, with a large amount of milk.

"Boss!"

Casare suddenly rushed in from outside with a solemn expression. He glanced at the woman, frowned, and said in Victor's ear, "The Gulf Cartel announced that it has taken over the territory of the Tijuana drug cartel."

"oh?"

Victor twitched his brows, held the cigarette, and blew out the breath, "Abrego, this dog, has a very sensitive sense of smell."

"Other organizations agreed?"

Casare shook his head, "Sinaloa and Juarez disagreed, and the three parties had a large-scale conflict in Mexicali, and the local military and police are suppressing it."

"Governor Rafael Marquez is having a headache now." Victor is causing trouble.

"Should we send people over?"

"Whoever goes into this quagmire will die. This is not an island. Our small number of people is not enough to fill their teeth."

Offensive warfare is completely different from defensive warfare.

Wait until they have fought their brains out, and then promote the scene under the rule of "Uncle Victor". "

By then, there will surely be many people who hope to "liberate" the entire Lower California.

That is what people want, what everyone expects!

The main thing is that we don't have enough manpower, funds, or firepower.

He glanced at the points.

29,800,000!

No, it's still too little. How about letting Harris blow up the third prison area of ​​the Plateau Prison?

Anyway...

It's useless to keep those old drug dealers!

The first and second prison areas are useful, they operate sewing machines.

Casare stood by, and for some reason he always felt a chill.

"But let's issue a statement to warn the three parties not to harm innocent residents, otherwise we will retaliate against this behavior! "

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Mexicali, the capital of Lower California.

This relatively wealthy city in Mexico is now suffering from a devastating disaster.

There are gunfights everywhere.

Drug dealers with weapons and masks are shooting at fleeing pedestrians.

There are also some local social gangs robbing everywhere, and there is chaos.

The military and police stationed here were beaten back step by step, and many even knelt down to surrender, but they were still killed by drug dealers.

Governor Rafael Marquez hid in the toilet of his office in a panic. Listening to the gunshots outside, the old man's hands were shaking.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the door of the office was kicked down, and then a mess of footsteps was heard coming in. Rafael Marquez nervously clenched the small pistol in his hand.

Hearing the sound of rummaging through drawers outside, he held his breath and concentrated.

But...

After all, he is old, and he didn't pay attention to his feet and sat directly on the toilet, making a sound.

"Oh no! "

Rafael Max stared, and the people standing at the door fired at the toilet, and all the bullets were used up.

Mr. Governor is dead...

The toilet door was opened, revealing two masked bandits holding AK47s. He looked at the gold watch on Rafael Max's hand, his eyes flashed, and he went up to rip it, and then pried out all his gold teeth.

"Quick! Go, the police are coming."

"Don't worry, I'll take a look, why are you panicking, I know these officials are rich."

The two men even took away his leather shoes.

It's sad to say that a governor died in his own office!

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