Chapter 99 CJNG!

Governor Rafael Marquez was beaten to death by drug dealers? !

According to the video surveillance, two stupid thieves killed the security guard and broke into the city hall, looted all the way, and finally killed the governor.

This is simply a fantasy.

Why is there no police guarding such an important department?

Answer: The police also ran away.

This is not the first governor to be killed. In the past 30 years, more than 17 governors have been killed, including 6 incumbents and 11 former governors.

But this is undoubtedly a provocation to the Mexican government.

The presidential palace announced that it would send more than 5,000 military and police to conduct armed drug raids in the Lower California region to severely crack down on the arrogance of drug dealers.

In the entire war-torn Lower California, there are two places that are particularly safe, Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island.

In order to prevent drug dealers from entering "their own area", Victor reinforced Ensenada with 100 EDM members and more than 150 "police auxiliary personnel". In addition to personal weapons, they were also equipped with 3 helicopters, each carrying two Soviet-made PRO-A 93mm fuel-air rockets!

This thing mainly uses the destructive power of the instantaneous explosion of the atomized fuel-air explosive after absorbing oxygen in the air to destroy bunkers, field fortifications, town barriers, military equipment, armored vehicles and eliminate exposed living targets.

If you dare to come, I will blow you up!

Victor has been promoted to "Deputy Minister of Security Department of Baja California, Mexico." The police rank remains unchanged.

According to Alejandro, at least 400,000 US dollars were stuffed in.

For Victor, the effect is obvious.

The original 80 EDM members were directly expanded to 200 people!

Now that he has money in his hands, Victor is not stingy. 20 people are molded according to the regular navy template and placed on the "Grand Duke Victor".

The remaining 100 were based on the German GSG9 special forces.

Originally, I wanted to follow the SEALs and Delta, but the templates of each unit are different. The American ones are more expensive. Each Delta template has to charge an additional 60,000 "usage fee", not including other skills. After a set, one person has to have more than 150,000 points!

Victor was furious at the time.

The average small drug dealer on the street only has about 200 points. 150,000, how many drug dealers do you need?

But then I thought, can Wall Street financial traders be the same as your stock recommenders?

This is called talent!

The German GSG9 special forces are cheaper, with a "usage fee" of 20,000, and no more than 70,000 points per person.

But just thinking about it is scary. All EDM members are benchmarked against the most elite special police forces in Europe, but Germany has only about 320 people. If Victor continues to develop like this, it is not guaranteed that all of them will be special forces.

The Mexican government's anti-drug campaign has lasted for nearly 3 months, but it is still ineffective.

Instead, the death toll is rising day by day.

In just three months, the death toll of military and police officers exceeded 700, and the death toll of drug dealers exceeded 1,000.

Both sides fell into a state of anxiety.

March 27, 1990.

Victor was inspecting his own factory. He opened two garment processing factories, one green vegetable import and export company, and three agricultural crop purchasing companies in Ensenada.

A total of more than 3,000 people can be employed!

All the nearly 400 million US dollars swept from the drug dealers were spent. Of course, this money was also used for infrastructure construction on Guadalupe Island, and there are still a lot of gaps.

Every day when you open your eyes, you have to think about money.

It will take some time for these factories to start operating.

But fortunately, half a year of construction has made the island completely different, at least it is much more suitable for human habitation.

But many projects still cost money, and they can't be left unfinished.

You have to find a way to get some.

Otherwise...

Go to the drug dealers for trouble?

"Boss! Major General Ichagre, the head of the anti-drug unit, was killed in a hair salon this morning by Juarez Armando and his men." Casare covered his mouth and lowered his voice.

Victor nodded and said gently to the factory manager who was accompanying him, "It looks good, but the interests of the workers must be guaranteed. Wage deductions are not allowed. Overtime pay must be given after more than 13 hours."

If I hadn't heard the second half of the sentence, I would really think that Victor was a kind man.

After 13 hours, the donkey was tired.

The factory director nodded and agreed hurriedly.

After Victor walked around again, he left the factory and got on a bulletproof Hummer. As soon as he got in, he asked, "Is this news true?"

"Well, it's official news from Mexico."

"What did the major general do in the hair salon?" Victor frowned.

Casare also shook his head and said uncertainly, "Looking for a prostitute?"

Don't say it, it's really possible!

"Is there any information about this General Ichagre?"

"I haven't found it, it's not very complete." Casare lowered his head.

It's not like there is Wikipedia after the millennium, where you can search by pressing the INTER key. Many things have to be done manually, which is very troublesome.

But Victor also thinks that it is time to properly set up his own intelligence department. He can't rely on external news and official intelligence for all information.

Some things they let you see may not be correct, but what they don't let you know is definitely correct.

The death of Major General Ichagre is definitely not that simple. It also indicates that the anti-drug team is leaderless and may be pulled down for rest.

After fighting for so long, they still haven't wiped out all the drug dealers. I don't know if they are really weak or just powerless.

Perhaps, the Mexican government has to dispatch troops from other places.

This is his intuition.

When Victor returned to the Ensenada City Hall, Alejandro looked tired and worried. He even put cigarette butts on the table even though he didn't smoke much.

When he saw Victor, he raised his head and said, "Victor, I'm afraid we have to go up and suppress the drug dealers."

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At this time, in a mansion in Mexicali.

Abrego was stroking a ginger cat, and the other party squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

"Are you saying that the Mexican government plans to send Victor to suppress us?"

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man in a suit. The work badge hanging on his chest had not been taken off. Obviously, he came here before leaving work.

It said: Senior Judicial Police Commander of Lower California: Jose Herrera Duterte.

When the other party heard Abrego's question, he bent down and nodded, "I saw that the document above said so."

After he finished speaking, a stack of US dollars rolled under his feet.

Jose's face was happy. He chose to come in person instead of calling, not for this.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

He picked it up and put it in his pocket, and left under the guidance of the servant.

In the hall.

It was very quiet.

Abrego suddenly clenched his hands and pinched the orange cat's neck tightly. The other party struggled hard, and his claws scratched the man's hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

After the cat was strangled to death, he threw it away casually, squinting his eyes.

"Victor!"

"Let's see who will win this time!"

Abrego was full of confidence. He relied on the weapons purchased from the Elmen Bridge to form a killer team of more than 2,000 people, and beat Juarez and Sinaloa to retreat step by step, and they were about to withdraw from the competition for Lower California.

If Victor came at this time, Abrego would let him understand what anger was.

The old and new accounts were settled together!

He picked up the phone and called his younger brother Elmenqiao. He kept his promise and let him go to Jalisco to organize drug trafficking.

But I heard that the guy pulled all his brothers and sisters in, and organized an organization called "Jalisco New Generation".

Abrego doesn't care, as long as you are obedient and still under the name of the Gulf Group, it doesn't matter what you are called.

In Mexico, anyone can be called an organization.

"Boss." Elmenqiao's dull voice sounded from the other side.

He has such a temper, and Abrego doesn't care. He directly asked for people, "Bring your people here, we are going to fight Victor!"

Elmenqiao on the opposite side was quiet for a while.

Abrego's right eyelid jumped.

"Sorry, Abrego, I plan to go it alone."

"!!!"

Elmenqiao hung up the phone directly after he finished speaking.

Abrego was confused.

No, I asked you to come and fight Victor with me, and you go it alone?

Calling by name directly? !

Are you so afraid of death?

He got up angrily and smashed the phone on the ground. What else can he do except scolding?

Elmenqiao picked a good time. When Victor came, Abrego had no time to trouble him. If the latter really wanted to do it no matter what, he would have to give up the Lower California area.

Billions of dollars in revenue a year, thousands of people died, and he just gave up?

Does Abrego have the courage to do that?

Elmenqiao is very cunning. When Victor and Abrego fight, the new generation of Jalisco can take root in this area.

He thinks Abrego has no future.

Nothing is as good as being the big brother.

He has already thought of a way out, just waiting for this moment.

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