Working as a police officer in Mexico

It is impossible for anyone who knows the history of Mexico not to know Joaquín Guzmán Loera.

He was born in Sinaloa, the cradle of Mexican drug lords, in 1957. This is a major agricultural province, but due to the influence of the free economy and cheap agricultural products in the United States, traditional crops are not profitable, so many farmers plant DM or YP.

Father Guzman was a farmer, a drinker and a womanizer. This may be inherited from his DNA, so that he later officially married four times and had countless mistresses.

Guzman dropped out of school when he was 3 years old and was often beaten by his father. Youdao was a poor boy who had become the head of the family early. When he was 15 years old, he pooled money with several cousins ​​to contract a farming business and assumed the responsibility of supporting the family. These cousins ​​later turned against him. The four brothers of the Beltran Leyva Group, which separated from the Sinaloa Group, ran plantations for a period of time.

I found out that all the money was made by middlemen.

The first business venture failed.

He joined the banner of Pedro, the first-generation drug lord in Sinaloa, and followed one of his leaders, Palma, to transport goods to the US-Mexico border and hand them over to cross-border smugglers. Because he was only about 1.6 meters tall, he Known as: "The Shorty".

But don't call him that to his face, otherwise he will make you understand what life is worse than death.

With a ruthless heart and business acumen, he quickly stood out and became Parma's right-hand man. In the late 1970s, the boss Pedro was shot dead. At this time, Gallardo took over and became the talker.

Guzman also worked as a driver for Godfather Gallardo.

Everyone knows that being a driver for a big boss is very lucrative. His talent was soon discovered, and Gallardo put him in charge of logistics. He often traveled to Colombia and Honduras, which expanded a lot of contacts.

Later, the Guadalajara Group fell apart, and the Gallardo leaders met to divide the territory. The Sinaloa Group regained its independence. At this time, El Chapo, who was already on his own, began to "dig holes" for the title of madman.

Build tunnels at the border and transport goods to the United States 24 hours a day.

Colombian goods pass through his hands and arrive at the designated warehouse in the United States within a week. This cross-border logistics simply puts some express companies to shame.

Of course, for now, Guzman is not that famous because he is quietly making a fortune. Mainly because he is relatively low-key and has not yet been listed on the U.S. bounty list.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

When Victor and Casare arrived at the agreed-upon neighborhood, they could clearly feel that there were many people with unfamiliar faces on the road.

In a neighborhood cafe, Victor meets this legendary figure.

He blinked subconsciously.

"6750000!"

Guzman is still the number two player now, so his points are not beyond imagination, but Victor has discovered something remarkable in his recent focus.

Kill Parma!

Victor looked at him deeply, he was so ambitious, he was really a man, how could he stay under others for a long time.

"Welcome, Mr. Guzman."

The other party was unsmiling, sitting upright on the chair, and seemed not to notice when he saw the other party's stretched out hand. He is a very proud person, and you can clearly feel it.

"I came here wanting a shipment."

Seeing how disrespectful he was, Best and the others visibly darkened their faces and took a step forward. Victor stretched out his hand to block them, squeezed his palms, and said with a smile, "I know, you want a gun, yes! It's 1,300 US dollars each, and the bullets 5 rounds for $1, RPG for $3,000, and shells for $600.”

"However, the recent international situation is not good enough. The Middle East is in chaos, and I don't have much in my hands. I can give you at most 30 guns, 100,000 rounds of ammunition, and 2 RPGs. The rest must be delivered within a month."

I wiped out a gangster and made a fortune.

It directly increased by more than 6,000 points, and the total points reached 9,781 points.

It can be seen from this that the beheading gangs that sound fierce are actually just vile bastards who cannot stand on the stage.

But just 100 AKs equal 15,000 points.

Where can I go to find someone so unlucky that I can shoot him?

Guzman had a very bad character. He frowned when he heard this, "Are you kidding me? 1,300 US dollars? I can buy an M4 on the black market in the United States!"

"American prostitutes taste different from Soviet prostitutes. Mr. Guzman, shooting is like you are doing X. You have been pulling her for a long time. It is time for you to find other targets for your fingers. There are many customers for AK47 , the whole world needs her comfort, exports are always more expensive.”

"For you, 1,300 US dollars is just a tip to the FBI in the United States. Of course, if you really think the price is expensive, then I can recommend you other goods, but you will have to wait for a long time. As you know, the whole world is at war."

Guzman feels that the initiative is in the hands of the opponent, which makes him very uncomfortable. He doesn't like this feeling, but Sinaloa has really suffered heavy losses in the recent battle with Tijuana and is in urgent need of weapons to stabilize its territory.

If the house is stolen, everyone will die.

Of course he didn't come here specifically to see the other party. Wouldn't he feel comfortable digging holes at the border for a business worth more than ten or two hundred thousand dollars?

Guzman was called over by the boss Palma to meet with the umbrella, hoping that someone could mediate in the middle.

I heard someone selling arms here, so I came over.

He didn't like the bastard named Victor in front of him. He didn't know why, but he felt very unhappy when he first saw him. Maybe... the other person was taller than him?

Guzman nodded to Ma Zai next to him, who placed a box on the table. After opening it, cocaine was revealed, with packages stacked on top of each other.

"There are 60 packs in total here. Change your weapons."

"I'm sorry, we accept US dollars, British pounds, Mexican pesos, and French francs here, but we don't accept drugs. How can I deposit it in the bank? Are you kidding me? We are a regular company."

Victor waved his hands and said with a smile, but this action irritated Guzman, who pulled out a gun and pointed it at the former's head, "In Mexico, no one can say no to Sinaloa!"

Seeing him draw his gun, Best and Duke raised their weapons and confronted the drug dealers opposite.

Victor still crossed his legs, raised his head and glanced at him, pointing at his head, "Hit here, don't hit my chest, I just changed my suit."

"But, Guzman, if I lie here today, you will be buried with me. Let's see if your little gun has more bullets or if my submachine gun has more firepower."

"Are you pretending to be the boss in my territory? Didn't your mother teach you that?"

Victor kicked the table hard, full of aura.

He didn't say he was a policeman. For drug dealers, this identity would be even more exciting.

Guzman narrowed his eyes, and the younger brothers behind him all looked at his elder brother. They didn't want to die here. The other party was right, as soon as the submachine gun came over, they would all have to lie here.

Beads of sweat seeped out from the temples of Best and Casare, and the hands holding the guns were a little nervous.

Guzman deserves to be called: the last slick old drug lord.

If it were replaced by the "Z3" Kazcano after the millennium, it might be tough now.

That guy founded Los Zetas.

Guzman Purchasing suddenly let go of the gun and put it on the table. He forced a smile on his face and said, "You are outstanding, Victor. I admire people like you. You are right. You can't deposit drugs in the bank, so you can use cash." Bar."

Seeing that something was wrong, this guy pretended to be cowardly, but Victor knew that this guy must have hated him so much in his heart.

The Mexican drug lord is accustomed to using violence to solve problems. When faced with difficulties, he uses one word: "reckless". There are very few people like him who can take the initiative to pretend to be cowardly.

No wonder the Americans later offered a $15 million reward for him.

The subsequent transaction was very smooth. The other party directly gave me cash, loaded the goods into the car and left directly.

This was the first meeting between Victor and Guzman, and it was very unfriendly.

Casare said with lingering fear, "Victor, they are Sinaloa, they are very cruel, you are like this..."

"The most brutal violent institution in the world is the eternal national government, but aren't we offending them for money? The constitution is their tool to make money, and the military is their violent means to maintain power and wealth, just like the United States."

"Are you afraid of its weapons? Or of its power?"

No matter how small a drug cartel in Mexico is, I won't give in to you just because you are awesome. At worst, if you don't kill me after you have done it once, I will join your enemy and fuck you again.

Pablo also directly funded the rebels because the Colombian government was giving him trouble.

"What I'm afraid of is never death, but my interests being embezzled by others. Making a penny less is as uncomfortable as killing me!"

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