Working as a police officer in Mexico

"60 million!"

Victor was stunned.

The American's face when asking for money is just like the French's indestructible spirit, which has no bottom line.

But the F14 itself is not cheap.

A dozen years ago, the price in 1973 was 38 million U.S. dollars. If converted to the price before and after the eve of the year, the unit price of the aircraft was equivalent to about 234 million U.S. dollars, comparable to the F-22!

Moreover, maintenance costs are extremely high.

In addition, because the aircraft uses a variable swept wing, its maintenance is much more difficult than that of conventional wing fighters. Coupled with the harsh environment at sea, the maintenance hours required for each flight hour of this fighter are approximately 60 hours, more than three times that of the F/A-18.

Suddenly, it seemed that Shuai couldn't be eaten.

Think about it, your family is bare, and then you spend hundreds of thousands to get a wife. As a result, you have to pay 300 yuan every time you have sex, and you have to pay her every month for maintenance. If she doesn’t do it, your mother’s family will Not happy.

He forces you to buy a series of products for his "daughter" and tells you that his daughter likes to use high-end and classy products.

Okay...that's another few hundred thousand out.

Poor people don't deserve to play F14!

The most important thing is that F14 only requires 76 million points to redeem points, including subsequent logistics parts...

NMD, still a foot-washing fragrance!

Victor frowned, "This is the first time I've seen someone standing begging for food."

Casare sneered.

Don’t Mexicans still know what virtues Americans have?

In other words, Victor's main power is now in the north. If you move to the south or the central and eastern parts, there is the Bay of Campeche, known as the "Crown of North America"!

Mexico's largest Cantarel oil field and the famous Yucatan Peninsula are both there, and two-thirds of the country's oil and gas reserves have been occupied by American capital tycoons.

One day, if Victor really marches south and starts a fight with those Americans because of interests, do you think...

Guzman or Victor, who is the rebel?

There is a saying that goes, "If there is a piece of shit on a $100 bill, Americans will lick it clean because they are afraid that their "rudeness" will disfigure Franklin's face."

"Boss, actually we can buy second-hand ones." Casare looked at Victor's gloominess and rolled his eyes twice.

Just like the treacherous ministers and thieves in the drama.

"Grumman's Daughter is too expensive. Ask Fairchild about the Warthog. If it's less than 20 million, we'll buy it! If it's more, let the Americans eat shit."

I would rather marry a pig than a stupid F14!

wait…

I will exchange it myself later.

With 60 million US dollars, you think Victor’s family has a mine.

Victor squinted his eyes, blew out his cigarette, and was about to speak when he heard a rapid knock on the door.

"Come in."

The chief secretary, Miss Christa Schroeder, walked in with a very capable and calm expression.

She was the most capable secretary that Victor selected from a group of secretaries, and she was his only secretary along with another female college student named Traud Junge.

"What's the matter? Schroeder."

"Mr. Governor, maybe you should watch the Mexican International Channel. Individuals or organizations from 6 countries are protesting against you."

"???"

Victor looked up a little confused and glanced at Casare, who hurriedly pushed the TV out, then turned on the TV and tuned to the international channel.

"We are extremely dissatisfied with Victor's behavior of kidnapping other people's parents! This is a serious loss of humanity, and we demand that he immediately release Guzman's mother!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a suit was reading a manuscript. , behind them stood three armed men holding US military M16s and wearing hoods.

"This is the FARC," secretary Krista Schroeder said.

She pressed another channel, and a female spokesperson appeared.

"The National Front of Ecuador declares Victor unwelcome!"

Press again.

"The Liberation Camp of Panama announced that it would suspend any diplomatic activities with Mexico."

"Ms. Georgina Moore, senior assistant to the United Nations Human Rights Council for North America, is highly concerned about Victor's behavior, and said that this kind of punishment with continuous sitting is unreasonable and illegal, and urged Mexico to release the hostages."

"Chilean officials said that General Augusto Pinochet was paying attention to the matter. He said that Chile will deal with this and will never allow uncivilized things like criminal gangs to happen."

…

Suddenly he seemed to have become a public enemy in North and South America?

Waterfa?

Kasare's scalp was slightly numb, and he looked at the boss cautiously.

I saw that Victor's expression was a little...relaxed?

"Just these stinky salted fish and rotten bird eggs? It seems that the money given by Guzman is not enough." Victor said mockingly.

Almost scared to death.

He thought his American godfather no longer wanted him.

It turns out they are all little Karami.

"The more they say that, the more excited I get." Victor smiled evilly and sat upright, "How about mercury initiation?"

"Don't Guzman want his mother to live? I don't!"

Casare's anus tightened and his lips were a little dry. He glanced at the secretary next to him, Krista Schroeder, who acted very calm?

No…

Her mouth was trembling too.

"That's it!"

Victor made the decision directly, "Issuing a notice to shut up Augusto Pinochet, otherwise he will be sent to see Allende. Don't talk too much nonsense, old man. Live a peaceful life for two days. Don't die then, ashes." Everyone was praised.”

"Just say it as it is, don't change a word."

Since you are shameless, I don’t care who you are?

protest?

You go to Cuauquemot, he is the president of Mexico.

As for declaring war?

You little Chile, you are ridiculous, do you think that the third of my three North American heroes is made of clay?

“Remember to have a global live broadcast!”

"I just like the way they hate me but can't kill me."

tyrant?

I prefer you to call me Mexican Father.

"Boss, that person from the United Nations..."

"Which country is the United Nations?"

Victor took a deep breath from the cigarette and tightened his cheeks, "Are there nuclear weapons?"

"As long as I don't stupidly go to the United Nations to burn the charter and irritate the nerves of some big countries, they won't think of trying to kill me."

"There shouldn't be such an idiot." Casare scratched his head.

Victor looked at him with a strange expression.

The fool didn't.

There are so many gods.

"There are still too many monsters and monsters in the world." Boss Wei couldn't help but sigh.

…

Sinaloa Culiacan.

A private mansion.

Guzman walked back and forth anxiously, cigarette butts on the ground one after another.

He is a filial son!

In order to let his mother survive, he begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother and called senior officials in Mexico City, hoping that they could help.

But when the other party heard about it, he went to Victor.

QNMD!

They all refused, and no one dared to make Victor unhappy. Guzman was so angry that he threatened them.

If they don't help, the news of their corruption and bribery will be exposed.

Who knows that people would rather resign than get into trouble.

If you resign, you can go abroad with the money and still live. At least your life is still alive, but if you go to Victor to plead for mercy.

He can make someone kill you.

Privately, many officials are discussing whether to run away first.

There is really no way to stay in Mexico.

I originally thought that Victor would disappear in an instant, but unexpectedly he became more and more aggressive in this place, and now he has become the governor of the north.

It's better to run quickly, otherwise, everyone will be liquidated.

In the three days after he took office as governor, at least 11 senior officials resigned, and countless lower-level officials resigned. This shows the lethality of Victor in three words.

Under such circumstances, Guzman had no choice but to go off-court to ask for help, hoping to use some "off-court activities" to scare the opponent.

He spent hundreds of millions of dollars to get these people to talk. The one at the United Nations was... more expensive.

Guzman is waiting for news.

Cousin Arturo ran in with a solemn expression, "Boss."

"How's it going?" Guzman turned his head when he heard the noise.

"Victor announces...live broadcast of the execution!"

"ah!"

Arturo hurriedly turned on the TV in the hall and pressed the remote control, but there was no response. He went up and pressed the button with his hand to tune to the Tijuana International Channel.

In a narrow space, a figure familiar to Guzman was seen kneeling on the ground while being restrained.

"Mom!" He rushed over and shouted, his eyes fixed on the phone, "Phone! Phone!"

"Call Victor!" he shouted at Arturo.

"Valerie Loela Cervantes?" And on the TV, there were three doctors wearing masks standing next to the other party?

One of them called out his name.

The woman raised her head, pain and horror in her eyes.

"This is the judgment from the Tijuana court. It has sentenced you to drug trafficking, murder, kidnapping, etc. The death penalty will be executed immediately!"

"I want to appeal! I want to appeal!" Guzman's mother shouted with all her strength when she heard the death penalty, but her mouth was blocked the next second.

The person who read out the verdict faced the camera, "The number of people who died directly and indirectly because of her exceeds tens of thousands, so we plan to use... mercury to initiate!"

Guzman stared, watching the other person walk over with a scalpel...

"Boss! Victor picked up." Arturo said.

The other party jumped up suddenly, ran over and grabbed the phone, "Victor..."

"Guzman!"

"I'm going to make you a loner, and I'm going to make everyone who follows you die!" Victor's voice from the opposite side was filled with ridicule.

"I want you to live in pain every day!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

For the first time, Guzman felt a chill in a person's voice.

"Ah!!!" A scream suddenly came from the TV. He turned his head suddenly and saw the scalpel cutting open the top of his mother's head.

Then there was someone next to me, pouring mercury forcefully!

"Victor! Victor! Victor!!!" Guzman's eyes were red, and he screamed miserably. At this moment, he went up and fell to the ground under Arturo's horrified eyes.

"Boss...Boss, hurry up, call an ambulance!"

The bodyguard outside ran in and was confused when he saw this scene. Hearing Arturo's roar, he hurriedly made a phone call.

And on TV…

The screams were endless, and even Arturo, who was in charge of the gunman group and had committed numerous crimes, felt a pain in his butt.

Victor…

It's really too cruel.

Zhi~

The TV flashed and the screen disappeared with the final scream.

Victor was watching this scene calmly through the glass. Casare next to him turned pale and his legs were weak.

"Remember to send this layer of skin to Guzman. He likes his mother so much, so let his mother accompany him well."

"By the way, do you think I'm cruel?" Victor suddenly turned his head and asked.

"To do God's work, you need thunderbolt means!" Casare said loudly.

Victor nodded with satisfaction.

The boy is teachable!

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