Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor's live broadcast of his execution apparently caused an "adverse reaction."

Mainly it's really disgusting.

Those tyrants in Africa are not counted. After all, Nico has always been excluded from the scope of the human race.

All external phone lines at the Tijuana Governor's Palace were bombarded.

They are all fucking gringos.

As soon as the little girl answered the phone, the other party yelled at her.

"CXXXX! Tyrant! Tyrant! You will all be judged and God will not forgive you, you XXX!"

After scolding, he hung up directly.

The little girl was so angry that she almost cried.

Kasare happened to be patrolling and saw the other party crying, so he asked what was wrong. The other party told the story again, and Fatty Kasa was a little sympathetic, and he cursed a few words.

Let her unplug the phone line!

Nothing can escape "physical attacks". Even if we enter the information-based Internet era, panda-burning incense, "shock waves", Trojan horses, etc., all look awesome.

The results of it?

As soon as I pull out the network cable, you all have to call me daddy.

But Casare was not as calm as he appeared, and hurried back to Victor's office, "Boss, boss..."

He told everything about what just happened.

Victor was speechless, "Do you think Haoyue still needs to be provoked by Firefly? It has a mouth on top of them. If they want to curse, can they block their mouths?"

Casare felt that the boss was right, but he always felt that there was nothing the boss could do.

You have the temper to let the protestors come to the door and see if Victor will beat your brains out.

The trolls across the line are really annoying.

"Don't care about what others say. As long as we are strong enough, these rumors will not exist!"

The most important thing is to learn to take sides.

Victor has already contacted the FBI. Although the other party said that his behavior was a bit excessive, it would not damage U.S.-Mexico relations.

Isn't she just a drug dealer?

When my own FBI employees were tortured and killed by drug dealers, no one said anything about condemning the drug dealers. Those people were just eating enough to hold on.

Who will stand up for drug dealers?

Some people just verbally condemned Victor's inhumanity. After all, condemnation is also a business.

He only offended the drug dealer group, and he didn't take away the interests of other people. Who would stand up for him and really stand up for him?

The world is like a grassroots team. Everyone hopes that something will happen to the corner above, and then stand in the audience and ridicule, but they will never rush up and be the first to punch or kick the corner.

However, the FBI still hopes that Victor will be gentler in his methods in the future.

After all, the Americans before the collapse of the Soviet Union still needed to save face, and he did not want his little brother to become a big devil.

Victor still listened to his godfather's words.

Big deal…

Wear a hood from now on.

Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the door, and Jason Bourne walked in and handed a document to Victor, "Sir, Guzman has entered the hospital."

"oh?"

Victor raised his eyebrows.

"The informant said that after his mother was killed, Guzman watched the live broadcast, then fainted and was sent to the hospital. I don't know what his current condition is."

"This is just an eye-opener for God. This guy is so angry." Casare said happily.

"If he gets angry so easily, he is no longer Guzman, but it shouldn't be easy. Let the informant make further inquiries."

Jason Bourne nodded, "Are you looking for someone to go to the hospital..."

Victor frowned, knocked on the table, and thought, "Don't worry, if he is playing dirty tricks, just wait and see what happens."

"Maybe…"

"Is he pretending to be sick?"

In fact, this is really because Victor is overly worried.

When Guzman was sent to the hospital, after the doctor checked his body, Arturo was immediately stunned by a piece of news.

"Hemorrhage in the brain stem?!" He stared at the doctor opposite. The doctor's scalp was numb when he looked at him, and he nodded, "The mood swings were too great, he had a brain hemorrhage."

Hearing this, the bodyguards standing nearby were all stunned. They were not well educated, but they had heard of this disease. If they were sent late, they would be in trouble.

The boss is dying?

"Is there any medical treatment?" Arturo asked nervously. He was afraid. What would happen to such a large family property if Guzman was gone?

to whom?

The eldest son was killed, and the rest were still very young. If he died, they would not know whether they would survive. Guzman had many enemies.

As for the siblings…

They are all wine bags and rice bags.

Does that mean you also have a chance?

Arturo's heart was beating very fast. Can he "inherit" the Sinaloa Group? If possible, it would be fine to give Guzman his final death by himself.

The Taijun of the Korean Empire defeated the "Digger Immortal" Ribayashi Chumichi in the "Two Immortals" to become the top graduate of the Army University. In order to become the emperor, Li Yin didn't call his brother "Dad"?

If he could be the Sinaloa talker, he could also call Guzman Daddy!

Arturo had a lot of inner drama, and his expression was very tangled, with fear, uneasiness, and hesitation.

"Mr. Guzman delivered it in time. There will be no life-threatening problems...but." The doctor hesitated.

"But what! Who the hell are you talking to?" Arturo was so angry that he went up and slapped the other person, knocking off his glasses. The force was such that his face was swollen.

"But he will be hemiplegic and have difficulty moving. If he doesn't do rehabilitation exercises, he will have to stay in bed for the rest of his life!" the doctor said loudly, covering his head.

! ! ! !

Hemiplegia? !

Arturo's mouth was half open, and the doctor ran into the operating room in a hurry.

The bodyguards looked at me, and I looked at you, a little at a loss, and they all looked at him.

Arturo took a deep breath and said, "Don't panic. Don't spread this matter for now. If anyone tells it, I will kill his whole family. Do you understand?"

The bodyguards shivered and nodded hurriedly.

"You go back and get rid of all the servants in the mansion. This should be done cleanly."

"Then here..." the bodyguard asked hesitantly.

"With me here, what are you worried about?" Arturo raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you go quickly!"

Also, they are cousins, so they will definitely care if their cousin is sick.

Several bodyguards left the hospital in a hurry.

This matter must not be spread out!

Otherwise, this kind of loose organization will not only collapse instantly, but at the very least it will make people panic.

You know, following and overcoming is never exclusive to RB players.

How can a drug dealer come to power cleanly?

"Brother..." Carlos, the third child next to him, suddenly shouted, and he also asked nervously, "Cousin, what should I do if I am hemiplegic?"

Arturo was silent for a moment, "As long as he's still alive."

"Then what if Victor launches an attack at this time?"

"Send my cousin to the south to recuperate, and ask the master not to move, don't provoke the tyrant, and suspend the conflict first."

"Going to the south? Will my cousin go?" Carlos, the third child, asked with a frown.

"He will go, we are doing it for his own good, and he will be obedient." Arturo looked at his brother.

Carlos looked into his brother's eyes. He was not an idiot. He stared at him as if he had thought of something.

"Brother...you!"

"Don't think too much. Guzman is still alive."

Okay!

When I heard that Guzman was paralyzed, it was a direct showdown.

"Does he think I don't know how Hector died? He just sent his second son to Mexico City to die on purpose!"

Carlos, the third child, was breathing a little quickly. He didn't have much affection for the incompetent second brother. His eyes just reflected, and then a fierce look appeared on his face, "How about..."

"Kill him, and you and I will be shot to death!" Arturo squinted his eyes, "Eight out of ten people among the masters believe in him. What we have to do now is to take it slow. Ancient Ziman must take care of himself in the short term, and we can use our time to develop our own strength.”

"Sinaloa is still affiliated with the North American Narcotics Association. We have to rely on Pablo. After Guzman goes to the south, you are responsible for taking care of him. Remember, do not let him come into contact with other people. If he is sick, just Take a good rest.”

Brainstem hemorrhage requires you to lie in bed for at least a few months. These few months are completely your chance to wait for others.

Take Guzman hostage to command the heroes of Sinaloa!

Arturo is also ambitious.

As for what the people below will do if they become suspicious?

I am Guzman's cousin and one of the royal guards. Will I rebel?

Cousin, I'm just observing you from the dark.

Just like the previous eunuch dictatorship.

"Understood, even if he poops, I will let him lie on the bed!" Carlos, the third child, nodded vigorously with a solemn expression.

When the Wolf King was still very powerful, no one dared to challenge him, but when he couldn't walk steadily, even a dog had to bark a few words.

Mexico doesn’t have a long-lasting big brother.

Everyone wants to be on top.

He, Guzman, can do it, why can’t I, Arturo?

"Now there are only two of us brothers. Beltran Leyva can also be a title that transcends the times!!"

Arturo muttered.

…

Sinaloa. Outside the city of "San Blas".

Two people wearing ""Shuotekutli!" (Poison Association Army)" The men in military uniforms were cautiously approaching the river carrying barrels. One of them was holding a gun and looking around cautiously.

Another person bent down and scooped up a bucket of water, and was lifting it with force.

Then a gunshot was heard.

boom!

Over the other side of the river, a flock of birds startled.

Before the alert armed man could react, he saw his companion's head explode, the bucket in his hand fell to the ground, the water flew away, and the body leaned forward and fell directly.

When he saw this scene, he ran away!

All the weapons on his body were lost.

run!

Sniper!

When he saw the hill, he just had to hide over it. The desire to survive made him run over ferociously, and he was almost... almost there.

boom!

The huge shock wave behind him directly broke his spine, and then a hole was made in his chest, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

"Simon! The seventh one."

In the woods, the observer gave a thumbs up to a sniper lying on a small mound of dirt.

Simon Haye smiled stiffly and pulled the bolt of Barrett's gun.

"Here comes another person." The observer looked through the telescope and suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

"They are holding a white flag. Is this surrender?"

"Surrender? Shouldn't we raise our hands?" Simon Haye said in a muffled voice.

"That's a Frenchman. Don't shoot yet. I'll go report."

The observer patted him on the shoulder and walked toward the back.

Simon Haye was lying quietly. He saw through the sniper scope that those holding white flags were two women?

When they saw the bodies on the ground, they were obviously startled, their faces were terrified, and they kept looking back.

The next second.

Simon Haye knew why.

4.5 armed men climbed up from the other side of the mound, and their weapons and equipment were more elite.

"Los Zetas!"

This is an old rival!

Simon Haye saw the label on the other side, muttered, and aimed at one of the tall men.

Shoot!

Direct hit.

The head is gone...

"The 8th one!"

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