Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 205 Victor...believer?

Santa Fe Bogota, Cabrera District.

This is a luxury area for the rich.

High-ranking officials, rich celebrities, and even many drug dealers have villas here.

The famous Colombian drug lord Gonzalo Rodríguez Gacha once lived here. He was nicknamed: "The Mexican". He was in charge of the militia branch under the Medellin Group and was the henchman among his confidants.

Um…

That was last year, on December 15, 1989, he was shot dead.

What does this mean?

If you become Pablo's dog, you will die quickly.

Colombian Security Minister Carlos Yerás Restrepo, who is about 60 years old, wears reading glasses and is cleaning a Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun very carefully, with a Bullet vertically.

He had a "language" conflict with Pablo, and after sending soldiers to implement a comprehensive curfew, he worked hard to maintain order on the surface.

but…

A ridiculous scene occurred. After Major General Isaac Asimov, commander of the 76th Brigade, was killed, the parliament immediately put all the responsibility on him and directly deprived him of the position of Security Minister. And removed all his bodyguards outside.

This is simply unfounded.

Is the combat effectiveness of the Colombian government forces declining for a day or two?

When did you get hard?

But Restrepo smelled conspiracy.

When he got home, he dispersed all the servants in the house, and his son's family also asked them to leave Colombia and go to Tijuana, Mexico to join Victor!

He is very clear-headed, and he understands that only the "kill-kill-kill" model can completely eradicate drug dealers. In the United States, if you don't have money, people will not protect you, and there are many local gangs, drug dealer societies, and black criminal organizations in the United States. If you go there to do things with money, you might be killed tomorrow.

In Tijuana…

Victor eyes Mexico!

Own?

Have you seen the escaped security minister?

CNMD!

Behind Restrepo, there is a photo of him when he was young, about 21 years old, wearing a military uniform, and his eyes revealed his longing for the future.

Dong dong dong~

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Restrepo paused, his breathing paused, and his cloudy eyes flashed.

I flicked the Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun and stared at the door. The sound of knocking on the door suddenly became quiet, but it was more like a kind of depression before the storm!

peng!

peng!

Sure enough, within a few seconds, someone suddenly kicked the door hard, very hard.

CNMD!

Mr. Restrepo cursed in a low voice. Colombians have bad tempers, and even in Latin America where they are not human beings, they are relatively wild beings.

There are three well-known categories, Ah San in heat, drunk bear, and... the reckless man in the Silver Triangle area,

He rushed over, faced the door and pulled the trigger decisively!

12 gauge shotgun shells.

Um……

He directly hit the door to the core, and even the people outside were affected. After this shot, he held his belly and wailed outside, but he was still very moral. He didn't forget to face the other people outside when he was shot. people shout.

"avoid!"

Restrepo took advantage of your illness to kill you, but he did not forget to return to the table and put the lit cigar in his mouth again.

Colombians!

romantic.

He rushed out of the room with a shotgun in hand, so brave that he frightened the gunman outside.

"That bastard Pablo deserves to take my life?!"

"Where are the others?!!"

Mr. Minister pulled the cover and shot the unlucky guy who didn't react. Poof!

The shotgun at close range is a "brain-making machine". Each shot will make no sound. If someone makes a second sound, it is definitely a ghost.

The other gunmen hurriedly hid behind the car, unable to lift their heads after being beaten.

But after all, the ammunition capacity is only seven rounds.

Just finish it!

Restrepo subconsciously continued to press the trigger, but the only feedback was the sound of an empty magazine hanging up. His heart sank. When he raised his head, he saw the gunman standing up and emptying the magazine at him.

Bang bang bang!

At least he was hit by more than 20 bullets. The sports students shook their heads when they saw it.

The body fell heavily!

He really opened his eyes.

The sky in Colombia is so beautiful!

So tiring!

Finally able to have a good rest...

"Cut off his head! Mr. Pablo said, throw his head into the government building!"

The dignified Minister of Security of Colombia, even though he only had the word "former" in his name, he died so cowardly!

For example, many former security ministers in Mexico will fly to the United States overnight after retirement or resignation. In addition to enjoying life, the most important thing is to avoid being "hunted" by drug traffickers.

You are useless!

What else are you doing if you keep it?

Professional ethics?

Drug dealers have a fucking moral bottom line.

This group of gunmen were obviously veterans. They rushed into the city hall with Restrepo's head and honked their horns at the military police guarding outside.

When the government troops saw "North American Narcotics Association" written on the other side's car, they didn't dare to say anything and looked at each other.

"Hey!"

The drug dealer in the passenger seat stuck his head out and whistled arrogantly. After all the military police looked over, he threw Restrepo's head on the ground without even wrapping it in a bag!

NMD is so stingy!

The head rolled into the middle of the road... shocking everyone.

"after!"

“Colombia’s daytime belongs to us too!”

………

Mexico. Tijuana.

There was a sea of ​​people outside the newly opened "Anti-Drug Education Exhibition Hall".

This was built after renovating a local museum. The outer walls are a depressing gray. When you walk in, you can see a sentence written by Victor on the door.

"We protect the blue!"

In order to change the outlook of the next generation, Victor forced all schools, factories and government departments under his rule to visit. Others were voluntary and tickets were free of charge.

How can a museum with such profound educational significance ask for money?

It fell into PYZ.

Wanting to change the next generation's outlook on life, Victor spent a lot of money.

When the museum is open, more than 20,000 people come to visit every day, and numbers have even begun to be restricted.

However, there are always some people who can skip the queue.

for example…

There are 32 members of the "Victor Sect" from the United States, and they are all white or with Asian faces.

Forehead…

Sometimes I have to sigh, Nico, this creature, should probably be a...good person.

Anyway, they are not very keen on this kind of "just" cause, and they care more about zero-yuan purchases.

Pooh!

Victor provides all the food, clothing, housing and transportation for this group of "Victor Sect" people, and he also wants to use this group to expand his influence in the United States.

A female commentator with blond hair and blue eyes introduced them to the things on display.

"This is the golden man's skull that was recovered from the Tijuana drug cartel. According to DNA technology, this skull came from an anti-drug policeman. After he died, the drug dealers brutally cut his body into pieces and painted his skull with A layer of gold foil as a trophy.”

"After we defeated this entrenched evil organization under the leadership of Mr. Victor, we contacted one of his former teachers. From his mouth, we learned that after his sacrifice, his family also suffered retaliation from drug dealers. , all..." The female commentator said at the end, still crying.

This is definitely what Victor taught.

Too fake!

However, some people really do this, at least a few young white guys are listening attentively.

"Mr. Victor left this here specifically to make people remember this spirit and this policeman who dedicated himself to Mexico, everyone!"

"Sacrifice is not terrible, what is terrible is forgetting!"

"Mr. Victor does not allow the hero to bleed and shed tears."

Bang bang bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him began to applaud.

"Long live Mr. Victor!"

I don’t know who shouted, and then the voices suddenly started to rise one after another, and the whole hall sounded long live?

The people of the "Victor Sect" looked at each other, a little restrained.

But it eventually got into it.

Not far away, a reporter "happened" to pass by and took a photo of this scene.

There is a work permit hanging around his neck.

"Mexican News Department!"

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