Working as a police officer in Mexico

Aguilar's hands were trembling, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Turn off the TV."

Juarez's second-in-command, his caring little cotton-padded jacket... was smashed to death like this?

The police directly smashed four or five of his limbs, and then smashed his head. The whole process was broadcast live. The bloody scene made Aguilar feel a little sick to his stomach.

After hearing his words, the younger brother quickly turned off the TV.

"Victor's methods are becoming more and more cruel!" Guzman frowned, holding a cigarette in his hand, but he was also shaking slightly.

"I don't think he will agree to peace talks with Cuaukmote. We still have to fight!" Abrego said gloomily from the side, "Guzman, your son was killed by him, are you willing to swallow your anger? "

The dwarf's face instantly darkened, "Although I want to kill him immediately, I know better that the time has not come yet. Just wait, Victor won't be able to dance for long."

He is still very sensible.

Aguilar exhaled, "I can only make one trip to Colombia in person. Which of you will go to the Aragon family dinner in Mexico City?"

The atmosphere instantly became quiet.

Are you kidding me?

If Victor goes too, wouldn't it be delivered to your door?

Aguilar was very shrewd and chose himself outside, leaving Guzman and Abrego stunned.

Victor is notoriously bad-tempered...

"How about you go?" Guzman looked at Abrego, "You are more eloquent than me. I have not been in good health recently."

"The doctor said I can't travel far away. Don't you have four cousins? Let them go and be solely responsible for the negotiations."

Guzman's face turned dark. You are the ones staring at me, right?

"My people will contribute, and I want 3% more shares, otherwise you will find someone by yourself."

Abrego opened his mouth.

"Okay! Each of us will give you half." Aguilar agreed.

After the meeting of the Big Three ended, Guzman went straight out with a gloomy face. The four brothers Beltran and Leiva were waiting for him outside.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Guzman nodded and looked at the four brothers. The eldest brother, Arturo, was the leader of his gunmen group, the third brother, Carlos, was very clever and a strong soldier, and the fourth brother was in charge of money laundering channels. Then there was only the second brother.

"Hector."

The second brother was originally hiding behind several brothers. When he suddenly heard Guzman calling him, he looked startled and felt a little confused. This cousin had always ignored him, and there was nothing he could do in the organization. He I am also happy and leisurely, showing off my wealth and picking up girls every day, so happy.

This time I suddenly called myself, why did my scalp feel so numb?

"old…"

Guzman waved his hand and straightened his clothes, which made Arturo feel something was wrong and his eyelids twitched.

"You go to Mexico City for us to negotiate with the government. When the time comes, I will give you the specific requirements. Just leave it to them."

Hector also heard that the organization was going to undergo major changes, but he didn't care. He was the most useless anyway, but... the most important thing now is his turn?

His eyes lit up immediately and he glanced at his elder brother. He frowned as if he was thinking. Guzman pushed him and said, "Do you understand?"

Hector nodded hurriedly, "Understood."

"When you come back, I will arrange a new position for you. Don't sit around doing nothing all day. This is relatively easy. We have established a good relationship with the people over there."

"Be nice. I don't want others to call you a fool. Tell them that their vision is wrong. I believe you."

After a few words, Hector's blood suddenly boiled, "Cousin, don't worry, I will never embarrass you."

Guzman patted him on the shoulder and left.

Hector punched the air three times and looked at Arturo, "Brother, I have something else to do."

Having nothing to do does not mean that he is irrelevant. In fact, he is still very envious when he sees his brothers shining in Sinaloa. Now that the group needs him, he suddenly becomes energetic.

Arturo always felt that something was wrong here. He looked at his excited brother and hesitated for a moment, not wanting to dampen his enthusiasm. He could only say, "Don't mess with it. If you find something wrong, run away."

Hector was so excited that he didn't take it seriously at all.

Arturo frowned and looked at Guzman's figure in the distance, and slowly frowned.

…

"Buzz buzz~"

Mexico City Benito Juárez International Airport.

The aircraft descended to the runway with colorful lights flashing in the sky, and a Falcon 900 private jet developed by French Dassault Aircraft Company landed at the airport.

There were some people waiting below, and there were more than a dozen cars parked, including extended-length Lincolns, Mercedes-Benz, etc. In the terminal, many people looked at this scene curiously.

I thought some big shot was coming.

Victor, wearing black short-sleeves, walked out of the cabin, followed by Casare, Kennedy and Jason Bourne.

This private plane actually also belongs to the Tijuana drug cartel!

When Brother Benjamin dies, the inheritance will of course be confiscated.

3 private jets came alternately.

According to real estate estimates, the two Benjamin brothers "provided" Victor with more than $700 million in assets, not including overseas assets.

Killing drug criminals is the most correct path!

"Director Victor, welcome, I am Mr. Cuauquemot's secretary, my name is: Nunez."

A middle-aged man standing at the front of the welcoming crowd stretched out his hand.

Victor shook hands with him and said with a smile, "I kept you waiting."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Cuauquemot is waiting for you at the dinner. Please get in the car." Nunez opened the door of the extended Lincoln.

But Victor smiled and shook his head without moving. He glanced at Jason Bourne, who then said, "Mr. Nunez, our own car has arrived. Please allow them to come in."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but soon understood. He closed the car door and asked his subordinates to go to the airport to coordinate. Soon he saw a convoy driving in. The leader was an armored vehicle equipped with anti-armor protection, followed by ten people. Several cars.

"You just lead the way, and we will follow."

Nunez nodded and watched Victor get into the car.

He doesn't have a habit of riding in other people's cars. What if someone plants a bomb inside? I can only open it again in the next life.

Victor admits that he has many enemies and many people want him dead, so he has to be careful.

Nunez got into the car, looked in the reflector, and told the driver to drive.

Nearly thirty cars moved towards the outside.

"Really handsome!"

There were many men on the terminal whose eyes lit up when they saw this scene, and they wanted to take their place.

National Palace. Moctezuma II Hall.

Soft and soothing music was playing, and men and women who looked like successful people chatted with people they knew.

As one of the protagonists, Kwaukmot is of course surrounded by the most people.

His good friend Honatan Aragon of the Mexican News Group introduced him next to him, "This is Mr. Carlos Stam, he is the founder of Grupo Carso, the largest shareholder of Telecom Mexico and CEO of Telecom Americas Mexico.”

He pointed at a middle-aged man who was not tall, or even bloated, with a bit of baldness on the top of his head. He had a chubby face and looked very kind.

Hearing the name, Quaukmot twitched his brows, looked at him with deep eyes, and said with a smile on his face, "Hello."

"Good evening, Mr. President."

"This is Rildo Salinas, founder of Grupo Salinas."

Honatan Aragon pointed to the person next to him and said.

Needless to say, everyone knows that this person's surname is former President Carlos. The other person's eyes are not very friendly, and can even be said to be complicated and a bit hostile.

"Congratulations, Mr. President, you finally got your wish!" His words also smelled like gunpowder.

"Thank you. I hope I can get Mexico back on track so that the mistakes made by some people will not be irreversible." Cuauquemot also spoke very energetically. Your backers are dead, why are you still talking to me like this?

Pull list! Pull list!

Honatan introduced them one by one, and finally pointed at one person. The more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. He always felt that it was very familiar. He frowned, and suddenly his expression changed as if he had thought of something, and he stretched out his hand to block the introduction of the former, " You are Hector Beltran Leiva!”

"You know me?" Hector was also a little stunned.

shit!

Victor had sent information about several important drug cartel leaders and their relatives to Kwaukemot. The latter even took a few glances, which were quite profound. The main reason was that Hector had a donkey face.

"What do you mean? How could a drug dealer come to the King's Palace?" He shouted angrily and pointed at Honattan. Seeing them like this, it would be absolutely impossible for them to say they didn't know.

Even with his self-cultivation and quality, he couldn't help but curse!

He hates drug dealers so much that he has said that he would kill them more than once in public, but now a drug dealer leader is standing openly in front of him. Isn't this ironic?

It just sucks!

His voice immediately spread throughout the hall, and everyone looked over curiously.

"Get out! Get out! Guards!" Quaukmot shouted.

Hector's face sank.

Honatan hurriedly pulled the other person's arm and covered his mouth, "Quiet, Kwaukmot! He is here for peace talks!"

"Peace talks? When are we going to talk about peace talks? I won't have peace talks with the drug traffickers, and the Mexican government won't have peace talks with the drug traffickers either! Let him get out."

"Sir, the Mexican government is not you, and it may not be you." Rildo from the Salinas Group said, looking at him with evil eyes.

"Perhaps, you should consider the possibility of peace talks with the drug cartel, sir." Carlos Stam suddenly spoke next to him.

A huge pressure made Quaukmot couldn't help but take a step back.

He turned to look at Honatan, who didn't say a word and lowered his head. This made his heart sink even more, TMD!

I'm just a puppet?

I looked around and saw that they were all bandits trying to poach Mexico.

He was at a loss.

"Who the hell said you were talking about peace talks with drug dealers!" A voice came from the door. The voice was loud and suppressed with anger.

Naturally, everyone's eyes were attracted to him, and Quaukmot almost cried when he heard this familiar voice.

Victor walked in with a frown and glanced at everyone present.

"Who said peace talks? Come forward and let me see you. Mexico had peace talks with drug dealers when I didn't have him. Now that I have him, we still want to have peace talks. So what's the point of me coming? Who! Who said that!"

His eyes stayed on the small circle around Kwaukmot, his eyebrows trembled, and he walked over and glanced at Honatan and the others. Of course he knew these plutocrats.

"You said peace talks?" Victor looked at Lildo Salinas, who swallowed his saliva. Before he could speak, he was slapped on the face.

Snapped!

"Let me ask you, did you say that?"

Hit... hit someone?

Rildo Salinas was stunned, but Victor was unhappy when he saw him like this, and slapped him again. The clear sound made the former almost cry.

"That's enough, Victor! This is the King's Palace...ah!!" Carlos Stam frowned and scolded, but before he could finish his words, Victor turned towards him and gave him an elbow kick, knocking him over. On the ground, he kicked me in the stomach, "I'm talking, did you let me interrupt?"

"Did you let me interrupt?" Victor stepped on his mouth.

The whole hall was quiet.

It's like...a tiger broke into a group of sheep!