Bring more people?
Victor squinted his eyes. He naturally heard Alejandro's subtext.
The visitors had ill intentions!
Victor loved troublemakers.
"Have Kennedy bring EDM with me to Ensenada. I want to see what bullshit these Mexico City people can say."
Casare fully played his role as strategic advisor. "Boss, should we have officers sail the ship over? If those bastards get tough, we'll give them a cannon blast!"
"Get tough? How many guns does the education department have?"
"But you're right to be careful. Do as you say, stock up on ammunition, and transport two Katyushas over on the RoRo ship."
If they got tough!
He'd show them what Victor's slap felt like.
Rushing to the police station, EDM had already assembled. The group boarded 4 helicopters. Besides the Mi-8 and SA.321Ja helicopters, Victor had also exchanged for an American Sikorsky H-3 transport aircraft nicknamed "Jolly Green Giant" that could carry 28 people.
The other was an AH-1 "Huey Cobra"!
Vigorously developing air power could maintain anti-smuggling activities in the waters around Guadalupe Island, going up and giving them a direct hit.
However, in the short term, probably no drug dealers would dare take this route.
Annual losses exceeded billions of dollars.
Three helicopters escorting Victor's aircraft quickly reached Ensenada, landing on the city hall helipad. As soon as he stepped down, he saw Alejandro waiting.
The two men gripped hands tightly.
Alejandro hooked his shoulder intimately, lowering his voice. "The man who came is called Zafarulla Tejera. He's here as a mediator."
"For whom? Drug dealers?"
"Who else could it be?" Alejandro said helplessly. "You've killed too many recently. The drug cartels lost their most important channel. They can't accept such huge losses."
Victor nodded and asked the key question. "Why send someone from the education department? Does he have deep connections?"
"He's Lauro Salinas de Gotari's father-in-law."
This surname sounded familiar to Victor. Suddenly it flashed in his mind. "That bald guy's brother?"
Alejandro nodded.
The bald guy was Mexico's current leader, Carlos Salinas!
His own brother's father-in-law became deputy of the education department, then came to plead for drug dealers?
Good, good, good!
Truly worthy of Mexico's corrupt bureaucracy!
Victor knew this kind of nepotism was unavoidable in any country, but having a country's leader involved in drug issues was rare.
"Where is he?"
"In the office." Alejandro said helplessly. "He's quite arrogant."
Victor nodded. "I love arrogant people."
Better to have hard bones, so they wouldn't die too quickly when beaten.
The group walked toward the office. City hall staff they met along the way respectfully greeted him. Victor didn't put on airs, smiling and waving.
"You're more suited to be a politician than I am." Alejandro sighed seeing this.
"Politicians aren't about who's suitable or not, but whether interests drive you."
Victor pushed open the door. Seeing the scene before him, he raised an eyebrow. A slightly balding middle-aged man was lounging with his legs crossed, stroking his chin while looking at a busy female secretary inside with ill intent.
Many others sat nearby.
From their appearance, they didn't look like good people.
But the bald Carlos Salinas and his brothers weren't good either. At age 12, he had shot and killed a 12-year-old maid, which even made the social papers, but...
His father was a federal congressman from a prominent family.
The balding man, Deputy Education Minister Zafarulla Tejera, heard the door open and looked over. Seeing so many people at the door, he raised an eyebrow and smiled happily. "Victor, come sit."
Acting like he owned the place?
Victor smiled and nodded, walking in and scanning around.
No seats left.
All occupied.
"You've been a bit too extreme lately. Some people are very unhappy, but don't worry, these are small problems. Young people, it's normal. I was like this at your age too. Just change a bit." Zafarulla Tejera just made him stand there.
Then spoke like lecturing a junior.
"Are you disrespecting me?" Victor suddenly asked.
"??" Zafarulla Tejera was stunned.
Victor kneed him, hitting his ribs directly, grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall. "Damn! Everyone came to greet me, but you didn't? What are you? You didn't come!"
"You don't respect me!"
Victor grabbed the familiar weapon "ashtray" from the table and smashed it on his head. "When I come, even Satan has to stand up, and you sit there talking to me? Didn't your mother teach you respect!"
Alejandro rubbed his forehead. He knew this would happen.
He had already advised Zafarulla Tejera, saying Victor had a bad temper. You know what he said?
"Bad temper needs to improve. Mexicans should be gentlemen."
Well...
You want him to be a gentleman, he'll beat you into shit.
Alejandro didn't plan to intervene. Victor, you beat him, just don't beat me.
The ashtray's bottom was about 3cm thick. This blow hit him hard.
Standing up panting, he kicked the man's mouth with his heel, directly shattering his teeth.
Victor turned around, looking at others in their seats, pulled over Zafarulla Tejera's chair and sat down. "This seat, I sit in. When I'm not here, you stand. Don't you move!"
He yelled at a man with glasses who had just adjusted his spectacles.
"Drag him out and beat him!"
Kennedy led two officers dragging him to the next room. Screams rang out but quickly went silent, obviously his mouth was covered.
"When I speak above, not making you kneel is already good, yet you still move." Victor's gaze swept over them as he held up three fingers.
"I'll say three things."
"First, stop being dogs for drug dealers. I'll settle accounts with you sooner or later."
"Second, don't set your sights on me. I can't tolerate any sand in my eyes. If you're not honest, I'll smash you to pieces!"
"Third, you be your official, I'll be my police officer. If you don't let me be police, I won't let your ass sit steady!"
"Anything else? If not, get lost."
Victor waved his hand. Several staff members who came with Zafarulla Tejera ran away. At the door, "Wait!"
The group shuddered all over, turning around with mournful faces.
"Drag him away."
They frantically carried the unconscious Zafarulla and left in disarray.
"You've really offended the higher-ups badly this time." Alejandro sighed.
Victor's eyebrow twitched. "Right, offended them badly."
"Since I've offended them, let's be even more ruthless. Zafarulla and his group won't leave Ensenada alive!"
Alejandro's heart trembled. Seeing Victor's expression didn't look like he was joking, he swallowed.
"He doesn't respect me. I'm quite rebellious."
Who says you can't be rebellious at almost 30?
Adolescence came a bit late.
"The Tijuana drug cartel still has people resisting. I think we need to be careful lately." Alejandro was also smart.
Couldn't he see it now?
Ensenada and Guadalupe Island were going against all of Mexico, having already offended many vested interests.
Victor and Alejandro were reformers with no retreat.
Did you think bowing your head would solve things?
Bowing your head would only make you die faster.
If you weren't tough, drug dealers would climb all over you. Then maybe you'd appear in toilets, sewers, wilderness.
Then scattered here and there.
...
"Long live Mr. Victor!"
A large crowd gathered outside city hall, holding Victor's photos. Hearing he had come, a group of fanatic followers were shouting loudly.
Some even placed his portrait alongside God's.
This was the highest treatment.
"We want work! We want work!"
Across the street, another group had also gathered, holding signs that read: "Vamos a comer! no hay narcotraficantes, no tenemos trabajo! (We want to eat! No drug dealers, we have no work!)"
"These bastards, don't they know how disgusting drug dealers are? They're betraying the country."
"More fanatics, bah!"
The two groups disliked each other, glaring.
Suddenly, someone's shoe flew over - this was the spark. The two groups directly started fighting.
Hundreds of people brawled together!
(End of Chapter)
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