The drug dealers besieging the convoy were quickly routed.
They hadn't even used artillery coverage yet.
It was just that they were currently in the city, which didn't align with Duke Victor's "interests." After all, he came to kill drug dealers. If civilians were hurt, those reporters would definitely write nonsense.
Should he...
Kill the reporters too?
The cleanup inside the TV station was also coming to an end. Seeing the "support forces" scattered, many drug dealers directly surrendered.
"Calling number one!!" An excited voice came through the radio.
"What is it?"
"We caught Zambada!"
...
"Rookie" Giancarlo Prada smiled bashfully but stood with his chest out. The captain was also dumbfounded, constantly patting his shoulder. "Kid, you're going to get rich!"
Officers nearby also looked at him with envy.
Behind him by the Humvee, many people were tied with rope, squatting listlessly on the ground, still bandaged. Anyone who could squat meant they were still alive. Others lay beside them.
"The chief is here!"
An officer at the perimeter shouted. Everyone dispersed as Victor and his group walked in. He glanced at the squatting drug dealers. Casare went up and grabbed a man in a suit by the hair, directly pulling him up.
"Boss, it's Zambada!"
He was obviously quite frightened. "Don't kill me, I can surrender. I know where Guzmán is. I can help you catch him."
Victor completely treated this as hot air.
If every drug lord leader were easy to catch, would the Americans offer such huge bounties?
"Who caught him?" Victor shouted loudly.
The captain quickly pushed Giancarlo forward, shouting, "Chief, it was him."
Victor turned his head, looked at the shoulder insignia - trainee officer. This was a newly joined "intern."
He thought it was some old EDM officer.
Giancarlo was obviously very nervous seeing Victor, quickly standing at attention and saluting. "Hello, Chief."
"Excellent, very excellent!"
Victor happily patted his arm. "This is a great achievement. What do you want?"
"Chief, I... can I get priority for housing?" Giancarlo boldly asked.
Victor's money-making tool Bestla believed real estate was most profitable.
Moreover, as long as Mexican society was stable, housing prices would definitely rise. So Victor's "Hope" Group acquired several plots in Ensenada and Guadalupe Island at extremely low cost.
One plot was planned as "Officers' Home." Outstanding officers could get a 4-bedroom, 2-living room, 2-bathroom house there, about 170 square meters.
Of course only usage rights, no resale rights.
Whether Guadalupe Island Police Department or Violent Terrorism Mobile Team (EDTV) could enjoy this benefit.
Although currently funds were insufficient, staff undetermined, machines inadequate, when this news was announced, it still stirred quite a wave among officers.
Many wanted to get a house there.
This was also Victor's way of winning people over.
You had to let others see the benefits of following you. Otherwise why follow you?
Those fighting on faith alone were ultimately very few.
Victor paused, smiling. "Do you know how much America is offering for this person?"
Giancarlo shook his head. "I'm following the chief to fight drug dealers. American bounties have nothing to do with me."
These words were quite pleasing.
You've widened your path, kid.
"Okay, I promise you. When the first phase opens, you choose first! And I'm not that stingy. One of your brothers can enter Guadalupe Island Police Academy without examination. I'll also reward you 100,000 pesos!"
"After we return, you'll skip trainee status and become an officer!"
Giancarlo's face wrinkled into a smile, shouting loudly, "Thank you, Chief!"
He might not know the president's name now, but Victor's position in his heart was definitely high.
Victor naturally didn't intend to build military power for self-importance.
That would simply be banditry!
What he wanted was just "Mexico's peace." How to achieve peace? Become the leader himself.
"Brothers don't need to envy him. Once we pacify the Baja California riots, everyone can get rich. I won't be stingy with anyone who has merit." Victor raised his hand and shouted.
"Long live Chief Victor! Kill all drug dealers!"
This voice...
Carried very far.
Morale was high.
At this moment, if there were a coup in Mexicali capital, this group could lift Victor to the governor's position, but there was no need.
He was police!
He reasoned with people.
Victor squeezed out from the officers. Casare quickly followed him. "Boss, what about Zambada?"
"Do you think Guzmán and them will rescue him?"
"Probably difficult. Zambada is Sinaloa's number three figure, no, number two figure now that Palma is dead. But Guzmán doesn't necessarily like him, might even prefer him dead? If he dies, Guzmán can monopolize power alone." Following Victor, Casare had also broadened his horizons.
Victor nodded. "Then we'll force him to rescue!"
"In tomorrow's televised speech, I want to announce that Zambada was captured by us, and in two days he'll be publicly executed by cannon in Mexicali square!"
"Zambada's been in Sinaloa much longer than Guzmán. He has two brothers there holding significant positions. His connections inside are very complex. If Guzmán doesn't rescue him, there'll probably be internal strife."
In 2018 when Guzmán's son Ovidio was arrested, armed conflicts occurred in the northern city of Culiacán. That kid was just one of Sinaloa's leaders at the time.
The Mexican government wanted to extradite him to America, which caused such incidents.
If they broadcast the execution live!
It would be a harsh slap in the drug dealers' faces.
For face or for the boss, Sinaloa would definitely make a statement.
Doesn't it resemble the "Summit War" in One Piece?
Casare swallowed. His brain could already imagine that if they publicly executed Zambada, whether drug dealers, civilians, or even people in Mexico City would voice opposition.
"Boss... such a big move, I'm afraid some will sing a different tune then."
Victor paused his steps, then walked into the TV station. "Then let them come talk to me. I'm reasonable."
"Contact everyone in Mexicali Security Department to see me. I want to ask them why they're so useless they can't even handle drug dealers!"
...
"What, Zambada was captured?!"
In a Mexicali residence, Sinaloa leader Guzmán frowned hearing this news. Beside him, Alfredo, the fourth of the Beltrán Leyva brothers, stood up. "Cousin, isn't this good news? If Zambada dies, you'll be the real leader."
Alfredo was in charge of Sinaloa's money laundering. His eldest brother Arturo was security chief.
"Shorty" promoted his cousins as soon as he took power.
This itself caused Zambada's dissatisfaction. The two sides had considerable internal strife. If not for external pressure, they'd have already started fighting.
Guzmán smoked, frowning. "What if Zambada's people insist we rescue him?"
"Don't forget, he has nearly over a thousand men under him."
This made the four Beltrán Leyva brothers look at each other.
"Why not bribe someone to kill Zambada! Then blame those police?" Eldest brother Arturo was more ruthless, first thinking of killing.
"Those outside police aren't easy to bribe." Carlos, third of the four brothers, said.
Guzmán frowned and exchanged glances with Arturo.
The two simultaneously looked at each other.
Instantly thinking of a name.
"Baja California Senior Marshal Commander: José Herrera Duarte!!"
(End of Chapter)
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