Chapter 191 "Who Can Judge Me, Who Dares to Judge Me!"

"Francisco Franco!"

This name makes the people in the Spanish intelligence department emo.

Who wouldn't be afraid?

You eat hot pot and sing songs late at night, play poker with women, and then those people rush in and shoot at you. Do you wear a bulletproof vest when you have sex at night?

Fear!

Fear!

Marcelinho glanced at the four-eyed boy, "Aren't you going to fight him alone? Go in and see if you will be beaten into a sieve."

"You still have time to joke!"

The four-eyed boy was like his pants were flipped up, not caring that the other party was his superior, and he was angry.

Marcelinho took a puff of cigarette calmly, threw it into the trash can next to him, squinted his eyes, and looked at the police officer singing loudly, but he thought of a lot.

The last time that military songs were so important was Germany during World War II.

For example, a song from World War I was recomposed, which is the famous "Lili Marleen". The mood of the song is a bit similar to "When Will You Return", and there is also a movie of the same name.

In addition, the Air Force also has songs such as "Stuka Song" and "Bombing England".

It has improved the combat effectiveness of the army in a certain way.

But you are a drug control unit, it is very scary to do this, you know?

Fortunately, there are no Poles here.

Otherwise, I thought I was blitzed again.

Behind the EDM elite personnel is the EDTV led by Zolph Sherman. They drive 4 122mm tracked self-propelled howitzers, which are also equipped with anti-aircraft machine guns. This battlefield warrior can provide fire support for the "Wiesel 1" infantry fighting vehicle in front.

The tracks are pressed on the roads in the city, and you can still see clear traces left on them. The infrastructure is really poor.

Buzz buzz buzz~

Marcelinho and others heard the roar of the engine in the air, raised their heads, squinted their eyes, and dodged the stimulating sunlight.

Then they saw the six-plane Bell 212 rumbling over in the sky.

"He is showing off his military power!" Four Eyes frowned and said in a deep voice, "Damn it!"

Marcelinho looked at him like a fool. What else can he show off if not his military power? The air force and ground forces passed by, and even if there were any resistance characters in Hermosillo, they would be nothing more than ants.

Spanish intelligence officers are all this kind of stuff!

Job hopping! Job hopping!

Damn, I don't know if Victor has an intelligence department? And... can he take 250 days off for 300 days?

In fact, in Marcelinho's opinion, Victor's methods and narcissism are more like a private soldier of the 16th Regiment of the Baurielian Reserve Infantry.

But...

Definitely not, he is a policeman!

Marcelinho will not sympathize with criminals. Drug abuse, human trafficking, and acts that disrupt peace are shameful.

It would be even better if we could go to Spain to help fight the "ETA" armed forces in the Basque region.

If there is a chance, I must lead the way.

Enter Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora State.

Political significance is extraordinary!

Prove that the police have officially recaptured this state.

The police force occupies the "old three", the TV station, the city hall, and the military camp.

"Dear compatriots, residents of Hermosillo, the Mexican anti-drug forces will conduct military management of the city for a week, but it will not affect the lives of residents."

"Any residents who have no food due to hardship can go to the central square to get food. Please cooperate and actively report drug traffickers. The city hall will give a reward of no less than 600 US dollars."

"We also solemnly warn the drug dealers in hiding to surrender to the anti-drug forces! Otherwise, if we catch them..."

"Satan will also pity your way of death!"

Zolf Sherman has a paralyzed face and is more suitable to be a spokesperson. When he glares, he looks like a gangster.

The residents who are watching TV are so scared that they are about to cry.

Can you say it without pointing at us?

We are scared.

An hour after the police took control of Hermosillo, a team of police officers broke into a hospital.

"Officer, officer, this is a private hospital..."

A doctor hurried over with a nurse and said.

"How private is it?" The leader of the team was Marcus Phoenix, the captain of the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Administration's Anti-Terrorism Team". He raised his eyebrows, "In Mexico, there are no private people! Only the government."

He pulled the doctor over, "Where is Governor Irving Lozano?"

"Our regulations..."

Marcus Phoenix waved his hand impatiently, "Don't force me to break your glasses."

"In 302!" The doctor quickly pointed to a ward and said.

"Thank you!"

He opened the door with the Drug Enforcement Administration's Anti-Terrorism Team. There were three people sitting inside. When they saw the police rushing in, there was a flash of fear in their eyes.

"Who are you and what are you doing!"

"Irving Lozano is suspected of providing assistance to drug dealers and participating in human trafficking in Sonora. Here is an arrest warrant!" Marcus Phoenix provided a piece of... blank paper?

"There is nothing here! This is slander!" A young man said excitedly.

MD, Casare is busy flattering, why don't you really give an arrest warrant.

In fact, Irving Lozano was not wronged.

He was really "actively" trafficking in people!

In 1988, a local newspaper broke the news and provided evidence, but the reporter's family was killed that night.

No one dared to investigate this matter.

If Victor wants to kill you, he has to find a reason. He is not a person who kills innocent people. If he says that you, Irving Lozano, are guilty, then you are really guilty!

"Are you...resisting?"

Marcus Phoenix asked in a deep voice with narrowed eyes.

This made the other party speechless.

"Ahem, officer, our Lozano family is willing to help Mr. Victor and help him stabilize Sonora." One of the three white-haired old men stood up and said.

"Lozano family?"

"Yes, we have been in Sonora for more than a hundred years, and we have 17 people serving as councilors..."

This old man seemed to be reciting a family tree.

Marcus Phoenix suddenly went up and kicked the other party directly. The old man hit the wall directly, holding his chest, and groaned.

"Do you think I won't hit you just because you are an old man?"

"Lozano family? It's Victor's era now, old man, don't you check the almanac before you go out?"

"Are you pretending to be NMB for me, family? Under Victor's rule, all people are equal!" Marcus Phoenix had a dark face and waved his hand, "Send Mr. Governor on his way."

The police officer behind him rushed up to unplug Irving Lozano's oxygen machine, lifted him up, opened the window, this is the 17th floor.

Just throw it down!

Bang!

It hit the car below, and the alarm suddenly started to scream.

"You... you are so cruel, we must impeach you and go to Mexico City to accuse you of your behavior!" The young man was still angry and didn't know how to hide it.

Marcus Phoenix narrowed his eyes and grinned.

Bang, bang, bang...

There was a burst of gunfire in the ward, and the doctors and nurses sitting outside were trembling with fear. After a while, they saw the police coming out.

The leader even glanced at them.

Just as the doctor was relieved, Marcus Phoenix stopped and turned his head, "Did you do those human organ removals here?"

The doctor's face changed drastically!

...

And in the Hermosillo State Capitol.

Standing not far from the city hall, there is a fountain at the door, which looks quite unique, but this thing... cost 300,000 US dollars!

To spend so much money, you can just pull a civilian on the street and use them as a living fountain.

Mexico began to implement the parliamentary system in 1811. Each state is almost highly autonomous, with its own constitution, army and parliament, and they have the final say in everything.

Many times, the people sitting in the National Palace of Mexico are just pushed forward by their common interests.

So...

Sometimes, they are trafficking drugs just to protect their own interests.

There is a reason why many presidents are arrested by the United States after they step down.

Why did Victor make such a big show and said that no state was willing to surrender?

Brother...

Victor is "destroying" the living soil of drug dealers and rubbing these bastards on the ground. Do you think they will surrender?

It is possible that the head of a city below surrenders, but the governor...

If the United States has a "military-industrial complex", it is a huge interest group composed of the military, military-industrial enterprises and some members of the U.S. Congress.

Then Mexico is a "drug complex", a huge interest group composed of corrupt politicians, the military and most ordinary people.

He is against everyone!

A country that cannot be saved even by a strong man from heaven.

The biggest use of this place is to serve as a garbage recycling plant for the United States, especially after the signing of the North American Free Trade Agreement. Only ordinary people know how miserable this place is.

Around the millennium, this place was still the territory of many illegal immigrants. They rushed through the primeval forest, entered Mexico, and entered the lighthouse from here.

About one million people illegally enter the United States every year, but why has the population base not increased in the following decades?

Where did these people... go?

God can't save Mexico, so please let God come down and let Victor sit on it!

In the Sonora State Congress.

Everyone was sitting quietly, no one said a word.

They were... against Victor!

When the anti-drug team entered the city, no congressman went to greet them. They wanted to use their own means to tell the tyrant.

We can't be defeated by you!

Bang!

There was a loud bang at the main door of the parliament hall, as if someone was hitting it with a hammer outside.

The sitting members panicked.

"Quiet!" The state speaker sitting on the upper floor sneered, with a centipede-like scar on his face.

This is a presumptuous question, are you the speaker or a bandit?

Under his shouting, the members quieted down a little, staring at the door, and heard a "click".

The door was smashed open.

A group of fully armed police officers rushed in.

"This is the parliament! It's a sacred place!" The speaker stood up and said righteously, "Violence should be kept away!"

It's so righteous.

Actually...

Hehe.

"You are having an illegal gathering." The leading police officer said gloomily, "Disband and go home immediately."

"This is the parliament! It is a right stipulated by the constitution! Illegal gathering? You, Victor's lackey, are you kidding me?"

"Mr. Victor has not approved it. Any gathering of more than ten people is illegal!"

Many congressmen were furious when they heard this.

MD.

We used to have the final say in Sonora State. We should have said this. You just arrived and you are stealing our lines?

"According to the laws of Sonora State, Victor is a traitor. He is shaking Mexico. We have to judge him. He is a sinner and a criminal! He is the most dangerous one in the country."

"Who is going to judge me?"

"You?"

"You again?"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside. The voice was very loud and it was obvious that he was in good health.

Victor walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, looking around with a disdainful look. All the people he pointed at were lowered. Victor pointed at the cross and said deafeningly, "It's still God!"

"Who can judge me, who dares to judge me!"

"A place where filth and dirt are hidden!"

Victor looked at these people with disgust. Looking at them one by one, they were all involved in drug trafficking. Even the speaker shouted the most, but he was a senior leader of the Sinaloa drug cartel.

The points are as high as: more than 13,000,000!

This guy, taking advantage of his position, usually harms good people.

The fierce speaker was suppressed by Victor, but he was still very tough

"Victor!"

"CNM! Who told you to call my name? Pull it down! Kneel on the ground!"

The two police officers rushed up aggressively, pulling the other party down hard, and the other party was also fierce and punched back.

"Fight back?"

Victor, holding a cigarette in his mouth, snatched the rifle of the police officer next to him, pulled the bolt, aimed at the speaker and started firing.

Directly one round.

After the bullets were used up, he was still not satisfied, so he rushed forward, dragged the speaker's body to the side of the platform, like dragging a dead dog, and the blood soaked the ground. He said gloomily to the congressmen sitting below, "I hit you to give you face, don't fucking think I'm kind!"

"Here, whoever I want to die, will die!"

"What's more, you are a bunch of people who are willing to be running dogs for drug dealers?"

He turned around and took off the cigarette butt, squeezed it on the face of God on the cross next to him. I don't know what material it is made of, anyway, half of his face was burned immediately, and the cigarette butt directly made a hole.

"It's useless, it's so small that I can't even see it!"

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