Working as a police officer in Mexico

A father worth billions of dollars...

When Victor saw the seven-digit points, he couldn't move his eyes. Looking at the embarrassed-looking middle-aged man in front of him, he really wanted to kill him!

But reason told him, brother, calm down, you will be beaten into a sieve.

Maybe we can find a way to "bomb" the plateau prison in the future...

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have bombers.

Just like the Cali Cartel wanted to bomb Pablo, but the plan failed because there were no bombers.

Stepan's more than 70,000 points pale in comparison to him.

But who asked people to call him: Sicily Falcon?

People who are not familiar with the history of drug trafficking in Mexico are not very aware of such a person, because he is not a Mexican, but a Cuban. He was born in Matanzas, Cuba in 1945. He joined the military and intelligence services in Miami, United States. Acting as a double agent.

Later moving to Mexico, he established a drug trafficking business in Tijuana, and his drug trafficking network spanned the United States, Europe and even Asia. Known as the "drug baron" for his cold-blooded character, he is said to enjoy killing his enemies with his own hands.

Also talked about is his love history. He has had scandals with many actresses. It is rumored that he has more than 20 sons. His little fan brother and later legend, Joaquin Guzman, also followed suit. It got to the point where he was "lustful".

But this guy is too arrogant and will be in trouble.

He was arrested in 1975 in his mansion in the Colonial Pedridge in Mexico City, but he escaped a year later by digging a tunnel. Later, his escape method was successfully imitated by later generations, even in Hong Kong movies. This section.

It fully explains the truth.

Mexican soil is perfect for digging holes.

When Falcon saw that the other party didn't answer his question, his face was obviously annoyed. He was about to scold this little policeman for not understanding the rules, when he heard the other party say, "What are you talking about?"

Victor smiled and leaned outside his cell door, "That's just a mad dog locked up in a cell. The most important thing to do when he comes out is to understand that if it's not your own territory, don't be so fucking arrogant. I have one principle as a human being, and others treat me Be polite, I will be polite to others, if they don’t respect me.”

As soon as the smile on his face faded, the whites of his eyes could be seen clearly, "Here, I am a policeman and he is a prisoner! I will let him understand that I killed him like a dog. Simple."

Falcon laughed angrily at his words, "No one has spoken like that in front of me for a long time."

"You have been locked up here for 13 years. The world has changed. You still want to show off to me? If you have the ability, you can dig a tunnel and see if you die first or me. Pretend you Where’s mom?”

With Falcon's status, he will definitely be beaten to death if he goes out. He started his fortune in Tijuana. Do you think the two brothers Benjamin and Ramon will let him retire safely.

He himself also understands that this world no longer belongs to him. Even though he was once one of the most powerful people, the situation in the world is that the waves behind push the waves ahead. This can be seen from his treatment in prison.

No one outside gave him money, and his life in a Mexican prison was worse than that of a dog.

He seems to have little background.

Victor looked at him with evil eyes, should he give the warden some money and exchange him out? When the time comes, the millions of points will be enough for me to be arrogant for a while.

Falcon wanted to say the dirty words in his mouth, but when he saw the look in his eyes, he swallowed them all and sat on the bed with a dark face.

"Be honest and don't get yourself into any fucking trouble."

Victor knocked on the prison railing with his stick and continued walking deeper.

In fact, Falcon may have been a good thigh in the early years, but now... bones in the grave.

Those who have no use value will only die.

In addition to drug lords, the third prison block probably held high-ranking government officials. When the Guadalajara Cartel collapsed, many unlucky guys were also imprisoned, and some were even Victor's boss.

Finally, in the cell labeled "A11", Victor found his target. There was an imperceptible coldness on the man's thin and shriveled face, and his solemn eyes seemed to be able to penetrate your inner defenses.

The sinister look on his face can't help but make people feel uneasy, and it makes people think, who in this world can truly predict what he is thinking in his heart?

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo!

Born into a poor family in the small mountain village of Sinaloa, Mexico, he worked as a state police officer and the governor's personal bodyguard at the age of 17, but the salary was too low. In the 1970s, he joined the "Lion of Sinaloa" Aviles. Use your connections to provide protection for drug cartels.

Aviles died during a drug raid in 1978. There were rumors that Gallardo betrayed the boss. No matter what, he became the talker. Unlike the previous boss who clung to a small territory, he was ambitious and had a bigger picture. Understand the principles of development in big cities.

The organization was moved to the second city, Guadalajara, and a super drug trafficking organization was born that spanned the 1980s and monopolized the U.S. market with annual profits of US$8 billion.

The original "square system" gathers all drug lords.

What is the square system?

That is, drug lords buy licenses from the police in various areas to operate drug businesses. Anyone who wants to do business in this area must obtain permission from the boss of the square.

This fully entangled the official poison together.

The protective umbrella continues to expand.

In 1981, Reagan came to power and intensified the crackdown on drug smuggling, blocking the transportation routes of Colombian drug lords and the Caribbean Sea. Through intermediaries, Gallardo contacted Colombia's two major drug trafficking organizations, Medellin and Cali. It was an instant hit.

The Colombians flew KKY to Mexico, and Gallardo was delivered by land to various warehouses in the United States within a week. In its heyday, the California Guard also served as a part of the transportation line.

In the Camarena incident in 1985, he betrayed the technician Quintero and the well-connected Donnetto, and he managed to survive by paying more protection money. But what made him unlucky was that during a routine inspection in the late 1980s, the United States The Drug Enforcement Administration discovered more than $7 billion worth of drugs at a warehouse in Sylmar, California.

Ironically, the safest thing about this warehouse is a lock worth $6.

This is the largest number of drugs found in a single time in the world, and the world record still exists.

7 billion US dollars is the goods of the Cali Group, and Gallardo, who is responsible for the transportation, has to compensate. Otherwise, do you think half of the goods are so easy to get?

Colombians will not follow you through legal channels.

His umbrella minister of defense immediately abandoned Gallardo, and in an instant, he became a lost dog. This explains the truth.

If the gloves are dirty, just change them. If the gloves are dirty, they are really dirty.

This is one of the reasons why Victor is reluctant to take off his "police uniform".

Politics is the biggest "name" in the world. Maybe drug lords can bribe the police to kill congressmen, but if I become president, I can announce that I will gain greater benefits.

After fighting for so long, Mexican drug traffickers still don't understand the principle of "starting with success" and simply use violence to solve problems.

After all, he is a new man. The Third Ward pays special attention to his guards. In addition to the necessary cameras, he also uses two locks on his door. The bed is covered with US dollars. This is his hobby.

Sitting on the bedside watching TV, perhaps understanding his current situation, Gallardo looked not very good.

Victor stood at the door and glanced at the surveillance camera without talking to Gallardo. What is your current status? What is his identity?

I usually go in and out of the mansions of high-ranking officials, and the people I see are either the governor or the mayor.

Now a little prison guard comes up and says, I want to hug your thigh?

People don't like you.

It seems that we need to "create" some opportunities.

Victor looked at him deeply, turned around and left. Gallardo turned his head when he heard the footsteps and saw his back.

Walking back to his office, he was about to open the door when he suddenly remembered that his armory room had not been patrolled yet. As soon as he took two steps back, a huge explosion accompanied by a shock wave sent him flying out and rolled on the ground. He walked around twice and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

A raging fire broke out in the office, and the iron door was blown away, lying twisted on the side. The sound was so loud that in an instant, alarms sounded throughout the third area, followed by the entire prison.

bomb!

X Damn you!

Someone is going to blow themselves up.

Colleagues rushed out screaming, some holding fire extinguishers, others running for their lives in embarrassment, the whole floor was in panic.

…

The fire was quickly put out.

Victor was sitting on the steps of the green belt downstairs, smoking a cigarette, his hands trembling a little.

Let’s be honest, who the fuck isn’t scared?

His ears are still ringing.

"Victor."

Casare ran over anxiously, held his shoulders, and looked carefully up and down, "How are you doing? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

This is the God of Wealth. If he dies like this, where will he make a fortune?

"Someone is trying to kill me."

Victor took a deep breath, held the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, raised his head and blew out the smoke, "You can't go to the hospital."

He looked around and lowered his voice, "Besides, there must be a mole in the prison area. Otherwise, how could this bomb be brought in?"

"Who do you think it is?" Casare asked softly, also very nervous.

Victor's eyes swept around his colleagues, and suddenly he saw Anna glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. When he saw his eyes, he turned his head away in a panic and hugged the colleague next to him to comfort him.

There's something wrong with this bitch.

Victor is a very small-minded person. If you offend him, it will be impossible for you to spend the night. Anna definitely knows what!

His chin nodded slightly, and Casare looked in his direction, "Ana?"

"you know?"

"I know all the women in the interventional psychology department and have wanted to have sex with them for a long time."

Victor almost laughed angrily when he heard this, covered his chest and coughed twice.

"I have checked the information of each of them. This Anna has a younger brother who is a college student, but it is said that he is also a gangster."

"Let Best investigate clearly. I want to know who wants my life!"

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