Mexico - Narcotics - Lords - Who are the most? Most of these people came from poor and uneducated backgrounds, and when they discovered at the bottom of the social strata that drugs - drugs - could bring them a prosperous life, they were out of control. In the process, some people died at the hands of the black-eat-black rush guns; In the process, some people were imprisoned by the Mexican police, but in the end, the remaining people only had to think about two things every day, first, how to prevent the police from catching him, and second, who wanted to replace him and kill him!

How could any Mexican-drug-thug -- delve into the laws of the United States in such a situation? They can pick up a stack of dollars from their side that they don't care about on a daily basis, and they can get many lawyers who study law and don't come out to work until they are in their thirties to provide them with legal advice, and all the drug lords need to judge is whether this guy is reliable or not, and whether he will be cheated with the Mexican government or the American Federation.

In such a world, can you think of a -- poison -- a thug -- what would be the result of seeing the whole world from the perspective of a frog at the bottom of a well? The biggest change in their eyes is whether the cloud in the sky has been replaced.

Crowdy is this kind of woman, born in a small village in Mexico, she has not seen much of the world, after her man exchanged his soul for - poison - product - wealth, all she can see is that the family is becoming richer and richer, the woman who didn't know what Nike and Adi is can now wear gold and silver, and can dangle from the envious eyes of others, and occasionally some 'subordinates' accompany her to the mall and get her bag, She didn't care how many people and families her man had killed and destroyed with something that could turn into money at any time, she only knew that her son was in the best school in the country, and her family was living the most luxurious life in all of Mexico.

Such a woman. Will you understand what criminal prosecution is called? Does she know that what her son has committed is not to worry about at all? The only thing Crody remembers in his head is the lawyer's words, 'Be careful, every phone call we call could be intercepted by the DEA, and they'll find your nest!'"

Every lawyer knows that the result of collecting drug money from a drug lord to defend him and losing the case will make all efforts in vain, and if the police really catch the Nicholas family during this period, he will not only have his commission confiscated. It is very likely that you will also be investigated by the DEA!

The lawyer killed Crodi, and she was frightened by the lawyer's confusion and bluffing, and she only thought about the worst things, for example, would the police regard Arturo as Nicholas's spokesperson in Los Angeles? Will the drugs seized in New Mexico be counted on his son's head? If all this becomes a factor in the crime being measured...... The lawyer told her that the final sentence was likely to be life imprisonment, and it would definitely not be an empty word, and the US government even lynched Saddam Hussein? That's not a world with laws at all!

However, she didn't know that the lawyer would charge an extra salary for every defense proposal he prepared, and the lawyer could receive a huge sum of money if he charged his son with a crime that was unlikely to need to be prepared.

As a mother, how could Crodi bear the fact that her son, who had been born for two days and one night, disappearing in front of her eyes? So. The bills that didn't care at all were scattered in all directions, even so...... She's still going crazy, and she is anxious to blame all the blame on the police officer, who told you to arrest Arturo on the weekend not for justice and for the sake of the law? Why did you send my son to prison for yourself? You have to die, you have to die!

After Crowdy smuggled to Los Angeles, he bought a large amount of arms at a large price, and it happened that the entire Anti-Crime and Drug Enforcement Bureau was busy fighting with the Beverly Hills drug dealers at that time, and did not pay attention to the big deals on the black market. Korody sent his men to attack the weekend and Chekov separately, but what they didn't expect was. Both groups of people failed, and they also made a major case that shocked the whole of Los Angeles and even the United States.

She thought about running and going back to Mexico was the best option at the time, but as soon as the idea was finalized, Pablo declared war on them in the media, and Los Angeles stepped up its patrols. The F.B.I. thoroughly examines every Mexican with a tattoo on the head in all passages out of Los Angeles.

Crody had little choice but to wait. She didn't contact any of Nicholas's previous subordinates in New Mexico, and she only ordered takeout every day for fear of leaking the news and restrained her subordinates from never stepping out of the room, thinking that she would wait until this matter passed for a year and a half of hiding in her room.

Luckily, Crody escaped being tracked by the FBI. Because the Mexican who was captured by the FBI only revealed to them the identities and weapons of these people, but never said where these guys were, after all, his family was in Mexico, and a phone call from Crody could destroy his family.

However, God sent Crody to hell with his own hands after giving her luck, and the CIA, a department that is more informed than the FBI, is God's masterpiece to get involved, and he is punishing Crody at the same time as he punishes the weekend. Their whereabouts were quickly dug up, and the intelligence department that the Mi government spends more than 10 billion yuan a year to find them was like taking out a piece of cheese that had not expired in the refrigerator of their own home.

When the police came, the footsteps in the corridor kept ringing, and the innocent residents were escorted out of the building.

Did you find out? Only the utterly desperate will shout at the last moment: "Come on, I'm fighting with you!" ”

At that time, the saddest side of the world will be completely verified!

But now, Crody was stupid, and the news over the intercom with the police chief over the weekend let the woman know that her son had one day to leave prison, and these stupid actions made her almost kill herself.

"Are you listening, ma'am? I'm a negotiator at the Los Angeles Police Department, how about we talk? ”

Crowdy sat on the edge of the bathtub in her room, staring at the tiles on the floor, stunned, and the voice on the intercom hadn't yet come to her senses: "Ma'am." You still have a chance, and trust me, you really still have a chance. ”

Opportunity?

These two words are too important for those families who are still in Mexico, who wants to die? Who wants to venture into Mexico if they don't make money by being gunmen for you drug lords? If it weren't for the fact that the desert ants had a good settling-in fee after they died, the drug lords would have paid for their families to start a small business. Who wants to come to LA for this kind of suicide attack? Isn't it good to travel?

"Ma'am?" A gunman next to Korody reminded her, "Someone from the police is talking to you. ”

Korodimon glanced at the gunman, and then he reacted, "Oh. ”

"What did you say?" She said into the walkie-talkie, at this time, as a woman, she has no anger, all that remains is the kind of pity that must be hateful.

"Ma'am, I said, you still have a chance!"

"Surrender, just surrender, and I promise the police to arrange a meeting between you and Arturo in prison. Just surrender and you're good to go. Are you sure you still want to fight in this war? Are you sure you want to give up the chance to meet Arturo yourself? The negotiator's voice was very magnetic, and he tried to control his tone so that the other party would not be disgusted when he realized that it was an idiotic act to persevere: "Now put down the gun in your hand, I can promise you on behalf of the deputy chief of police that I will definitely let you meet Arturo, and I can also promise you that the deputy chief of police will intercede with the judge for you." ”

Matthew glared fiercely at the negotiator next to the command car outside the building, and said the moment he released the button on the walkie-talkie, "I, never, will intercede for that group of bastards!" ”

The negotiator looked at Matthew and responded, "The judge will never agree to your plea." In order for no more shootouts on this street, you have to intercede! ”

The two of them were deadlocked. Matthew stared at the negotiator as if he was waiting for something, he remembered that for the whole day today, whenever he encountered such a situation, he would stand up on the weekend, this kid was so easy to use, as if the whole world could not grasp the timing to make the weekend firmly in his hands.

No one spoke......

Matthew and the negotiator were at a stalemate when no one was rounding up at that time, and Matthew glanced back at the weekend. Weekend shook his head and said, "Don't look at me, I wish she was dead now!" ”

"Zhou!"

The negotiator glared at the weekend and shouted.

Weekend spread his hands and said, "OK, Fine, I won't say anything, is that okay?" ”

The negotiator took the walkie-talkie and looked at the two guys in front of him who had played against him. Stretched out his hand and said, "Next is my job, OK?" "He didn't want anyone to continue to interject at this time.

"Ma'am, are you still listening? As long as you can think of the police to name all of Nicholas' men in Los Angeles and every Mexican shipping route to the United States, maybe, you can survive. ”

Every onlooker at the scene was looking at this negotiator, and all the policemen's eyes were also on him, everyone knew that the current situation had come to an end, but the psychological unwillingness to entangle a wave of emotions could not fall. Like the sudden complaint on the weekend, like Matthew's anger, like the corpse being lifted up by the patrolman, but none of them will say these things in their hearts, after all, there are reporters behind them, and if the sound of that gaze can appear in the form of a barrage, I'm afraid that the reporter's photo collection will be full of such words......

Why can these Mexicans surrender? Don't you see the blood on the ground?

Why should you give her this and that condition? Don't you know that in addition to the tragic scene in front of you, Chekov is still lying in the hospital, and the building is about to be completely blown up?

Why...

Why?

Why!!!

I don't know who was the first in the crowd to say in a deep voice: "Kill her." Immediately, the second person did not even search for who the person who spoke and began to follow: "Kill her!" ”

Slowly, the voices grew louder and louder, and the residents on the third floor were especially outraged that their homes had been destroyed, and why did these residents who had come to Los Angeles from Mexico live in such a place if they could afford all the complicated insurance?

For a moment, the voices of indignation converged, and every policeman began to pay attention to the crowd, ready to stop the impulse brought by the anger, and at that moment, the whole street was full of ......

"Kill her!"

"Kill her !!"

"Kill her !!!"

"Kill her !!!!"

The weekend's 'I wish she died' may have been too loud, and the negotiator's attitude was misunderstood by most as a desire to save the woman with the leniency of the law...... At that moment, the crowd was excited! (To be continued.) )