Mexico City!

I don't know when, but the news began to circulate that an arms dealer from the United States had a batch of goods in his hands, including Barrett, RPG-7 rocket launchers, PF98 120mm anti-tank rockets... Wait, but also heard, there are strategic weapons, such as submarines!

In an instant, the dark forces of Mexico were overthrown.

The militants in Mexico have always had a "grandiose" idea, for example, to transport drugs by submarine... Of course, this is what their predecessors, the Colombian flour tycoons, first came up with, wanting to ship directly from the bottom of the water to the United States, but because the fuel cost is too expensive, they ended up in the old, but that was already in the seventies and eighties of the last century, and now, after the millennium, the Mexican brothers heard the news and began to think about it again.

We have to make the flour industry bigger and stronger!

Juarez City, Chihuahua, Mexico!

This small city on the south bank of the Rio Grande has a chilling name: "The capital of murder!" ”

It has one of the highest murder rates in the world.

And this air is also filled with the smell of heroin, full of sin.

This is the nest of the Juarriz Group!

The Warrez Group was not involved in the flour industry at first, but was mainly engaged in kidnapping, extortion, and control of the business of smuggling into the United States through Mexico. At the beginning of this century, the Wariz Group began to participate in the drug business in Mexico, and even touched the drug trafficking trade to Central and South America for a time. Warez's business partners described the organization's business model: thousands of tons of cocaine were transported from Colombia to Mexico by commercial flights or special logistics trains, and then smuggled overland to the United States, and a vast drug trafficking network was built.

After the turn of the millennium, one of the seven most manic flour groups in Mexico and the North American hemisphere.

"Peng Peng Peng!"

There was a dull moan in a factory on the edge of the Rand, accompanied by a moan that was lowered to the extreme. I saw that there were a few people sitting casually, and there was a white man with a bloody face tied to the pillar, with horror in his eyes, but he wanted to raise his head, but he found that he did not have the strength, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and there was no good meat up and down the car.

And standing in front of him was a black man, with bandages on his hands, and blood dripping down, grabbing the white man's hair, and rushing to his knees, and the white man screamed as if he had returned to the light, and his eyes were about to bulge out.

"Boss, do you want to kill him!" The black man turned his head to look at a long-haired man behind him, his hair was hanging down to his shoulders, his cheekbones were a little prominent, and his eyes were calm and a little fierce, but his appearance was not different in the crowd.

But those who know him well know how cruel he is.

Nickname: "Ogre!" "Salcido, the leader of the Mexican Juarez group!

Moreover, he is also famous on the most wanted list in the United States, with a reward of up to $1.7 million, which few people dare to take.

Legend has it that this guy likes to cut off people's heads and fry them in a pan of oil until golden brown ...

Salcido was holding this ID card in his hand, and he could clearly see a photo on it, which was somewhat similar to the white man who was tied, and on the ID it read: FBI Agent Alleon!

Salcido held a cigarette butt, squinted, sneered at the corner of his mouth, smashed the document on the ground, jumped off the tire, walked up to the white man, grabbed the other party's chin and raised his head, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, "I hate it when people are sentenced to me, FBI?" Hehehe..."

His laughter was so penetrating that he pressed the cigarette butt directly to the side of the white man's face, who screamed in pain.

"Sew a ball on his face, and I think those Yankees will be very happy, and I will bring them joy." After Salcido said to the black man, he looked deeply, turned his head and walked towards the factory gate, there was a cry of pain behind him, the black man took out a dagger, and was bleeding Mr. Detective!

Salcido walked straight out of the factory gate, where dozens of heavily armed gunmen stood and portable bazookas.

"Boss..."Seeing him walk out, several henchmen who were smoking hurriedly threw cigarette butts on the ground.

"Kill my Yankees!" Salcido said with a dark face, and his henchman nodded, but his steps didn't move, and his face was a little ugly, which made him frown and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" ”

"Something happened to the shipment we sent to Honduras." The henchman looked at Salcido, who turned his head sharply, and the startled other party's head lowered a few points, and Salcido took two steps forward forcefully, "Are you kidding me?" ”

The Honduran market is one of the main markets for the Juarrez Group.

The rest of the United States and Canada have a small share, even negligible, and Honduras is worth $31 million!

"What's going on?" Salcido took a deep breath and calmed down a lot.

"The FJK organization in Tegucigalpa has killed our agents, and they say that if we dare to go any further, they will go to war with us!"

War?

Salcido's eyes shone like that of a beast, and his voice was cold, "Then go to war!" ”

It has only been three years since he took over this position, and he has killed all the old people in the group who are not satisfied with him, and his courage and determination are the most courageous of the generations of the Huaruiz Group. Shrink in the garbage of Honduras, wash your head.

"Boss, we... We don't have a lot of guys. "Confidants, last time they had a large arsenal handed over by the Mexican police, which contained more than 3,000 guns, more than 140 boxes of grenades, as well as mortars and small howitzers... The loss of intuition was close to $7 million, and the loss of the arsenal cost Wallez half of his arm.

Salcido blackened his face and scolded, "If you don't have a weapon, buy it for me, do you still need me to teach you?" Bastard! ”

The spit sprayed all over his face, and his henchmen didn't dare to wipe it with their hands, so they could only nod their heads and groan, "Boss, recently there was news from Mexico City that there was a person from the United States who was selling weapons, and there were a lot of them, and I heard that there were submarines..."

"Submarines?"

Salcido felt that the other party was joking, and laughed angrily, "Do you think now is the time for that hairy bear to burp?" Also submarines, why don't you say that there are also atomic bombs. ”

The henchman is a little aggrieved...

Salcido tilted his head and thought for a while, there would be no discrepancies in the news in Mexico City, and besides, that place Longtan Tiger's Den, daring to do business in such a high-profile place is obviously a bit of a background, thinking of this, Salcido couldn't help frowning again, is this true?

Although he was a little cruel, Salcido was not a reckless man, he liked to use his brain, thinking of all this, and said to his henchmen, "Prepare two million dollars, I'm going to Mexico City." ”

"Huh? Boss, if that place is known to other groups, I'm afraid..."

The relationship between the Walliz group and other flour organizations is not friendly, in order to fight for territory and fight for the people to help grow marijuana, these are all necessary to use violent means, each group has a blood feud, eager to kill the other, if the other party knows that Salcido went to Mexico City, I'm afraid... Will do everything he can to keep him.

"There's no place I can't go, and if those damn American idiots are willing to give me dollars, I'll put myself in jail!"