The Tijuana drug trafficking group wanting to cover up this incident was simply impossible.
Many people and organizations were pushing things along behind the scenes.
It directly topped Mexico's "trending searches," with even neighboring America having considerable news coverage.
Mainly because Tijuana drug trafficking group was really "too prominent."
Originally you were just a class full of poor students, and the teacher already found you very annoying. Then you were still the little tyrant among the poor students - when the teacher spoke in class you'd fart, occasionally even slapping the teacher and telling him not to get too jumpy.
After class you'd pull classmates' underwear and flick their little brothers.
Such a student...
Was quite "eye-catching" indeed.
At this time in the Sinaloa Group.
The bewildered leader Palma looked at Guzmán, "Your people... killed Ramón and the others?"
Looking at him, then at the news on TV.
Suddenly felt... Guzmán was so dangerous!
Zambada sat beside them, smiling, "Impressive, Guzmán, worthy of you. With you, Sinaloa can definitely occupy Tijuana!"
This comment made Palma narrow his eyes.
When the boss starts being wary of his subordinate, originally Guzmán's abilities were already outstanding. Now you've killed the enemy's boss-level figures - this makes things very difficult for me.
Guzmán was also somewhat bewildered.
Hey, no!
I just had people cause trouble, and you directly killed Ramón?
He was about to explain when he saw Palma's meaningful look, immediately becoming nervous.
Palma was quite petty.
Stealing more spotlight than the boss - either bow your head or kill the boss.
But Guzmán not explaining made Palma even more displeased, while Zambada glanced at both of them from the corner of his eye, a barely visible smile on his lips.
All harboring ulterior motives!
Though the three had been "good friends" for over ten years, when Guzmán failed in business with his cousins, he took refuge under the single-generation drug lord Aviles, following Palma.
But after Gallardo was captured and Guadalajara Group disbanded, Sinaloa Group gained most of the territory, suddenly becoming very powerful, transporting drugs to America through tunnels 24 hours a day.
Nearly $15 billion annual income!
With more money and territory, they weren't as close as before.
Brothers would turn each other into dog shit!
"Not watching anymore! Nothing good to see." Palma suddenly turned off the TV, got up and left directly.
Only Guzmán and Zambada remained in the room. The latter asked with fake concern like a bitch, "What's wrong with Boss Palma?"
Guzmán turned his head, this short stocky man staring at him intently, "Zambada, do you know the urine smell on your body is about to overflow?"
Zambada immediately blushed with shame.
He had some illness - couldn't control the valve. This had always been his unspeakable problem. Guzmán saying this was like slapping him.
But the other gave him no chance, leaving with a dark expression.
Zambada was very patient, took a deep breath, picked up the orange juice in front of him and sipped it. He basically didn't touch alcohol - it affected brain thinking.
After Guzmán left, he saw the four Beltrán Leyva brothers standing at the door.
Boss Arturo said quietly, "Palma looked terrible when he left. What happened?"
"Have someone kill him!" Guzmán said with a dark expression, not explaining the reason.
The four brothers were shocked. Boss Arturo, the most capable, calmly analyzed that there must have been problems between the two, otherwise given Guzmán's patient and low-key personality, he'd never be so bold.
"I'll bring people to kill him tonight. Can you control Sinaloa?"
Guzmán spat into a nearby trash can, "Whether in the past, now, or future, Sinaloa is mine!"
The four Beltrán Leyva brothers were equally excited.
They were still small-time leaders but didn't want to remain small-time leaders forever.
Cousin!
We want to advance.
The death of Tijuana's Ramón brothers was gradually prying at the shackles of balance, accelerating the birth and destruction of various forces!
At Guadalupe Island TV station.
Victor in neat, crisp police uniform, having slightly adjusted his hairstyle, coughed. After "Guadalupe Island Current Events News" ended came the newly established program "Victor Has Something to Say." When was it established?
Just ten minutes ago.
Personally signed and approved by Police Chief Victor.
If you didn't want to become like that dog drug dealer, you'd better satisfy his basic "small requests."
"Sir, you can go on stage." The dispatcher's voice came through the earpiece. Victor walked on stage with a smile, full of energy.
Some people were naturally drawn to cameras.
"Fellow islanders, good evening everyone. I'm honored..."
...
"Mr. Victor!" Santos, who was reading in his room, heard the TV sound from the living room, jumped up excitedly, then ran out.
Valentina, busy working, smiled and shook her head helplessly.
"We're pleased to announce that in a major anti-drug operation, we killed 27 drug dealers, including important Tijuana drug trafficking group leader Ramón Félix and his three brothers, and wounded Benjamín."
"A perfectly successful victory!"
Santos exclaimed, then raised his hands in cheer. Of course he knew about Tijuana drug trafficking group. In Mexico you might not know what the president was called, but you absolutely had to remember several drug trafficking groups' symbols.
Otherwise if you met them on the street and accidentally angered them, your family would have to "trouble" themselves to look for you in roadside garbage bags.
Victor's numbers were naturally made up.
But without exaggerating, how could he praise his own bravery?
One purpose of public opinion was to elevate yourself and belittle others.
Most ordinary Mexican residents hadn't studied - even elementary education was considered highly educated. You had to say things they loved watching and hearing.
"Guadalupe Island Police Station announces a $4 million bounty on Tijuana drug trafficking group leader Benjamín Félix, and will provide both physical and psychological dual protection."
The $4 million wasn't for ordinary people, but Victor telling other Tijuana drug trafficking group leaders not belonging to the Félix family.
With the Benjamín brothers dead and no helpers, when else would they rebel if not now?
Killing the boss was a Mexican gang tradition.
This time Guadalupe Island TV station didn't limit channels, meaning other cities in neighboring Baja California that could pick up the frequency could see his speech.
In a university cafeteria in Ensenada, the cafeteria owner had casually changed channels, no one paying attention, people still chatting carefully about Tijuana "gossip."
But when Victor's voice came from the TV, the originally chaotic cafeteria sounds suddenly quieted.
All university students looked up at the TV in bewilderment.
Victor on screen was very serious, with deep restrained eyes, upright posture, but seeming to have everything under control.
Full of Latin American male toughness and an indescribable "integrity."
If there were video bloggers now, there'd definitely be an episode: "Heaven-sent Tough Guy!"
"I am Guadalupe Island Police Station Director Victor Carlos Vieri. I'm dedicated to solving Mexico's drug problem. I hope anyone can join this war. Compatriots, Mexico has reached the moment of national extinction. Kill drug dealers! Kill them all! The land of the war god should be forever praised!"
"Gentlemen!"
"No matter what price we must pay, we will defend our island and country. We will fight on the beaches, we will fight on the landing zones, we will fight in fields and streets, we will fight in hills and heights. We will never surrender."
"My country has a lion's heart, and I only hope to awaken its roar."
"I sincerely invite all talents to join Guadalupe Island Police Station. We will provide at least $1,000 monthly salary and generous benefits. If you hate drug dealers as much as we do, please contact us."
Mexico meant war god.
Victor's resounding voice came from the TV. Young people were always hot-blooded, especially in higher education institutions. No one wanted to lie flat and be a parasite when young - everyone hoped to change the world.
Punch this dirty world to pieces!
Cleanse things that annoyed them!
Many university students clenched their fists, somewhat excited by Victor's words.
Suddenly...
They saw the TV explode.
"Gilipollas! (Bastard!)" A university student in designer clothes stood up and directly pulled out a gun, shooting the TV.
From his manner... obviously had considerable connections to Tijuana drug trafficking group.
Glass scattered everywhere.
Some people quickly lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
But others were equally passionate.
"What are you doing!" A student in somewhat shabby clothes bravely stood up, glaring at him through gritted teeth.
The other was stunned seeing someone stand up to question him, but immediately became angry, turning his gun toward him and cruelly pulling the trigger.
But no bullet came out - the gun jammed?
"Classmates, kill this drug dealer!" The student raised his hand and charged, punching the other down with one blow.
People needed leadership. When someone took the lead, more would continuously respond. Over a hundred male students joined this "one-on-one" fight.
They actually beat him to death!
Directly achieved meat paste.
With so many people, one piss from you and one from me could drown him in stench.
The leading university student was also panicked seeing death, but then stood on a table, raising his hand, "Classmates, killing drug dealers isn't illegal!"
"We're going to Guadalupe Island!"
"We're joining Mr. Victor's team!"
"We're going to save Mexico together!"
Someone hesitantly asked, "Guadalupe Island is in the Pacific Ocean. How do we get there?"
This was like a bucket of water poured from overhead, instantly cooling everyone down.
Right, that was the Pacific Ocean in between. Swim across?
They'd be eaten by sharks in the sea.
The student standing on the table was very nervous seeing this.
If Tijuana Group people came, they'd be dead.
"We can contact Guadalupe Island Police Station. They must have a way." Suddenly a student said.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Now they could only try desperate measures.
"Who has a phone?"
"There's one in the cafeteria."
"Go! Rush in, quickly make the call. If drug dealers come we'll be too late."
(End of Chapter)
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