This is xico; the system here is completely different. xico City has no reason or ability to ddle in local elections if the people agree, then they truly agree!
"What about the excuse?"
"Just say I’m sick and don’t have much ti left."
After the mayor uttered these words, his vigor collapsed, and he seed to have aged a lot. After a mont of silence between the two, he spoke faintly, "I plan to go north."
"??! To Victor’s place?"
The mayor nodded with a bitter smile, "It’s ridiculous that a city has to be managed by drug traffickers."
"But...but he..." The aide was at a loss, "Victor kills people!"
"Don’t drug traffickers? Don’t Aricans?"
The mayor’s retort left the other speechless, "According to new notifications from the Northern Governorship, they welco any official to join the six Northern provinces, and apart from a few extrely wicked, all cris will be pardoned."
After hearing the last sentence, the aide muttered, "He’s not Jesus."
"He is xico’s Jesus; if he says you’re sinless, then you’re sinless!" The mayor looked at him deeply, "Maybe I won’t be able to be mayor there, I might even be downgraded to an ordinary civil servant."
"But I won’t have to live in fear anymore, Alessio. I won’t have to worry about my wife and children being threatened by drug traffickers on their way to work or school, nor about being found dead in Lake Chapala tomorrow because I didn’t take the money; I’ll be able to sleep comfortably every night."
The aide opened his mouth halfway, listening to these words.
The two were schoolmates, majoring in history in college, and they entered politics full of passion, hoping to fundantally change things.
But they were utterly powerless...
You refuse the money, you die.
You take his and not mine, you die!
You take the money and don’t do the job, you die!
If the job is not comfortable, you die!
He was like a chicken sitting in the office, waiting to be slaughtered by drug traffickers and the higher-ups.
"Go, xico’s truth lies in the north. Co with , Alessio, xico’s Jesus is in the north!"
Struggling in his gaze, the aide finally sighed and stood up, "May you find peace on your journey, Abufei." Explore more stories at .Côm
After finishing his words, he walked out the door.
The mayor, with a sad look in his eyes, covered his face, "Jalisco is dood!"
And at that mont, after finishing his speech, El ncho said to his younger brother Antonio Cervantes, "Take the money to xico City, and by any ans necessary, make sure the authorities call off the bounty on ; moreover, we must join xico, but I have to keep my arms."
Antonio Cervantes frowned, "Would xicans agree? Would Victor agree?"
"Victor at most is a warlord; he’s not the governnt recognized by the Aricans! On xico City’s side, the CIA will help us." El ncho’s eyes sparkled.
The younger brother imdiately shut his mouth.
He knew his brother had t with the CIA. What the two discussed, no one knew, but the CIA certainly painted a lot of big pies.
After the talk, Antonio knew that his brother, who was in charge of money laundering, had his wife Valencia transfer nearly 30 million US Dollars into 21 anonymous accounts!
The CIA is the real protection umbrella for the Jalisco New Generation.
"I’ll go tomorrow."
"Be careful; if anything feels off, run imdiately."
Antonio laughed, "Don’t worry, big brother, I’m excellent at escaping."
El ncho always felt a twitch in his left eyelid, a bit ominous, but he still patted his younger brother’s shoulder and comforted him with a few words.
As long as he won the mayoral race, he could use the power of the governnt to satisfy his own desires!
CIA, you must co through!
…
In Tijuana Victor’s office.
Bring a submachine gun to the United Nations?
Nurnisha Kalis’s brain shrank.
What for?
Are you going to spray them all?
You might as well bring a plane full of ashtrays.
"I’m just joking, haha, you have no sense of humor, Ms. Nurnisha," Victor said with a laugh when he saw the other party scared stiff.
Her facial muscles tensed up, followed by a forced chuckle.
Squeak~
Victor opened the drawer and took out a check, placing it in front of her, "Thanks for the information; use this money to buy a coffee."
Nurnisha Kalis looked down, saw that it was for 50 thousand US Dollars, and her smile instantly beca very happy, "Why so formal?"
While saying so, her body was honest, adeptly pocketing the check.
Fifty thousand dollars for a coffee, Victor was incredibly generous!
The United Nations International Narcotics Control Board didn’t have any real power, who cared about you? When you want to conduct local investigations on drug issues, the local governnt might not even cooperate with you.
Like in Haiti, they even faced extortion from the Duvalier father and son, demanding an annual sponsorship of 2 million US Dollars to inspect locally.
It was utterly outrageous.
Having received the money, Nurnisha Kalis beca even more enthusiastic, "This conference may nominate the soon-to-be-established Director of the Drug Prohibition Office."
"Oh? So soon?" Victor frowned.
"You don’t have to worry, I will talk to the heads of the other two departnts; we have the right to co-nominate, but this..." Nurnisha made a gesture for money.
"No problem."
Victor moved the ashtray to the side and leaned forward on the desk, "A million, I want this nomination. If I win the election, another million US Dollars for each person!"
Nurnisha Kalis imdiately sat upright, "No problem!"
She could barely contain her smile.
"Rest assured, I’ll handle this."
In the Western world, money is almighty!
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