Chapter 756

Los ramons town.

After so long of stable development, seta seems to have healed the scars, forgotten the pain, and forgotten the lessons of history. He once again provoked many drug trafficking groups on his own.

Whether Sinaloa, cjng or other drug cartels, as long as all the drug traffickers in Los ramons are cleared, it seems that it intends to take this strategic place as its own.

This is naturally not allowed.

Los ramons is adjacent to Sinaloa's territory border and cjng's power territory. Seta hoards heavy troops here, threatening not only Sinaloa, but also cjng.

After all, seta's combat effectiveness is obvious to all. At the beginning, the picture of seta beating other drug trafficking groups running away is still vivid. If the government and all drug trafficking groups did not jointly crack down in the end, I'm afraid the current Mexican drug market would be the world of seta family.

However, those who can eat this bowl of rice will certainly not be fools. Everyone is afraid of seta's rise again, but cjng is not willing to be the pioneer.

obvious.

Seta attacked this time and forcibly occupied Los ramons, mainly in retaliation for Sinaloa's destructive behavior in Tijuana.

In that case, why should I help Sinaloa as a thug? Just watch the fire from the shore.

This cannot be said to be selfish and short-sighted.

For most people, I'm afraid they will make the same choice as cjng.

If you can't bear it, you'll make a big plan.

Even if these drug traffickers have read several books of art of war, their educational level is certainly not high.

They certainly haven't learned a truth.

——At first they went after Communists, but I didn't speak - because I wasn't a communist

Then they went after the Jews, and I didn't speak - because I wasn't a Jew;

Later, they chased and killed union members, and I didn't speak - because I wasn't a union member;

After that, they went after Catholics, and I didn't speak - because I was a Protestant;

At last they came to me, but no one stood up and spoke for me anymore.

……

"Cjng these soft eggs have no backbone at all. They were killed by seta. They didn't say a word. They're not even as good as women!"

In order to recapture Los ramons and defend the dignity of the group, Sinaloa specially sent a high-level man named Carl to personally lead the battle.

Carl had some brains. He knew that he wanted to take cjng to attack seta, and even offered an invitation to cjng, but he was politely rejected.

"Cjng, these guys must be going to pick up bargains in the back!"

"Pick up a bargain? Have a fucking dream!"

Carl said grimly, "when seta is destroyed, I see who dares to set foot on Los ramons!"

"Boss, the personnel have gathered."

Report wholeheartedly.

Carl's eyes were sharp and gloomy. He pulled the door and got in the car.

"Let's go!"

In order not to cause much sensation, dozens of pickup trucks and vans drove to Los ramons on different routes.

The first group is worthy of the first group. Sinaloa is very determined this time. In order to win the war, thousands of people were quickly dispatched a few days later.

You know, guns are treasures. Even drug cartels can't have one per capita.

But the nearly 1000 people, each equipped with guns and plenty of bullets.

let me put it another way.

If we leave aside military accomplishment, it is equivalent to a regiment's armed forces!

Look on the map.

Scattered convoys headed for the same destination from different directions and gradually converged at dusk. At this time, they gathered in Los ramons less than a mile away.

"Rush in and kill them all, leaving none!"

Carl's eyes were fierce and hissed the order to attack.

"Tu Tu Tu Tu..."

These drug traffickers were so excited and arrogant that they seemed not afraid of startling the snake at all. Unexpectedly, they began to shoot at the sky like crazy.

All the cars let go of their horsepower, roared over the mud and rushed to the town ahead.

Sinaloa's gang of drug traffickers are swaggering, waving guns and shouting like evil spirits from hell.

At this point.

In the small town of Los ramons, the doors of every family are closed. More than 3000 residents of the town seem to know what is about to happen and all stay closed.

Police investigation bureau.

Listening to the faint sound of gunfire outside, the chief inspector's arm trembled constantly, and the smoke in his hand seemed to be unstable. It seemed that he would fall to the ground the next second.

"Damn it! Sinaloa is coming! They are coming for revenge!"

Obviously, two major drug cartels are shopping. As the chief of police investigation, he seems to be more frightened and nervous than anyone.

"Head... What should I and we do now?"

The director is not the only one who has performed badly.

At this time, all police investigations in Los ramons looked like the end of the day. Their faces turned white, their teeth trembled, and some even their legs began to tremble.

Funny.

But also true.

It is reasonable to say that at this time, they in uniforms should rush out to stop crime, defend justice and maintain the security and stability of the town.

But they did nothing.

Just stay in the police station, like a frightened bird.

I don't blame them.

They did nothing - in other words, what could they do?

They're all right. They're only about 20 people. They can't find a few decent guns in their weapons. They rush out and die for nothing?

The meager monthly salary is not enough to cultivate their consciousness of sacrificing their lives for justice.

"What to do? How do I know what to do?"

The director's fingers trembled, pinched the cigarette and scolded his subordinates.

Obviously, the huge psychological pressure has completely lost his calmness, the most powerful man in Los ramons town.

Everyone dared not speak again and was frightened. They could only listen to fate. No one knew what would be waiting for them in an hour or a few hours.

"Pray."

The director took a puff of smoke, and the long ash shook off directly on his collar. His eyes wandered and didn't notice it at all.

"Pray that seta can carry it."

"Yes, seta!"

A policeman immediately said, "seta must not lose!"

It's ridiculous.

A gang of police investigators actually pinned their hopes on a drug trafficking group.

But now they have no choice.

Only if seta wins will they be safe.

And if Sinaloa falls back into the hands of Los ramons, who can guarantee what it will do to them.

"By the way, where's Hiro?"

The director looked around and found that one person was missing.

"Director, Hiro, he resigned."

"Resign?"

"Asshole! Did I agree! Did he want to sneak away?"

The director slapped the table hard.

His idea now is very simple. He wants to suffer together.

A policeman swallowed his saliva.

"Director, he didn't run. He... Joined seta."