The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 315: Morgan

Marcus looked at what he had in his hand and felt a little amused.

As the former head of the DEA's Los Angeles office, he's doing pretty well now.

He didn’t lose his job because all the drug lords in Los Angeles were gone, nor did he lose his job because of normal contraband activity in Los Angeles;
On the contrary, because this place became legal, formal and free, he was promoted and his work was taken more seriously.

Even the danger from dealing with the drug lords is gone now, and now they have to deal with the illegal growers. These people are no more threatening to them than before.

And those farmers are all decent people, and they are quite caring towards the DEA.

They now have a safer way to make extra money, but it's not from farmers, but from guys who are trying to get contraband out of California or who are buying it.

They are here to purchase goods in a legitimate manner, so they won't be as vicious as those smugglers who draw their guns at the slightest disagreement.

Therefore, Marcus has always believed that the whole of California is now full of vitality and everything is competing.

But what orders had he received now? A joint drug operation with Mexico?
No, although the two sides have always cooperated, and although the DEA has 62 drug enforcement offices in 86 countries around the world besides the United States, it is not surprising to receive such a joint operation.

But this time, the news received by the DEA was that the military was secretly involved?
No? What does this mean? Are you really determined to crack down on drugs?

But is there something wrong?

What does it mean to be determined to crack down on drugs in Mexico?
Look at the thriving poppy fields in California!
But Marcus figured it out immediately. In the past, he had to have some shame to go to Mexico to grow crops. But now he has no shame and the economy is bad. It is normal for him to grow crops directly at home and not let the middlemen make a profit from the price difference.

So after receiving the order, Marcus went to the border area, and then he saw an old acquaintance here.

"Oh, shit." Marcus looked at Jim. "Why are you here too? Does the LAPD have jurisdiction that far?"

Jim said with some dissatisfaction: "Do you think I really want to come to this place, Marcus? I still have to cooperate with your actions. There are many drug lords in Los Angeles, and they have a lot of secrets."

Marcus rolled his eyes and said, "Jim, you are talking nonsense more and more. It is true that many drug lords have been arrested in Los Angeles, but the biggest one is now in the California State Assembly!"

"Defaming Congressman Marcus."

“I didn’t even say who it was.”

"Even if you didn't say the name, do you think I don't know who you are talking about?"

"Forget it." Marcus looked at the platform not far away, and then said, "What is that thing on the border for?"

"News speech."

"I didn't tell you there was such a link when I came here."

"We are going to fight drugs, and this operation is quite large," Jim said, "We need a name, right?"

After Jim finished speaking, he asked curiously, "Do you have any news? Who is in charge? Mexico? Did they invite us?"

"Them?" Marcus curled his lips. "The group of government troops who were robbed by drug lords on the street and whose firepower was inferior to that of the drug lords? Their president doesn't want to live?"

"what is that?"

"The orders I received are still the same as before." Marcus said: "Kill some disobedient ones and support some obedient ones, but there is no mention of press speeches. However, it seems that the army will also go this time, so..."

Jim understood: "It's blocking the interests of those people in California, right?"

Marcus shrugged his shoulders. "There are many ways to make money. If the customer's business is not going well, then we can only raise the price. Raising the price means we will have to cut off the supply of goods."

Jim was silent for a moment, then looked at Marcus and said, "Be careful. If we make a big move this time, the DEA in Mexico will be in danger."

"Who says it's not true?" Marcus sighed, "Those masters want to make money, so they have to work hard for us, right?"

The stage over there was set up quickly and all the reporters arrived.

Marcus took his speech and went on stage with a group of people, including officials from California and Mexico.

Everyone described the dangers of contraband, and Marcus then produced some evidence and images left behind by contraband wreaking havoc in America.

This scene is easy to find, but before you could take it in California, now you have to go to cities like New York.

Then bring out some tragic examples of minors.

Such examples are not new in America and can be found in abundance.

Finally, let me state how abominable this thing is if it is not regulated, and then put the blame on some Mexican drug lords.

As for how those drug lords curse, it has nothing to do with them.

After all, the drug lords in Mexico ship so much goods, who knows whether these examples used their own goods.

When everything was over, Marcus took his men to Mexico.

The first thing I did when I arrived in Mexico was to contact the local DEA office.

But after seeing the people in the office, Marcus was a little confused.

The person in charge was still the familiar Simon, but the people around him all had cold eyes, and many of them had collars around their necks.

Although they were wearing uniforms, Marcus was sure that these people were definitely not from the DEA.

Neither in terms of mental appearance nor smell, they are similar at all.

After the handover, it is time to discuss specific actions.

The people in the office left, and Marcus finally had the chance to ask, "Simon, damn, where did those people come from? Are they mercenaries?"

Simon shook his head and said, "They were arranged by the higher-ups. They said they were professionals. You have been in the country the whole time. Aren't those guys from the headquarters?"

"I'm the person in charge in California, and our headquarters is in Virginia! How would I know this? Where are your people?"

"Undercover, investigating. Anyway, they are not around. The higher-ups just said that we only need to take them with us from now on."

"Why do I feel like these people won't listen to you?"

"You're right, bro." Simon said with emotion, "They really didn't listen to me. It was someone else. Morgan, he's in charge of these people."

"Morgan?" Marcus looked thoughtful. "What a familiar name."

“There are many such names in the movie.”

“No, no, no.” Simon waved his hand: “I always feel like I know this person.”

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

A white man walked in with a cold face. Marcus looked over and found that this guy had a cold face and a straight body. Marcus had seen many such people, and those soldiers were like this.

In an instant, Marcus figured it out.

Why does it feel so familiar? California, San Diego, San Diego Army Base Major General Morgan Caddour!
But after recognizing Morgan, Marcus became even more confused. What happened?
The military actually sent a major general! !
At this time, Morgan looked at Simon and said, "Is this the person from California?"

Simon nodded quickly: "Yes, Mr. Morgan, this is Marcus, the head of the DEA in California."

Marcus pursed his lips, sorted out his mentality, and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Major General Morgan, we have met before. At a banquet in San Diego."

Morgan looked at Marcus and said, "I don't remember him, but since you know me, it will be easy. You just need to lead others to cooperate in this operation. You don't need to participate in any other decisions. The command is in my hands. Do you understand?"

Marcus was stunned: "Don't need us? Um, Major General, DEA is..."

Morgan interrupted him directly: "The DEA was founded in the 1970s. You have spent 50 years fighting drugs, causing more and more contraband in America. I know all this."

Marcus felt like he was slapped in the face, but he didn't dare to slap back.

After all, they were not wrong.

Morgan continued: "My people and I will be in charge of this operation. I will not say it a third time. If you have any objections, get out now."

Marcus and Simon were speechless.

"Very good. There will be an operation tonight. You will be responsible for notifying Mexico and coordinating with them. We will only be responsible for the operation."

"No problem." Simon quickly agreed.

Morgan nodded and left the room.

"He's leaving now?" Marcus was a little shocked.

"Of course, he has always been like this, but Marcus, you didn't lie to me? He is a major general?"

"Nonsense! I've seen him, a rear admiral! But he should be at the San Diego base? Oh, no. The San Diego base is in such a state, it seems that there is really no need for him to stay there, but did he offend someone? He was sent here to command drug enforcement."

Simon, on the other hand, started laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Marcus looked at him in confusion.

Simon was indeed somewhat happy: "Rear Admiral, at least this operation will not be as dangerous as before. If there are military personnel joining us, won't our operation be safer?"

"Drug dealers are not fighting a war." Marcus curled his lips: "What's wrong with the military joining in? It's not like tanks are coming. We have seen the firepower of these Mexican drug dealers. Just wait. They will come to us after they suffer a loss."

As night fell, in the same room, Morgan handed the information to the two people, but he did not speak to them but rather as if he was assigning tasks.

"Our target this time is the Oshigura family. About ten months ago, a very important family member died in their family, so they went to war with many hostile families. This is our first mission target. I chose them because I hope you can learn how to cooperate with us from this operation."

"I don't want you to hold us back. How to deal with them is our business. Blocking the traffic exits and preparing people outside to prevent the guys outside from disturbing us is your job. At the same time, you must execute every one of my orders accurately and quickly. You only have this one chance. Do you understand?"

The two nodded, and Marcus asked, "Major General, what if..."

"You can call me sir." Morgan said directly: "Don't call me major general. At the same time, don't ask questions."

"Okay." Marcus shut up.

Several convoys quickly took action. Marcus and Simon sat in Morgan's car. They looked around in confusion: "Where are the Mexicans? We've notified them. Isn't this a joint operation?"

"Whether it's the police system, the army or the government, they have long been infiltrated by drug traffickers, so I didn't bring them with me on this operation."

Marcus grinned slightly.

These are the people from the military. They are too domineering.

The convoy stopped after driving for about an hour, and Morgan said, "You two follow me, and have your people block the entrances and exits. Those who want to escape should be killed."

Marcus and Simon quickly gave orders, and then at least two-thirds of the cars left the convoy.

Morgan got out of the car, along with at least twenty heavily armed fighters.

Marcus discovered that five of the people were wearing collars, while the remaining fifteen people had no expression on their faces, some even looked a little dazed.

After Morgan made a few gestures, four of the five guys with collars each took three people away, while Morgan himself took Marcus and two others, a guy with a collar, and three soldiers with dull faces and moved forward under the cover of night.

They soon entered a small town. As it was already night, there were few people on the streets.

The town was built on the mountain, and at the highest point, one could clearly see a brightly lit manor.

As they moved toward the mountaintop estate, the buildings began to decrease, and then they saw guards with guns at the entrance to the mountain road.

Morgan waved his hand, and the guy with the collar touched him, then took care of the two guards neatly. The three expressionless guys immediately followed, and their figures soon disappeared on the road up the mountain.

Morgan looked at the time, and after a while he suddenly said, "Let's go."

So Morgan walked up the mountain road with the two people in a swagger.

Marcus became more and more surprised as he walked, because he could see a fallen guard every few steps.

When they arrived at the door of the manor villa, the music inside could be heard outside, and there were bodyguards at the door and in the yard.

But Morgan just gave the order without any emotion: "Do it."

Then, the sound of silencers was heard, and the bodyguards fell limp and fell asleep on the ground.

This time when Morgan walked in, he had already taken out his service pistol. Marcus and Simon thought there would be a big fight, so they took out their weapons early and turned on the safety of their weapons.

Just as they walked to the gate of the villa, his gunshot broke the silence of the night.

At this time, Morgan kicked open the door and saw a group of guys having dinner on the first floor.

There are both boys and girls, and at first glance they are a typical Latino family.

Just when Marcus was wondering how Morgan would deal with the current situation, Marcus raised his hand.

The next moment, gunshots rang out from all directions.

Marcus held the gun, ready to fire at any time, and looked at Morgan beside him in shock.

You just shoot without asking any questions!

(End of this chapter)