Chapter 11 The middleman! (Modified)
Gun!
The young man who was peeing was so frightened that he quickly put the tool into his pants.
The four people looked at each other, and a slightly mature one was about to speak.
Victor took out his police officer ID card, opened the safety on the back of the grip, and scanned it.
Ta-ta-ta...
Kasare, who was next to him, was startled. He shrank his shoulders, widened his eyes, and felt his scalp numb as he looked at the body lying on the ground.
You are waiting for someone to speak. Do you want to do it so simply?
Hearing the gunshot, Best, who was curled up on the ground, hugged his body tighter.
All 25 rounds of bullets were wiped out. When he heard the sound of emptying, Victor put down his hand, glanced at Casare next to him, and shrugged, "These people intend to attack the police. If they don't study hard, sooner or later, they will They are the backup candidates for drug dealers. Kill them first.”
In fact, these four people can be considered guilty of serious crimes. They have committed robbery, rape, and murder, providing Victor with 378 points.
The muscles on Casare's face were trembling after hearing this. He gave a thumbs up. When he walked to Best, he could smell the smell of urine, which was a bit pungent. Apparently the young man was a little angry.
I'm getting angry, I don't have long to live, just forget it.
“Best.” He shouted twice, but didn’t take the shot, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.
When the other party heard him calling his name, he cautiously revealed his eyes. When he saw a familiar face, his eyes were obviously excited and his voice was hoarse, just like the feeling of being burned out by a fire, "Casare ! ”
"Victor!"
"Man, how long have I not been here to see you, and you're like this?" Victor frowned. Seeing that the other party wanted to talk, he waved his hand, "Let's go out first. The smell of urine in my butt.”
Victor was changing the magazine with numbness in his hand. When he walked out of the door, he saw the slum residents who heard the gunshots looking over, but no one dared to gather. .
"Look at Grandma You, put your head back." He fired a shuttle towards the wall, scaring them so much that they didn't dare to say a word.
Rampant!
Arrogant!
Nuriel Best stood behind and saw this scene, a little dazed. This was completely different from the Victor he had seen.
He is a gentleman. He rarely even raises his voice to confront others. Occasionally, he is a little shy when meeting girls.
And this one in front of me...
You say he is a gangster, but some people believe it.
"People change, don't they, Best?" Casare said with a smile.
Best was stunned, not sure if he believed it or not.
The three of them walked towards the avenue and heard the sound of cars outside. Victor happened to see a red Beetle with the door open, and a girl with a curvy butt was shopping next to it.
“Get in the car!”
Victor got directly into the driver’s seat, waited for Casare and the other two to come in, and turned the car key. The girl who was shopping stepped on her high heels and heard a noise. When I turned around, I saw a strange man driving his car.
She was so angry that she ran over and cursed.
Victor raised his gun, and the other party immediately shrank, yelled, "OMG!" and ran away while holding his head.
“Sit tight, let’s take off!”
He stepped on the clutch and shifted the gear. He looked very skilled, but the car body rushed forward and then froze. After a moment, Casare, who was sitting in the back, almost hit their heads on the front seat.
"Sorry, do it again."
Victor looked at the mirror inside the car, smiled, muttered a few words, and slowly started the car. The engine of the Beetle itself was not very good, and it almost seemed like it had been moved.
"Who are those people?" Victor asked now that he had time.
“The gangsters of Kimahuakan.”
“How could you provoke them?”
The left side of Best’s face trembled, and that half of his face was a bit Wrinkles, like burns, "They asked me to pay protection money, 5 pesos a week, I have no money, damn, they also want me to pay taxes!"
"I'm just a broker, what tax do I have to pay?"
"This is the fourth gang this month to ask for protection money. I paid all the previous ones."
Hearing this, Card Sarai looked at him with some pity.
Mexican slums are like huge leek boxes. Anyone with a gang can come and collect protection money. It’s not much. Sometimes I pay 5 pesos a week, but I can’t deal with the many gangs. This is more than taxes. Come fiercely.
Many ordinary people simply can’t bear it. These gangsters force you to sell your sons and daughters. Those who have sons at home will be forced to join the gangs to provide them with "fresh blood". This is why drug dealers One of the reasons for not being able to fight.
Will provide you with a steady stream of criminals.
The same is true for Brazilian gangs. The military and police enter the slums. Good guys, they are all criminals. This is a deep anti-gang quagmire and a vast war for the people.
The ground floor building determines the height of the upper floors.
Think about it, there are more than 1 million people in Chimahuacan in Mexico City. How much benefit can these people bring to the gang?
Poor people can be squeezed out. If there is no oil and water, there will always be blood.
"A few bastards dare to call themselves gangsters." Victor said disdainfully. "You are looking for me..." Best asked.
"Don't worry, let's take a bath first and take a good soak before talking." Victor interrupted his inquiry, mainly because the smell of urine on the other person's body was too strong.
Best nodded and glanced at the Uzi submachine gun placed on the passenger side. Is this police force even equipped with this thing?
We haven’t seen each other in a few years. Is the Mexican government rich?
The car stopped at the entrance of a bathhouse. It said in Chinese and Spanish: "Northeast Laobao".
The owner of this store is a Chinese. He went abroad in the 1970s and opened 6 branches in Mexico City. He is very rich. It is said that he has good relations with the local gangs and the government. He is a black and white man.
Get out of the car and throw the car keys to the parking boy. The latter looked at the crowded Beetle, then looked back at the three strong men who walked in. This man liked him quite a bit. .
“Come to a private hot spring.”
“Help me buy a set of clothes, and the rest is your tip.”
Victor generously handed over 200 pesos. The front desk looked at Best strangely, why was he so sexy?
Is this performance art?
Take the money, agree with a smile, and have people take them to a private room on the third floor.
"Wash it, you're all stinky." Victor took off his clothes and put Uzi in the cabinet, but after thinking about it, he still held the safe and faced the naked Casa Ray said, "Bring the gun."
In Mexico, it is not uncommon for people to be beaten to death in bathhouses.
Best saw Casare holding the Colt and asked more, "Where did these weapons come from? Uzi? This is a good thing."
"You don't have any capital, do you dare to come out? "
Victor glanced at Casare and said with a smile, "I have a way to get arms. They sell drugs, we sell arms, and I provide them with military support. When it comes to business, others don't do it. Yes, you do it, this is called wisdom, if others do it, and you follow it, this is called eating shit from behind."
As soon as he lay down in the hot spring, he couldn't help but shout out happily.
“Go to the side and flush, don’t make it full of urine.”
Best felt a little embarrassed and ran under the shower head to rinse off. Victor's voice came to his ears, "But in business, I'm afraid of encountering unruly people. If someone is gangstered, I will lose money. But in this arms business, I am... Casare can't come out openly, so we need you to help us work together."
Best was anxious, so he washed his head twice, wiped it with a towel, and got into the warm soup.
“I know you are unwilling and want to take revenge, but now you have no money, no one, and no rights. How can you get revenge?”
“What is this world like? Everything is clearly priced, including one's youth, ideals, conscience, justice, and what we are busy with every day is money. Why did you work as a police officer before? If it wasn't for money, is it for justice? Motivation, if you have money, you offer a reward of 200,000 pesos for your enemy's head, and no one takes it, then 500,000, and if no one takes it, then 1 million!"
"When you see it, Will he die?"
Victor opened his hands and placed them on his sides, "Follow me and I will help you get revenge."
Aren’t you just drug dealers?
When the time comes, when your position is getting higher and higher, isn’t it just a matter of one sentence?
I am afraid of you because you have a backer?
I am the supporter of others!
Best actually thought about joining other gangs to seek asylum in the slums. It was difficult to be a middleman, but... he was a cripple. Although the fire allowed him to survive, he was also seriously injured. Half of his face was burned, the meniscus was removed from his knee, and he could still walk a little. Lame.
Looking miserable.
He just thought for a moment and nodded, "I agree."
He had no choice. The forces behind the gangsters who died in his home would definitely take revenge on him. He would go back , is death.
"Casare, I have a wad of money in my bag, go get it."
The fat man responded, got up from the hot spring, the bird was still trembling, opened Victor's cabinet, took the money and handed it to him.
"Here are 20,000 pesos. Get yourself some new clothes and rent a decent house. If you follow me, you won't be so embarrassed."
This is close. 10,000 US dollars, just give it to you?
"You two have the same benefits, no salary every month, 5% sales share, how about that?"
Casare calculated, 5%, if it's like The AK47 just now cost 800 US dollars, so you can get 40 US dollars!
It may seem small, but it is based on volume. If you sell 50 units a month, you will have 2,000 US dollars.
"I agree!" He was very happy.
Seeing that Casare agreed, Best understood that the 5% was not low. He nodded. Victor climbed up from the spring and said, "I'm going to take a shower and a massage. You guys?" Let’s talk first.”
After he walked away, Casare twisted his neck.
Very comfortable.
"By the way, Casare, do you know Fremont Holder?"
The name felt familiar to him, and Casare frowned.
"Is he the former deputy warden of Plateau Prison who robbed gangsters?"
"Yes!"
Best's eyes lit up, "He has become rich recently. ”
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(End of this chapter)