Chapter 12; Baron!
Catch the last bus back to prison.
The stolen Beetle was taken away by Best. There were many second-hand car dealers in Mexico who sold it to fund the organization’s activities.
Getting off the car and standing by the lonely stop sign, you can see the heat of the "Night Market" not far away. Even if there was an attack just two days ago, weren't there still dead people?
Whoever dies will still be able to prevent the earth from rotating?
When Kennedy died, it didn't stop Americans from partying, right?
"A batch of goods will arrive from the Soviet Union in two days. Sell it as soon as possible." Victor said with a cigarette in his mouth.
Casare's eyes were bright, he tasted the sweetness, "How many?"
"10 AK47s, 10,000 rounds of 7.62mm bullets, 10 anti-1 grenades, The list is relatively large. "
Victor looked at his points at this time. He currently has 2028 points. 10 AKs are 1500 points. Bullets are very cheap and are almost free. 1 point can be exchanged for 100 points. This That's 100 points, and the grenade is worth 200 points in total. I still have 228 points left. I can wait two days to find a few unlucky criminals and kill them, and I will have points again.
In places like Mexico and Colombia, dangers and opportunities coexist.
It is so suitable for Mr. Gao, there is no way he can kill all the drug dealers.
When Casare heard this number, his whole body was shaking, and he was mumbling in his mouth, as if he was calculating. Although this batch of goods does not look large, it can definitely fight a small-scale war. .
Brother Hao dared to suppress the Flying Tigers with two AKs and the old-fashioned Black Star. At this time, the "Special Mission Company" did not dare to raise its head.
You have 10 AKs, 10,000 rounds of ammunition, plus grenades.
Who are you going to attack?
Handguns are not standard issue in many police departments in Mexico.
"How to price it?"
"AK is the same as usual, 800 US dollars, 5 bullets for 1 US dollar, and grenades for 30 US dollars. If you want them all, it can be cheaper."
Casare took out his hands and was obviously not very good at math.
But he knew that he could earn at least 600 US dollars from this order, and his fat face was shaking, "I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich."
"How many of you know each other in the second ward? Point people, the people detained here are the backbones of various organizations, and they are also our potential customers. We will sell large quantities of goods in the future, and they have money and can afford it."
"I understand. ”
In order to make some money, it is not easy at all. The police have to please the prisoners appropriately.
"By the way, have you heard about the Fremont Holder thing that Best mentioned in the bathing place just now? It's so inspiring."
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"Man, it's inspiring for Mexico to be the boss, but it doesn't mean it's the right path. You don't know when you will die. You don't want your head to kiss your ass, right?"
The two of them After chatting, they entered the prison. The guard saw them coming back so early and asked, "Casare, were you defrauded of all your money by the market girl?"
As for Victor?
He didn't dare to ridicule. They even dared to beat up the drug lord in the third prison district, let alone himself?
Casare responded with a middle finger, which is universal.
When they separated in the dormitory, Victor brought him two more boxes of Colt bullets and told him to pay attention to safety and shoot first if the situation seemed wrong.
Seeing that he was so cautious, Casare agreed.
Back in the room, Victor opened the diary, and suddenly the person Best mentioned came to mind.
The story of Fremont Holder.
It’s quite legendary.
...
This Freemont Holder was a gangster. He also had a tragic life experience. He heard that his family was also killed by drug dealers, so he decided to become a policeman.
But the Mexican police did not dare to cause trouble to drug dealers.
He figured out a way on his own, broke into the gang's sales bar single-handedly, and robbed 4,000 US dollars of goods!
According to 1987 standards, killing a person in Mexico cost about "1,200 pesos." Of course, what you are looking for is not a member of an organization, but a kid on the roadside who knows how to do it.
Of course, this is 1989, so prices may have gone up or prices may have gone down.
After all, social unrest and welfare reductions are beginning to inflame.
4,000 US dollars is enough to sell your soul.
In this world, interests come first. Even if you are your best friend or brother, as long as there is a conflict of interest, you will forget everything. People's hearts are very complicated. Money can not only make ghosts If you are grinding, you can grind and push ghosts.
But it just so happens that Holder has a "cheap" morality and he harbors hatred. When he closes his eyes, he can see his parents and brothers and sisters asking him, why not take revenge?
He couldn't sleep.
He originally thought that this would be the end of his life. Maybe he died on the street and the people in the almshouse collected his body, and then no one in the world would remember you anymore.
But he was not willing to give in!
He wants revenge. Since he is a drug dealer, he will fight violence with violence!
He has a flexible moral bottom line.
This world is all about ruthlessness. If you are not ruthless, your status will be unstable.
If you can't be famous for eternity, then work until you are infamous for eternity.
Someone misses you on the Day of the Dead too.
He knew he needed help, so he took a taxi and came to the LaCondesa area. When he got in the car, he took out his gun. The taxi driver immediately became honest.
Looking at the neatly laid out houses around him, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. He also lived here before.
Lamely, I followed the house number to No. 27. The dog in the yard had already smelled the visitor's scent and kept barking.
A strong man of about 30 years old came out. He stood at the door and yelled at the dog. When he saw a figure standing at the door, he felt frightened and subconsciously planned to run back.
“Ryan, don’t you recognize me?”
Holder took a step forward, and the moonlight mixed with the weak light in front of the yard illuminated his face.
As soon as the strong man saw him, his expression changed instantly. He walked over quickly and opened the door, "Holder! Are you still alive?!"
"God doesn't need my soul." Holder smiled, hoarsely, "I'm not dead."
"Come in quickly, don't let that damn Song Wu see you." Ryan seemed to Thinking of something, she dragged him into the house. Songwu was the neighbor who killed his entire family.
As you can tell by his name, his father is Vietnamese and his mother is Mexican, a hybrid.
Lian is his friend who grew up together, and their parents also have a close relationship.
"It's great that you're still alive! I thought you..." Ryan was obviously very excited when he saw Fa Xiao. The grown man's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth. "I knew it was your house on fire, so I felt strange. I called the police, but the police didn't even come to see me. They just said it was a fire. If Songwu hadn't been drunk and yelled on the street to admit that he killed you, I wouldn't have known that he was the murderer!"
"Later, my brother Arrieta also went to the police, but the police said that Songwu was talking nonsense while drunk, and there was no evidence that he was the murderer."
Seeing that there were others running for him, Holder I was also moved in my heart, "Where is Arrieta?"
Lian lowered his head, "Dead."
Holder was surprised, "How could that be?"
"When I was out of school, I was hit and killed by a mud truck. The murderer went to jail, but I know it was not an accident."
Silence is the lament of powerlessness.
Tears are the most fundamental weakness of the weak.
"Praise to martial arts!" Holder gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and looked at Ryan, "Do you want revenge?"
Lian looked up suddenly.
"I think I need people to work alone. I know you have served in the Mexican army, and I want you to join."
"You want to be a drug dealer?!" Ryan looked ugly.
When Mexicans think of organizations, they think of crime, and when they think of crime, they think of drug dealers. After all, it is nearly a century old.
"Ryan, we can't change the world, we can't change Mexico. All we can do is survive. Don't you want to take revenge?"
"Mexico does not believe that those who are weak and have no voice are doomed. I can’t be accepted by others. I don’t want to...die in a stinky ditch one day. When I close my eyes, all I think about is hatred. I need strength!”
"I believe you will help me."
Ryan looked at him, thought for a moment, and nodded slowly, "I believe you will not let me down."
Holder She also looked at him and nodded heavily, "No, let's collect some interest first and come back. Who else lives in his house?"
"His mother."
"Kill him She!”
"Shaina is a good person." Ryan hesitated.
"Is she a good person? Then she should be sent to see God. God will be happy when he sees a good person!"
Now Holder only needs to collect some interest and come back, "Ali Etta is also a good person."
Ryan clenched his fists.
“Kill her!”
Holder's eyes were deep. He just wanted a certificate of surrender. It wasn't that he didn't believe Ryan, but in the past few years, he had seen through that all relationships were bullshit, just like the woman a slum boy was chasing after. You could just spend some money to get it. Can drive.
Kill Songwu’s mother, then Ryan and himself are really on the same front.
Don’t be emotional.
If something goes wrong, it's a dead end in Mexico.
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Victor had breakfast in the cafeteria, took the key and went to the cell.
When I passed Stepan's "single room", I saw him enjoying care. There was a woman next to him feeding him fruits with her mouth.
"Bang bang bang~" Victor knocked on the wall with his stick. Stepan, who was feeling comfortable inside, raised his head and immediately retracted the curse words in his mouth.
Damn, why is this bastard not dead yet?
Didn’t the people in Sinaloa say they would kill him?
"Are you surprised to see me? Mr. Stepan." Victor opened the cell door and walked in. When he saw the cut cactus fruit, he took a piece and spit the seeds in his face, making the other party get up in anger.
Victor put the stick against his face, "Do you want to do it again?"
Stepan felt pain all over when he thought of the feeling of the stick hitting his body, but his status He couldn't let go of this face anymore, so he said stiffly, "What's the benefit of offending me?"
Victor smiled, "I want you to know the rules. In my territory, you have to be a dragon." Hold it, it's a tiger, you have to lie down, what about the meeting gift I told you? You didn't give me any supplies?"
He said, swinging the stick and sliding down, holding his treasure.
"Here, I'll give it!" He was so frightened that he hurriedly said, you can't get hurt in this place.
Get up from the bed and walk to the safe. Yes, there is a safe. He took out a stack of U.S. dollars from it and handed it to him.
This stack looks like there are about 2.3000.
"It would be better if you don't hand it over earlier."
Victor will take as much as the other party gives. He is not timid at all and pats him on the shoulder, "Play slowly."
Before leaving, he closed the door for him.
Victor took just two steps towards the prison area when he heard a deep and sudden voice.
“Aren’t you afraid of offending him?”
He turned his head and saw a thin, middle-aged man sitting in the cell in embarrassment. He raised his head, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.
Victor blinked.
You can see the red points at a glance.
“1078000!”
“Sicily Falcon!!”
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(End of this chapter)