Chapter 14 A first-rate actor. (Please read it!!)
Victor is a moral freak.
He will feel very uncomfortable if the person who offends him does not die "cleanly".
But no matter how nervous he was, he acted calmly. To be a big brother, you have to act like a big brother. However, this can send a bomb to the prison. It seems that he is determined to kill himself. Very big.
Warden Webster also came, followed by Conor Velazquez, frowning at the smoking building, and the two people talked.
"What do you think they are talking about?"
Casare glanced at it, "Maybe they are thinking of embezzling money from the maintenance fee."
"I guess, they are Think about it, why didn't you blow up this bastard like me?"
Casare was stunned and then heard Victor continue, "Here he comes."
The former looked towards the two bosses after hearing this. , they saw the two people coming over in a hurry. When Kona Velazquez saw Victor, his face looked like he was constipated.
Webster's eyes seemed to flash for a moment, and then he was very concerned, "Victor, how are you? Are you injured?"
"No, I'm just scared." Victor forced a smile, Pointing to the blown-up office, "If something hadn't happened to me suddenly, I would have gone to see my father by now."
Webster's eyelids twitched, "Don't worry, I will definitely find out what happened this time. I’ll give you an explanation. Do you want to take a few days off? I’ll give you two days off.”
A holiday?
Do you really want me to die?
Victor was very resistant, "Sir, I still have a job, and I can still work. I can't hide out of fear. This is revenge against me, and I will never give in. God is blessing me and Mexico." !"
His voice became louder and louder, almost everyone heard, "Mexican police will not be intimidated by fear! Justice will prevail!"
Casare was quick to use it. The toes are used to dig out portraits.
What is the difference between saying this in public in Mexico and shitting in public?
But Victor is worthy of being a "Hollywood" level extra. His face is solemn, as if he is really a martyr who is going to the execution ground.
The words are very beautiful. It would be a pity not to run for election.
Webster squinted his eyes and felt furious. He finally understood that this honest-looking Victor was not a good person either.
The death of Haggis was originally full of doubts.
But this bastard who died a long time ago seems to be growing more and more like a weed. How can Webster feel comfortable?
However, after all, he has also spent a lot of time in the big dye vat of official career, and his ability to talk to people and ghosts has long been perfected. He patted Victor on the shoulder and praised him. With a few words, he said in public that he would give a follow-up result to this matter.
Casare's scalp felt itchy as he watched.
He can't learn these open-eyed lies.
As the saying goes, second-rate actors are in acting, while first-rate actors are in politics. Especially in a place like Mexico, you can’t tell which politician has been bribed by drug lords because they are on TV. The performance is exactly the same.
They look upright, but in fact they are all hypocrites.
But there is no other way. If you want to live longer, you have to learn to lie.
Webster left, but visibly unhappy.
"Check who else is in his family." Victor looked at his boss's back and said to Casare.
“What are you going to do?”
“Are you crazy? That’s a government official.”
“Looking at how pitiful he is, I have to offer condolences to his family.”< br>
Condolences?
Casare always feels like you want to kill his whole family.
"Don't worry, I'm not so crazy that I've lost my mind." Victor stretched out his hand and motioned for him to pull him up. "I just suddenly wanted to see, what does it feel like for him to be desperate?"
Casare's whole body tensed up.
Damn it, I knew there were no normal people in Mexico!
...
Boom!
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky over Mexico City. The heavy rain poured down instantly, and pedestrians on the roadside fled like wild dogs.
Magdalena Misuca District.
Ramon López Berard University entrance.
A gray Toyota was parked on the side of the road. The wipers were a little old and made a squeaking sound. The glass was still a little greasy.
Two smokers were sitting inside, smoking one cigarette after another. The whole car was filled with smoke.
Best was looking through "Playboy". This thing was circulated in hard currency from the United States. It had a lot of unknown white spots on it, and it was obviously weathered.
This is hard currency.
The favorite of Mexico's low-level gangsters, and one of the reasons why they yearn for the United States.
It is said that the woman over there has a big vagina.
Like a cow.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Best, who was lying in the driver's seat, threw away the magazine, looked at his watch, held a cigarette in his mouth, straightened his seat, and looked outside with wide eyes, but the glass was a bit blurry.
“Damn it, class is finally over. Are students so stressed during class time now? It’s so tiring to study, you might as well come out and join a gang.”
"Studying has a future." People around me said.
"Are you an honest person like the rest of us? You still work part-time when you go out."
Best's academic performance has always been very poor, and the other party even hates reading. He is a typical useless person and is too lazy to Argue with him.
"Is that that one? Duke." Suddenly he found a similar figure and pointed at a student who was about 1.7 years old. His hair was dyed red and green. He took out the photo to compare.
Best is a veteran. He made preparations after receiving a call from Casare. He bribed a teacher in the school and spent 100 pesos to get a photo. Otherwise, the ghost knows who the target is?
"It looks like it. I'll drive up and shout."
Best put down the handbrake and slowly moved over, ready to get closer, but the target was very smart, and he turned around to look Eyes, I felt something was wrong, so I ran away.
“Duke, catch up!”
This man can’t run as fast as a car. He stepped on the accelerator and leaned next to him. Duke stretched his body out of the window and grabbed him. The other party's collar was pulled hard.
He covered the other person’s mouth and pulled him hard into the car. His behavior was extremely rough. The other person resisted fiercely and even reached out to grab the steering wheel.
The angry Beste punched the opponent with his backhand, stunning him to death.
"Duke, hold him down!" He waved his hand dissatisfied, "Call Casare and tell him that the target is captured..."
Duke from I took out a Motorola DynaTAC8000X from the back seat, which is the mobile phone used by my parents. I pressed the number and after two rings, someone answered, "Hello!"
"The matter is done."
"Okay, take it to the abandoned warehouse ten kilometers northwest of the prison. Best knows the place." The other end said and hung up.
Duke turned to look at Best. The soundproofing effect of this phone was not very good, and the latter could hear clearly.
“Why did you choose that place?”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s okay, there were more than 40 Asians who wanted to smuggle to the United States before. Die there, Buddha bless you!”
Mexicans are also very particular about taboos.
"You don't believe in God anymore?"
"My God has been killed by drug dealers, and the belief in death can only be abandoned. Maybe it won't be long before I am a devout MSL."
" However, what I believe in most now is money. When I have money, I will go to the Vatican to build a temple.”
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(End of this chapter)