Chapter 35 Nickname: Butcher! (Additional updates!)


Chapter 35 Nickname: Butcher! (Additional updates!)

Dormitory building.

Many people heard the noise and stood at the window pointing.

Webster held a cigarette in his hand and looked at the second prison area with a frown. The grooves on his face were already deep as he got older, but now he looked even more gloomy.

“Let’s make a fuss until others can’t stand you, and someone will take care of you.”

After muttering a few words to himself, he closed the curtains forcefully.

This "new official's appointment" burned the entire night.

More than 10 people were hanged on the playground, all with thorns on their heads. At this time, they were beaten beyond recognition. When my mother came, I didn’t know who to look for.

Kennedy also knew the skull was his.

There are cigarettes and magazines on the left side of the floor, and confiscated things and drugs on the right side.

There are a lot of good things.

Victor also found a 0.38-inch SWAT revolver produced by Miroku.

"Boss."

Casare walked over excitedly and said, "Yes, we did not receive a total of 43 pistols, 326 bullets, and several other prohibited items this time."

The prison under Webster's administration was simply a big colander.

43 weapons?

Damn Nurhaci only raised an army with 13 pairs of armor.

“Trash!”

Victor dropped the pistol on the ground and didn’t know who he was scolding, “You can tell the prison guard later that whoever helps the prisoners carry things should be the best. Don't let me catch him, or I will throw him out."

Casare nodded hurriedly.

"What to do with these weapons and drugs?"

"The weapons were given to Best to sell, damn, we found them ourselves, of course we will solve them ourselves."

Mexico If the arms market asks for a weapon from the Second World War, others will want it. Sooner or later, there will be 128 million people with a gun for each one.

Sooner or later, counterattack the United States!

“Find a place to destroy the drugs.”

"What should we do with those drug addicts?"

Victor is still very humane, "Then hang him up to prevent him from running around. If he can't carry him over, let the prison doctor issue an accidental death notice. ”

“Today’s punishment is that all prisoners in the second ward are not allowed to eat. We come to the prison for reform, not for enjoyment.”

“Yes!”

The Gaoyuan Prison was on fire, with barbed wires separating the main cells. When the "light criminals" in the district went out for activities in the morning, they saw a row of people hanging next door.

Many prisoners were tied up and dragged to the playground by members of the emergency team, as if they were in public.

Many people here know each other, and even found their eldest brother among the crowd with black faces.

Noises, curses, and agitation kept coming, and the prison guards in the first ward did not even dare to step forward to interfere.

There were more and more people picking up stones on the ground and throwing them at the prison guards. The situation was getting worse and worse.

Webster, who had just been lying down for a short time, also had his legs trembling a little when he saw this scene. There were nearly 700 people in the first ward!

"Let them go!"

"Damn bastards, let them go!"

The barbed wire fence was swaying, and the prisoners in the second ward who heard the movement also faced Lu was excited, as long as there are many people, we are not afraid of these police.

“Look at the good things you have done, what should we do now?!”

Webster looked ugly and complained when he saw Victor.

Victor's expression was very cold, "I didn't have breakfast, and I'm in a bad mood now. Since the prisoners chose armed riot, then we have the right to choose armed suppression!"

This sentence made Webster's eyelids jump. .

"What are you going to do?" Victor held the rubber stick between his arms, looked at the zombie-like prisoner in the First Ward not far away, and waved his finger.

"todoslistos!! (All ready!)" Casare shouted at the top of his lungs.

The prison guards in the emergency team raised their weapons one after another, which caused an uproar on the other side.

“Shoot!!”

In Webster’s horrified eyes, the prisoners at the front wailed after being shot, and it turned out.

Bullets are more lethal than words.

The group of prisoners who had gathered together immediately ran away in a panic, and there was even a crowding and stampede incident.

"Do you know what you are doing? Victor! You are massacring, stop it, stop it!" Webster's face turned red with excitement, and his saliva almost sprayed on his face.

"Sir, I just want to tell you that in Mexico you should choose violence when dealing with criminals. Only if you are more vicious than them, they will shrink like sheep!"

As for whether things will get too big and someone from outside will blackmail you?

There are too many people who want him dead, how many are still missing?

As long as he keeps his skin, he can even replenish the members of the emergency team openly and uphold justice, isn't it just with his fists?

As long as I have enough people, I can't be the one who dies.

The right to speak is in the hands of those with strong fists.

Why can Pablo be so arrogant? Because he is strong enough and has formed the strength of a warlord, he can subvert a regime.

He has a private army of more than 40,000 people, equipped with armed helicopters, warships, submarines, tanks, armored vehicles, and even missiles.

As far as Africa is concerned, we can almost sweep it.

At that time, the Colombian government was on the verge of collapse, and the government troops were not as advanced in weapons as Escobar's private army.

There is even a public reward for the heads of police officers, with a head price of 1,000 US dollars.

There are rumors that criminals from neighboring countries used to "make extra money."

Compared with him, the current drug cartels in Mexico are still "gentle". At most, they can cut their bodies into pieces and break their bones into pieces. However, if they want to form military capabilities that threaten the government forces, they still have to wait until later. of “Los Zetas” and “Jalisco New Generation”.

The current government is still capable of using force.

If he were in Colombia now, would Victor dare to make such a fuss? Maybe he has turned to Pablo to cheer for the other party now.

But no matter what, if word of this "farce" spreads, Victor's name will really be resounding throughout the country.

Not the first policeman to dare to fight back against drug dealers, but definitely the first to dare to fight them like this.

"You butcher!" Webster shouted excitedly.

"Thank you, that's a nice nickname. I think you should take care of the mood of those sheep. By the way, tell them to be honest. It's easy to kill them in prison!"


"Ask them not to affect my mood."

After saying that, Victor gave the other party a cool look on his back.

"I will definitely go to the commander to accuse you."

The only response he had was a middle finger.

Do you know what kind of person can get promoted and make a fortune?

What a fool!

Smart people call themselves wise men who look forward and backward. They wait quietly for the so-called opportunity, and then when they get old, they lament that they were born at the wrong time.

Strong people never complain about the environment.

Since I only have one life, can they still kill me twice?

Victor always thinks so free and easy. Not having a family in Mexico means having no burdens and no handles.

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PS: After thinking about it, thank you all for your support recently, I will add one more chapter!

 

(End of this chapter)

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