Chapter 37 Does the 37mm caliber count as a cannon?
This sudden change frightened the ladies.
They tried to run outside in a panic, but Casare blocked the door, so they could only lean aside shivering.
It is not safe to be a prostitute in Mexico, and you will be implicated in any vendetta.
It’s really not easy to make some money.
Victor took the broken glass and inserted it directly into Wilbert's thigh, "I ask again, who did it!!"
"Olivier, it's Olivier!" Wilbur Te howled miserably, looking horrified.
Fuck, whoever comes up and does it right away?
Shouldn’t I ask for some money?
If you want to have sex for free, just say so. Can I disagree?
"Which Olivier?" Best said with a frown.
“Those people from Tezcatlipoca, he wants to take revenge on you for killing his only brother!”
Best nodded slowly towards Victor, “I think I know Where are they?"
"Then this person is useless?"
Wilbert was frightened to death by this sentence, raised his hands and shouted in fear, "Don't kill me. I'm useful. I can provide you with information."
"You are too expensive, sir."
Casare fired 7 shots at him, the last one hitting his head.
The most important thing is, if you have offended Jesus, you can still pray; if you have offended Boss Victor, do you still want to live?
Who doesn’t know that he is the most petty...cross out, the most jealous of evil!
"Sir! Someone is coming!" The prison guard at the door opened the door and shouted anxiously.
"Get out first."
Victor took the Uzi submachine gun from Casare. As soon as he walked out of the box, he saw four or five strong men rushing over. Looking at their tattoos, he knew that they belonged to A certain gang.
The other party was obviously confused when they saw they had guns. When Victor raised the gun, they were so frightened that they opened the door and hid in the box next to them.
Victor and his group found the opportunity and rushed out. When they were at the door, a prison guard opened a tear gas canister and threw it towards the dancing crowd.
I told you to stay up late at night!
The thick smoke instantly filled the entire bar, and screams, panic, and cries came one after another.
The group of people got into the red Mazda parked at the door and drove away.
When the gangsters watching the scene burst into tears, they could only stay there and rage helplessly.
…
"Who is Olivier?" Victor sat in the passenger seat, holding the handle above his head, turning his head and asking Best behind him.
"His father was an avocado tycoon in Michoacán. However, due to the warming climate, the growth of agricultural products was slow and he felt that he could not make a fortune, so he went to the Gulf to do channel business for them. However, one time when he was transporting goods, he was arrested by the Drug Enforcement Administration. He was shot dead, and Olivier took over from his father at that time."
"But he was ambitious and left the Gulf to work alone. However, the business was not long in business and was taken over by the Michoacana family cartel. He was beaten back and forth, and finally came to Mexico City."
Casare was surprised next to him, "How do you know so much?"
"Because he is very arrogant and doesn't talk about it. If you follow the rules, you will kill the whole family at every turn."
"Is he very powerful?" Victor asked the question that he really wanted to know.
"He has close to a hundred gunmen under his command, including but not limited to assault rifles, which is a rare firepower in Mexico City."
That's it.
As expected, the grain store next door and the gun store are mine, and the granary next door is mine. As long as the caliber is big, the voice will be loud.
"Is there an RPG?"
"I haven't heard of it..."
"Where's the heavy machine gun?"
Best shook his head and sneered, "Boss Victor, ordinary gangsters can't afford these things."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Gangsters and drug dealers are very capable. Fighting? There is no point in fighting. When you come out to do things, you are talking about firepower. This kind of cancer should be eradicated!"
Victor lit a cigarette for himself, "Go get two pickup trucks! Warehouse No. 1, let me show you what firepower is."
Casare was afraid that he had gone too far, "Boss Victor, we prison guards have no law enforcement authority. If this matter gets too big, it will not end well."
This is the only bad thing about prison guards, they can't come in a big name.
"You know who you are without clothes? I have one principle in everything I do. I will hold down anyone who wants to jump. If an avocado seller dares to shit on my head, Jesus is here, too. I can’t save him, I said so!”
Seeing how determined he was, Casare stopped trying to persuade him.
Best called Duke and asked him to buy a second-hand pickup truck. When the group arrived at Warehouse No. 1, the village of "Belgides" outside the prison, Duke was already standing There's a cold wind blowing outside.
Victor knocked on the door, and the wooden door was opened from the inside. The ones who opened the door were two blond foreigners, who looked like Germans.
The main races of Mexicans are Indo-Europeans and Indians.
Casare and Best, standing behind them, looked at each other. Since when have there been Germans in the team?
This is actually when Victor's total points exceeded 10,000, the "dark gray" "Character" column in the original gold finger panel was lit up.
You can get exclusive character customization from it.
There are gender, age, name, nationality, etc.
But depending on the features you add, the points required will increase. For example: you only need an "ordinary infantryman". This kind of cannon fodder-level combatant requires about 2,000 points, but if you add "NATO Firearms Proficiency" on top, it will cost an additional 2,000 points.
If you get enough points, everyone fucks Stallone?
But it will be adjusted according to the position.
Currently a police inspector, deputy warden, and can only get 20 people.
Isn’t this trying to push yourself up! !
Looking at it now, the prison guards in the emergency unit only need to spend a small amount of money. It seems that they are still a good deal.
Does Goldfinger want to be a policeman or a warlord?
He used 3000 points to "pinch" two technicians with "basic welding".
One is named Yuri and the other is Coster.
The most important thing is that they don't look particularly "dumb". Even if you strip them naked, you can still see hair where there should be hair.
“Boss!” The two of them even had joy on their faces when they saw Victor.
"Where are the things?"
Yuri pointed to the room, "It has been arranged."
"Come on, I will take you to see what is real. Firepower!" Victor said to the two people behind him and walked in first.
Best and Casare looked at each other, always feeling that the boss's smile was a bit malicious. When they walked in the door, they stared at each other instantly.
I saw an...artillery next to the boss! !
"How about the M3 artillery, an American product? Weld it to a pickup truck and kill that bastard with one shot. Do their firepower have as much firepower as mine?"
Two people listened. His eyes are straight.
You are just playing around!
They only have a few guns at most, but you just use the cannon?
Are you being too bullying?
Moreover, this "combat pickup truck" also refreshed their understanding. Can weapons be used in this way?
It was in 1987 that armed pickup trucks became famous all over the world.
That year, armed conflict broke out in Libya and Chad. The Libyan army was well equipped at the time. The Chadian army only has 400 civilian Toyota pickup trucks. However, this time the Chadian army installed anti-tank missiles on the pickup trucks. It used its mobility and flexibility to deal with the Libyan tank troops in the vast desert, interspersed with guerrillas, and finally Actually defeated the arrogant Libyan troops.
In fact, Mexican drug lords also began to practice "combat pickup trucks" in the early 1990s. During the armed conflicts in Sinaloa and Tijuana, heavy machine guns were installed on pickup trucks and fired at the crowd.
This thing is cheap, strong and durable. It is a must-have for home travel.
“Weld it on.”
With Victor’s instructions, Yuri and Coster got started. Duke’s eyes next to him shone. After seeing Victor enter the room, he said to Best, “ Boss, the boss has enough connections, and the artillery has been brought in."
"This is not a good thing," Best sighed.
"What do you say? Is there any problem?"
"If artillery is really used, what do you think will happen to those large drug trafficking groups? They will definitely have to upgrade their equipment. Some of them are drug dealers themselves. Places with rampant activities will definitely become more cruel."
Duke clearly understands the urinary nature of drug lords. If they know that there is such a "game", they will definitely join in and be able to defeat the drug lords. The battle between them has turned into a "war"!
There is also an "arms race" among drug lords.
Los Zetas spent 60 million US dollars to purchase arms in 2009, and they also bid from all over the world.
Aren't you mentally retarded?
Who dares to sell it to you?
Can’t you send a fax in private?
No! Can't you write a letter?
With a population of over 8 million, Papua New Guinea’s military expenditure was only US$84 million in 2017!
Your drug trafficking group is more vicious than a country.
The Fortune 500 cannot have "illegal organizations", otherwise, Mexico will definitely be the country with the most "enterprises" on the list.
“But does this have anything to do with us?” Duke hesitated, “Boss, it’s better for others to die in Mexico than for us to die.”
I was about to be killed. If you kill her, why are you still trying to be a virgin bitch?
"I'm just sighing, idiot!" Best said angrily.
"Come here and help me," Casare shouted from the pickup truck.
"Coming, coming." Duke hurriedly ran over.
The group of people were busy until early in the morning. Anyway, they just need to fix it, weld it, and don’t knock themselves over with one shot.
When Victor was called out, he looked at the "combat pickup truck" and felt the pressure coming towards him. A 37mm caliber couldn't be a "gun", right?
An idea suddenly occurred to me.
If I have a factory in the future, can I export these to Africa?
If you sell it cheaper, it should be very popular.
You can't sell it to Mexican drug traffickers. If you blow yourself up, you'll lose more than you gain.
But he suddenly thought of a question.
“Which one of you knows how to fire a cannon!”
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PS: As mentioned in the first chapter, it cannot just summon arms, there are other things, the settings are slowly being completed.
There is a serious shortage of supporting roles. Friends who need roles can leave a message!
(End of this chapter)