Chapter 43 She is beautiful, her eyes are like diamonds.
"Victor..."
Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Casare shouted, glanced at Harrison from the corner of his eye, and continued in a low voice, "There is a piece of paper on the body. ”
He took it out of his pocket and handed it over.
Victor grabbed it and saw it written in Spanish: "Diossabe, nosofendes? Grupopedro! (God knows, did you offend us? - Pedro Group!)"
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very good!
Very arrogant!
Mexican criminal groups like to hang their names.
I don’t know what these bastards think. Sometimes they bomb government agencies and even announce with great fanfare that they did it.
Maybe, they just want to scare others.
Victor handed the note to Harrison, "I want to meet the person who found them."
What he said was simple, but everyone understood that he was very angry!
"Understood." Harrison nodded.
Victor glanced at Lina again and left.
This country is too dirty to tolerate even a little sunshine, so it should be blown up by atomic bombs.
Tears?
It’s just a tool for the weak to vent.
Find them and kill them!
The best way is to fight violence with violence.
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November 1st.
Fidler Pedro was sitting in his Ferrari F40, looking at the parade crossing the road to celebrate the Day of the Dead, and couldn't help but spit.
He grew up in the United States. What he dislikes the most is this kind of "ignorant" festival. He likes carnival and parties. As the eldest son of the Pedro family, he has the financial resources.
Hang the horn hard.
One step on the accelerator, boom boom boom!
It rushed towards the crowd. Some people had no time to avoid the suddenly accelerating vehicle, and were directly pushed away. They fell several times in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.
Screams rang out from the parade behind them.
Fidler Pedro had a sick smile on his face.
He didn't like Mexico. The reason he came back was because he was racing in the United States and killed a pregnant woman and a local policeman. He had no choice but to run away.
The United States is different. You will go to jail. Come back quickly and avoid the limelight.
But the arrogance in his heart cannot be hidden. A hybrid will always be a hybrid in his DNA. In Mexico, he doesn't care if he kills someone.
His family has a lot of money and power, and he can kill whoever he wants!
Seeing that there was a red light ahead, Fiedler Pedro stepped on the accelerator and accelerated directly. When he drove to the middle of the road, a dirt truck rushed over and hit him. tail.
The airbag of the Ferrari F40 popped out instantly, the car body rolled on the ground, and then hit the green belt next to it.
Only 10 seconds after the car accident, a car drove up next to the Ferrari. Four men in hoods got out of the car, opened the door with pressure pliers, and dragged the unconscious Fiedler Pei. Dro came out and threw it in the trunk.
One of them took out a pen and wrote on the car: "Victor Carlos Vieri, phone number..."
After writing, he threw the pen away, got into the passenger seat, and left gracefully.
The police who came after hearing the news saw the Ferrari F40 and screamed, "This car is too familiar." The deputy police inspector leading the team quickly called the Pedro family and asked them to People protect the scene.
Ten minutes later, two cars drove up, and seven or eight strong men got off. The leader grabbed the deputy inspector and said, "Where is Fidler?"
Deputy The inspector was so caught that he didn't even dare to reply, except that he didn't see it either.
"Head, someone wrote the phone number here." Someone found the number on the car.
The leading man pushed aside the deputy inspector and walked to the car. He squinted at the string of names and felt... they sounded familiar.
No matter who it is, who offends the Pedro family will not end well!
……Wow~
A bucket of water was thrown on Fidler Pedro’s face.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the pain all over his body suddenly occupied the cerebral cortex, making him groan. Then he felt that he was tied to an "iron bed" , four people stood in front of him.
Three of them were wearing hoods, and one was holding a cigarette and looking at him.
“Give him adrenaline.”
Fidel Pedro went to the man without a hood and ordered him, and a man next to him walked towards him with a syringe. .
He struggled hard, "Who are you! I am Fiedler, the eldest son of the Pedro family. If you need anything, you can tell me and I can give it to you. Money, one million US dollars is enough!"
Seeing the person getting closer, he panicked again and increased the price: "5 million US dollars!"
But Harrison didn't care at all and pushed adrenaline into his veins. Soon, he He felt excited. It should be said that his mind felt very excited.
The other two people next to him picked up buckets and poured water on him a few more times. His whole body was instantly soaked, and then they pushed the iron bed he was lying on hard!
Fidler Pedro's eyes were dark, and he shouted in panic and fear, "Hey, hey!"
The cold wind from both sides blew his face.
He knows where this is.
Dead Man’s Freezer!
He felt that his whole body was frozen before his eyes, but he could feel the pain, his brain was very excited, and he even saw a woman.
I don’t know how long it took before he was pulled out.
Lying on the iron bed, he was shivering.
Ice accumulated on my body.
Victor stood in front of him, took a puff of his cigarette, raised his head and closed his eyes, "There is a girl, um, a very cute girl, her eyes are very beautiful, like diamonds."
"She can grow up soon and see this beautiful world. She can read, have knowledge and friends, she can get married, have children and a family."
Victor exhaled, eyes Opening it, "But it's gone, what the hell, haha."
He put the cigarette close to Fidel Pedro's right eye, and then pressed it firmly. The eyeball seemed... burnt.
It was also accompanied by a smell.
And...Fiedler's scream.
"Listen, you will feel pain too." Victor let go of his hand, and the cigarette butt actually stuck to it.
He stretched out his hand, and Harrison behind him handed him a hammer and hit the opponent's frozen right leg hard. Of course, it couldn't be broken, but it could rot!
"Ah!! Hehe... spare me, let me go." Fidler begged, tears and snot mixed together.
Nothing like the son of a drug lord.
"She must have cried like this." Victor raised the hammer and continued to smash it. Even Harrison, who had seen a lot, felt a little nauseous.
Just then, the phone rang.
A prison guard quickly handed it to him.
Victor picked up, and it was like a wild boar roaring, "Victor! I know it's you! Where is my son!"
Fidler Pedro heard his father on the phone His voice suddenly became aggrieved, with a cry, "Save me."
"Mr. Wasili, your son smiles very happily. If you have time, you should find a mistress to have another child."
Vasli Pedro on the opposite side was immediately frightened when he heard this, "Don't do it..."
"Ah!!!"
A hammer hit his palm, causing blood and flesh, and the screams made Vasili feel heartbroken.
"Don't worry, I will break his limbs first and then kill him, Mr. Wasley, God pray to me, your sins should be judged!"
Victor Li He picked up the hammer and hit Fiedler Pedro on the head with his desperate eyes.
……
Brothers and sisters, there are two new updates on the shelves. There are currently two updates.
Also, don’t say whether it’s cool or not. . . I'm afraid. For now, it's fine if the plot is harsher. The protagonist is a policeman. Is it wrong to kill a drug lord?
(End of this chapter)