Chapter 60 Victor’s Fire Theory!
Civilian cargo ships are not slow either.
But when we saw Guadalupe Island, the sky was also gray.
A fierce battle is taking place on the dock.
A Mi-8 armed helicopter was bombing the dock back and forth. This is Victor's purpose: If you don't kill all the drug dealers, there will be no need for infrastructure!
The drug dealers, who had long been suspicious of helicopters, cried for their fathers and mothers, and many even jumped off the pier, disappearing in an instant when a wave of waves came over.
This is the Pacific Ocean, brother, not your community swimming pool.
Kennedy Heisenberg and 20 EDM members got off the civilian ship, got on the captured assault boat, and rushed towards the dock.
The machine gun mounted on the bow began to fire.
This is called getting a head start.
Even if you can't kill someone, you can still scare them.
In fact, it takes an average of about 10,000 rounds of bullets to destroy an enemy in modern warfare. Sometimes you may not look very fierce, but the unlucky ones are the pedestrians walking by. If it is an African nigga, with their randomness In terms of marksmanship, this value needs to be extended.
"Run! Victor is coming to the island!"
The drug dealer leader stomped his feet vigorously and shouted at the top of his lungs at the drug dealers rushing up around him, "Don't run, Don’t run away!”
But the drug dealer who has been beaten to death doesn’t care who you are?
After less than ten minutes of resistance, the gunfire gradually stopped.
Mi-8 hovers around the pier.
“Pull the ship over!”
The Norwegian captain laughed bitterly, wishing to slap himself, so he shouldn’t take this business. The sea route to Tijuana is out of the question in the short term. If he leaves, the drug dealers will definitely hate him.
咣~
The ship made a dull sound when it docked at the dock, and the ship's hull swayed, which made people who were a little seasick a little nervous. When the cargo hold was opened, the TPz-1 armored vehicle rushed out first.
The convoy did not stay at the dock for long and drove directly towards the police station.
The sudden arrival of the motorcade attracted many residents to stand on the balcony and watch. Written on the car was: Policía (Police), reminding everyone that the new armed forces have officially intervened!
Some people are happy, while others are hesitant.
But this time the formation looks really big.
"Mom, are these the police?" In a residential building on the roadside, a little boy stood on a chair and looked outside. He looked at the woman next to him and whispered, "I know the words on their car. .”
“Teacher, Policía specializes in beating up bad guys, right?”
“Then you won’t have to pay protection fees when you set up a stall?”
“Why haven’t I seen the police on Guadalupe Island before?”
“Then can they bring dad back?”
The woman was unable to answer a series of questions and just wiped away her tears.
No matter how hard the drug traffickers "control" the basic territory, they are criminal organizations after all, not charity organizations. On small islands hanging in the Pacific like Guadalupe Island, they are even more unscrupulous.
It is mandatory for all men to serve drug dealers!
Help them transport, unload, and smuggle goods!
If you don’t agree, feed them all to the sharks.
Many family breadwinners died during this period.
In other words: Guadalupe Island has been a bitter drug dealer for a long time!
Although this new police force seems to have really sophisticated weapons and good morale, who knows whether they can control the security of the island?
People's confidence in Victor is not very high.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!”
"Butcher! Get out of our hometown!"
"We don't need the police, we have our own order!"
While the woman was still wiping her tears, a team appeared in front of the motorcade There are hundreds of people in the team, including men and women, many of them are elderly and even use crutches. They also hold banners in their hands: Guadalupe Island belongs to the real people!
They were so angry that they threw the rocks in their hands at the convoy.
They all look like a group of warriors protecting their homeland.
But this is also one of the methods used by drug traffickers.
Actually, this group of people is also a member of the drug cartel. They used to be the backbone when they were young, but now they are generally older. From a basic point of view, even if you are a criminal, when you are old, you are still should be "forgiven".
As for taking rocks instead of guns, it is also because from this point of view, they are just "civilians!"
They can be featured in public opinion.
Drug traffickers have used this method to kill many government departments.
Evil people like to use shit mixed with kindness to disgust people.
The tweeter on the TPz-1 armored vehicle made a "sizzling" sound, "Any behavior that attacks law enforcement officers is illegal. Our department will resolutely defend the security and stability of Guadalupe Island..."< br>
But this kind of dispersing voice is obviously not lethal to this group of old drug dealers, and some people smashed the tweeters with stones.
"Since persuasion is useless, let the caliber speak for itself! Shoot!"
Old drug lord?
He's also a drug lord! Do you really think Uncle Victor is very kind-hearted?
The wealth you have enjoyed should be returned today!
The police officers in the TPz-1 armored vehicle heard Victor's order and without any hesitation, opened the weapon system and loaded the weapon.
Shoot!
Da da da da da da...
The old drug dealers in front, with an average age of 65+, were just like targets and were swept to death!
This group of old drug dealers dropped their flags and ran away crying for their fathers and mothers, but they were old and their legs were weak. The advantage of turning around and running was that they were shot in the back of the head.
“The police shot!”
There was some uproar in the nearby residential buildings. They heard about the conflict that took place in front of the police station, but they did not see it with their own eyes.
But this time, they were shooting at drug dealers in residential areas.
This is equivalent to...
Modern people know about dinosaurs and understand that they are awesome, but they don’t know where they are awesome. One day it appears and kills everyone. It’s this sense of déjà vu.
“Forward!”
The convoy continued to move forward, the old drug dealers who were not killed were howling.
"Pablo, help me! Give me a hand."
"Santans..."
The tires of the armored vehicle ran directly over him, and the screams were endless.
Parents in nearby residential areas quickly covered their children's eyes to prevent them from seeing such a cruel scene.
"Mom, don't cover my eyes, I have grown up." The little boy opened his mother's hand and looked outside.
In his eyes...
The picture reflected is this.
A mighty armored vehicle ran over the drug dealers. The arrogant "gentlemen" began to scream. The drug dealers who only knew how to bully the islanders began to beg for mercy. They were also in pain...
"Use violence to maintain law and order?" the little boy murmured, his eyes shining.
The seeds of "Victor's Theory of Violent Policing" began to be planted.
The streets were filled with blood...
The loudspeakers on the armored vehicles began to play sounds.
“Narcotraficantes, hansalidoarecogersuscadáveres!”
“The drug dealers came out to collect the corpses!”
……
"Bastard!"
"Bastard!"
"Beast!"
On a two-story building in the distance, beyond the range of the armored vehicle's artillery, here A lot of drug lords gathered.
All the famous people on Guadalupe Island are here.
When they saw this scene happening in the distance, they cursed one after another.
"What should we do? This damn Victor is going to fight us to the end!"
"Call someone and rush to the police station again. I don't believe we can kill him!"
Most of the drug lords have not received formal education and have very explosive tempers.
“I think we can find another way.”
A gentle-looking man wearing glasses and a suit suddenly raised his hand.
"Alberto, what can you do?"
"Yes, you studied in the United States and have some ideas, please tell me."
< br>Alberto raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand.
“We can ask the traders not to provide them with food and living supplies. Many supplies on the island are in our hands, and we will continue to consume them. Before long, he will cooperate with us or Surrender.”
The eyes of the surrounding drug lords lit up.
“This is a good idea.”
“Okay, let’s do it, let the people below inform them, if anyone sells supplies to those policemen, their whole family will be killed!”
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PS: I’ll give it to you all, don’t scold me!
(End of this chapter)