Chapter 66 Padrino! (The Godfather)
Victor's "television speech" is still useful.
The temptation of $1,000 is too great!
More than 10 people have taken away the reward.
The bodies of the drug dealers were hung on the street, with the words "mataralnarcotraficanteesinocente! (Killing drug dealers is not guilty!)" written in Spanish.
Even the TV station broadcasted Victor's speeches in the morning, noon and evening, stimulating people's thinking.
In this case, the drug traffickers' revenge methods are becoming more and more cruel.
Dawn.
When everyone is still sleeping.
More than a dozen cars rushed into the Morelos neighborhood. Hundreds of drug dealers jumped out of them, rushed into the mottled old residential area, kicked open the rooms, and threatened them to come out with weapons raised.
Get everyone out into the clearing.
There are also some who are just wearing underpants and shivering in the cold wind.
Valentina hugged Santos hard and stood nervously in the crowd, constantly comforting her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
It started to rain lightly in the sky.
Tutu tutu—
The sound of gunshots frightened the people so much that they couldn't help but scream.
"Very good, it seems that you still know what fear is, but! Some people have forgotten it, and we are happy to remind you that the policeman cannot stay on Guadalupe Island for a long time, but we will never Here!" a drug trafficker leader shouted, raising his weapon.
"Betrayal has to pay a price!"
"Ah ah ah! Help, spare me, spare me... I won't dare to do it again."
Suddenly There were cries and shouts above their heads. Everyone looked up and saw two drug dealers holding down a man on the rooftop. The man was holding an iron rod and begging for mercy.
While his family stood to one side shivering.
"Crittens." Santos saw his little friend, whose freckled face was covered with tears.
The drug dealer might have been a little annoyed, so he lifted him up forcefully, and then threw him down from the rooftop. A scream could still be heard in the air.
Poof...
Have you ever seen a watermelon break open?
Vallentina covered Santos' eyes, but the latter opened them and stared at the body.
The drug dealer leader looked at the frightened and timid eyes of the people and was obviously satisfied, "Do you know why this is? This is revenge, a warning from gentlemen Reclusoseconfinamiento (confinement prisoners)!"
He waved his hand as he spoke.
The rest of the people on the rooftop were thrown down by the drug dealers.
“No, no, no! I don’t want to die yet!”
"Sir, let us go! Please!"
Santos's arm was tightly held by his mother, and he said in the voice of only two people, "Anger can't change the fact that you are weak, Santos, you have to Learn to be patient!”
He could only watch as his friend was thrown down and turned into a pulp.
The drug dealer left. Before leaving, he opened the car window and shouted, "Whoever collects the body for them, I will kill the next one."
Even after the car was far away, it seemed that there was still someone there. A stone fell on everyone's head, and everyone's expression was solemn.
"From now on, let's stay away from those policemen..." An old man with a beard stood up and spoke.
He obviously has a lot of status in the neighborhood.
Many people agreed, and some complained, "These police officers really can't do anything good. Kill the drug dealers? Have they finished killing the drug dealers? They just sat in the office and took off their pants. Holding your butt to the microphone, no words are worthy of belief."
"Without the police station and government, wouldn't the security here be bad?"
" I think so, our life can go on without the police, but when they come, we can’t live on.” The adults around me said something to each other.
“No!”
Santos broke away from Valentina’s hand, stood up and shouted, “Drugs are a danger to the entire society, Mr. Victor and the others represent justice!”
"What's the use of justice? We just want to live, Santos, where is the policeman, where is he now?"
"Yes, don't speak for them either, be careful of drug dealers killing you."
"The Mexican government doesn't care about drugs. What does a policeman care about..."
Santos listened to their words and shouted at the top of his lungs, "You guys are weaklings!"
"Then why didn't you just do that? "Stand up, are you afraid of death?" Someone retorted, "You are just like us, you have no effect except shouting"
A few children who were older than him kept surrounding him. chatter.
People, what they don’t like the most is someone refuting them, even if they know they are wrong.
Santos pushed away the crowd, "No, Mr. Victor can't be wrong!"
He ran away as he said that. Valentina called him quickly, but she couldn't catch up.
The rain fell harder and harder, and the ground was instantly covered with mud.
Santos fell down, got up again, and ran directly to the police station. The police officer standing outside the cordon saw him and wanted to say hello, but he could only see his back.
Run to the hall in one breath.
"Hey, Santos, what's wrong with you?" a familiar police officer joked.
"Where is Mr. Victor?"
"Isn't this our reserve police officer? Why did you forget to bring an umbrella when you went out?" Victor joked as he walked down the stairs with a smile, and Santos immediately pounced on him. I didn't know whether it was runny nose or tears on my face.
“Crittens is dead, he was my best friend, his whole family was thrown from the building by drug dealers, they also warned us that we are not allowed to help the police, otherwise they will kill us, many People are scared..."
Santos cried and told what happened.
Victor knelt down and wiped his tears, "Perhaps on the road to pursuing the truth, we all find that we have to accept some unfairness, endure hardships we should not bear, and experience unreasonable setbacks, but we must bite the bullet Jia Guan, keep fighting!”
“Officer Santos, I will teach you the first lesson today”
Victor stood up, and the other police officers held their breath, “Besides us. When you have absolute firepower, don't hide your anger in your chest. All we have to do is turn on the safety and kill them!"
"Forgiveness is God's business, all we have to do is send them to see God! "
"Casare, bring our new guy, Kennedy brings 60 people fully armed, let's blow up those bastards!"
Santos looked up.
Victor wiped his face with his hands and turned towards the door.
"Gentlemen, let them understand the consequences of offending me, Victor!"
Santos ran out after him, and he saw police officers wearing hoods going to park several cars nearby. The plastic awning on the back pocket of the pickup truck was lifted.
“What is that?”
"The Type 64 120mm mortar is equipped with high-explosive bombs. The director plans to blow up the entire drug trafficking group." A police officer beside him sighed.
Although Santos doesn't know what the model number means, he understands the numbers.
120mm?
Isn’t the bigger the number, the more powerful it is?
The concept of caliber began to appear in my little mind.
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(End of this chapter)