Chapter 68 The spark of career!
120mm mortar shelling for 5 consecutive rounds!
With a visual inspection, the hillside was lowered by several centimeters.
Kennedy Heisenberg, the third person in the "Victor Cartel", rushed forward with the police officers, fearing that someone would survive under such bombardment.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, I surrender!"
There was a criminal in the swimming pool in the yard. He was obviously really lucky. When he saw Kennedy and others, he quickly raised his hands and begged, "I still have a seventy-year-old mother..."
Bump!
Kennedy went over with a shotgun and blew up the opponent's head. "Sorry, I refuse."
"Search! Look inside the safe, bedside table, and other quilt covers." . ”
This is an “extracurricular activity”—house raiding!
If you want to develop Guadalupe Island, you need money. If the drug dealer is dead, don't these belong to Uncle Victor?
Drug dealers like to hide cash at home. When Pablo ran away in Colombia, huge amounts of cash could be found wherever he stayed.
Because their money is "dirty" and needs to be laundered. When Sandra Beltran, the famous female drug lord in Mexico, nicknamed "The King of the Pacific," was arrested in 2007, she was charged with money laundering. .
But the police don’t need these names!
Victor announced to the public that these are the funds of drug dealers. In the future, the money he earned from selling arms can be "washed" in this way. The drug dealers never thought that they could be used by "the uncle" after they died. A pot.
In the end, Kennedy Heisenberg searched the ruins of the Portillo family and found 3 million US dollars and 1.5 million pesos, as well as about 20 kilograms of gold and jewelry estimated to exceed 600,000 US dollars.
When Victor heard the news, he was silent for a long time and looked at Casare with a very firm tone, "The drug dealers will not die until they die! I feel very uncomfortable!"
A cochlea is dying. The drug trafficking families on the island have so much money. You can imagine how much money those drug trafficking groups spanning several continents must have.
No wonder when the DEA arrested drug dealers, many people from the CIA also came forward to hinder it.
Brother, the water inside is too deep. Ordinary people cannot grasp it. Uncle Victor has to come. He has a tough life. The most important thing is that the caliber is thick enough.
When I returned to the police station, as soon as the car stopped, I saw Santos, who had changed his clothes and put on his ill-fitting police uniform, "Mr. Victor, you are so handsome!"
"When did I It’s okay if I can be like you.”
Victor touched his head and said, “Santos, you don’t have to be me, but you must be me. Mexico’s anti-drug cause is not my sole responsibility. , you and your generation are the main force.”
“But now, I stand in front of you. When I get old or fall, you should pick up my career and my fire. , overthrow, fight, and eliminate the drug traffickers who are destroying Mexico."
Santos seemed to be a believer who was listening to "God". He nodded firmly. He suddenly seemed to think of something, "Mr. Victor, what else. I will be baptized in a month. Can you come and be baptized for me?”
Victor was startled, because in places like Europe and the United States, when people are baptized, they are called Padrino, which means: godfather. This has a heavy meaning.
The equivalent of a beacon on his path.
The Italian Mafia likes to do this the most.
Victor looked at Santos with hopeful eyes and touched his head, "Of course, God and I are with you."
Feel the warmth from his palms , Santos rubbed it like a puppy. Here, he found the father's love that he had not felt for a long time.
When you are confused in life, a bright light suddenly appears, and you will find that everything in him is good.
“Father! I finally found someone as great as you!”
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Portillo, “dominated” in the northwest of Guadalupe Island When the family was "live broadcast" to wipe out the family, other drug dealers did not dare to rescue them.
What a joke.
The 120mm caliber is bigger than a fist. What if it hits yourself on the head?
NieveenYakarta Cafe.
The service staff stood aside shivering, and his legs were weakening.
The main cafe is full of strong men with tattoos, guns, nose rings, and even people with words carved on their faces. The visual impact alone is great.
"The Portillo family...is gone." A white man wearing a cowboy hat said in a deep voice.
"Escorpión, we have eyes!" Sitting across from him was a black man, who looked like he had a bad temper.
Mexico is a multi-ethnic country, with about 1.5 million black people living in the states of Guerrero, Oaxaca and Veracruz. "Negro! (Nigger!) Believe it or not, I will stuff your ass into a watermelon!"
This sentence made the black man so angry that he picked up the pistol on the table and pointed it at On the other side, the boys behind the white man quickly took out their guns, and arrows and crossbows were drawn from both sides.
The other drug lords watched with cold eyes.
"Enough!"
Just when the atmosphere was tense, a figure like an iron tower stood up. He was at least 190+cm tall. He was definitely considered a "giant" in Mexico. His eyes were sinister and he frowned. .
This is Francisco, nicknamed: "Guerrero". The organization he leads: "Morsis" is a subordinate unit affiliated with Tijuana and has a "transcendent" status on Guadalupe Island. exist.
Originally, Nico and the white man had no intention of actually fighting. After hearing his words, they sat down in silence.
"Francisco, haven't you heard back from the gentlemen in Tijuana?"
The strong man shook his head, "Gentlemen, allow us to abandon Guadalupe Island."
"What!"
"How can it be!"
"This is impossible "How could gentlemen give such an order?"
The other drug dealers looked at this scene in disbelief.
Especially white people, he shouted louder and louder.
"Juarez announced an alliance with Sinaloa and declared war on Tijuana."
This news was even more shocking, but to put it bluntly, it had nothing to do with them.
If Tijuana is killed by the two major groups, the small organization they are attached to will probably change its boss. This is very common in Mexico.
But now everyone is "begging" for food below Tijuana, so we can't stand up and lift the table.
"What you gentlemen mean..."
The strong man Francesco took a deep breath, with helplessness in his eyes, "Surrender."
"Their fire is too fierce, that bastard Victor" Where did the artillery come from! Damn it, are those Mexican politicians eating shit?" The drug lord cursed, but his expression was obviously relieved.
They...
are really scared.
If the police are equipped with artillery, do your coast guard also have to be equipped with an aircraft carrier?
“I won’t surrender!”
The white man kicked the table away, “You cowards!” After saying that, he kicked the door angrily and left.
Francisco looked at everyone and stood up, "I will go to Victor tomorrow to ensure our interests, and surrender is conditional."
After he left, inside the coffee shop All the drug dealers looked at each other and could only sigh.
If you can't beat it, what can you do?
They are willing to sell anything to survive.
The more ferocious a person is, the more afraid he is of death.
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(End of this chapter)