Chapter 78 I am not God, not now.
Alvaro looked at the painful expressions of the team members and moved his eyes away in a panic.
"Your name, army number, and purpose of coming!" Victor stared at him and asked.
But he was quite brave, but he just didn’t say anything.
Victor didn't tolerate him either, so he had someone tie one of his legs with a rope, and then tied him to a Humvee. Alvaro panicked, "Stop, I'm a soldier of the leading country, you You have no right to punish me..."
No rights?
Let your boss come and talk to me.
Boom~
The police officer driving the car stepped on the accelerator, dragged him and rushed out.
Let him experience what it means: extreme human body racing.
The friction on his back soon made Alvaro scream in pain, and he struggled to pull the rope off his feet, but the stone road on Guadalupe Island was not good at all, and the car dragged him across a sharp stone. The clothes on the back were torn instantly, piercing deeply into the flesh.
The blood instantly infected the entire dress, leaving traces on the road.
Victor leaned against the Humvee, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the returning vehicle, "One more lap!"
He hadn't even finished his cigarette, so what was he anxious about?
The police officer nodded and took Alvaro, who had lost half his life, and ran around again. His back was a bloody mess, and one of his legs was broken at 90 degrees.
When he came back, Alvaro's body was swollen and covered in blood, and his breathing was weak.
Victor walked over, not caring about being dirty, and stepped on the opponent's face. The dagger in his hand was inserted into the opponent's thigh, and Alvaro screamed in pain.
Did you see that even a tough guy can feel pain?
Death is not scary, pain is scary!
"Cheer up, don't fall asleep, now, can you answer my question?"
Victor is very considerate, and the way he wakes people up is full of "Victorian" romance.
"Abre...Rego of the Gulf Group." Alvaro finally became honest, with pain on his face and unable to raise his breath, "He offered a reward of 5 million US dollars for your life."
That’s it.
5 million US dollars!
No wonder even Guatemalans are tempted and want to make extra money when they are away on official business.
Victor's expression calmed down and he licked the inside of his lips. He squinted his eyes and said calmly, "My name is Victor. Please go to Satan's place and say hello to him for me. I wish him good morning, good afternoon and good night!"
Alvaro's eyes narrowed and he saw the man reflected in his pupils. He took out a gun and pointed it at his head and fired all the bullets.
"Get rid of them, gentlemen, malicious people are not welcome on Guadalupe Island!"
Kennedy pointed his submachine gun at the Guatemalan soldier kneeling on the ground with his head in his arms. Shoot!
“That bastard from Matatros put a bounty of 5 million on my head. It’s less. He’s too stingy. 10 million! No! 20 million US dollars. Whoever kills him will get the reward. .”
Victor waved.
"Except for him, everyone in the Abrego family has a price. This is a reward from the Guadalupe Island Police Department!"
"Announce it to the public!"
Money, are you afraid I don’t have it?
It’s okay, there are plenty of drug lords there!
…
Victor also visited the injured. Seven people died. Their families hugged the bodies and cried. This made Victor, who already considered Guadalupe Island his own territory, very unhappy.
Revenge!
He wants revenge!
When I returned to the police office, I saw Casare answering the phone with a helpless expression. When he saw him coming in, he quickly covered the phone and gestured to him.
"Alejandro!"
This is his "old boss" and "lifelong friendship".
He took a deep breath, took the phone from Casare, and tried to soften his tone, "Good afternoon, Mr. Alejandro."
Opposite He was quiet for a while, then became very angry, and said with gritted teeth, "Victor! How much trouble have you caused!"
"? I have always been obedient and get along well with the people."
Drug dealer: ...
Alejandro: "Your reputation has spread throughout Mexico. Everyone praises you as the light of the police. Some people even hang your photos in the alleys of the slums. , tell me, did you kill all the drug dealers in Guadalupe Island?”
“Don’t lie to me, more than 400 corpses washed up on the beach in Ensenada!”
Victor was still telling lies, "They must have slipped and fell into the water." Alejandro laughed angrily at this sentence, "I hope you can still be so calm when facing consultation."
"Consultation?" Victor frowned repulsively, "Which miscellaneous... sir is here?"
"I'm responsible!"
The atmosphere on the phone suddenly went cold.
"Thanks to your blessing, I have been offered a new position as the director of security department in Baja California."
Victor's eyes lit up when he heard the news.
The first thought that came to mind was, if my old boss died in any city in Baja California, would I be able to wipe out the local drug dealers under the banner of avenging him and maintaining order?
But you can’t ask directly, right?
How embarrassing is this?
"I think you need bodyguards, sir! I have 300 people at your disposal at any time."
Alejandro coughed violently when he heard this number.
"When did you get so many people here?"
"There will always be like-minded people supporting each other on the road to the light. As long as the drug dealers don't die, we will always fight."
Can Mexico Are there so many enlightened people?
Alejandro remained skeptical. He pondered for a moment and softened his tone, "Victor, there are too many drug dealers in Mexico. You are now a threat to them. They will find ways to eradicate you. You are not God. , you can't predict your own danger."
"We should learn to retreat appropriately, which is also for better progress."
Victor raised his brows, "Sir, I am not God, not now. But I will pull the trigger and kill all the drug dealers, and there will be no danger."
"Jesus' hands are only suitable for blowing whistles, not shooting guns. "
Even though Alejandro knew that he was a arrogant person, he was shocked by the "boldness" in his tone. Speaking ill of drug dealers in Mexico was simply full of BUFF.
"You'd better watch your words, Victor..."
"My name is Victor Carlos Vieri, not Unsirvientede Dios (Servant of God), maybe, Mexicans should sing my name.”
Victor looked at his watch and said, "Okay SIR, remember to prepare for me when you take office. I'm going to have afternoon tea. Goodbye."
He hung up the phone after saying that.
Casare next to him poked his head over, "Boss, what you said is really wonderful. Don't worry, I don't believe in Jesus. I will ask my younger brothers and sisters to believe in you too."
Victor was He started laughing.
"Mr. Alejandro is coming to Baja California to take up the post of head of the security department?" Casare said softly, seeing Victor nodding and frowning, "When the previous head went out to play with his family Missing, the bodies of three people were found stuffed into a sealed fuel tank last month and were finally discovered by a cleaner.”
"The murderer was a local drug dealer who defected to Tijuana and committed suicide out of fear of crime."
"He banned drugs?" Victor said in surprise.
Casare nodded, "Caught the son of Benjamin, the Tijuana drug cartel, and he was released the day after he disappeared."
If there is nothing fishy in this , it is better to believe that there are no drug traffickers in Mexico.
“I’m afraid Mr. Alejandro…”
Victor suddenly said, "What do you think is the chance of him dying there?"
Casare was stunned for a moment.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just worried about sir!"
But my intuition told me that it didn't seem to be the case.
“About 80%, drug dealers prefer to have drug dealers in power.”
Casare looked at Victor's thoughtful look, hesitated and said, "Boss, I think it is in our interests that Mr. Alejandro is alive."
"What are you thinking about? I'm just worried. It's just for his safety." Victor said without batting an eye.
Kasare also had a slight headache when meeting such a boss.
Hopefully…
Bless Mr. Alejandro.
He is a rare good man.
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PS: Everyone knows that a "frightening" scene happened this afternoon, which affected my mood when writing, but I still try to send more to you today. After it is put on the shelves Try to make every day possible!
Please forgive me.
(End of this chapter)