Chapter 79 Pay attention to people! (Additional updates!)
Victoria City, the capital of Tamaulipas.
In a private hospital named: HappyHeavenlyKingdom.
Abrego is pushing his uncle Juan Nepomuson for a walk in the garden.
Nepomussen, who looked tired, coughed and laughed at himself helplessly, "That's what happens when you get old. You have to run to the hospital every two days, which makes you worry about me. ”
Abrego's body was a little fat. He smiled and put his hand on Nepomuson's shoulder. "Uncle, what is this? You have put me on your shoulders since I was a child. If it weren't for you, I might have starved to death on the street." "
"My little Abrego has grown up too." The old man always likes to recall and sigh, "I am old too."
"Don't worry, uncle, this hospital. The doctors here are great and they will take good care of you. If you are dissatisfied, tell me and I can ask someone to come from the United States.”
I don’t know if this “invitation” is informal. .
"What else am I dissatisfied with? Compared with other old guys, at least I can die peacefully and not die on the street. This is already the greatest blessing."
Abrego looked at the age spots on Nepomusen's face. He could only sigh in his heart and give him a check in his final career.
Just when he was enjoying the rare good weather, a key member ran over and opened his mouth. When he saw Nepomuson, he closed it again.
"Go ahead and do your work. Just let the nurse push me back." The old man understood the situation and patted the other person's arm. Abrego nodded, "Uncle, I'll come see you when I'm done."
Nepomuson smiled and nodded.
Abrego hurriedly left with the backbone, and passed by a doctor wearing a mask. The doctor looked back at him, and then looked at Nepomuson. When he saw him alone, Just walked over and said, "Let me help you, sir."
Nepomussen raised his head. The old man was very cautious in nature and looked at the other person up and down. This was his "habit", but when he thought about it, this was a private hospital.
Most of the private hospitals in Mexico have "backgrounds".
Drug cartels, the government, and local gangs jointly funded it. What was the purpose?
It is a "protected residence" for some old drug dealers who want to retire. If you walk too much at night, you will always be afraid.
People.
The older you get, the more you fear death!
“Thank you, doctor.” Nepomuson smiled. He looked like an ordinary old man. Who would have thought that he once monopolized the local smuggling channels at the US-Mexico border in Matamoros and brothel?
The doctor nodded and pushed the wheelchair into the building.
Most of these drug lords live in single suites, which have three rooms and a bathroom, plus a TV, air conditioner and air purifier. The sheets are changed every day.
The doctor pushed Nepomuson into the room, and the latter waved his hand and said with a smile, "I will just do it myself, thank you."
"You're welcome, Mr. Nepomussen, but someone asked me to bring you a message."
The doctor took off his mask, locked the door with his backhand, and leaned his head over, "Mr. Victor says hello to you! "
He grabbed Nepomuson's hair, covered his face and dragged him hard. Of course the latter struggled, but where did this old man get the strength to compete with a strong young man.
I was dragged out of the wheelchair and into the bathroom.
Push Nepomusen directly into the toilet!
The old man struggled hard.
But the toilet water got in through the nostrils and ears.
After a while, my whole body went limp.
If you don’t believe it, you can find a toilet and try it yourself. Generally, you will choke on water quickly.
Letting go of his hand, Nepomuson fell to the ground, his whole face turned purple. The killer calmly turned on the faucet and washed his hands, then slowly took out a dark pen from his jacket pocket and painted it on the prominent wall of the room. It says:
"Víctor terecuerda, pornavor, respetalaley!"
(Victor reminds you, please abide by the law!)
After the killer finished writing this, he picked up the wheelchair that fell on the ground, opened the door and left .
Fingerprint?
Does Mexico still need anti-fingerprints to kill people?
If you have a temper, come and take revenge on me. If you have the ability, take my head away.
After waiting for the killer to leave for three or four minutes, a caregiver with a relaxed look came in, but within two seconds, he ran out screaming. His face was pale, but his legs became weak after running for two steps. , fell to the ground.
When my colleagues ran over and saw the scene in the room, they were also frightened.
Abrego received the news soon.
He looked at Nepomuson, who was staring at him, half-kneeling on one knee, reaching out to touch his eyes, taking a deep breath, and stood up with red eyes.
After walking out of the ward and looking at the trembling nurse standing at the door, Abrego said with no humanity at all: "I don't want to see them."
The drug dealer next to him went up and grabbed the nurse's hair. He was dragged out like a dead dog. The caregivers scream, beg for mercy, and cry loudly, but you want to make a bastard like a drug lord relent?
You might as well beg the Vatican to hang the Tathagata.
“Boss, Lutoyvicisitud (sorry!).”
Abrego's triangular eyes reflected ferocity, "Don't talk nonsense! Let Victor express his condolences!"
"Tell the people in Tijuana to kill Victor, I will give up two American channels, and also Introduce the products of the Colombian Cali Group to them!”
When I heard this, I almost said: Boss, think again.
The look on Abrego's face made him shut up instantly. He didn't want to be stuffed into the toilet.
Everyone in the Gulf Group knows the position of Nepomuson in Abrego's heart.
There are even rumors from some meddlesome people that the two are not uncle-nephew, but illegitimate children. It's not like Nepomussen doesn't have a son.
As for passing the position to a nephew?
There must be something fishy here.
But Abrego’s power in the Gulf Group is too deep, but no one touches his brow.
He said it exactly!
…
When Nepomuson died, Victor received a "point reminder".
He is a rather narrow-minded person.
I can’t fuck you, Abrego, so how can I kill the uncle you care about most?
When did it become necessary to maintain fairness and justice?
Victor tells all drug dealers that he will do anything he wants!
Either you don’t want to do it, or if you want to do it, it depends on who is guilty.
He is alone anyway.
And in order to prevent the family members of the prison guards from being coerced, he has also asked people to organize the "police apartment" and pick up their relatives in the past two days.
“Design a fort for me here!”
On Guadalupe Island, Victor moved 300 meters sideways to the edge of the pier, drawing strokes on a hill on the side of the AK-630M 30mm 6-barreled naval gun.
This hill is not high, only about 70 meters, but it is enough to overlook half of the island.
"You make an open one, and I will put four anti-aircraft guns here. When people come from the sky, I will masturbate, and when ships come from the sea, I will flatten them."
Victor is eating. Too bad.
If the Guatemalan special forces encounter this kind of operation again, I guarantee that they will be shot down and fed to the great white sharks at the beach.
Let me mention here, Victor asked Casare to throw the drugs into the sea...
Recently, the habits of great white sharks have been found in the sea to become strange.
But nothing to do with Victor.
Do the people from the Animal Welfare Organization have artillery?
"Boss, if the Mexican government knew... would it..." Casare mentioned next to him.
"Oh, yes, and the government." Victor patted his forehead as if he suddenly thought of it.
Should we ignore them like this?
"Casare, we are also official. When Alejandro comes, we can even ask him to move Baja California's security department here."
At that time, myself Just...
He is a loyal minister!
It was just a matter of borrowing Alejandro’s autograph.
He has no soldiers or generals under his command, so he calls himself a protective leader.
Casare waved his hands helplessly, and suddenly saw a police officer running towards him in the distance. He immediately cheered up, "What's wrong?"
"The new city in the state The officers are here, and they also brought the Guatemalan army’s external affairs officers. They were very aggressive, and they looked like..."
Victor’s ears were also perked, and he smiled when he heard this.
"Come in a team? It's great, we just happened to team up and go!"
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(End of this chapter)