Chapter 106 Mr. Victor’s world is black and white!
José Herrera Dutt is busy!
Busy collecting money.
He has business dealings with Gulf Group, Juarez and Sinaloa.
As the commander of the judicial police in Baja California, he has stayed in this position for a long time, all thanks to two words: knowing what’s interesting!
When Brother Benjamin was in Tijuana, he provided them with information on police anti-drug operations, which indirectly or directly led to the sacrifice of many colleagues.
But his interests in Baja California were so deep that even the governor Rafael Marquez, who died in the "toilet", had to make concessions to him to a certain extent.
In his mansion, after he and several female models had just finished learning about life, he was lying on the bed smoking when he heard the phone call.
I saw four or five phones on the bedside table.
The red ones are Juarez, the white ones are Sinaloa, and the black ones are the Gulf Group. The other colors are unimportant.
The sound is white.
He took it over and said enthusiastically, "Hi, good evening, sir!"
"Help us do something." Beltran Leiva, one of the brothers opposite, Alfredo, the fourth child, said in a muffled voice, "Zambada was caught by Victor."
The cigarette in Jose Herrera Dut's mouth suddenly felt like it was stuck in his throat, which made him feel uncomfortable. He couldn't help coughing, "What?!"
His voice was so loud that the female models who were playing with each other also turned their heads and looked over. He kicked their butts with his toes and waved to them. leave.
After the female model walked away, Dutt threw the cigarette on the ground and sat up straight, "You want me to help him fish it out?"
The other side was quiet for a while, "Kill him!"
Dute raised his eyebrows and listened to Alfredo's offer, "600,000 US dollars!"
"He is your number two man in Sinaloa, so this price is inappropriate." With a thought in his mind, he immediately figured out what Guzman wanted, and couldn't help but increase the price.
A typical person who will do anything for money.
"Two million US dollars!" Dutt shouted the price himself.
“It’s a deal, but you must do it beautifully.” Alfredo didn’t even pause, as if he didn’t care about the money at all.
MD!
Scream less!
Dutt regretted it deeply, but if he dared to counteroffer now, he would be beaten to death if he failed to make an accurate offer.
"Don't worry, don't you worry that I'm doing a good job?"
After hanging up the phone, Dutt sat on the bed and began to think about how to kill Zambada.
Victor...
I haven’t seen Dutt before, but I heard he was very fierce. The drug dealer he killed on Guadalupe Island screamed, and he was quite capable of beating him down. He also had some people under his command. .
“But just being able to fight is not enough in Mexicali.”
He stuffed the cigarette into the ashtray.
Being able to fight is useful, you have to pay attention to your connections!
Take the bailiff to see this Victor tomorrow. Can he still kill himself?
……
The sun is slightly bright in the sky.
Rarely good weather.
Victor didn't sleep all night last night. The first team and the second team successfully took over the police station and city hall, but they encountered resistance from drug dealers.
Two or three "Blowpipe" surface-to-air missiles went down.
The drug dealers have shut up.
The policemen at the police station also shut up.
"Put me down...put me down!" On the flagpole in the middle of the TV station, there were four drug dealers hanging on the front, back and left.
Victor doesn't have time to find a doctor for them. If he can carry them, he will carry them. If he can't carry them, he will die. Zambada's status is different. He must give others a little "respect". After all, who will be shot to death? ?
Victor was in the temporary office. When he felt tired, he stood up, made a cup of coffee, and listened to the screams outside. It was a different kind of "military" fun.
As soon as he took a sip of coffee and focused his eyes, he saw a dozen cars suddenly appearing outside the gate, all belonging to government agencies.
It seems that these people finally understand that they have come to pay homage to the pier.
"Boss." Casare knocked on the door and came in. "The Mexicali bailiffs and law enforcement agencies are here."
"Let them in."
"Let's come Mexicali has to meet local gangsters, right?”
Casare looked around, first looking at the table, there should be no ashtray, and relaxed when he saw that the ashtray was just a small teacup. Take a breath.
In front of the TV station.
Jose Herrera Dutt was blocked outside.
The policeman guarding the door refused to let him go despite his lies.
This also made him a little annoyed, but as a person with status, he could only keep silent.
Casare walked out and glanced at them, "Who among you is the most powerful?"
This first sentence made people confused, look at each other, I'll take a look at you.
"I am José Herrera Dutt, commander of the Baja California Marshals."
"I am the head of the inspection department..."
"I..."
Four people stood up. Casare glanced at them and nodded, "Come in with me. The others will go to the side room to rest first."
This immediately caused an uproar among everyone.
"No, we all came together, why did we meet them? Why?"
"Yes, we also want to meet Mr. Victor."
Casare looked at them coldly, Stretching out his finger, the police officer behind him raised his gun directly, and the group of people closed their mouths as if saying hello.
"Who are you? If you have anything, tell the police dog at the door. It will report it then! If you mess around again, you will all be killed!" Casare pointed at a Neapolitan Mastiff not far away. dog.
This was also brought by Boss Victor as a "trustee".
In fact, it is exchanged.
Dogs do not count in numbers. It's just that they are of little use in modern warfare. Victor exchanged a dozen of them for use on Guadalupe Island to catch ordinary criminals. They are also good for fighting security wars. At this time, they were brought out to show "them".
Of course, it would be even more fun if there was a dog to deal with the drug dealers!
José Herrera Dut took a deep breath, his heart sinking slightly. He planned to use his connections in the capital Mexicali to put some "pressure" on Victor, but now he is the only one left. With such a few people, they may not be able to quarrel with each other even if they quarrel.
He looked at several other department heads, and then followed Casare. The drug dealer hanging on the flagpole screamed repeatedly. Some people even saw him and clearly recognized him, "Dute! Save me, save me. Ah!”
Casare stopped and looked back at him, “Do you know him, sir?”
Dute shook his head quickly, “No.”
"The best thing is, Mr. Victor hates evil very much. He can't tolerate sand."
A group of people walked into the office.
Victor glanced at him casually and sighed, "Pull him out and shoot him."
"????"
No matter who it was, everyone was confused.
But the police officers outside reacted quickly and dragged them out directly!
"No! You can't do this, Victor, I am the commander of the judicial police, I am the superintendent, I am the chief, you are killing innocent people indiscriminately!" Dut shouted with a ferocious expression.
Are you going to kill me without saying anything?
“I don’t accept it!”
Victor waved his hand, “Use a shotgun!”
He didn’t want to waste his saliva on these people.
At a glance, you can see that these guys are all good drug dealers, but Dutt is even worse. He directly killed two mayoral candidates and was also involved in human smuggling.
This is not smuggling in the sense of the word, but trafficking!
The United Nations published an investigative report in 2020 that there are approximately 50 million slaves in the world, which means that these people have been bought to be used as venting tools or as some low-level workers.
This is damned!
In Uncle Victor’s eyes, crime is not tolerated!
The other few are not good either, smuggling and selling drugs, and harboring drug dealers.
"CNMD! Victor, you don't have to die well, you don't have to die well!" Dut had a bad mouth.
"He shot three times!" Victor's light voice came from inside.
Several people were pulled into the yard downstairs and tied directly to the steps of the flag, with drug dealers hanging above it.
Dute was still cursing, "I am the Marshal Commander, I am the Marshal Commander!"
An EDM police officer holding a Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun Put the gun into his mouth and shoot decisively!
jump!
It’s gone…it means the head is gone.
Blood splattered on others nearby.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" the big men screamed.
The EDM police officer wiped the blood from his face and shot Dutt's body twice more in the chest. Chief Victor said to shoot you three times, never four.
However, using a shotgun to play Mozambique shooting is... the first time I have heard of it.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, spare me."
The remaining two people pressed their guns against their chests and pulled the triggers.
My heart was broken directly.
The execution was painless.
These people are drug dealers!
Just wearing the skin of a policeman.
Victor will not allow anyone to trample on this profession.
The drug dealers above were scared to death, really scared to death.
It dripped down.
That's what happens with drugs.
Casare glanced at the hut not far away, and sure enough, he saw the people who followed Dutt and the others looking at them in horror.
He ran upstairs and reported the matter to Victor, "Boss, do you want to kill them all!"
"Whoever you kill will get the job? Are you going?"< br>
Victor looked at the other person and said, "Don't be too violent. Can you learn from me about self-cultivation?"
Casare: "???"
You are a caliber person, but you still want to cultivate your health?
"Find a place to lock them up first, then conduct a thorough interrogation, and kill all those who cooperate with drug dealers."
In Victor's eyes.
His world is black and white, color?
That means you pooped too much and need to be treated by Victor.
Drug dealers must die if they are black!
Forgive?
Impossible!
Mr. Victor is the justice walking in the world!
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the drug dealers who had fallen on the flagpole, with disgust in his eyes, "I can't even control my own urine. Is this hopeless?"
Ka Sarai understood immediately.
“Then before the TV speech, to cheer up the people, pull these people out and kill them.”
“Let everyone see what drug dealers are. The end.”
“Boss, what gun do you want to use?”
Casare discovered that Victor would choose different methods to execute drug dealers every day because he was in a bad mood.
"What methods do drug traffickers usually use?"
"Beheading, dismemberment, burning..." Casare mentioned more than a dozen methods in one breath, all of which were horrific.
Victor stretched out his hand to signal him to stop.
"Then we..."
"Just use RPG!"
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(End of this chapter)