Chapter 107 Don’t stop me, I’m going to fight Victor for my life!
Alexandna Konstantinovich opened the door tiredly. He lived in a slum, which exuded stench and chaos.
With his sloppy beard, it is impossible to tell that this is a 21-year-old man.
As soon as he got home, three little girls rushed out. They were all quite young and looked skinny. Their hair was very thin due to nutritional problems.
“Brother and sister hit me today.”
"Brother, brother, are you tired?"
"Brother, I'm hungry."
A few children talked in a hurry, and Konstantinovich touched it The child's head said, "I'll get you something to eat. You watch TV first."
He smiled bitterly, turned on the TV for the child, and walked into the kitchen.
Just by hearing his name, you can tell that he is not a pure Mexican. His father is from the Soviet Union. At that time, the family was in good condition and had a farm in the countryside. However, because the drug cartel wanted to grow DM, they demanded extreme prices from him. Parents sell.
But this is the foundation of a family, and my father is a manic Soviet man who refuses to live or die.
The drug dealer made him understand for the first time what it meant to be unreasonable.
Kill his father directly!
When his mother went to call the police, the person was beheaded by drug dealers in the police station.
Konstantinovich can only make money by doing small jobs for others, but recently drug dealers in Mexicali were causing trouble, and the grain and oil store where he worked was robbed.
Drug dealers are hiring.
300 pesos a day.
He had seen his neighbors do it, but in the end... they were gone.
It’s not that easy to make money from drug dealers.
Konstantinovich opened the cupboard and saw two corns inside, which should be used to cushion his stomach.
"I am Victor, the head of the Guadalupe Island Police Department."
"This is the execution site of drug dealers!"
At this moment, a strong male voice came from the TV, Gives people a convincing feeling.
Execute drug dealers?
Konstantinovich raised his eyebrows and walked to the door curiously. He saw three sisters sitting together, playing with building blocks. On the TV, there was a tough man on the camera with a crowd behind him. space.
"We came to Mexicali to restore local social order. Any act that dares to hinder the Mexican people's yearning for a peaceful life is a provocation to us!"
"Here, the only option for drug dealers here is the death penalty! Those few He is a key member of the Sinaloa drug cartel, and we will conduct a live broadcast of his execution."
Victor stepped aside half way, and the camera glanced behind him, and he saw a team of police officers suppressing Qiba. A drug dealer walked over and tied them together, trapping their hands and feet.
“We will use RPG! Send these drug dealers to heaven.”
RPG!
Many people's eyes widened when they heard about the execution of drug traffickers. Mexico does not have the death penalty, which is not in line with their values.
A police officer was holding a rocket launcher and facing the drug dealers more than 100 meters away.
Konstantinovich held his breath and concentrated, clenched his fists, his nails were almost embedded in his flesh, and watched the half-kneeling police officer pull the trigger.
The shells flew past at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Exploded directly among the drug dealers.
jump! ! !
Konstantinovich even saw a person being blown away and his body disintegrating in mid-air. He actually felt very happy!
Drug dealers are going to die!
The drug dealers were not dead. Many of them fell to the ground and screamed. Victor asked someone to reunite them.
One more shot!
Why can the death penalty be carried out only once?
Continue if you are not dead.
Send performance to Satan.
Boom!
Under the second shell, no matter how hard-failed you are, you will become a puzzle piece.
Many residents in front of the TV were trembling with fear when they saw this scene, but some couldn't help but scream.
Victor pointed at the TV camera, "Don't be nervous, if anyone is selling drugs, I will find you, then open your skull and pee inside!"
"Also, Guadalu The Pepe Island Police Department has officially arrested Zambada, the second-largest figure in the Sinaloa Group, and will be executed at the Heroes' Square in Mexicali on April 11, 1990. He will be shot with a caliber of no less than 120mm. The whole process will be broadcast live."
"The Guadalupe Island Police Department reminds you, please do not sell drugs, be careful of your family's death!"
"I'm keeping an eye on you."
Victor's look frightened Konstantinovich on the other side of the TV, as if he was being stared at by a wolf.
It seems as if the opponent can rush out and tear him apart in the next second.
But then Konstantinovich became excited, his eyes lit up, and an idea popped into his mind.
Follow Mr. Victor!
Kill all the drug dealers!
Able to take revenge!
Konstantinovich also served in the army, but he turned his head and looked at his three sisters, with doting in his eyes.
Looking at the most conspicuous family photo beside the TV.
A tall man was holding his wife, standing in a military uniform, while his three sisters were holding his legs curiously.
At that time...
My family is still very happy.
"Drug dealers should all die!" Konstantinovich raised his head and muttered to himself. …
“Drug dealers deserve to die!”
A large screen is installed in a park on Guadalupe Island.
Victor just wanted to be able to be heard and seen when he spoke at any time. He was a bit of a coquettish person.
Watch those drug dealers being blown up into the sky.
Santos in the crowd raised his hands and shouted loudly, and the friends next to him also cheered.
The whole island of Guadalupe was shouting.
Only when there were no drug dealers did we realize how good it could be.
You don’t have to worry about bumping into someone on the road, lest they pull out a gun and shoot you. You don’t have to worry about being involved in a gunfight while eating out at a restaurant.
You don’t have to be afraid. Your parents are chatting with you today, but tomorrow we will be separated forever.
Safety and peace are the most precious.
"When will the police academy start? I can't wait to join." The good brother Campost next to him scratched his head and asked, "But I'm afraid my knowledge points are not enough!"
< br>The other friends next to him also sighed when they heard this.
Santos raised his hand, "Don't worry, you all come to me, I will give you tutoring, and then we will be admitted to the police academy together!"
"Really?"
"Thank you You, Santos."
Listening to the thanks of his friends, Santos straightened his hat and smiled happily, "Follow Mr. Victor and eradicate the drug dealers!"
My friend! They also shouted after him.
Santos is a well-known "Victor believer", and he has also gathered many companions to move forward on the right path.
Looking at this group of energetic children, the adults next to them were all smiling.
Their own childhoods were full of violence, intimidation, and drugs. Many of them had never read books, but they didn’t want the next generation to be like this.
Mr. Victor is the hero of Mexico!
…
Shoot!
120mm caliber.
When Guzman watched Victor's words on TV, even though he was so fierce, he felt his heart tremble.
Doesn’t that mean Zambada must be in the air?
"What are you doing! Get away!"
"You Guzman's lackey, get out of the way, I want to see Guzman!"
"CNMDB! Who are you talking to."
There was a noise at the door, Guzman His face darkened, he stood up and opened the door, only to see two groups of people confronting each other outside.
One group is the Beltran Leyva brothers.
One group is Zambada’s two brothers.
Both sides even drew their guns.
“What are you doing!” Guzman scolded, “We are all our own people, do you want to fight with each other?”
“Guzman, let me ask you a question. What should I do, brother? Can you save him?" The big-faced man opposite is Zambada's second brother, nicknamed "Sinaloa Wild Leopard": Ismael Zambada Wei. kes.
He has a bad temper and has argued with Guzman many times.
"Be polite to me, idiot!" Arturo, the eldest of the four brothers, pointed at him and said.
Ismail stared, not wanting to be outdone at all.
Veins on Guzman's temples burst out, and his face was gloomy, "Save! Of course, Zambada is my brother, am I the kind of person who would disgrace his brother?"
< br>If we don’t save it, there will really be internal strife.
"But we can't do it with just a few of us. Contact Juarez and the Gulf Group. We need their help to save Zambada."
Ismail pointed at Guzman, "You better tell the truth, otherwise, I will take our people out of Sinaloa!"
After saying that, he took the people away.
"Cousin, how about I bring someone to kill him!" Arturo said in a muffled voice.
"Just do it, do it! You have to rely on your brains." Guzman cursed and frowned, "Kill him, and we will have to break up tomorrow!"
He He smoked vigorously and threw the cigarette butt directly on the ground with a fierce look on his face.
“If Victor doesn’t let us live, then we will let him suffer too!”
"Let's contact Abrego and Aguilar first, and fight with Victor!"
Guzman's eyes flickered.
But just risking your life is not his style.
He planned to...
Surrender to the Mexican government.
(End of this chapter)