Chapter 156 Miguel Felix Gallardo
Plateau Prison No. 1 Factory.
The sound of the sewing machine is very rhythmic. The prison guards patrolling back and forth nearby. If they see anyone who is lazy, they will go up and hit them with their batons.
But there are policies from above and countermeasures from below.
"Officer! My sewing machine is broken!"
Suddenly, someone raised his hand and shouted loudly, which attracted the attention of many people. They saw a prisoner with a shaved head and oily hair standing up.
"Why are you bad again! This is the third time this month!" The guard police officer walked over cursingly.
The prisoner spread his hands innocently, "Maybe I worked too hard."
Seeing him being so shameless, many new prisoners looked slightly moved, but there were also old people. They looked at each other.
“This Canes is addicted to playing, and the sewing machine often breaks down.” An old prisoner picked up the thread with his mouth, and still had a thimble in his hand. It seemed that this posture had at least several years of experience. .
"I think he is in trouble. Victor is outside and his sewing machine really breaks down. What do you think will happen?" The bald man next to him with a tiger tattoo on his arm said softly.
The old prisoner trembled when he heard the name.
TMD, anyone who can survive several bloody purges in prison is a tough guy!
As soon as the bald criminal finished speaking, several police officers hurriedly ran in from the door. They said a few words to the guarding police officer. The latter was startled, but quickly nodded and nodded a few times. Colleagues, go and arrest them directly.
The prisoner named Cañez stood nearby and watched the police officer fixing the sewing machine. He was already an experienced man, and he was very experienced in breaking it. Find out how to break a sewing machine!
At this moment, the guarding police officer grabbed him from behind and dragged him back. This made Cañez startled and he quickly asked, "Officer, officer, what's wrong with me?"
Don't ignore him. , dragging him out.
“Hmph!”
A policeman with the rank of deputy police inspector looked at the other prisoners with his hands behind his back, “Mr. Victor gave you the opportunity to reform, but you didn’t cherish it and destroyed it. Tool, this kind of behavior is intolerable!"
"So, the prison committee sentenced Canes to death, and it will be executed immediately!"
"You must cherish the opportunity Mr. Victor gives you."
Death penalty!
You have to be shot if you are lazy?
All the criminals trembled, then quickly lowered their heads, stepping very fast.
It is better to die than live.
60 criminals who were involved in adultery were pulled out from the Plateau Prison, and they were all tied together and placed on the shooting range. They were shouting and tears were streaming down their faces.
"No! I know I was wrong, please spare me, I promise to reform! I promise not to be lazy at work, don't kill me."
You are useless if I give you a chance. !
"Ready!"
A police officer raised his hand, and two machine gunners were lying in front of them, using M2 "Browning" heavy machine guns.
"Shoot!"
Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug...
Dozens of criminals screamed and wanted to run, but the rope was pulled back again, and the outermost heads were blown away, and blood flowed freely. Floating away, the remaining limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.
It only took about a minute, and there was no one standing in front of me.
"Next batch."
More than two dozen drug lords were pulled out from the third prison area. They just didn't pay their health fees. Of course they didn't need to be shot if they didn't pay back the money they owed, but Victor wanted points.
At a casual glance at this one, the lowest one is more than 800,000. If you kill them all, you will get at least tens of millions of points, which will help you become the security minister of Baja California.
“Wait a minute.” Victor suddenly shouted, looking at the thin-looking middle-aged man standing at the back of the prisoner.
“Miguel Felix Gallardo!”
The middle-aged man raised his head, and it was the once-all-powerful Mexican drug lord, “The Godfather” Gallardo!
At this time, he had been suffering from long-term illness and was a bit sickly, but his eyes were still fierce.
Gallardo glanced at him and hissed, "I know you, you came to see me and stood at the prison door for 15 seconds."
Victor was startled, but soon I just remembered that not long after I was transferred to the third ward, I still remember wanting to hug his thigh, but it had only been so long and things had changed.
Gallardo took a step forward, and the shackles clattered. The policeman next to him was so surprised that he quickly grabbed him.
“Are you still worried about the tied beast?” He chuckled, staring at Victor, “Can you give me a cigarette?”
Casare glanced at the boss and when he nodded, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it into his mouth and lit it.
Gallardo took a deep breath and exhaled breath smoke, "I saw ambition in your eyes. At that time, I could feel that you wanted to kill me."
"You are like me, destined to never be ordinary. I can't believe how long it has been since we met again. You look at me like I'm looking at... an ant?!"
"I, Miguel Felix ·Gallardo, are you so despised now?"
His voice suddenly became louder and he struggled hard.
After being imprisoned for a long time, his personality has become more sensitive. Sometimes someone's slightest words can make him furious.
He lost everything except his temper.
The police officers nearby were holding him tightly.
Victor walked up to him.
"Boss." Casare shouted worriedly. He waved his hand and looked at Gallardo, "We are different. You are a drug dealer and I am a policeman. How can we be the same? A trapped What can we do with the wild dogs besides barking? ”
Victor smiled, "I have killed three to five thousand drug dealers instead of one or twenty thousand. Who do you think you are? Look, if I want you to die now, you have to die. Who can save you? I'll give you a nickname. Called Godfather, do you really think you are the Mexican Godfather?"
He leaned his mouth over and said in the other person's ear, "I am!" "I'll give you a chance, kneel down, Then he said that drug dealers don’t deserve a good death, so I will let you live and I will ensure that you live a better life in Plateau Prison than others. It’s a very good deal.”
“You are insulting me. !”
“Yes!” Victor nodded, not hiding himself at all, “Don’t you like to have the police kneel at your feet and surrender? If we change our identities, wouldn’t you? Agree?”
"Which do you choose between life and personality?"
The other party stared at him, making a sound like a trapped animal in his throat, clenching his fists, his eyes red, "I am Miguel Fei Lux..."
Before he finished speaking, Victor grabbed the rifle of the prison guard next to him, swung it at the other person, hit him on the head, and said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Add NMGB! My name is Victor. Carlos Vieri!”
He hit the opponent’s head with a few gunshots and his head was bleeding.
“I don’t like him being so proud, so I broke his legs.”
Jason Bourne found two big wrenches and smashed them into Gallardo's knees!
Crack~
The sound of broken bones and his scream!
“The X-pack was put on my head. Since he likes to die so much, let’s give him another way to die, tie his limbs and head, and then use a Humvee to pull him away! For the Godfather , we have to make him different.”
Hummer dismemberment? !
"Victor! You..." Gallardo heard what he said and cursed. He had never been so crazy when he was caught.
When Jason Bourne saw that he wanted to curse, he put the wrench in his mouth and smashed his teeth.
I am doing this for your own good. If you scold him again, his little intestines and bones will be broken by you later.
Hearing Victor's order, the police officers quickly found the rope and tied Gallardo's head and limbs, with the other end on the Humvee.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
"Boss, he seems to be crying?" Casare's eyes were sharp, and he could see the tears streaming down his face.
"The tears of the drug dealer are just fear of death. He is not repenting." Victor looked at this scene coldly and said, "If you regret it, you shouldn't sell drugs. He just didn't expect that there would be people in Mexico. Me."
Casare nodded beside him. This is right. Without the boss, many drug dealers would definitely be at large.
Hmm!
He has already thought of the name for his next musical work "Victor is the Light!" 》
He wrote the lyrics for "Victor Is With Us".
Next time we make a movie!
“Pull!”
The humvee roared, equipped with a large-displacement engine with a maximum horsepower of more than 400 horsepower!
1 horsepower equals 735.5 watts, so 400 horsepower equals 294,200 watts. This kind of output power is quite high in the automotive field, and usually requires a high-power version of a 6-cylinder turbocharged car, or an 8-cylinder car to achieve it.
The driver stepped on the accelerator!
Five Humvees ran hard from different directions.
"Victor...! I curse you, you will not die well!!"
Gallardo screamed one last time.
The whole person…
Was pulled apart.
Casare and the other police officers felt pain all over their bodies, their scalps were numb, and the hairs on their bodies stood up.
Victor, on the other hand, seemed very calm.
“Everyone who sells drugs must die!”
Think about what to use next time.
Bullets are really the most merciful way to die. Is this worthy of the anti-narcotics police officers who sacrificed their lives on the front line? Is this worthy of the ordinary people who work hard for a few dollars every day and are tortured and killed by drug dealers?
Perhaps, someone will allow it.
But I'm sorry, now that Victor is holding a knife, let's let the drug dealer die. You all live such a wonderful life, you can't fall into the limelight in the end.
Please call Victor from now on, the ambassador of helping others!
"Pack it up and throw it away to feed the dogs." Victor looked at the body and said.
Did you see that in the future, the animal protection organization must let him be elected as its spokesperson? Wherever he goes, animals will have food to eat.
The great white sharks on Guadalupe Island are now fat and strong.
Next time, look at the lions.
Harris stood behind. He found that he had not seen Boss Victor for a long time, and he became a little irritable.
I don’t know if this is a good thing.
He hesitated and pulled Casare next to him, "Would you like to call a psychiatrist for the boss?"
The latter raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Do you have a grudge against any doctor? "
Harris: "..."
"Don't worry, the boss is just in a bad mood today. He is not like this when he is in a good mood."
"What will happen. Like? ”
Casare thought for a moment, "I will blow your head off with an ashtray very gently!"
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(End of this chapter)
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