Working as a police officer in Mexico

late at night.

A pickup truck was speeding down the road, its back pockets covered with awnings.

Revenge never lasts!

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years. That is because a gentleman has no ability to take revenge.

I have a cannon now, you tell me to wait first?

It was too late for him to "maintain justice."

To kill drug dealers, do you still need to look for auspicious days?

As long as I have the firepower, today I say the zodiac is the zodiac!

Duke, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was scratching his head while holding an instruction manual "picked up" from somewhere in his hand.

Artillery is also a technical branch, okay? Do you think just wearing a condom is enough?

Behind the pickup were two vehicles, one of which was called in for backup.

Victor handed the hood to Harrison, the leader of the emergency team behind him, "Put it on."

"Boss Victor, do you still need to bring this with you at night? With this shot, those bastards may not even be able to see our people."

"To be on the safe side, you don't want anyone to see your faces, right?"

"After three rounds of artillery fire, you rush in. I will hang Olivier at the gate of the Plateau Prison!"

Harrison nodded, covered his hood, held the Uzi submachine gun configured by Victor in his hand, wore a tactical vest, grenades on the left and right sides, and a Makarov on his waist.

Equipped with 4 more magazines.

If you don't tell them, people won't even know you are a prison guard!

Harrison's eyes were revealed, deep and powerful.

"I remember you served in the military? In what army?" Victor asked suddenly when he saw his attire. He remembered that he had seen the prison guard's personal information before, and it said he had served in the military.

Harrison paused, "GAFE!"

Now even Casare, who was driving, couldn't help but look up at him.

Victor's eyes were a little... weird.

The Mexican GAFE special forces is very famous. In 1986, it was established as a special force to combat drug traffickers. It has numerous achievements and outstanding achievements.

But what makes it truly "famous" is something else.

After the arrest of Abrego, the spokesman of the Gulf Group, Cardenas came to power. In order to consolidate his power, he asked Arturo Desena, who was only 23 years old at the time and served as the federal legal expert in Tamaulipas, to form a special Army bodyguard team.

He recruited 30 special forces, all from the Mexican GAFE special forces!

He used the wireless code "Z" as a symbol when he was a bailiff, and arranged it from Z1 to Z1. After Arturo De Sena was shot to death when he met his mistress, Z2 Gonzalez had no background in the special forces, so he was a chess piece inserted. , so it’s not very convincing.

Z3 Lazcano is the actual leader of this group of special forces.

This group of people is what came later: Los Zetas!

Unexpectedly, Harrison would come out of this army.

His weight in Victor's heart suddenly increased.

Maybe, the expatriate can get him later.

What's the point of being a prison guard? If you follow him around, at least you can get a good salary.

The other prison guards originally wanted to chat a few more words, but seeing that the captain had no intention of doing so, they kept their mouths shut.

4:31 am.

Arrive at the designated location.

Best offers Olivier residence, a private villa located in the street of Loro (Parrot).

It has to be said that these drug dealers make money quickly. From the outside, this brings a lot of shock to the prison guards who have never seen them before.

Duke and the two prison guards got out of the car, quickly opened the awning, and pushed the prepared shells into the barrel without even taking aim. How could you be right at such a big target?

Duke pulled the breech lever.

The shell bounced and flew out. The huge recoil cracked the glass of the pickup truck. The shell disappeared in the night light, but two seconds later, the explosion directly destroyed half of the small building. .

Duke shook his numb head and shouted to the prison guard below, "Cannonballs!"

Keep plugging, keep pulling!

What a bullshit drug lord, look at justice from heaven!

The people inside must have been stunned, no one screamed. After the three shots were fired, half of the small building was gone, and even the outdoor swimming pool was filled into a filth pool by fallen debris.

When the task was completed, Duke got into the car, and the pickup truck swayed away. Harrison and others got out of the car behind, and a total of eight prison guards rushed into Olivier's residence.

Victor sat in the car and looked at the time.

Scattered gunfire rang out inside, but it soon died down. When the minute hand turned three clicks, Harrison and his party were seen coming out. Behind them, two prison guards were dragging a passed out man in pajamas. His face was covered in blood.

Throwing it into the trunk, the prison guard got into the car, the engine roared twice, and disappeared in the night, less than 10 minutes later.

Sure enough, if you are poor, you will be interspersed, and if you are rich, you will be able to clear the ground with artillery.

"How is it? Did you encounter any resistance?"

Harrison shook his head, "When we entered, we saw several bodyguards pinned under the rubble. We met Olivier who was knocked unconscious in the room on the second floor. We killed all the others."

"Well done." Victor praised.

The main reason is that Olivier didn't expect that you would take revenge so quickly and directly bombard me?

I'm a drug dealer, not a rebel.

Small drug dealers are still too short-sighted.

The "Gentleman" Cali Group in Colombia once thought of killing Pablo with a bomber, but no one sold it. Remember, it's not that they can't afford it.

Mexicans are very simple. After the fight, they called the police.

The police were stunned when they heard what the caller said.

"Are you sure you saw the artillery?"

"Yes! I saw it. The whole building was blown up. Come quickly."

"Are you sure it was a gang fight?"

The caller on the other end was also in a bad mood, "Of course, is it the police? Do you have the firepower?"

The pickup truck and the car parted ways outside the city, one went to the village and the other went to the prison.

The prison guard at the door saw that it was the boss who came back, and he let him go without asking.

The car drove to the playground.

Harrison and his colleagues pulled Olivier out of the trunk.

"Give him some adrenaline, hang him up at night, and don't let him die. I will execute him in front of all the prison guards and prisoners tomorrow morning!"

Execution in public!

"Boss, we are prison guards. We will go to jail for privately executing prisoners!"

When Best and Casare heard him do this, they panicked and hurried to persuade him.

"Aren't we in jail now?"

Victor spread his hands, "What is the difference between prison guards and criminals in Mexico? There are even drug dealers outside who say that prison guards serve them in prison. I just want to tell them not to fall into my hands, otherwise, I will skin him. It's simply lawless!"

He tore open his clothes, feeling a little stuffy, and walked towards the dormitory building. He walked two steps and walked back, looking at Casare, "Send 20,000 US dollars to Alejandro, and he will do it for us."

Casare and Best looked at each other.

Although Mexico is very chaotic, it is aimed at those unorganized elements in Mexico. If you, a prison guard, do this, you can't be sure that the rumors outside will kill you.

But looking at Victor like this...

He doesn't care at all.

He doesn't care in the first place. He wants to establish his personal image from the beginning of his career.

He is a firm anti-drug advocate!

Drug lords are not human beings. I just use some illegal means to eradicate evil.

This will be very helpful for my future promotion.

Mexico has suffered from drugs for a long time, and the inaction of the government has been gradually spurned by the people. This is why a peasant uprising broke out in 1994.

Despair is spreading.

Of course, drug lords will not be scared away by Victor's methods. On the contrary, they will even use more brutal means to maintain their own interests.

Let's see how the means are compared.

Jesus, you have to sit down and vote for me.

Drug lord?

Don't you have more people and more money than me?

Then I will give you more bullet holes than me!

People on the defensive have no right to negotiate.

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