Working as a police officer in Mexico

Brothers who often explode people know that grenades are divided into defensive and offensive types, but in fact they are both nonsense. If you throw them out, no matter what type they are, they will all die!

The anti-1 (F-1) grenade is stuffed with 60g of TNT. Damn it, the bastard will explode into Japanese devils when he comes.

Although it is already a product of World War II, your grandfather is your grandfather after all.

Victor hunched over and approached the edge of the RV. He raised his head and looked at the half-opened window. He pulled the safety ring and threw it in with his backhand. It fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Haggis and Mil Baird were inside. The two men turned to look.

An oval-shaped object resembling poop was rolling on the ground.

Mil Baird, who was experienced in being beaten, reacted quickly. He held his head and lay down on the side with his butt sticking out and huddled in a ball.

Reducing the injured area can improve survival rate.

Anyone who has used a grenade knows that the possibility of directly killing people with this thing is not high. It is not that it is impossible. Its greatest damage comes from the fragments inside, which can directly cut through a person's internal organs.

Basically there is no salvation.

Jesus had to go to the hospital when he came.

but…

To be on the safe side, Victor waited for a while before throwing one in, and then threw another one in!

Double insurance.

jump!

Two plumes of smoke seeped out from the window of the RV. The explosion was very dull, but it was still very loud at night. Casare, who was having sex with a woman, was so frightened that he suddenly stood up, his balls shrunk, and he grabbed his clothes in a panic. The elephant ran out of the tent in panic.

All around were the same old prostitutes.

Shameless, all naked.

They looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

"What's going on? Why is there an explosion?"

"How do I know? I'm fighting hard, and the explosion startled me. Don't stay still, and spread out."

I don’t know who shouted, but some people ran away anxiously, and some even didn’t pay for the prostitution.

As experienced Mexicans, they know the truth: don't be curious. If anyone is curious and takes a look, your whole family will have to eat.

Casare, on the other hand, looked at that corner with his mouth half open, as if...

Victor just went there!

…

Victor was brave. After he lost the grenade, he did not run directly. Standing at the door, he could hear the groans and screams inside.

He kicked open the blown-out car door and got in. He saw Haggis rolling on the ground with blood all over his body. Mil, who was unlucky on the other side, covered his neck and opened his eyes. Big eyes, already burping.

Seeing the figure, Haggis subconsciously stretched out his hand to ask for help, making a sound like a hair dryer in his throat, "Help! Help! (Save me!)"

"You don't know, do you want to say please? Man."

When Haggis heard the familiar voice and looked at the increasingly clear faces, he became excited, breathing rapidly, and his chest heaved.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Victor knelt down, looked at the other person, smiled and said, "Are you sad? It's okay, I'll help you."

As he spoke, he looked around and saw the fire extinguisher rolling on the ground. He picked it up, looked at Haggis, waved his hand as if to say goodbye, and then hit him on the head hard.

Bones or fire extinguishers?

Obviously, the latter won.

After a few hard hits, the brains came out. Looking at Haggis who was beyond recognition, Victor threw away the fire extinguisher, lit a cigarette for himself, and then stuffed it into the other person's already smashed mouth.

But his mouth was smashed, so how could he hold a cigarette?

After three or two blows, Victor was on fire, and he smashed his head flat again with a fire extinguisher.

"Fuck you, you don't even give me the honor to smoke a cigarette, you damn bastard."

After cursing, he ran away, and he could already hear the noisy footsteps of someone approaching not far away.

It's so dark at night. If you go inside, wouldn't it be easy to escape as long as you don't get caught on the spot?

After Victor ran for two or three minutes, a dozen armed men with weapons rushed to the scene. Judging from the tattoos on their arms, they were obviously from the same organization.

The leader was a bald man with a scar between his eyebrows. He looked at the corpses on the ground with a dark and gloomy expression. Someone was causing trouble on the territory he was covering. This fucking... life is so disgusting!

"Boss, something happened. This person seems to be Mil Baird." The younger brother shouted.

The bald man was startled, as if he thought of something, and hurriedly walked over. When he saw the familiar face on the ground, his expression suddenly looked like he was constipated.

Mil Baird was very familiar with him. The territory of Mexico City was originally owned by the Guajalajara Cartel.

But because 1,000 hectares of plantations were destroyed, Quintero, one of the Big Three, couldn't swallow this breath. According to the time, Gallardo had already negotiated a business with Pablo of Colombia, and this money could be earned back.

But on February 7, 1985, Quintero ordered his subordinates to kidnap DEA agent Camarena in public.

An autopsy proved that he was brutally tortured for 30 hours, and that he was continuously given epinephrine to keep him awake during the violence.

The tragedy in Camarena prompted the Drug Enforcement Administration to launch the largest homicide investigation ever launched.

Seeing that things were getting serious, Quintero ran away with his girlfriend Sara, whose father was the Mexican Minister of Education, carrying a bucket.

The education has gone into Pi Yanzi.

The godfather Gallardo gave up his job to save the commander, gave up Quintero and Donnet to the authorities, and continued to lead the group to satisfy the officials' share.

Quintero imposed the maximum sentence of 40 years.

But because there was no extradition clause, the Yankees did not agree. In order to give employees an explanation, they launched a retaliatory operation code-named "Legend", sending agents and bounty hunters to sneak into Mexico to kidnap six murderers involved in the murder of Camarena and bring them to the United States for trial. and put pressure on Mexican authorities.

Gallardo was then abandoned by his umbrella defense minister, Varela, and in 1989, the Guadalajara group collapsed.

And of course Mexico City will not stop during this free time.

The Sinaloa group led by Palma merged with the Gulf group commanded by the Abrego family.

Among them, there are many cruel, cunning and cunning characters. Mil Baird, nicknamed "Family Stallion", is particularly outstanding among them.

He led Gulf Group gunmen to attack a masquerade party held by Guzman's brother, Sinaloa's No. 2 figure, killing 17 people.

Among them are Guzman’s younger brother’s lover and four illegitimate children.

Great reputation!

The Sinaloa Cartel offered a reward of 150,000 pesos for his life!

This popular fried chicken actually died here. It must be said that life is unpredictable.

But the bald man discovered another business opportunity. He looked at Mil Baird's body with green eyes.

150,000 pesos!

The most important thing is to be on the list of Sinaloa. Even if he will face revenge from the Gulf Group and the Baird family, is life and death so important when he comes out to hang out?

Make money, make money, make money!

Those who were timid would have either died on the streets or immigrated.

"Who is this person?" the bald man asked, pointing to Haggis's body.

The younger brother looked left and right and shook his head, "I can't recognize it. It's all been beaten up like this."

"Don't waste it. Take it with you. We will defect to the Sinaloa Cartel tonight."

The boys looked at each other, a little hesitant.

The bald man was attentive and understood what they were thinking when he saw this scene. "Today we are watching the scene. Mil Baird died here. Do you think we will be thrown out to vent our anger?"

"this…"

"Boss Vladen probably won't," a younger brother whispered, but in the end even he shut up.

The survival rule of small groups in Mexico is always to stick to the big cartels. If you have a backer, it's okay, but if you don't have a backer?

You are consumables and cannon fodder.

"Okay, don't hesitate. If you want to leave, come with me. The bounty on Mil Baird will be shared among everyone. If you don't want to, we can each go our own way."

The bald man said with a frown as he looked at the boys in front of him.

In the end, all the younger brothers followed him, obviously the peso reward was more attractive than the boss.

Now that all the spectators have run away, who would come here to take a look?

It doesn't matter if it's none of your business.

Dead people are all too common.

…

Victor took advantage of the darkness to walk to the prison, where the dormitory was. He met many colleagues on the way, all of them cursing, just because he felt that he was not having fun tonight.

When passing by the pontoon bridge, I didn't notice my feet and stumbled. I lowered my head and squinted my eyes to take a look. I didn't know when a stone was placed here.

"Victor."

In the dark night, a soft shout made Victor tense up all over. He frowned and looked at the revealed figure, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Casare, don't you know that hiding in the night can easily scare people to death?"

The fat man walked closer and looked him up and down, "Are you okay?"

This confusing question made Victor startled and his heart pounded, but he quickly calmed down and looked at him, "Are you talking about the explosion just now? It scared me to death. I was just about to find someone." I peeed somewhere and heard an explosion, so I hid immediately. Are you okay, buddy? I heard that being frightened while exercising can lead to impotence."

He smiled and took out the other person's brother. Casare took a step back and said, "I'm fine." He turned his back and said, "As long as you're fine."

But his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smelled the smell of blood on Victor's body.

Absolutely, it's not as simple as he said.

Casare is not an idiot. There are no real idiots in this world. They just look at the world from a different perspective.

Don't think of yourself as too smart.

Victor was behind him, squinting his eyes. His intuition told him that Casare had already suspected him.

His instincts have always been spot on.

Looking at the back of Casare's head, he now had the urge to go up and give him a shot.

Those son-of-a-bitch drug dealers would kill even if they had the slightest suspicion about murdering their colleagues, and they were members of the crime family.

Victor is not a person who likes to leave his fate to others.

Casare was walking in front and suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head.

It was as if someone was staring at him with malicious intent.

finally.

Victor still did not take any action. After all, the guards on the high wall could already see the prison entrance.