Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Victor..."

Casare saw that he was not in a good mood and shouted. He glanced at Harrison from the corner of his eye and continued in a low voice, "There is a piece of paper on the body."

He took it out of his pocket and handed it over.

Victor grabbed it and saw it written in Spanish: "Dios sabe, nos ofendes? Grupo pedro! (God knows, have you offended us? - Pedro Group!)"

very good!

Very arrogant!

Mexican criminal groups like to hang their names.

I don’t know what these bastards think. Sometimes they blow up government agencies and even announce with great fanfare that they did it.

Maybe, they just want to scare others.

Victor handed the note to Harrison, "I want to meet the person who found them."

He said it very simply, but everyone understood that he was very angry!

"Understood." Harrison nodded.

Victor looked at Lina again and left.

This country is too dirty to tolerate even a little sunshine, so it should be bombed with atomic bombs.

Tears?

It's just a tool for the weak to vent.

Find them and kill them!

Fighting violence with violence is the best way.

…

November 1st.

Fiedler Pedro was sitting in his Ferrari F40, looking at the parade crossing the road to celebrate the Day of the Dead, and couldn't help but spit.

He grew up in the United States, and what he dislikes the most is this kind of "ignorant" festival. He likes carnivals and parties. As the eldest son of the Pedro family, he has the financial resources.

He pressed the horn hard.

Kick the accelerator, boom boom boom!

It rushed towards the crowd. Some people had no time to avoid the suddenly accelerating vehicle, and were directly pushed away. They fell several times in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

Screams rang out from the procession behind them.

Fiedler Pedro had a sick smile on his face.

He didn't like Mexico. The reason why he came back was because he was racing in the United States and killed a pregnant woman and a local policeman. He had no choice but to run away.

It's different in the U.S. You'll be jailed, so come back quickly and avoid the limelight.

But the arrogance in his heart cannot be hidden. A hybrid will always be a hybrid in his DNA. In Mexico, he doesn't care if he kills someone.

His family has a lot of money and power, and he can kill whoever he wants!

Seeing that there was a red light ahead, Fiedler Pedro stepped on the accelerator and accelerated directly. When he drove to the middle of the road, a dirt truck rushed over and hit his rear.

The Ferrari F40's airbag popped up instantly, the car rolled on the ground, and then hit the green belt next to it.

Only 10 seconds after the car accident, a car drove up next to the Ferrari. Four men with hoods got out of the car, opened the door with pressure pliers, dragged the unconscious Fiedler Pedro out, and threw him into the car. Trunk.

One of them took out a pen and wrote on the car: "Victor Carlos Vieri, phone..."

After finishing writing, he threw the pen away, got into the passenger seat, and left gracefully.

When the police who came after hearing the news saw the Ferrari F40, they secretly shouted, "This car is too familiar." The deputy police inspector leading the team quickly called the Pedro family and asked people to protect the scene.

Ten minutes later, two cars drove up, and seven or eight strong men got out of them. The leader grabbed the deputy inspector and said, "Where's Fidler?"

The deputy inspector was so caught that he didn't even dare to reply, except that he didn't see it either.

"Head, someone wrote the phone number here." Someone found the number on the car.

The leading man pushed aside the deputy inspector and walked to the car. He squinted at the string of names and felt... they sounded familiar.

No matter who it is, if they offend the Pedro family, they will not end well!

…

Wow~

A bucket of water is thrown in Fidel Pedro's face.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the pain all over his body suddenly occupied his cerebral cortex, making him groan. Then he felt that he was tied to an "iron bed" with four people standing in front of him. .

Three of them were wearing hoods, and one was holding a cigarette and looking at him.

"Give him an adrenaline shot."

Fidler Pedro went to the man without a hood and ordered him, and a man next to him walked towards him with a syringe.

He struggled hard, "Who are you! I am Fiedler, the eldest son of the Pedro family. If you need anything, you can tell me and I can give it to you. Money, one million US dollars is enough!"

Seeing the person getting closer, he panicked again and increased the price: "5 million US dollars!"

But Harrison didn't care at all and pushed adrenaline into his blood vessels. Soon, he felt excited. It should be said that his mind felt that he was very excited.

The other two people next to him picked up buckets and poured water on him a few more times. His whole body was instantly soaked, and then they pushed the iron bed he was lying on hard!

Fidler Pedro's eyes were filled with darkness, and he shouted in panic and fear, "Hey, hey!"

The cold wind from both sides blew his face.

He knew where this was.

Dead man's freezer!

He felt that his whole body was frozen, but he could feel the pain, his brain was very excited, and he even saw a woman.

I don't know how long it took for him to be pulled out.

Lying on the iron bed, he was shivering.

Frost accumulated on the body.

Victor stood in front of him, took a puff from his cigarette, raised his head and closed his eyes, "There was a girl, um, a very cute girl. Her eyes were very beautiful, like diamonds."

"She can grow up very quickly and see this beautiful world. She can read, have knowledge and friends, she can get married, have children and a family."

Victor exhaled and opened his eyes, "But it's gone, what the hell, ha."

He put the cigarette close to Fidel Pedro's right eye, and then pressed it firmly. The eyeball seemed... burnt.

It was also accompanied by a stinky smell.

And...Fiedler's screams.

"Listen, you will feel pain too." Victor let go of his hand, and the cigarette butt actually stuck to it.

He stretched out his hand, and Harrison behind him handed him a hammer and hit the opponent's frozen right leg hard. Of course, it couldn't break, but it could rot!

"Ah!! Hehe... spare me, let me go." Fidler begged, tears and snot mixed together.

Nothing like the son of a drug lord.

"She must have cried like this." Victor raised the hammer and continued to hit it, making even the experienced Harrison feel a little nauseous.

Just then, the phone rang.

A prison guard quickly handed it to him.

Victor picked it up, and it was like a wild boar roaring, "Victor! I know it's you! Where's my son!"

When Fidel Pedro heard his father's voice on the phone, he suddenly felt aggrieved and cried, "Help me."

"Mr. Vasili, your son is smiling very happily. If you have time, you should find a mistress to have another child."

Vasili Pedro on the opposite side was immediately frightened when he heard this, "Don't do it..."

"ah!!!"

A hammer hit his palm, causing blood and blood, and the scream made Vasili heartbroken.

"Don't worry, I will break his limbs first and then kill him. Mr. Wasley, God prays to me, and your sins should be judged!"

Victor raised his hammer and hit Fidel Pedro on the head with his desperate eyes.

…

Brothers and sisters, there are more updates on the shelves, there are currently two updates.

Also, don’t say whether it’s cool or not. . . I'm afraid. For now, it's fine if the plot is harsher. The protagonist is a policeman. Is it wrong to kill a drug lord?