Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 45 I am pleased to inform

Chapter 45 I am pleased to inform...

The criminal group is huge and you simply can't kill so many people.

What to do?

We have to deal with the troublemakers!

Kill Vasili Pedro!

The "drug war" launched by Mexico later adopted this method. Sinaloa was half-dead after Guzman was captured and extradited to the United States, and after the leader of Los Zetas was killed in Z3 Lazcano, No powerful person appeared.

These will become many small organizations, and then use the same name.

The problem in Mexico is not just a drug problem, but Victor currently has no ability to change anything.

All you can do is kill others first and save yourself.

"People like Victor can't hide at all. How will you explain it then?" Casare was more thoughtful and asked.

"I hired a bodyguard."

"The security services won't believe it," Casare said.

"so what?"

Victor spread his hands and smiled, "They don't have the ability to make people feel safe. Can't I hire them myself? Don't think about the consequences, Casare. Mexico doesn't need consequences. Only the living can argue."

The worst thing is to make a few employment contracts.

As for weapons…

As long as you don't point your guns at those corrupt bureaucrats, they won't care about you.

The rule of "strict gun control" does not apply to people who "own guns".

Mexico City is relatively "mild". In places such as Tijuana and Juarez, drug dealers carrying weapons can be seen everywhere, and they will start fights if they don't agree.

"The Godfather" Gallardo was right when he said: "The beast is unleashed!"

"This operation is under the responsibility of Kennedy Heisenberg, codename: Legend, the goal of the operation is to kill all members of the Pedro family."

Victor looked at the combat team in front of him. This firepower could charge even a Mexican battalion.

"Gentlemen, please let our enemies understand that there is no chance of winning in a war with us!"

"Yes, sir!" Kennedy Heisenberg looked like a German.

12 people got into the Humvee, and the remaining 6 people protected Victor and others.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he galloped towards Agawa district.

Any gangs or drug lords fighting in Mexico City know to stay away from the Agava district.

The rich and powerful naturally have the right to be exempted from the flames of war.

So, until midnight.

The police officers on patrol also started to slack off.

There was only one police officer sitting and dozing at the guard box.

In the dark night, two figures crept into the guard post. After a while, a flashlight shined from inside and flashed twice.

Three Humvees rushed in.

Then the last one went into the shadow alley next to it, serving as a powerful reserve in the event of a fierce firefight.

Kennedy Heisenberg led the remaining two teams and quickly found the Pedro family's mansion according to the preset route.

He lowered his head and pressed his watch, signaling the team members to take out the AT4 anti-tank rocket launcher.

Although the name is anti-tank...

But can’t we blow up buildings?

…

Victor calmly ate his midnight snack.

A chicken wrap and mashed potatoes.

Never order caviar in Mexico because they serve you mosquito eggs.

Best and Casare had little appetite.

When they thought of those 18 armed men, their hearts trembled. Could Victor be a rebel?

Look at their courage.

However, it is true that the current drug dealers are still relatively "fastidious". Even Guzman, who is known for his viciousness and viciousness, has the tact and rules of an old-school drug lord. He only makes money, and being popular is just a hobby.

Don't touch my cake and I won't do it to you.

But after the turn of the millennium, the new drug cartel groups are no longer unreasonable. Drug trafficking is their main business, and fire is a necessity. They commit murder and arson without hesitation, and their equipment is getting better and better.

Can you imagine the "Jalisco New Generation" with radar vehicles, missile launch vehicles, command vehicles and fixed-color uniforms?

Isn’t this a warlord?

Later even the old-school organizations became militarized.

The weapons and equipment of those people would make Americans drool after seeing them.

For example, after Guzman was extradited to the United States, his son Ovidio came to power, but this guy was incompetent and did not have the skills of his father. He was arrested twice by the police.

In order to save the boss, the Sinaloa Cartel launched an attack on the military and police. The drug traffickers ambushed a battalion of the military and police, killing the colonel commander Juan Jose Moreno Osua and four subordinates. .

It also shot down two attack helicopters of the Mexican government and damaged a fighter jet of the Mexican Air Force. Its combat effectiveness was overwhelming.

Compared with them, what's wrong with Victor just using a tactical team now?

What a panic.

Worse was yet to come.

When drug traffickers come up with atomic bombs, then they will be desperate.

Just as Victor swallowed the last bite of chicken roll, the big brother placed on top of the ammunition box rang loudly, and Casare ran over to get it and handed it to him.

After wiping the corners of his mouth, Victor picked up the phone. Before he could speak, Alejandro's anxious voice was heard over there, "Where are you?"

"Give it to me!" A voice with suppressed anger came from over there, obviously taking away Alejandro's phone, "Victor! I give you one hour to get to the Office of the Prison Administration!"

He doesn't recognize this voice?

"Who are you?"

The person on the other side was startled, and just when he was about to answer, he heard Victor continue, "I don't want to know who you are, but I'm telling you, I don't like your tone, and I'll kill you!"

"You idiot, let Alejandro answer the phone. If you say another word, I promise, I will blow your head off."

The sound of swallowing came from the phone. Being threatened by Victor, he really wanted to speak, but when he thought that this guy was an unscrupulous bastard, he was too scared to say anything.

I could only silently hand the big brother back to Alejandro who was watching the show next to him.

"Listen man, where are you now?" The latter asked after taking it, "The Pedro family wants your life."

"Of course I know, sir, but I am a very timid person. If someone wants my life, I will be very scared, and then... I can't help but strike first."

Alejandro felt something was wrong, "Where the hell are you?"

"Do you like watching fireworks? Sir, I remember that your window is near Agawa District, right? May I invite you to watch fireworks? Please come to the window."

The soundproofing effect of Big Brother was very poor. There were not just the two of them in the room, but four or five people heard it, and they all ran to the window together.

But it was pitch black outside.

There was only the occasional sound of gunfire, which is common in Mexico.

Alejandro frowned, thinking he was being teased, "Where..."

Before he finished speaking, a violent explosion was heard, accompanied by fire shooting into the sky!

The hot light turned Mexico City white.

Alejandro and others looked at this scene in stunned silence.

Victor bombed the Agava district? !

"Sir!"

Victor's chuckle came from the big brother's room.

"People like me are destined not to like being threatened by others, especially by criminals."

"I am happy to inform you now."

"The Pedro family is gone."