Working as a police officer in Mexico

120mm mortars fired 5 consecutive rounds!

At a glance, the mountainside was lowered by several centimeters.

Kennedy Heisenberg, the third figure in the "Victor Cartel", rushed forward with the police officers, fearing that someone would survive under such bombardment.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, I surrender!"

There was a criminal in the swimming pool in the yard. He was obviously really lucky. When he saw Kennedy and others, he quickly raised his hands and begged, "I still have a seventy-year-old mother..."

jump!

Kennedy fired a shotgun and blew up the opponent's head. "Sorry, I refuse."

"Search! Look inside the safe, bedside table, and other quilt covers."

This is an "extracurricular activity" - ransacking your home!

If you want to develop Guadalupe Island, you need money. If the drug dealer is dead, don't these belong to Uncle Victor?

Drug dealers like to hide cash at home. When Pablo ran away in Colombia, huge amounts of cash could be found wherever he stayed.

Because their money is "dirty" and needs to be laundered. When Sandra Beltran, the famous female drug lord in Mexico, nicknamed "The King of the Pacific," was arrested in 2007, she was charged with money laundering.

But the police don’t need these names!

Victor announced to the public that these were the funds of drug dealers. In the future, the money he earned from selling arms could be "washed away" in this way. The drug dealers never imagined that they would be able to take the blame for "the uncle" after they died.

In the end, Kennedy Heisenberg searched the ruins of the Portillo family and found 3 million US dollars and 1.5 million pesos, as well as about 20 kilograms of gold and jewelry estimated to exceed 600,000 US dollars.

When Victor heard the news, he was silent for a long time and looked at Casare with a very firm tone, "The drug dealers will not die until they die! I feel very uncomfortable!"

A family of drug dealers living on a rotten island has so much money. You can only imagine how much money those drug trafficking groups that span several continents must have.

No wonder when the DEA was arresting drug dealers, many people from the CIA also stood in the way.

Brother, the water inside is too deep. Ordinary people can't grasp it. Uncle Victor has to come. He has a tough life. The most important thing is that the caliber is thick enough.

When they returned to the police station, as soon as the car stopped, they saw Santos, who had changed his clothes, hanging up his ill-fitting police uniform. "Mr. Victor, you are so handsome!"

"As long as I can be like you."

Victor touched his head and said, "Santos, you don't have to be me, but you will definitely be me. Mexico's anti-drug cause is not just my responsibility, you and your generation are the main force."

"But now, I stand in front of you. When I get old or fall down, you should pick up my cause, lift up my fire, overthrow, fight, and eliminate the drug traffickers who are destroying Mexico."

Santos seemed to be a believer who was listening to "God". He nodded firmly. He suddenly thought of something, "Mr. Victor, I will be baptized in one month. Can you come and be baptized for me?"

Victor was startled, because in places like Europe and the United States, when people are baptized, they are called Padrino, which means: godfather. This has a heavy meaning.

It's like a beacon on his path.

The Italian Mafia likes to do this best.

Victor looked at Santos with hopeful eyes and touched his head, "Of course, God and I are with you."

Feeling the warmth from his palms, Santos nuzzled it like a puppy. Here, he found the father's love he had not felt for a long time.

When you are confused in life, a bright light suddenly appears, and you will find that everything in him is good.

"Father! I finally found someone as great as you!"

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When the Portillo family, which "domesticated" in the northwest of Guadalupe Island, was wiped out by "live broadcast," other drug dealers did not dare to rescue them.

What a joke.

The 120mm caliber is bigger than a fist. What if it hits yourself on the head?

Nieve en Yakarta Cafe.

The service staff stood aside shivering, their legs weakening.

The main cafe is full of strong men with tattoos, guns, nose rings, and even people with words carved on their faces. The visual impact alone is great.

"The Portillo family...is gone." A white man wearing a cowboy hat said in a deep voice.

"Escorpión, we have eyes!" Sitting opposite him was a black man with a bad temper.

Mexico is a multi-ethnic country, with about 1.5 million black people living in the states of Guerrero, Oaxaca and Veracruz.

"Negro! Believe it or not I stuffed your ass into a watermelon!"

This sentence made the black man furious. He picked up the pistol on the table and pointed it at the other party. The boys behind the white man quickly took out their guns, and arrows were drawn from both sides.

The other drug lords watched indifferently.

"enough!"

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a figure like an iron tower stood up. He was at least 190+cm tall. He was definitely considered a "giant" in Mexico. His eyes were sinister and he frowned.

This is Francisco, nicknamed "Guerrero". The organization he leads: "Morsis" is a subordinate unit affiliated with Tijuana and has a "transcendent" status on Guadalupe Island.

Originally, Nico and the white man had no intention of actually fighting. After hearing his words, they sat down in silence.

"Francisco, haven't you heard back from the gentlemen in Tijuana?"

The strong man shook his head, "Gentlemen, allow us to abandon Guadalupe Island."

"What!"

"How could this be!"

"This is impossible, how could gentlemen give such an order."

The other drug dealers looked at this scene in disbelief.

Especially white people, he shouted louder and louder.

"Juarez has declared an alliance with Sinaloa and declared war on Tijuana."

This news was even more shocking, but to put it bluntly, it had nothing to do with it.

If Tijuana is killed by the two major groups, the small organization they are attached to will probably change its boss. This is very common in Mexico.

But now everyone is "begging" for food down in Tijuana, so we can't stand up and lift the table.

"What do you mean, gentlemen..."

The strong man Francesco took a deep breath, with helplessness in his eyes, "Surrender."

"Their artillery fire was too strong. Where did that bastard Victor get the artillery! Damn it, are those Mexican politicians eating shit?" the drug lord cursed, but he looked obviously relieved.

them…

Really scared.

If the police are equipped with artillery, do your coast guard also have to be equipped with an aircraft carrier?

"I won't surrender!"

The white man kicked the table away and said, "You cowards!" After saying that, he kicked the door angrily and left.

Francis looked at everyone and stood up, "I will go to Victor tomorrow to ensure our interests. There are conditions for surrender."

After he left, all the drug dealers in the cafe looked at each other and could only sigh.

If you can't beat it, what can you do?

They are willing to sell anything to stay alive.

The more ferocious a person is, the more afraid he is of death.

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