Chapter 106 Mr. Victor's World Is Black and White!

Jose Herrera Duterte is very busy!

Busy collecting money.

He has business dealings with the Gulf Group, Juarez and Sinaloa.

As the commander of the Baja California Judicial Police, he has been in this position for a long time, all thanks to two words: knowing what's interesting!

When the Benjamin brothers in Tijuana were there, he provided them with intelligence on the police's drug crackdown, which indirectly or directly led to the sacrifice of many colleagues.

But his interests in Baja California are too deep, even the governor Rafael Marquez who died in the "toilet" had to give in to him to a certain extent.

In his mansion, he had just finished learning about life with several female models, lying on the bed and smoking, and heard the phone ring.

There were four or five phones on the bedside table.

The red one was Juarez, the white one was Sinaloa, the black one was the Gulf Group, and the other colors were not important.

The one that rang was white.

He took it and said enthusiastically, "Hi, good evening, sir!"

"Help us do something." Alfredo, the fourth of the Beltran Leyva brothers on the opposite side, said in a muffled voice, "Zambada was caught by Victor."

The cigarette in Jose Herrera Dutt's mouth suddenly seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't help coughing uncomfortably, "What?!"

His voice was so loud that the female models who were playing with each other turned their heads to look over. He kicked their butts with his toes and waved his hand to signal them to leave.

After the female models walked away, Dutt threw the cigarette on the ground and sat up straight, "You want me to help him get it out?"

The other side was quiet for a while, "Kill him!"

Dutt raised his eyebrows and heard Alfredo's offer, "600,000 US dollars!"

"He is the second-in-command of your Sinaloa. This price is not appropriate." He moved his mind and immediately figured out what Guzman wanted, and couldn't help but raise the price.

A typical person who can do anything for money.

"2 million US dollars!" Dutt called out a price himself.

"Deal, but you must do it well." Alfredo's tone didn't even pause, as if he didn't care about this little money at all.

MD!

It's too little!

Dutt regretted it so much, but if he dared to bargain now, he would be beaten to death by the other party if he didn't quote the right price.

"Don't worry, don't you trust me when I do things?"

After hanging up the phone, Dutt sat on the bed and began to think about how to kill Zambada.

Victor...

Dutt had never seen him, but it was said that he was very fierce. The drug dealers he killed on Guadalupe Island screamed. He was quite good at fighting, and he had some people under him.

"But in Mexicali, it's not enough to be able to fight."

He stuffed the cigarette into the ashtray.

Being able to fight is useless, you have to pay attention to connections when you get out!

Tomorrow, I will take the bailiff to see this Victor, can he kill me!

...

The sun was slightly in the sky.

It was a rare good weather.

Victor didn't sleep all night last night. The first and second teams successfully took over the police station and the city hall, but they did encounter resistance from drug dealers.

Two or three "Blowpipe" surface-to-air missiles were launched.

The drug dealers all shut up.

The police officers at the police station also shut up.

"Put me down...put me down!" Four drug dealers were hung on the flagpole in the middle of the TV station.

Victor didn't have time to find a doctor for them. If they could survive, they would survive. If they couldn't survive, they would die. Zambada's status was different, so he had to give him some "respect". After all, who would be executed if he was killed?

Victor was in the temporary office. When he felt tired, he stood up, made a cup of coffee, and listened to the screams outside. It was a different kind of "military leader" fun.

Just after taking a sip of coffee, his eyes fixed, and he saw that more than a dozen cars suddenly appeared at the gate outside, all from government agencies.

It seemed that these people finally understood that they were here to pay a visit.

"Boss." Casare knocked on the door and came in. "The Mexicali marshals and law enforcement are here."

"Let them in."

"We have to meet the local bosses when we come to Mexicali, right?"

Casare looked around and first looked at the table. There should be no ashtray. He was relieved to see that there was only a small teacup for the ash.

In front of the TV station.

Jose Herrera Duter was stopped outside.

The police officer who guarded the door refused to let him in no matter how hard he talked.

This also made him a little annoyed, but he thought that he was a person of status, so he could only keep silent.

Casare walked out and glanced at them, "Who is the most powerful official here?"

This first sentence made people confused, and they looked at each other.

"I am Jose Herrera Duterte, the commander of the Lower California Judicial Police."

"I am the head of the inspection department..."

"I..."

Four people stood up, Casare looked at them and nodded, "You come in with me, the others go to the next room to rest first."

This immediately made everyone uproar.

"No, we all came together, why do we have to see them? Why?"

"Yes, we also want to see Mr. Victor."

Casare looked at them coldly and pointed his finger. The police officer behind him raised his gun directly, and the gang closed their mouths as if they had said hello.

"What are your identities? If you have something to say, tell the police dog at the door, and it will report it when the time comes! If you make trouble again, you will all be shot!" Casare pointed to a Neapolitan Mastiff not far away.

This was also found by Victor.

In fact, it was exchanged.

Dogs do not count.

It’s just that it’s not very useful in modern warfare. Victor exchanged a dozen of them on Guadalupe Island to catch ordinary criminals. It’s also good for public security battles. Now bring them out to let “them” see the scene.

Of course, it would be even more fun if there were dogs to kill drug dealers!

Jose Herrera Dutt took a deep breath, his heart sinking slightly. He planned to use his connections in the capital Mexicali to put some “pressure” on Victor, but now there are only a few of him, and he may not be able to win the argument.

He looked at the heads of other departments, and then followed Casare. The drug dealer hanging on the flagpole screamed continuously. Some people even saw him and obviously knew him, “Dute! Save me, save me!”

Casare stopped and looked back at him, “Sir, do you know him?”

Dutt shook his head hurriedly, “No.”

“It’s better. Mr. Victor is more jealous of evil. He can’t tolerate sand.”

A group of people walked into the office.

Victor just glanced casually and sighed, "Take them out and shoot them."

"????"

No matter who they were, they were all confused.

But the police outside reacted quickly and dragged them out directly!

"No! You can't do this, Victor, I'm the commander of the marshals, I'm the superintendent, I'm the boss, you are killing innocent people!" Dutt roared with a ferocious expression.

You let me say nothing and you want to shoot me?

"I don't accept it!"

Victor waved his hand, "Use a shotgun!"

He didn't want to waste his saliva on these people.

Just now, at a glance, wow, they are all drug dealers who have turned good, and Dutt is even more rubbish. He directly killed two mayoral candidates and was also involved in human smuggling.

This is not smuggling in the sense, but trafficking!

The United Nations published an investigative report in 2020, saying that there are about 50 million slaves in the world, which means that these people were bought as tools for venting or some low-level laborers.

This deserves to die!

In the eyes of Uncle Victor, crime is not tolerated!

The other few were not good people either, they were drug smugglers, drug dealers, and harboring drug dealers.

"CNMD! Victor, you will not die well, you will not die well!" Dutt's mouth was very foul.

"He shot three times!" Victor's light voice came from inside.

Several people were dragged to the yard downstairs and tied directly to the steps of the flag, where the drug dealers were hanging.

Dutt was still cursing, "I am the commander of the marshals, I am the commander of the marshals!"

An EDM police officer stuffed a Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun into his mouth and fired decisively!

Bang!

Gone... I mean the head is gone.

Blood splattered on other people nearby.

"Ahhh!!!" The big men screamed.

The EDM police officer wiped the blood off his face and fired two more shots at Dutt's body in the chest. Chief Victor said to shoot you three times, and definitely not four times.

However, using a shotgun to play the Mozambique shooting method, this... is the first time I have heard of it.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, spare me."

The remaining two men put their guns to their chests and pulled the trigger.

The heart was smashed directly.

The execution was painless.

These guys are drug dealers!

They are just police officers.

Victor does not allow anyone to trample on this profession.

The drug dealers above were scared to death, really scared to death.

Dropping down.

This is what happens when drugs are involved.

Casare glanced at the hut not far away, and sure enough, he saw that the people who came in with Dutt were all looking at him in horror.

He ran upstairs and reported the matter to Victor, "Boss, do you want to kill them all!"

"Who will work after you kill them? Are you going?"

Victor looked at the other party, "Don't be too violent, can you learn from me to cultivate your character?"

Casare: "???"

You are a mouthpiece, and you still want to cultivate your character?

"First find a place to lock him up, and then interrogate him thoroughly, and kill all those who cooperate with drug dealers."

In Victor's eyes.

His world is black and white, color?

That means you have pooped too much, and you need Victor to treat you.

Drug dealers are black, and they must die!

Forgiveness?

Impossible!

Mr. Victor is justice walking on earth!

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the drug dealers who fell on the flagpole, with disgust in his eyes, "They can't even control their own urine, are they hopeless?"

Casare understood immediately.

"Then before the TV speech, let's wake up the people and take these people out and shoot them."

"Let everyone see what the fate of drug dealers will be."

"Boss, what gun do you want to use?"

Casare found that Victor would choose different calibers to execute drug dealers every day because he was in a bad mood.

"What methods do drug dealers usually use?"

"Beheading, dismemberment, burning..." Casare said more than a dozen horrible methods in one breath.

Victor stretched out his hand to signal him to stop.

"Then we..."

"Use RPG!"

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