Chapter 107 Don’t Stop Me, I Want to Fight Victor to the Death!

Alexandra Konstantinovich pushed the door open wearily. He lived in a slum that was filled with stench and chaos.

With a scruffy beard, it was hard to tell that he was a 21-year-old man.

As soon as he got home, three little girls rushed out. They were all very young and looked skinny. Their hair was very sparse due to nutrition problems.

"My brother and sister beat me today."

"Brother, brother, are you tired?"

"Brother, I'm hungry."

Several children were talking at once. Konstantinovich touched the child's head and said, "I'll get you something to eat. You watch TV first."

He smiled bitterly, turned on the TV for the child, and walked into the kitchen.

From his name, you can tell that he is not a pure Mexican. His father is a Soviet. At that time, the family was in good condition and had a farm in the countryside. But because the drug cartel wanted to grow DM, they asked his parents to sell it at an extremely low price.

But this is the foundation of the family, and his father is a manic Soviet who refused to do so.

The drug dealer made him understand for the first time what it means to be unreasonable.

Killed his father directly!

When his mother went to call the police, the man was beheaded by drug dealers in the police station.

Konstantinovich could only make money by doing odd jobs for others, but recently drug dealers in Mexicali were making trouble, and the grain and oil store where he worked was robbed.

The drug dealers were recruiting people.

300 pesos a day.

He had seen his neighbors do it, but in the end... the people were gone.

It's not that easy to make money from drug dealers.

Konstantinovich opened the food cabinet and saw two corns in it, just to fill his stomach.

"I am Victor, the head of the Guadalupe Island Police Department."

"This is the execution site of drug dealers!"

At this moment, a strong male voice came from the TV, giving people a sense of conviction.

Execution of drug dealers?

Konstantinovich raised his eyebrows and walked to the door curiously, and saw his three sisters sitting together, playing with building blocks, while the camera on the TV showed a tough man with an empty space behind him.

"We came to Mexicali to restore local social order. Any behavior that dares to hinder the Mexican people's yearning for a peaceful life is a provocation to us!"

"Here, drug dealers only have the death penalty! Those few are the backbone members of the Sinaloa drug cartel. We will broadcast their execution live."

Victor made way half a position and swept the camera behind him. He saw a team of police officers pressing seven or eight drug dealers and then tied them together, with their hands and feet trapped.

"We will use RPG! Send these drug dealers to heaven."

RPG!

Many people widened their eyes when they heard about the execution of drug dealers. There is no death penalty in Mexico, which does not conform to their values.

A police officer carried a rocket launcher and faced the drug dealers more than 100 meters away.

Konstantinovich held his breath and clenched his fists. His nails were almost embedded in his flesh. He watched the half-kneeling police officer pull the trigger to fire.

The shell flew over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It exploded directly among the drug dealers.

Bang! ! !

Konstantinovich saw a person being blown away, his body disintegrated in mid-air, and he actually felt very refreshed!

Drug dealers, they are going to die!

Those drug dealers were not completely dead, and many of them fell to the ground and screamed, and Victor asked people to reunite them.

One more shot!

Why can the death penalty only be executed once?

If they are not dead, continue.

We must give performance to Satan.

Boom!

Under the second shell, even the toughest people will become puzzle pieces.

Many residents in front of the TV were so scared that they trembled when they saw this scene, but some people couldn't help but scream.

Victor pointed at the TV camera, "Don't be nervous. If anyone is a drug dealer, I will find you, open your skull and pee in it!"

"Also, the Guadalupe Police Department has officially arrested Zambada, the second-in-command of the Sinaloa Cartel. He will be executed on April 11, 1990 in the Plaza de Heroes in Mexicali. He will be executed by cannon with a caliber of no less than 120mm. The whole process will be broadcast live."

"The Guadalupe Police Department reminds you not to sell drugs, or your whole family will be wiped out!"

"I'm staring at you."

Victor's eyes scared Konstantinovich on the other side of the TV, as if he was being stared at by a wolf.

It seemed that the other party would rush out and tear him apart in the next second.

But then Konstantinovich was excited, his eyes lit up, and an idea popped up in his mind.

Follow Mr. Victor!

Kill all the drug dealers!

Get revenge!

Konstantinovich had also served in the army, but he turned his head and looked at his three sisters with a doting look in his eyes.

He looked at the most conspicuous family portrait placed next to the TV.

A tall man was holding his wife, standing in a military uniform, and his three sisters were curiously holding his legs.

At that time...

His family was still very happy.

"All drug dealers should die!" Konstantinovich raised his head and muttered to himself.

...

"All drug dealers should die!"

A park on Guadalupe Island, where a large screen was installed.

Victor was just to make it convenient for people to hear and see him whenever he spoke, he was a bit showy.

Watching those drug dealers being blown up.

Santos in the crowd raised his hand and shouted loudly, and his friends next to him also cheered.

The whole Guadalupe Island was shouting.

Only when there were no drug dealers did we know how good life could be.

You don’t have to worry about bumping into someone on the road, afraid that he would pull out a gun and shoot you, and you don’t have to worry about being involved in a gunfight when eating outside in a restaurant.

You don’t have to be afraid that your parents will chat with you today and be separated from you forever tomorrow.

Peace and safety are the most precious.

“When will the police academy start? I can’t wait to join.” Camposter, a good brother next to him, asked, scratching his head, “But I’m afraid my knowledge points are not enough!”

The other friends next to him also sighed when they heard this.

Santos raised his hand, “Don’t worry, you all come to me, I will tutor you, and then we will be admitted to the police academy together!”

“Really?”

“Thank you, Santos.”

Listening to the gratitude of his friends, Santos straightened his hat and smiled happily, “Follow Mr. Victor and eradicate drug dealers!”

The friends also shouted like this.

Santos is a well-known "Victor believer". He has also gathered many companions to move forward for the right path.

The adults around them all smiled as they looked at these energetic children.

Their own childhood was full of violence, intimidation, and drugs. Many of them had never been to school, but they did not want the next generation to be like this.

Mr. Victor is the hero of Mexico!

…

Cannon execution!

120mm caliber.

Guzman watched Victor's words on TV, and even a fierce man like him felt a tremor in his heart.

Wouldn't that mean that the air would be filled with Zambada?

"What are you doing! Get out of the way!"

"You Guzman's lackey, get out of the way, I want to see Guzman!"

"CNMDB! Who are you talking to."

There was a noise at the door, and Guzman's face darkened. He got up to open the door and saw two groups of people confronting each other outside.

One group was the Beltran Leyva brothers.

The other group was the two brothers of Zambada.

Both sides even drew their guns.

"What are you doing!" Guzman shouted, "We are all family, do you want to fight?"

"Guzman, I just want to ask you a question, what about my brother, will you save him or not!" The man with a big face opposite is Zambada's second brother, nicknamed "Sinaloa Wild Leopard": Ismael Zambada Weeks.

He has a bad temper and has argued with Guzman many times.

"Be polite to me, idiot!" Arturo, the eldest of the four brothers, pointed at him and said.

Ismael stared, not willing to be outdone.

Guzman's temples were full of blue veins, and his face was gloomy, "Save! Of course, Zambada is my brother, am I the kind of person who loses his brother?"

If he doesn't save him, there will be a real internal conflict.

"But it's definitely not possible to rely on just a few of us. Contact Juarez and the Gulf Group. If you want to save Zambada, you must ask for their help."

Ismael pointed at Guzman, "You'd better be telling the truth, otherwise, I will take our people away from Sinaloa!"

After that, he left with his people.

"Cousin, how about I take some people to kill him!" Arturo said in a muffled voice.

"Go, go, go, you only know how to do it! You have to use your brain." Guzman cursed and frowned, "If you kill him, we will have to break up tomorrow!"

He smoked hard and threw the cigarette butt directly on the ground, with a fierce look on his face.

"Victor won't let us live, so we will make him lose!"

"Let's contact Abrego and Aguilar first, and fight Victor!"

Guzman's eyes flickered.

But just risking his life is not like his style.

He plans to...

surrender to the Mexican government.