Chapter 156 Miguel Felix Gallardo

Chapter 156 Miguel Felix Gallardo

Plant 1, Plateau Prison.

The sound of the sewing machine was very rhythmic, and the prison guards patrolled back and forth. If they saw anyone slacking off, they would hit him with a baton.

But there are policies from above, and countermeasures from below.

"Officer! My sewing machine is broken!"

Suddenly, someone raised his hand and shouted loudly, attracting the attention of many people. Then a slicked-faced and shaved prisoner stood up.

"Why is it you who broke it again! This is the third time this month!" The guard walked over cursing.

The prisoner spread his hands innocently, "Maybe I worked too hard."

Seeing him so shameless, many new prisoners were slightly moved, but there were also old people who looked at each other.

"This Canes is addicted to playing, and the sewing machine is still broken frequently." An old prisoner pursed the thread with his mouth, and there was a thimble in his hand. Judging from this posture, he must have had at least several years of experience.

"I think he's going to be unlucky. Victor is outside. What do you think will happen if his sewing machine really breaks down?" A bald man with a tiger tattoo on his arm said softly.

The old prisoner shuddered when he heard the name.

Damn, those who can survive the bloody purges in the prison are all tough!

As soon as the bald criminal finished speaking, several police officers rushed in from the door. They said a few words to the guarding officer. The latter was startled, but soon nodded, pointed to a few colleagues, and went directly to arrest people.

The prisoner named Canes stood by and watched the police officer repairing the sewing machine. He was already an old hand. He was very experienced in how to break it. He was studying how to destroy the sewing machine when he was sleeping!

At this time, the guard grabbed him from behind and dragged him back, which startled Canes and asked quickly, "Officer, officer, what's wrong with me?"

The other person ignored him and dragged him out.

"Hmph!"

A policeman with the rank of deputy police inspector looked at other prisoners with his hands behind his back, "Mr. Victor gave you a chance to reform, but you didn't cherish it and even destroyed the tools. This behavior is intolerable!"

"Therefore, the prison committee sentenced Canes to death and executed immediately!"

"You must cherish the opportunity Mr. Victor gave you."

Death penalty!

Shoot for being lazy?

All the criminals shuddered, then lowered their heads quickly, and stepped on the ground quickly.

It's better to live than to die.

60 criminals who were sneaky and slippery were pulled out of the plateau prison and tied together directly on the shooting range. They shouted and tears flowed.

"No! I know I was wrong, please forgive me, I promise to reform well! I promise not to be lazy at work, don't kill me."

Give you a chance, but you are useless!

"Ready!"

A police officer raised his hand, and two machine gunners were lying in front of him, using M2 "Browning" heavy machine guns.

"Shoot!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Dozens of criminals screamed and tried to run, but the rope was pulled back again. The heads of the outermost ones were blown up, blood was scattered everywhere, and broken limbs flew everywhere.

It was only about a minute, and there was no one standing in front of him.

"Next batch."

More than 20 drug lords pulled out from the third prison area were pulled out. They just didn't pay the health fee. Of course, they didn't need to be shot for not paying back the money, but Victor wanted points.

A casual glance at this one, the lowest one has more than 800,000. Killing them all can at least get tens of millions of points, which will contribute to his appointment as the Minister of Security of Lower California.

"Wait." Victor suddenly shouted, looking at the thin middle-aged man standing at the back of the prisoners.

"Miguel Felix Gallardo!"

The middle-aged man raised his head, and it was the once powerful Mexican drug lord, "Godfather" Gallardo!

At this time, he had been suffering from illness for a long time and looked a little sick, but his eyes were still fierce.

Gallardo glanced at him and said in a hoarse voice, "I know you, you came to see me and stood at the prison gate for 15 seconds."

Victor was startled, but soon remembered that he had been transferred to the third prison area not long ago, and he still remembered that he wanted to hug his thigh at that time, but it had only been a short time, and things had changed.

Gallardo took a step forward, and the shackles made a rattling sound, startling the police officer next to him and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Are you still worried about the bound beast?" He chuckled and stared at Victor, "Can you give me a cigarette?"

Casare glanced at the boss, and when he saw him nod, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth and lit it.

Gallardo took a deep breath and blew out the smoke. "I saw ambition in your eyes. At that time, I could feel that you wanted to kill me."

"You are destined to be extraordinary just like me. I didn't expect that after such a short time, we would meet again and you would look at me like... an ant?!"

"Am I, Miguel Felix Gallardo, so despised now?!"

His voice suddenly became louder and he struggled hard.

After being locked up for a long time, his personality became more sensitive. Sometimes, a slight word from others could make him angry.

He lost everything, and only his temper remained.

The police officers next to him were holding him tightly.

Victor walked in front of him.

"Boss." Casare shouted worriedly, he waved his hands and looked at Gallardo, "We are different, you are a drug dealer, I am a policeman, how can we be the same? A trapped wild dog, what can it do except barking?"

Victor smiled, "I have killed at least 30000 to 5000 drug dealers, what are you? Look, I want you to die now, you have to die, who can save you? I give you a nickname called Godfather, do you really think you are the Godfather of Mexico?"

He leaned his mouth over and whispered in the other's ear, "I am!"

"I'll give you a chance, kneel down, and then say that drug dealers will not die well, I will let you live, and I guarantee that you will have a better life than others in the plateau prison , a very good deal. "

"You are insulting me!"

"Yes!" Victor nodded, not hiding himself at all, "Isn't it your favorite thing to make the police kneel at your feet and surrender? We changed our identities, and you don't agree?"

"What do you choose between a life and a personality?"

The other party stared at him intently, making a sound like a trapped beast in his throat, clenching his fists, and his eyes were red, "I am Miguel Felix..."

Before he finished speaking, Victor grabbed the rifle of the prison guard next to him, swung it at the other party, hit him on the head, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "NMGB! My name is Victor Carlos Vieri!"

A few butts went down, and the other party's head was broken and bleeding.

"I don't like him being so proud, break his legs."

Jason Bourne found two large wrenches and smashed them at Gallardo's knees!

Crack~

The sound of bones breaking, and his screams!

"He's showing off to me. Since he wants to die so much, let's change the way he dies. Tie up his limbs and head, and then use a Hummer to pull him away! For the Godfather, we have to make him different."

Dismembered by a Hummer? !

"Victor! You..." Gallardo cursed when he heard his words. He was not so crazy even when he was arrested.

Jason Bourne saw that he wanted to curse, so he put a wrench into his mouth and broke his teeth.

I'm doing this for your own good. If you curse again, he will be so petty that his bones will be torn apart by you.

After hearing Victor's order, the police officer hurried to find a rope and tied it to Gallardo's head and limbs, and the other end was on the Hummer.

"Woo woo woo... woo woo woo!" Gallardo lay on the ground and shouted loudly. God knows what he said.

"Boss, he seems to be crying?" Casare's eyes were sharp, and he saw the other party's tears flowing.

"The drug dealer's tears are just because he is afraid of death, not because he is repenting." Victor looked at the scene coldly and said, "If he regretted it, he shouldn't have sold drugs. He just didn't expect that there would be me in Mexico."

Casare nodded beside him. This is right. If there is no boss, many drug dealers will definitely be at large.

Yeah!

He has thought of the name of his next musical work "Victor is the light!"

He wrote the lyrics for "Victor is with us".

Next time, make a movie!

"Pull!"

The Hummer roared, equipped with a large-displacement engine, with a maximum horsepower of more than 400 horsepower!

1 horsepower is equal to 735.5 watts, so 400 horsepower is equal to 294,200 watts. Such an output power is considered quite high in the automotive field, and usually requires a high-power version of a 6-cylinder turbocharged car, or an 8-cylinder car to achieve it.

The driver stepped on the accelerator!

Five Hummers ran hard from different directions.

"Victor...! I curse you, you will not die well!!"

Galardo screamed at last.

The whole person...

was pulled apart.

Casare and other police officers felt pain all over their bodies, their scalps were numb, and the hairs on their bodies were all standing up.

Victor seemed very calm.

"All drug dealers must die!"

Think about what to use next time.

Bulletin is really the most merciful way to die. Is it worthy of the anti-drug police who sacrificed on the front line? Is it worthy of the ordinary people who work hard every day for a few dollars and are slaughtered by drug dealers?

Maybe, someone will allow it.

But I'm sorry, now Victor is holding a knife, let the drug dealer die more excitingly. You all live such an exciting life, you can't lose the limelight in the end.

Please call Victor, the ambassador of help in the future!

"Pick it up and throw it to the dogs." Victor said after looking at the corpse.

See, in the future, animal protection organizations must make him the spokesperson. Wherever he goes, the animals there will have food to eat.

The great white sharks on Guadalupe Island are now fat and strong.

Next time, let's look at the lions.

Harris stood at the back. He found that Victor hadn't seen him for a long time and he became a little irritable.

He didn't know if it was a good thing.

He hesitated and pulled Casare next to him, "Do you want to call a psychiatrist for the boss?"

The latter raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Do you have a grudge against any doctor?"

Harris: "..."

"Don't worry, the boss is just in a bad mood today. He is not like this when he is in a good mood."

"What will happen?"

Casare thought for a while, "He will gently blow your head with an ashtray!"

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