Chapter 160: If You Commit a Crime, Don’t Look for a Lawyer, Look for a Magician!

Are you fucking using a shotgun to ask if we still have any members in the club?

Mr. Police, we are three good students!

"Check their criminal records and lock up those with records."

"Will those who have been detained be detained again?" Piette asked in a low voice.

"Quan! After I came out, I didn't study hard and fooled around every day. I was sent to prison to use a sewing machine."

Anyway, the prison is in desperate need of manpower.

"Where is Felix the Locomotive in Block 12?" Sweet said to the little girl with a shotgun in one hand.

The other person trembled with fright, "In the Sexo y drogas (sex and drugs) bar."

Sweet was happy when he heard the name, "Contact EDN and let's go see together. In what era do you still dare to call it this name? Bring the rocket launcher, TMD."

Why don't you call me "Silly Victor?"

It will definitely be "as bright as a summer flower" by then.

"Grandma! Grandma!" The little boy over there was still crying, his voice was hoarse.

Sweet frowned, "Contact the funeral home, and then ask your colleagues to contact the family. If... there is no one left, send him to an orphanage."

His chest is very tight now.

In the past, there was nothing he could do. As a police officer, he had to collect protection fees from society members on the road!

Can you relate to this?

With no action from above and no one to support them, the police below just muddle along.

If drug dealers are the psoriasis of Mexico, then gangs are the product of social formation. These two are different, or the ways of obtaining funds are different.

For example, some of the most famous gangs in the United States rely on fighting and grabbing territory to collect protection fees. How many gangs are more powerful than drug dealers?

In the "Miami Drug War" that took place in the late 1970s, drug dealers led by Colombian female drug lord Blanco, nicknamed "Black Widow", suppressed local gangs to death.

There is no ability to resist at all.

Well, Blanco was part of the Medellin Cartel at the time.

Can even the so-called five major mafia families beat drug dealers?

They couldn't possibly dispatch tens of thousands of armed gunmen.

"Piet!!"

Sweet suddenly called out, and the other party turned his head in confusion, and saw his brother, lowering his voice and even trembling in his tone.

"I've been suppressing it for a long time now."

Piette looked at him deeply, "Then go blow their heads off!"

"Sexo y drogas Bar" is on the busiest street in Block 12. The environment here is slightly better, but only slightly.

At the door, you can also see a drunkard peeing openly.

In the alley next to him, the street girl holding a cigarette in her mouth glanced at him with a mocking smile on her lips, as if she was mocking him for being like this.

Originally, there were people smoking drugs on the street, but because those drug dealers died so tragically, the only ones who could leave their corpses behind were those who had done good things in their previous lives. They were also afraid, so they could only come here secretly.

Buzz~

The rapid sirens suddenly came closer and closer.

Are there still police cars on 12th Street?

Many curious "locals" looked over and saw three police cars driving past.

The car also says EDN (Emergency Emergency Team throughout Mexico).

"Man, are you sure that turning on the loudspeaker won't disturb them?" Piette turned around and asked, "What if the drugs are destroyed?"

"How could the police come secretly? Destroy it? Didn't he say he didn't? I think he did!"

The police car parked opposite the bar. Dozens of police officers got out of the car and saw a yellow car driving slowly from a distance. It planned to park in front of the bar. The doors were open. Sweet stepped forward and kicked the door back. .

"Get lost! This place is closed at night."

The middle-aged man driving the car looked at the battle and nodded quickly.

Sweet rushed into the bar with others. The music inside was very exciting, the air was filled with the smell of "deoxyribose", and there were people on the stage shaking their heads and acting like epilepsy.

Piette and his men went to turn on the light.

The dim bar suddenly became brighter, and Sweet glanced out of the corner of his eye to see many men and women hurriedly putting on their clothes at the booths in the corner.

"Police inspection!"

This sentence really never comes up in Tijuana.

The people in the bar were also confused and looked at each other.

"After receiving clues, there is illegal activity here. Get up. Men stand on the left and women stand on the right." A police officer shouted.

"Officer, where are you standing if you're not a man or a woman?" A young man with a bare upper body and dyed yellow hair laughed loudly and shouted, surrounded by his companions who laughed when they heard his words.

The police officer turned to look at Sweet, who walked over and stared at Huang Mao, who still held his head high, looking very unconvinced.

Sweet smiled, pulled out the gun, pointed it at his balls, and pulled the trigger!

bong!

Exploded!

"Ouch!!!!" Huang Mao was lying on the ground, twitching, rolling his eyes, yelling twice, and then he came over.

"Neither male nor female, die in the middle!"

Sweet pointed to the man and woman next to him who immediately shut up, "Stand still!"

Now they are more obedient than anyone else.

The police in Tijuana are so brave!

"Officer! Officer!"

A middle-aged man with dreadlocks ran down from the second floor, rubbing his hands, "How can I help?"

As he spoke, he stuffed a wad of money in his hand.

"Where's Felix Hills? I'm looking for him." Sweet pushed his hand away and said calmly, "Ask me something."

The middle-aged man was startled, "The police officer looks unfamiliar. He was just transferred here. We have already paid this month's salary."

Sweet's expression changed. It seems that there is a protective umbrella here.

"Go up and take a look."

Piette next to him pushed the middle-aged man away and was about to go up to the second floor with his men when he heard a scolding, "Who told you to come up!"

Looking up, a black man came down. His beard was a little white, which looked out of place.

Sweet glanced at him up and down, "Felix Hills?"

The other party looked at him arrogantly. When he saw his police rank, he showed impatience and disdain on his face.

"CNMD! Are you giving me a face?"

Sweet slapped him, took the rifle of the police officer next to him, and hit the black man who fell to the ground with all his strength. When the middle-aged man with dreadlocks was about to rush up, Piette pointed the gun at him.

Grabbing the black man's hair, Sweet pressed him against the railing, and blood dripped from the railing along his brow.

"When the police ask, you answer yes or no!"

"Give me a look? Who do you think you are?!"

Svet pulled his head and banged it hard, "Answer me, is it Felix Hills!"

"Yes" the other party obeyed now.

"Have you smuggled drugs, trafficked people, or forced women into prostitution?"

How do you expect others to answer this?

Will anyone come if you open a regular bar?

Svet understood, let go of his hand, pointed at Felix Hills, and said to Piette, "Shoot!"

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The black man who fell to the ground widened his eyes when he heard these two words. When two police officers came over to pull his arms, he really panicked, "I want to call a lawyer! I want to call a lawyer!"

"In Lower California, you don't need to call a lawyer to commit a crime, call a magician!"

The police dragged Felix Hills out of the door, kicked him to his knees, one of them pulled his head, and the other held a pistol to his head from behind, bouncing!

Fired three shots in a row!

The body knelt on the ground for a while, then fell into an S shape.

The homeless man who was smoking against the wall outside saw this scene, took a breath of cold air, and sucked the cigarette butt he picked up directly into his mouth.

The lady was so scared that she ran away in her high heels.

The drunk was still lying on the ground snoring.

The gunshots reached the bar, and the men and women who were dancing wildly hugged each other and trembled.

They were not afraid of heaven or earth, but they were afraid of caliber.

"Search inside carefully, even the toilet must be opened." Sweet's face was gloomy.

In one night, 15 blocks in Tijuana were swept.

Of course, not everything went smoothly, and there was a gunfight. The local gangs were very uncooperative.

Then suppress it!

(Mexico's National Emergency Team) EDN directly dispatched armored vehicles to "physically" persuade the gang members who resisted stubbornly.

All stowaways and refugees were required to log in their identities.

The one who is now in charge of Tijuana is "Caliber God Victor", not "God loves the world".

The next day, as soon as Victor arrived at the office, Casare walked in with a document in his hand.

"Boss, this is the result of the operation last night."

Victor took a sip of water, took it and flipped through two pages, listening to Casare saying, "A total of 32 tons of drugs were seized, of which the 12th block had a maximum of 11 tons, 172 criminals were killed, and 1,312 women were rescued. They were found at a dock in the 10th block and had been stuffed into containers to be shipped to Europe."

"In addition to these, we also destroyed a medical facility for illegal organ trafficking in the 7th district and found 17 kidneys, 21 livers, and 2 hearts to be sent to the United States."

"There is also a smuggling network that organizes smuggling, and will take a boat from the beach to San Diego across the street, but in a van in the 13th district, we found 78 people, but 31 of them had died of lack of oxygen."

These cold numbers are all lives.

Victor's face darkened when he heard this.

"Asshole!"

He smashed the document on the table, "Such a large number shows that these industrial chains are already deeply rooted here. Keep investigating. I don't believe that they don't have a protective umbrella behind them. Also, announce that human smuggling, organ trafficking, and gun sales are equal to drug trafficking. Shoot them if caught!"

Mexico is a place where you are not suitable for "gentle" means. Even God would say "Fuck!"

This geographical location is too good. The 3,169-kilometer US-Mexico border is full of crime, and one foot is in hell.

It is said that some people smoked Niu Niu just to run to the other side.

"We can't stop teaching the local community a lesson. We must continue to crack down on them. We need to renovate three more prisons in Lower California and have them produce some sunshades or other tools for tourists."

"We can pull some well-behaved criminals from the highland prisons to serve as management. We need to bring the "highland prison style" to all of Mexico."

"Boss, I think maybe we should electrocute them, so that they won't reduce their work efficiency because of hornyness."

Victor was stunned when he heard this, and nodded, "It's useless to keep them."

It's over. If you commit a crime in Mexico, your functions will fail.

"Director!!"

Suddenly, at this time, the secretary rushed in anxiously, his face flushed, "Something happened!"

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"Sonora, Chihuahua, Sinaloa, Durango, and Coahuila formed the "Five States Alliance" and announced that they were dissatisfied with Cuauhcmote's appointment of Victor. They would suspend tax payments and impose a blockade on Lower California! Not a single piece of corn will be allowed to enter Lower California!"

"And call for unnecessary wars, stop killing, stop persecution!"

"Until the government announces the punishment of Victor, he is a war madman and a tyrant!"

The so-called "Five States Alliance" spokesperson on TV criticized Victor's "killing" policy with righteous words.

And said that there may be drug dealers in Mexico, but they are just civilians forced by life, not evil demons.

Victor is the devil!

"Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant!" On TV, the parade was grand, holding banners, and a bearded man shouted at the camera, "Victor is a tyrant, he is killing Mexico."

In the meeting room, everyone was very quiet, and glanced at Victor in the main seat.

"How long can the food in Lower California last?"

"If we control the market fluctuations, it can only last for 3 days." A city hall staff member said.

Victor nodded. He wanted to develop for a while, but these people would not allow it and jumped out directly.

"We have no food, but we have guns. If they dare to sympathize with drug dealers, they must be hiding drugs!"

"Take our police officers to check it out!!"

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