Chapter 23 Celebrities

Undecided RPG!

As soon as the shot passed, I even felt the entire game hall shake. A hole was blown out of the wall, turning it into a dangerous building.

Partners in violent demolition.

"Come in!"

Ryan put the transmitter down gently. It was for sale. If it got bumped or scratched on the paint, the price would drop.

I like employees like this who take good care of company property.

Juan held the submachine gun and shouted excitedly. Hit it.

A member of the Mexican beheading gang with blood and dust on his head had red eyes and was squeezing Juan's neck with both hands.

Suddenly he was still a little confused, but he came back to his senses. After all, he often fought in the street and used dirty tricks. Juan pushed his right knee upward hard.

Hit the vital part directly.

Feeling that the stranglehold on his neck was less strong, Juan turned around and grabbed the opponent's head and punched him in the eye, causing the opponent to scream in pain.

The gunman who followed him came up and pushed him to the ground, his whole face coming into close contact with the ground.

Holder limped over, squatted down and grabbed his hair. Seeing that the man looked familiar, he took out the photo and checked it. Marcello Martinez? "

The third person in the Mexican beheading gang, nicknamed: "Hugo".

He is fierce and sophisticated.

But this kind of comment is made by almost every Mexican drug dealer. Those who are not cruel are buried in the ground and used as fertilizer.

"Where is Andrea?" Ryan asked in a deep voice.

Marcello is obviously a tough guy, because his hair was pulled, his whole face was deformed, and his eyes were swollen like steamed buns. When he heard his question, he made a loud sound in his throat, "I know who you are. "

"Want to save him? I've already buried him alive!"

Ryan was wearing a hood and his expression could not be seen, but his eyes were very sinister. Without saying anything, he punched Marcello's front teeth directly. The front teeth were broken with such force.

Marcello covered his mouth in pain.

"Knock out his teeth, what I hate most is tough guys!" Ryan said to Juan, who nodded, picked up the butt of the gun and smashed it directly into the mouth.

A row of teeth immediately became loose.

The severe pain made Marcello twitch. Juan asked someone to hold him down and raise the butt of the gun. Fear finally appeared in the other person's eyes.

How can there be so many tough guys in the world?

If so, use their bones as screws.

But Marcello wanted to carry it again, but when it came down for the second time, he couldn't bear it anymore and confessed directly.

"Andrea is inside in the toilet..."

Ryan nodded towards Juan, who ran into the toilet with two gunmen. After a while, he was covered in wounds, and the beatings made him look a little bit out of shape.

"kill him!"

A gunman took out a dagger and held down Marcello's head with a grin. The latter knew he was going to die and struggled violently, but he couldn't escape at all. A dagger stabbed through his neck, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly. Go down.

He fell to the ground and twitched violently.

Ryan led his people to scan the game hall several times and found other leaders of the Mexican beheading gang. They were almost unlucky, and the RPG exploded into pieces.

Do you think everyone is Schwarzenegger? Can the RPG come and run in time?

Even if you are Iron Man, you still have to punch a hole in your body.

The neighborhood of Isla Parolada is quiet now.

Everyone ran away.

As Ryan led the men out, he heard a whistle and ran to Holder.

Holder turned his head and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Are you done?"

"They're all dead, I've confirmed it," Ryan said.

"Cut off their heads and throw them in the middle of the road. From now on, the new generation of Mexico will have the final say on this street!"

Even Holder felt a little excited. The acquisition of the Isla Parolada neighborhood marked the organization's entry into the "sustainable development" stage of development, and he would be the emperor here from now on.

If the police want to search, Mexico's new generation has the right to maintain local security.

"Expand the number of gunmen to 30. The idea we discussed before can be implemented. Find a warehouse to turn into a technical school, recruit 19-year-old students from outside, and will not pay wages until they graduate. Food, food and housing will be taken care of."

This guy is indeed a dog capitalist, but he is also a conscientious person. He did not invent something called "regular training". Think about it, if you plan to join a gang in the future, you must first pay to come to me for two days of study and three years of internship. No wages…

See if your little brother will kill you.

"How long will it take to study?"

"Three weeks, that's enough time for them to learn to shoot and launch RPGs."

How long does it take to train cannon fodder?

As for technical schools, can I still go to "unimportant" subjects like mathematics and English?

"There's one more thing, it's very important."

Holder turned his head and looked at them. Ryan quickly put his ear to it and said, "Just say we have a batch of Soviet weapons in our hands."

He plans to become a second-rate dealer!

"I remember." Ryan nodded understandingly.

"I remember that the Mexican beheading gang still has many relatives here? I'll leave this to you. Victor doesn't like people to delay things until the next day."

"I'll shut them up forever." Ryan said fiercely.

...

The sun rises as usual.

Victor, who was eating in the restaurant, was holding a newspaper. This was his hobby.

He found an article in the "Chimahuacan Times" about the situation in the Isla Palolada neighborhood. There was also a picture attached to it. It was very blurry, but you could vaguely see a figure holding an Uzi submachine gun, and the posture of a gangster emerged spontaneously.

It seems that this is the buyer that Best found?

Gangs are gangs, not elegant at all.

There was also a tabloid reporter on that street at the time.

But the photo was not good enough, and the angle was not right.

"Victor."

Casare trotted over. He hadn't exercised for a long time, and he could even smell a little sweat on his body.

His face was very excited and excited now, and he lowered his voice, "Business is here. Someone contacted Best this morning to ask us to buy goods. The quantity they want is relatively large. They want 100 AK47s and 100,000 bullets, and even specifically asked for 10 RPGs and 20 shells."

Victor couldn't help but raise his head when he heard this, "Who wants so many guns? Are they planning to organize a rebel army?"

These weapons can fight a small war.

Even if Afghanistan fights against the Soviet Union, many small guerrillas don't have so many weapons. Victor's first reaction is that it is impossible.

But when he turned his head and thought, this is the magical world of Latin America, what is impossible?

To sum up this place in one sentence is: there are mines everywhere, and wealth depends on guns.

Munitions are inherently sensitive. The sound of the RPG yesterday was two kilometers away, and you can't guarantee that someone in the neighborhood is the spy of these big drug lords.

Maybe the drug lords didn't sleep all night last night just to find out what happened.

"Which organization?"

Casare looked around mysteriously, "Sinaloa."

"Puff, cough cough cough..."

Victor choked and his face turned red, "Palma?"

Casare nodded excitedly, "It is said that they are fighting with Tijuana. The other side burned down two of his plantations. Palma is very angry and wants to retaliate. Now the two sides are fighting to the death."

Oh?

Fighting for territory?

Arms dealers like to take advantage of the fire.

Sinaloa is a big company with annual revenue that is more powerful than the Fortune 500. Otherwise, why do you think that after Palma died, Guzman was able to be directly listed on the rich list after taking over.

"They are coming and asked us to meet in the Isla Palolada district."

So urgent?

It seems that the situation is not right.

Victor is very cunning, "Don't worry, let's eat first, Cabanis will help Casare get some food."

A prison guard sitting not far away responded.

Casare saw that Victor was so calm, although his heart was like ants crawling, he still calmed down.

Boss Gao certainly wanted to raise the price.

If you don’t raise the price now, when will you go?

You waited for the cremation, you sold the coffin, you waited for the people to leave, and you started pouring wine.

As for whether it would offend the other party?

Fuck you!

Is your father called Jesus?

If Jesus comes, you have to pay!

“Do you know who is coming?”

“Joaquin Guzman Loera!”

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