Chapter 32 Cousin, You Betrayed Me! !

October 29, 1989.

Sunny.

It's not suitable to go out.

Dragan has been living a comfortable life recently. He brought weapons to the gang and led people to attack the "gold-making cave" of the rival gang. He was also on TV. Although he was wanted and rewarded, this made Dragan, who was determined to become famous, very proud.

Unfortunately...

The surveillance cameras all wore hoods.

He originally planned to take his younger brother to get a massage, but Casare called him and told him to maintain his gun.

He also emphasized: "Free!"

These two words don't match Mexico at all. Dragan subconsciously said, "Don't lie to me?"

"How could it be, we are cousins, even if I lie to others, can I lie to you? A batch of new gun oil came from the Soviet Union, which is said to improve the heat resistance of the gun barrel. You are a big buyer, so I will give it to you for free in advance."

Dragan also felt that his cousin would not lie to him, so he reported to the boss and went to the appointment with his gun and two younger brothers.

Market.

There are not many people during the day.

In a stone house, Victor scanned the surroundings through the glass. He recently developed a skill. He squinted his eyes and didn't blink. It was like a scan. He could actually scan the name of a person directly. Even if he was hiding in the room, it would be displayed.

And if the crime value exceeded 10,000, the name would be marked very roughly.

It seemed that he was not fully familiar with this golden finger.

It was far from as simple as he understood.

"This market is really full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons!" Victor saw at least 10 bold names, and the first thought in his mind was, should we knock them all out?

"What did you say?"

Alejandro, who was standing behind him, heard him mumbling and asked hurriedly.

"It's okay, just relax, wait until we solve it, you can go out and pose." Victor said casually.

This Hongmen Banquet, we must kill Pei Gong today!

"Here we go." A police officer who was observing shouted softly. Victor looked out through his head and saw a gray Volvo driving into the market and stopped on the road. Three people got out of the car, wearing sunglasses and with tattoos on their rolled-up sleeves.

He walked to a parasol and sat down in front of Casare.

"Boss, give me a bottle of tequila."

Dragan bared his teeth, and his gold teeth were still shining. "Cousin, how is your business recently?"

"It's just a meal, just enough food and clothing, and you can't make much money. Isn't it hard to be a policeman?"

This made Dragan laugh. "Cousin, I've said it before, why be a policeman? Only rubbish will be a policeman. The money you make in a day is not enough to go to the hospital. If it's your turn, you should just quit. How about letting me help you with your arms business? Just give me some when the time comes."

You're dreaming.

With Victor's temper, if you compete with him for the arms business, even your chance to reincarnate will be blown up!

Casare smiled and raised his tone, "By the way, how old is your aunt this year?"

"It seems to be 36 years old, what's wrong." Dragan asked in confusion.

"It's okay, I can still give birth."

"???"

Just when Dragan was wondering what this meant, he suddenly saw a figure jumping out from the back of the Volvo car, with gauze tied on his face and a gun in his hand, "Put your hands up! Police! Dragan, you are arrested!"

It was Sanborn.

This guy is really desperate. When he was recuperating in the hospital, someone sent him a letter. After reading it, he asked to be discharged directly.

It said: "Dragan, the main culprit of the Tepito Street shooting case, is in the market outside the Plateau Prison." There was also a photo of him in it.

He had an orgasm in his brain at once, and thought it was the information provided by his informant. He originally planned to call his colleagues, but they ignored him. Either this stomachache or that butt itchy.

Sanborn could only come "alone".

Sure enough, he saw Dragan, and his heart was excited.

"Casare! You betrayed me?!" Dragan suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization. He looked at his cousin and excitedly pulled out his gun to shoot him. Then he heard two bangs and Sanborn shot directly. Dragan fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Taking advantage of this gap, Casare held his head and rolled flexibly to the side of the car.

Sanborn and the other two brothers were in a daze. Several people rushed out of the stone house and fired at the people who were still standing with submachine guns!

There were nearly 200 bullets in total, and the parasol was broken, and even the Volvo was full of bullet holes.

"Police! Don't move!"

Victor pushed Alejandro, who reacted, flushed, and rushed out excitedly, shouting loudly.

But after these few shuttles, who else was alive except Casare hiding on the side of the car?

In Victor's eyes in the stone house, the bold names were moving, and now after hearing the gunshots, they fled in panic.

These people are so damn smart.

One person felt something was wrong and ran away.

He also wanted to make some money from the back and earn some points, but now this dream is gone.

Victor walked out after the gunfight was over.

Bullets don't have eyes. If he gets hit by a stray bullet when he goes out, it will be the end of him.

Alejandro was leading people to search for the vehicle and found a neatly arranged AK47 in the trunk, which made him excited. Casare originally wanted to find a reporter, but damn, that bastard ran away when he heard the gunshot.

Tabloid reporters don't know the spirit of dedication at all, how can they find big news?

But this is just a small episode. He called 6 TV stations and newspapers directly, and they would arrive in time.

Casare looked at Dragan's body on the ground, his eyes wide open, and he never thought that his cousin would betray him.

Casare sighed, squatted down and smoothed his eyes, his expression sad.

This is his closest cousin.

"Dragan, don't worry, I will find more men for my aunt, and let you have more brothers."

Fortunately, there was no ghost, otherwise I would have jumped up and fought him to death after hearing this.

Sanborn was also shot. He was shot when Dragan and his gang counterattacked.

Spitting blood, he didn't die all of a sudden, his eyes were blurred, he seemed to see himself as a child, taking the candy handed over by the teacher.

The other touched his head, "Your choice will be dangerous, Sanborn, you may die."

"Teacher, there should be sweet times, just like this candy, I will definitely protect Mexico! It belongs to the light!"

Sanborn murmured, "Light... light."

Then his head tilted and he died.

Victor stood beside him. He had heard of Sanborn and understood how much contempt he had suffered as the son of a drug lord who wanted to become a righteous policeman.

The ridicule of relatives when he was a child.

The ridicule of colleagues when he grew up.

But he was sticking to his heart.

A respectable "Mexican!"

"Amen, Buddha is with you."

It was the first time that Victor prayed for someone so sincerely.

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