Chapter 37 Is a 37mm Caliber Considered a Cannon?

This sudden change scared the ladies.

They wanted to run outside in a panic, but Casare blocked the door and could only tremble and lean on the side.

It is not safe to be a prostitute in Mexico. You will be implicated in any revenge.

It is really not easy to make some money.

Victor took the broken glass and inserted it directly into Wilbert's thigh, "I ask again, who did it!!"

"Olivier, it's Olivier!" Wilbert screamed miserably, looking terrified.

Damn, who came up and started to do it directly?

Don't I want some money?

If you want to get it for free, just say it directly, how can I disagree?

"Which Olivier?" Best frowned and said.

"The Tezcatlipoca gang, he wants to avenge you for killing his only brother!"

Best nodded slowly towards Victor, "I think I know where they are."

"Then this person is useless, right?"

Wilbert was frightened to death by this sentence, raised his hands, and shouted in fear, "Don't kill me, I am useful, I can provide you with information."

"You are too expensive, sir."

Casare fired 7 shots at him, the last one in the head.

The most important thing is, if you offend Jesus, you can still pray, but if you offend Victor, do you still want to live?

Who doesn't know that he is the most petty...cross it out, the most hateful!

"Sir! Someone is coming!" The prison guard at the door opened the door and shouted anxiously.

"Withdraw first."

Victor took the Uzi submachine gun from Casare, and just as he walked out of the box, he saw four or five strong men rushing over. Looking at their tattoos, he knew they belonged to a certain gang.

The other party was obviously confused when they saw that they had guns. When Victor raised his gun, they were so scared that they broke the door and hid in the box next to them.

Victor and his group found the right opportunity to rush out. When they were at the door, a prison guard pulled out a tear gas bomb and threw it at the people who were still dancing.

I told you not to sleep at night!

The smoke instantly filled the entire bar, and screams, panic and crying came one after another.

The group got into the red Mazda parked at the door and drove away.

When the gangsters who were watching the scene burst into tears, they could only rage helplessly on the spot.

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"Who is Olivier?" Victor sat in the co-pilot, holding the handle above his head, and turned his head to ask Best behind him.

"His father was an avocado tycoon in Michoacan, but because of the warming climate, agricultural products grew slowly, and he felt that he could not make money, so he turned to the Gulf and did channel business for them. However, he was shot dead by the Drug Enforcement Administration when he was transporting goods. At that time, Olivier took over his father's job."

"But he was ambitious and left the Gulf to do it alone. However, he was defeated by the Michoacan Cartel not long after he started his business, and finally came to Mexico City."

Casare was very surprised, "How do you know so much?"

"Because he is very arrogant and does not follow the rules, and he will kill the whole family at any time."

"Is his firepower very strong?" Victor asked the question he wanted to know very much.

"He has nearly a hundred gunmen under his command, including but not limited to assault rifles, which is also a rare firepower in Mexico City."

It's clear with this.

It turns out that the neighbor stores grain and I store guns, and the next door is my granary. As long as the caliber is large, the voice will be loud.

"Do you have RPG?"

"I've never heard of it..."

"What about heavy machine guns?"

Best shook his head and laughed, "Boss Victor, these things are not affordable for ordinary gangs."

"What bullshit is that? Are gang drug dealers good at fighting? What's the use of being able to fight? When you come out to do something, it's all about firepower. This kind of cancer should be eradicated!"

Victor lit a cigarette for himself, "Go get two pickup trucks and go to Warehouse No. 1. I'll show you what firepower is."

Casare was afraid that he would go too far, "Boss Victor, we prison guards don't have the power to enforce the law. If this matter gets out of hand, it will be difficult to end."

This is the bad thing about prison guards. They can't come in a big way.

"Do you know who is not wearing clothes? I have only one principle when doing things. Whoever wants to jump, I will press him to death. An avocado seller dares to shit on my head. Even if Jesus comes, he can't save him. I said!"

Seeing that he was so determined, Casare didn't persuade him.

Best called Duke and asked him to buy a second-hand pickup truck. When the group arrived at Warehouse No. 1, the "Bel Geddes" village outside the prison, Duke was already standing outside in the cold wind.

Victor knocked on the door, and the wooden door was opened from the inside. Two blond and blue-eyed foreigners opened the door, looking like Germans.

The main ethnic groups of Mexicans are Indo-European mixed races and Indians.

Casare and Best, who were standing behind them, looked at each other. When did the team have Germans?

This is actually after Victor's total points exceeded 10,000, the "dark gray" "character" column in the original gold finger panel was lit up.

You can get exclusive character customization from it.

There are gender, age, name, nationality, etc.

But according to the functions you add, the required points will increase.

For example: you only need an "ordinary infantryman", this cannon fodder-level combatant requires about 2,000 points, but if you add a "NATO firearms proficiency" on it, you will need to add 2,000 more points.

If there are enough points, everyone fucks Stallone?

But it is adjusted according to the position.

Currently, the police inspector and deputy warden can only get 20 people.

Isn't this trying to climb up! !

Now, the prison guards of the emergency team only need to spend a little money, and it seems that they are more cost-effective at present.

Does this golden finger make him a policeman or a warlord?

He used 3,000 points to "pinch" two technicians with "basic welding".

One is named: Yuri and the other is named Koster.

The most important thing is that they will not look particularly "dull". Even if you strip them naked, you can see that there are hairs where there should be hairs.

"Boss!" The two saw Victor, and their faces were even happy.

"Where are the things?"

Yuri pointed to the house, "It has been arranged."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see what real firepower is!" Victor said to the two people behind him and walked in first.

Best and Casare looked at each other, always feeling that the boss's smile was a bit malicious. When they walked into the door, they stared at each other instantly.

They saw a...cannon next to the boss! !

"M3 artillery, American, how about it? Weld it to a pickup truck and kill that bastard with one shot. Is their firepower as big as my caliber?"

The two people listened with their eyes wide open.

You are playing tricks!

At most, they have some guns, and you just use a cannon?

Isn't it too bullying?

Moreover, this kind of "combat pickup truck" also refreshes their cognition. Can weapons be used like this?

It was in 1987 that the armed pickup truck really became famous all over the world.

That year, an armed conflict broke out between Libya and Chad. At that time, the Libyan army was well-equipped. The Chadian army only had 400 civilian Toyota pickup trucks, but this time, the Chadian army installed anti-tank missiles on the pickup trucks, using the maneuverability and flexibility to deal with the Libyan tank troops in the vast desert, guerrilla interspersed, and finally defeated the arrogant Libyan troops.

In fact, Mexican drug lords also began to implement "combat pickups" in the early 1990s. During the armed conflicts between Sinaloa and Tijuana, heavy machine guns were installed on pickup trucks and fired at the crowd.

This thing is cheap, strong and durable. It is a must-have for home travel and gunfights.

"Weld it on."

Victor gave an order, and Yuri and Coaster started to work. Duke's eyes were shining. After seeing Victor enter the house, he said to Best, "Boss, the boss has a wide network of contacts. The artillery has been transported in."

"This is not a good thing." Best sighed.

"What do you mean? Is there any problem?"

"If artillery is really used, what do you think will happen to those large drug cartels? They must also update their equipment. Several places where drug trafficking activities are rampant will definitely be more cruel at that time."

Duke clearly understands the nature of drug lords. If they know that there is such a "game", they will definitely join in, which can escalate the fight between drug lords into a "war"!

There is also an "arms race" among drug lords.

Los Zetas spent 60 million US dollars to buy arms in 2009, and they bid all over the world.

Aren't you a moron?

Who dares to sell to you?

Can't you send a fax privately?

No! Can't you write a letter?

Papua New Guinea, with a population of more than 8 million, spent only 84 million US dollars on military expenditure in 2017!

You, a drug cartel, are more vicious than a country.

Only the Fortune 500 cannot have "illegal organizations", otherwise, Mexico would definitely have the most "enterprises" on the list.

"But does this have anything to do with us?" Duke hesitated, "Boss, it's better for others to die in Mexico than for us to die."

You're about to be killed, what are you still learning from a saintly bitch?

"I'm just sighing, idiot!" Best said angrily.

"Come over and give me a hand." Casare shouted from the pickup truck.

"I'm coming." Duke ran over.

The group worked until the early morning. Anyway, they just had to fix it and weld it to avoid being knocked over by a cannon.

When Victor was called out, he felt the pressure coming at him when he looked at the "combat pickup truck". A 37mm caliber couldn't be a "gun", right?

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

If I have a factory in the future, can I export these to Africa?

If I sell them at a lower price, there should be a good market.

I can't sell them to Mexican drug dealers. If they blow me up, it would be a loss.

But he suddenly thought of a problem.

"Who among you can fire a cannon?"

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PS: I said in the first chapter that it is impossible to just summon munitions. There are other things, and the settings are slowly being filled.

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