Chapter 41 Sorry!
10 am.
Fifty emergency response team members boarded personnel carriers, while Victor and Harrison boarded a BTR-40 armored personnel carrier with green paint on it: Prisión de la meseta de México (Mexican Plateau Prison).
With this thing, why are you afraid of bullets?
It cost Victor more than 50,000 points to redeem it. Although it was equipped in 1950, it was born in 1944, so it happened to be stuck at the critical point of World War II, so I had reservations about the price.
And for firepower, a 14.5mm machine gun is welded on it.
Yuri and Coster fucked all night.
As for whether the superiors will ask about the origin, just refer it to the previous warden. Anyway, who will care?
The prison door slowly opened and the motorcade drove out of the prison.
The prison guard standing guard at the door saluted.
Victor saw a lot of people watching outside, looking irritated, and frowned, "Drive these people away. The Plateau Prison is not a chicken coop. What's wrong with staying at the door?"
"I don't know about other places. Even if they go to the Presidential Palace to poop, it's none of my business, but on my territory, you have to follow the rules."
Harrison, the co-pilot, also looked outside. Since it was the boss who had spoken, he should do it. He finally understood. If he followed Victor, at least he would not be hungry.
Moreover, he really stood up for his subordinates.
Harrison complied.
The town of Miski is located southeast of the capital Mexico City. It is nicknamed: "Ghost Village" and is often visited by gringos.
According to the Aztec calendar, November 1st of each year is the Day of the Dead, which lasts for about three days. According to Mexican folk customs, the 1st is the "Day of the Young Souls" and the 2nd is the "Day of the Coming Souls".
Used to remember the deceased.
For example, Pixar Animation Studio later released an animated film: "Coco" which was about this festival.
The town of Miski is named after Misko, the Indian goddess in charge of life and death. It has a history of more than 900 years.
In 1403, the town became a sacrificial center for local Indians.
As soon as I entered the town, I saw residents and tourists dressed as "undead" everywhere. I didn't even know how many people there were at first glance.
When Victor saw this scene, he felt stressed.
Harrison has arranged a plan. A group of ten will be divided into five groups to patrol around the armored vehicle. Any problems will be reported through the walkie-talkie.
Of course, in such a big town, not only their group, but also the local police station, just hope nothing happens.
The flow of people during the day was still controllable, and only a few tourists called the police to report that they had lost their wallets. Victor did not care about such rotten things, and asked him to go to the police station to report the crime.
But the likelihood of being found is equivalent to the Komodo dragon being found intact in India.
However, at night, that is, after 7 o'clock, the crowds of people suddenly become larger, and there are heads everywhere at a glance.
Victor was holding the bento and took a few bites. It tasted like pig food and was a bit rancid, so he spat it out.
"Bah, bah, bah, it stinks no matter what." Harrison spit out the chicken rolls in his mouth and frowned.
Someone must be taking kickbacks again, what else can I do?
"Officer, officer..."
Just as the prison guard was complaining, a tall man wearing black clothes and skull makeup ran over. He looked panicked and grabbed Harrison's arm, "My daughter and my wife are missing. ”
"Sir, please calm down and tell me slowly, when and where?" Harrison hurriedly comforted him.
The man spoke fluent English and was obviously a tourist. "We were marching with the crowd just now. Later, the two of them met a puppet and wanted to take a photo, so they asked me to take a photo of them. But as soon as I finished taking the photo, I felt something behind me. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, but no one was there, but when I turned around and came back, the two of them were gone.”
This man was obviously educated, and even though he was panicking, he finished speaking relatively calmly.
Harrison looked at Victor and said in Spanish, "It should be the puppet. He should have met the human trafficker."
Mexico is one of the most dangerous countries in the world, with more than tens of thousands of people going missing every year, mostly women.
Mexico is also an important producer of organ smuggling and live body trafficking.
Where do these people come from?
Isn't it just random?
Victor put his hands on his hips, "Where is the biggest gangster here?"
Harrison made a schedule, "In Rodrigo Maciado's arcade, there was a gang called: Futuro."
"Get in the car, let's go take a look."
As a police officer, isn't it your duty to ensure people's personal safety?
The armored vehicle opened the way in front, followed by 20 prison guards, and drove toward the game hall in a mighty manner.
"It's that puppet! It's him!"
When they arrived at the door of the arcade, the man who called the police in the car excitedly pointed at a puppet coming out of it.
The other party was carrying a bag and giving out candies to the children along the way.
"Harrison, take 10 people with me and bring the submachine guns. The remaining people will stay and wait for support."
Victor got off the car, and the puppet also saw him. The two just looked at each other. The latter suddenly came over and looked at him, then took out the candy from his pocket and handed it to him.
Victor smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "My teeth are not good recently, I have to quit sugar." Then he walked around him and led people into the game hall.
He was not interested in this kind of minions.
Standing at the door with his hands on his waist, Harrison led two prison guards into the ticket office. There was a scoundrel young man sitting inside, chewing gum, "What are you doing? Sir."
"Check!"
Victor glanced at everyone. There were not many people inside. There was a big party outside now. Who would come to play video games?
He saw a man sitting in front of the game console at a glance. He was wearing a shoulder-baring short-sleeved shirt. The main thing was the tattoo on it, a bat.
Victor led people over and stood behind. He was playing Street Fighter, which came out in 1987 and became popular all over the world.
"Can we chat?" Victor said standing behind.
But the man looked back, looked him up and down with disdain, then spit the gum in his mouth on his shoes and turned his head back.
Victor looked down at the gum and smiled politely.
He grabbed the man playing video games by the hair and smashed his head against the game console. The thick glass shattered and the man screamed.
The game console screen flickered a few times and then went out.
Victor was not satisfied, so he held his head and continued to smash.
"Hey, what are you doing! Are you making trouble?" The younger brother sitting at the ticket office shouted, and Harrison slapped him in the face, "Shut up, who told you to talk?"
The younger brother got angry and raised his hand to hit him. The prison guard next to him raised the butt of the gun and smashed him, and he immediately obeyed.
Victor smashed more than ten times, and his hand was sore before he let go. The other party twitched all over and his face was covered with blood.
The younger brother had a loud voice just now, and saw more than a dozen people running out of the game hall with sticks in their hands.
Standing in the middle of the group was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and glasses, who looked very gentle. When he saw the little brother who was beaten badly, he frowned and looked up at Victor.
"Sir, young people are ignorant. I apologize to you. Give me face and let him go."
"Give you face?" Victor looked at him, nodded, raised his feet, pointed at the chewing gum on it, "Lick it clean."
As soon as these words came out, the man's face turned black, and the little brother next to him became more courageous, waving a stick and rushing towards Victor.
Victor pulled the bolt of the submachine gun in his hand and pointed at them.
"Gentlemen, I'm here for a gunfight, a gunfight with a bunch of real men, are you also a gangster like this?"
"Come on!"
Victor pulled the trigger, and there were two clicks.
The two little brothers next to him were shot directly and lay on the ground holding their stomachs.
"Oh~"
"Sorry, it went off, you bastards!"
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