Chapter 42 Tal Vez, Me Equivoqu!

Chapter 42 Tal vez, me equivoqué!

"I have to tell you, officer, you'd better stop here..." The gentle middle-aged man frowned as he looked at the fallen brother.

Da da da! ! ! !

Bullets responded to him. Victor emptied the magazine. The six or seven brothers standing next to him were all shot, and one of them was even shot into a sieve.

When the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the middle-aged man, there was a click and the empty chamber was hung.

The middle-aged man's eyes trembled.

"Sorry, there are no bullets..." Victor smiled and shrugged, then swung the Uzi submachine gun and smashed it directly on the other person's face with the butt.

The pair of expensive glasses fell to the ground, and half of his face was beaten bloody.

Victor crushed the glasses, then stepped on the other person's face and looked at him. The latter also looked back fiercely, and roared in dissatisfaction in his throat.

"Tell me where the person is."

But the other party was obviously not very cooperative. He struggled hard and even spit feces from his mouth. It was nothing more than threatening words.

Victor looked around and walked to the counter next to him. He saw a bottle of whiskey. He pulled the cork and a strong smell of alcohol hit him.

In the middle-aged man's horrified eyes, he poured the wine directly on him.

"What are you going to do? Damn it, what are you doing!"

Victor took out a lighter and threw it at him.

This fire...

burned instantly.

"Ahhh!!!"

The middle-aged man screamed instantly and waved his arms. It was so miserable that even Harrison's face twitched a little.

Victor squinted his eyes. The other party fell to the ground, his hands were stiffly stretched out, and his whole body was burned so hard that he couldn't see his appearance.

"Gentlemen, I don't have a good temper. Who of you can tell me where the woman you caught went!" He looked at the younger brothers who were covering their wounds on the ground and were not dead yet, and spread his hands.

This brutal scene scared them.

Even the Mexican gangs who call themselves "barbaric" and "beasts" can't help but be afraid.

No, it should be said that they are only afraid of becoming victims themselves.

"Is there?"

A bloody hand was raised tremblingly. Victor looked at him. A young man with a slightly immature face but frightened eyes nodded and smiled, "OK, thank you very much."

He loaded the magazine and fired at the other gang members who fell to the ground.

Garbage, it's useless to stay.

Seeing his companions being killed, the young man's legs were weak.

"Where?" Victor turned his head and looked at him.

The young man raised his hand and pointed to the inner room. Harrison led his men and rushed in. After a while, his face was full of joy.

"Warden, a total of 6 women and 3 children were found. They were all lost today. Their faces were painted with the costumes of the Day of the Dead."

Victor nodded, and suddenly turned to ask the young man, "Are you running fast?"

What kind of question is this?

The young man's brain was down, but he still nodded.

"That's good, remember to catch up with them." Victor raised his gun and shot him in the face.

No need to bother the Mexican court.

It's tiring to release people.

Just help him to be reborn.

...

"Lina."

When Victor and others brought the abducted woman out, the man who had been waiting anxiously by the armored vehicle shouted with joy, ran over to hug his wife and daughter, and kissed them hard on the forehead. This feeling of joy of regaining what was lost made the man unable to hold back tears of excitement.

He put his wife and daughter down, ran to Victor, tremblingly held his hand, and kept thanking him.

And the little girl named Lina also ran over, looked up at Victor, handed a candy from her hand, and motioned him to take it.

"I'm a policeman, this is what I should do." Victor squatted down and touched her head, "You should be with your dad in the future, do you hear me?"

Lina's eyes seemed to speak, nodded, kissed him on the face, and pointed to his badge.

Victor smiled and handed her the badge, patted her head, and comforted them a few words before the family left. Lina looked back every few steps when she left.

At this time, the local police in Miski Town also arrived late. Their equipment looked very poor. The leader was wearing a Policía Primero (police sergeant) and had a Smith & Wesson M 1917 revolver on his waist.

These are all products of 1917, and they were discontinued in 1945.

With this equipment, do you still want to fight with drug dealers?

You feel uncomfortable even if you use it to scratch your itch.

However, the sergeant was quite strong. His chest muscles made his police uniform bulge, and women were envious of him.

The sergeant looked at Victor and his group who were well-equipped, and his eyes showed envy. He knew that his colleagues from the prison came to help, but he didn't take it seriously. Who knew that the equipment was so good?

You even pulled out an armored vehicle!

They were all born from the same mother, so why are they treated differently?

He took a deep breath, ran to Victor, saluted, "Hello, sir, I am Alfredo Rodriguez, the chief of the Miski Town Police Department."

Victor looked him up and down, nodded slightly, and pointed to the game room, "Find someone to clean it up."

The other party must know that there is a lot of filth in this game room, but Victor is too lazy to care, he is not the Minister of Security of Mexico now.

Alfredo's face changed when he heard this, and he rushed into the game hall with his men. There was a smell in the air, stimulating his cerebral cortex.

"Oh~"

The colleague behind him couldn't help but lie down beside him and vomit. Alfredo's throat rolled, and he swallowed it back.

"Director, this...what can we do? They are working for the Pedro Group." A corporal next to him whispered.

Alfredo frowned, and it was a bit tricky.

There are many groups in Mexico, with a variety of names, but most of them have evolved from several well-known organizations. This is the product of "fragmentation".

The Pedro Group used to belong to the Guadalajara Group and was part of the "Plaza" system. Later, after the organization was disbanded, the Pedro family went it alone again, but they couldn't beat the traditional organizations in the drug trafficking industry.

They can only think of ways elsewhere.

For example, organ smuggling, human trafficking, etc., as long as they can make money, they will do it.

And they are blatant and cruel.

They do things without mercy.

"Chief, I quit. I resign."

While Alfredo was still thinking, the police officer with weak psychological endurance took off his clothes behind him.

He didn't want to die!

The Pedro Group would kill everyone, and the local police station would be implicated for failing to "supervise" the game hall.

No one wanted to die!

Alfredo also planned to go back to the countryside to hide.

…

The gunfight in the game hall obviously affected the activities of the town.

The number of people decreased a lot.

Those who were still outside at this time were either brave or had a brain defect.

The annual Day of the Dead...

The mess was everywhere.

There was no need to hold such a festival in a peaceful society. Not to mention that Mexican drug lords would respect customs, they played unexpectedly.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, the team was withdrawn early.

When the convoy rushed back to the prison, they saw lights on outside and the security at the door was obviously strengthened.

"What happened?" Victor said to Casare, forcing himself to be tired.

"An hour ago, a group of people threw three bodies at the door."

Victor raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit bad, and asked Casare to take him to see. In the temporary morgue of the prison, he saw three familiar people.

It was the family of three that he had just rescued.

"The man was stabbed 7 times, with fatal injuries in the chest and back. The woman was beheaded with one knife, and the girl..." The prison police were silent for a while.

Victor looked at Lina's little face, pale and colorless, and the little hand on her chest seemed to be pinching something, and gently opened her hand.

Pah~

A badge fell to the ground, with the Mexican national emblem facing up.

Victor picked up the badge, put it in his hand, raised his head, and exhaled from his mouth, "Tal vez, me equivoqué." (Maybe, I'm wrong.)

……