Chapter 45 I Am Very Happy to Inform You

Chapter 45 I am very happy to inform you...

The criminal group is huge, you can't deal with so many people.

What to do?

You have to deal with the troublemakers!

Kill Vasily Pedro!

Mexico's "drug war" later adopted this method. Sinaloa was half dead after Guzman was captured and extradited to the United States, and the leader of Los Zetas did not show any strong people after Z3 Lazcano was shot dead.

These will become many small organizations, and then use the same name.

Mexico's problem is not just a drug problem, but Victor currently has no ability to change anything.

What can be done is to kill others first and save yourself.

"Victor, these people can't hide at all, how will you explain it then?" Casare asked with more thoughts.

"I hired bodyguards."

"The security department won't believe it." Casare said.

"So what?"

Victor spread his hands and smiled, "They don't have the ability to make people feel safe, can't I hire them myself? Don't think about the consequences, Casare, Mexico doesn't need consequences, only the living can defend themselves."

At most, you can make a few employment contracts.

As for weapons...

As long as you don't point your guns at those corrupt bureaucrats, they won't care about you.

The rule of "strict gun control" does not apply to people who "own guns".

Mexico City is relatively "mild", like Tijuana, Juarez and other places, drug dealers carrying weapons can be seen everywhere, and they will fight directly without saying a word.

"Godfather" Gallardo said it right: "The beast is released!"

"This operation is under the charge of Kennedy Heisenberg, code name: Legend, operation target, kill all members of Pedro's family."

Victor looked at the combat team in front of him, this firepower can rush out against a Mexican battalion.

"Gentlemen, please let our enemies know that there is no chance of winning a war with us!"

"Yes, sir!" Kennedy Heisenberg was as old-fashioned as a German.

12 people got on the Hummer, and the remaining 6 people protected the safety of Victor and others.

Taking advantage of the night, they rushed towards the Agava district.

The gangs or drug lords in Mexico City knew to stay away from the Agava district when they were fighting.

The powerful naturally have the right to be exempt from the war.

So, at midnight.

The patrolling police also began to be lazy.

There was only one police officer sitting and dozing off in the sentry box.

In the dark night, two figures sneaked into the sentry post, and soon, a flashlight shone from inside and flashed twice.

Three Hummers rushed in.

Then the last one went into the dark alley next to it, as a powerful reserve team after the fierce exchange of fire.

Kennedy Heisenberg led the remaining two teams to quickly find the mansion of the Pedro family according to the pre-set route.

He lowered his head and pressed his watch, signaling the team members to take out the AT4 anti-tank rocket launcher.

Although the name is anti-tank...

But can't it blow up the building?

…

Victor calmly ate his midnight snack.

A chicken roll and mashed potatoes.

Never order caviar in Mexico, because they will serve you mosquito eggs.

Best and Casare had no appetite.

When they thought of the 18 armed men, they felt terrified. Could Victor be a rebel?

Look at their courage.

But it is true that the current drug dealers are still more "particular". Even Guzman, who is famous for his viciousness, has the tact and rules of the old-school drug lords. They just make money, and fighting is just a hobby.

If you don't touch my cake, I won't do it to you.

But after the millennium, the new drug cartels were unreasonable. Drug trafficking was their main business, fighting was a necessity, and they committed murder and arson, and their equipment became more and more sophisticated.

Can you imagine that the "New Generation of Jalisco" has radar vehicles, missile launchers, command vehicles and uniforms of fixed colors?

Isn't this a warlord?

Later, even the old-school organizations became militarized.

The weapons and equipment of those people are enough to make Americans drool.

For example, after Guzman was extradited to the United States, his son Ovidio came to power, but this guy was incompetent and did not have the skills of his father. He was arrested by the police twice.

In order to save this boss, the Sinaloa Group launched an attack on the military and police. The drug traffickers ambushed a battalion of the military and police, killing Colonel Commander Juan José Moreno Osua and four subordinates.

They also shot down two attack helicopters of the Mexican government and injured a fighter jet of the Mexican Air Force, with explosive combat power.

Compared with them, what's wrong with Victor using a tactical team now?

Panic.

Worse is yet to come.

When the drug dealers make an atomic bomb, they will be desperate.

Just as Victor swallowed the last bite of chicken roll, the mobile phone on the ammunition box rang, and Casare ran over to take it and handed it to him.

Victor wiped the corner of his mouth and picked up the phone. Before he could speak, he heard Alejandro's anxious voice, "Where are you?"

"Give it to me!" A voice with suppressed anger came from the other end, and it obviously took Alejandro's phone away, "Victor! I give you one hour to get to the prison administration office!"

He didn't recognize this voice?

"Who are you?"

The other party was stunned, and just as he was about to answer, he heard Victor continue, "I don't want to know who you are, but I tell you, I don't like your tone, I'll fuck you!"

"You idiot, let Alejandro answer the phone, if you say another word, I promise, I will blow your head off."

The sound of swallowing saliva came from the microphone. After being threatened by Victor, he wanted to speak, but when he thought that this guy was an unscrupulous bastard, he was too scared to say anything.

He could only silently hand the mobile phone back to Alejandro who was watching the show next to him.

"Listen, man, where are you now?" The latter asked after taking it, "The Pedro family wants your life."

"Of course I know, sir, but I am a timid person. If someone wants my life, I will be very scared, and then... I can't help but take the initiative."

Alejandro felt something was wrong, "Where are you?"

"Do you like watching fireworks? Sir, I remember your window is close to the Agava district, right? I invite you to watch the fireworks? Please go to the window."

The soundproofing effect of the mobile phone was very poor. There were not only two of them in the room, but four or five people heard it and all ran to the window together.

But it was pitch black outside.

There were only occasional gunshots, which is very common in Mexico.

Alejandro frowned, thinking he was fooled, "Where..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a violent explosion, accompanied by flames rising into the sky!

The scorching light dyed a corner of Mexico City white.

Alejandro and others stared at this scene in amazement.

Victor blew up the Agava district? !

"Sir!"

Victor's chuckle came from the mobile phone.

"People like me are destined to not like being threatened, especially by criminals."

"I am happy to inform you now."

"The Pedro family is gone."

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