Chapter 51 Taking the Blame! (Please Read On!)
Chapter 51 Take the blame!
The launchers on both sides of the TPz-1 armored vehicle sprayed smoke bombs.
Taking advantage of this time, all team members got off the vehicle and automatically separated according to the combat teams to search.
The well-trained DEM was unfamiliar to everyone.
Including the military and police.
Many people stuck their heads out and saw the big guy weighing nearly 10 tons. They were a little confused. The most important thing was that it was written on the back of the armored vehicle: APM (Administración Penitenciaria de México), the abbreviation of the Mexican Prison Administration.
Damn!
The gang watching the prisoners has an armored vehicle?
"Your police department also has armored vehicles?" A Mexican Army officer with the rank of lieutenant looked at the police inspector next to him and widened his eyes.
The police inspector was also confused.
We are still using revolvers, and you are driving an armored vehicle?
Are the heads of the security department so selfish?
The TPz-1 armored vehicle has a shovel installed in front, which can push away all the cars blocking the road. On the roof, there is a loud speaker that plays in Spanish: "Put down your weapons and surrender!"
This armored vehicle is a complete dimensionality reduction attack for the current drug dealers. Unless you have heavy weapons, it is basically impossible for you to break its armor.
The whole street was basically conquered in a crushing manner. The drug dealers who saw that things were not going well quickly raised their hands to surrender, and lay on the ground very skillfully. They were dragged to the street by the hair by the EDM people.
There were about a dozen drug dealers left. Their headscarves were roughly torn off, revealing the very obscene and confused faces inside.
They were in fear!
They were also waiting for judgment like lambs.
There was also an MG3 7.62mm machine gun on the armored vehicle. The machine gunner looked inside the car, nodded, pointed the gun at the drug dealer, and fired directly.
Kill on the spot!
A drug dealer stood up and wanted to run. He was shot in the knee and lay on the ground wailing. He had to move forward. The ground was covered with blood.
The beast is also trying to survive.
The machine gunner took extra care of him, and his butt was broken.
Since there is no cost for committing crimes, more and more people will be unscrupulous.
What Victor has to do is to make these people understand.
You must admit your mistakes and stand at attention when you are beaten!
Do you think this is a civilized world, and you can just say sorry?
The Mexican loser has only one way to go!
"Forward! To the next block!"
Victor commanded the EDM to sweep to the next battle point. The tires ran over the bodies of drug dealers, and the thing exploded like a plastic bottle.
Looking at the bodies on the ground, the military and police looked at each other.
Fierce... too fierce.
"Are Mexican prison guards so good at fighting?" The lieutenant of the army forced out this sentence.
"Prison Administration?"
"I know who he is, boss!"
A police sergeant standing behind the police inspector suddenly shouted, the sound was a bit loud, and the former's eardrums were hurt by the stimulation.
"Who is it?"
"Victor! He is Victor, nicknamed "Tyrant" Victor Carlos Vieri!" the police sergeant hurriedly said.
This name is so familiar.
Everyone knows that there is a fierce man in the plateau prison, who dares to confront drug lords and superiors, and even dares to hang drug lords who offend him!
"It is said that he did what happened to Pedro's family two days ago. It's terrible. The whole family is dead."
There are no secrets in Mexico.
Even if the Minister of Security farts, the whole city will know it tomorrow.
"Where did he get the money to buy armored vehicles?" The lieutenant of the army couldn't help asking.
This question confused the police. The police inspector held back his fart for a long time before he stammered, "Maybe, he robbed the drug dealers."
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The TPz-1 armored vehicle is responsible for firepower wherever it goes.
Under his cover, the military and police launched a counterattack against the drug dealers.
In the face of absolute firepower, drug dealers? You have to shoot two bullets at you even if you are a dog.
The drug dealers' riot, known as the "November 8 Incident," did not gradually calm down until after 7 p.m., when the main peripheral military began to support the city.
The drug dealers were few in number, so they had to run first.
Although the Mexican military and police are the most corrupt departments, if the boss wants you to come to support, can you not come?
After all, Mexico is still a country!
It has not really become a warlord melee.
The riot affected nearly 7 blocks, covering about 300,000 people, and almost all the roads were full of corpses.
There were cries everywhere.
Victor was sitting in an armored vehicle and saw an elderly man kneeling on the ground crying until he lost his voice, with 7 corpses neatly placed in front of him.
His whole family was dead except him.
The drug dealers rushed into his house and just ransacked it.
Even Victor felt a little sad because of the crying. This country has been so corrupted, is it really necessary to save it?
"Kill him! Kill him!"
At this moment, a clamorous noise drew his attention to another place. He saw a group of people surrounding a drug dealer in indignation. The drug dealer was beaten black and blue, and the police around him were protecting him tightly.
The drug dealer hid on the roof of the car, looking at the residents below who were gritting their teeth at him, and actually grinned, "Long live the Michoacan family!"
Victor narrowed his eyes.
He pulled the driver away, got on the armored vehicle, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed towards the drug dealer with a power of 235 kilowatts, honking the horn hard.
Residents hurriedly dispersed, and even the police ran away when they saw the situation was not good.
The drug dealer jumped down from the roof of the car in fear, ran as hard as he could, and looked back. How could his two legs outrun four wheels? He was knocked down directly, and the body of the car crushed his legs. He screamed, and then his head exploded.
"Awesome!"
Victor breathed a sigh of relief. He just couldn't stand others being more arrogant than him!
"Boss, Chief Alejandro's phone call." An EDM member handed over the mobile phone, and Victor took it and said, "Hello."
Alejandro's tone was very heavy.
"Victor, I think you should be mentally prepared."
"What do you mean?"
"The security department believes that you are the culprit of this riot. Tomorrow, 12 officials will conduct an internal interrogation of you."
Damn it!
You want to interrogate me?
Are you going to throw all the shit and fart on your head?
It's obvious that they need someone to take the blame and apologize to the TV camera. Politicians are the fastest to pass the blame.
"500,000 pesos! Alejandro!"
"This is not a problem that can be solved with money, Victor!"
"One million pesos!"
"Don't tell me it can't be solved. Everyone is selling out. Who doesn't have a price? I'll pay, you find someone. If I can't get out of the interrogation room tomorrow, the prisoners in the Plateau Prison will definitely escape, for sure!"
He hung up the phone directly, threw it on the seat, and rubbed his hands. This was a very nervous performance.
"Boss, do we want to..." Kennedy Heisenberg made a beheading gesture.
"We are police, not gangsters!" Victor said unhappily.
"Aren't they all the same?"
Victor was startled, as if there was no difference between thieves and police in Mexico. Since someone wanted to use "white" means to deal with him, he could also be a bit rogue.
He has a pair of eyes that can see through other people's crime values.
He doesn't believe that the 12 officials are all clean.
When the time comes, they will expose their old bottoms and see who will be embarrassed!
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PS: Isn’t it too late in the morning? I am thinking whether to adjust the time. The release time will definitely be adjusted.