Chapter 68 The Spark of Career!
120mm mortars fired 5 rounds in a row!
Visually, the hillside was blown down by several centimeters.
Kennedy Heisenberg, the third person in the "Victor Cartel", rushed up with the police, fearing that someone would survive such a bombardment.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, I surrender!"
There was a criminal in the swimming pool in the yard. It was obviously really lucky. When he saw Kennedy and others, he quickly raised his hands and begged, "I still have a 70-year-old mother..."
Bang!
Kennedy shot a shotgun over and blew up the other person's head directly, "Sorry, I refuse."
"Search! Look in the safe, bedside table, and any quilt cover."
This is an "extracurricular activity" - house raiding!
You need money to develop Guadalupe Island. The drug dealer is dead, so aren't these Uncle Victor's?
Drug dealers like to hide cash at home. When Pablo of Colombia ran away, huge amounts of cash could be found wherever he stayed.
Because their money is "dirty", it needs to be laundered. When Sandra Beltran, a famous Mexican drug lord nicknamed "King of the Pacific", was arrested in 2007, she was charged with money laundering.
But the police don't need these titles!
Victor announced that these were all drug dealers' funds, and that the money he earned from selling arms could be "laundered" in this way in the future. The drug dealers didn't expect that they could still take the blame for the "master" after they died.
Finally, Kennedy Heisenberg searched the ruins of the Portillo family and found 3 million US dollars and 1.5 million pesos, as well as about 20 kilograms of gold and jewelry estimated to be more than 600,000 US dollars.
When Victor heard the news, he was silent for a long time, and looked at Casare with a very firm tone, "The drug dealers are not dead! I feel very uncomfortable!"
A drug dealer family living on a rotten island has so much money, you can imagine how much money those drug trafficking groups across several continents have.
No wonder when the DEA caught drug dealers, many people from the CIA came forward to hinder it.
Brother, the water inside is too deep, ordinary people can't handle it, you have to let Uncle Victor do it, he is tough, and most importantly, the caliber is thick enough.
When we returned to the police station, as soon as the car stopped, we saw Santos, who had changed his clothes and was wearing an ill-fitting police uniform. "Mr. Victor, you are so handsome!"
"Whenever I can be like you, that's fine."
Victor touched his head, "Santos, you don't have to be me, but you will definitely be me. Mexico's anti-drug cause is not just my responsibility. You and your generation are the main force."
"But now, I stand in front of you. When I get old or fall, you should take up my cause, raise my fire, overthrow, fight, and eliminate the drug dealers who destroy Mexico."
Santos was like a believer listening to "God". He nodded firmly. He suddenly seemed to think of something. "Mr. Victor, I will be baptized in a month. Can you come and baptize me?"
Victor was startled, because in places like Europe and the United States, helping people to be baptized is Padrino, which means: Godfather, which has a heavy meaning.
It is equivalent to a beacon on his road.
The Italian Mafia likes to do this the most.
Victor looked at Santos with hope and touched his head, "Of course, God and I are with you."
Feeling the warmth from his palm, Santos rubbed against it like a puppy. Here, he found the fatherly love he had not felt for a long time.
When you are confused in life, a bright light suddenly appears, and you will find that he has all the advantages.
"Father! I finally found someone as great as you!"
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When the Portillo family, which "dominated" the northwest of Guadalupe Island, was "live broadcast" and wiped out, other drug dealers did not dare to rescue them.
What a joke.
The 120mm caliber is bigger than a fist. What if it hits your head?
Nieve en Yakarta Cafe.
The waiter stood trembling on the side, his legs were weak.
The main cafe was full of strong men with tattoos, guns, nose rings, and even words on their faces. The visual impact alone was great.
"The Portillo family... is gone." A white man with a cowboy hat spoke in a deep voice.
"Scorpion (Escorpión), we have eyes!" The man sitting opposite him was a black man who seemed to have a bad temper.
Mexico is a multi-ethnic country, with about 1.5 million black people living in states such as Guerrero, Oaxaca and Veracruz.
"Negro! Believe it or not, I will put your ass into a watermelon!"
This sentence made the black man furious, and he picked up the pistol on the table and pointed it at the other party. The younger brothers behind the white man quickly took out their guns, and both sides drew their arrows.
The rest of the drug lords watched coldly.
"Enough!"
Just when the atmosphere was tense, a figure like an iron tower stood up, with a height of at least 190+, which is definitely a "giant" in Mexico. His eyes were sinister and he frowned.
This is Francisco, nicknamed "Guerrero". The organization he leads: "Morsis" is a subordinate unit of Tijuana, and it is considered a "transcendent" existence on Guadalupe Island.
Originally, Ni Ge had no intention of actually fighting with the white man, so after hearing his words, he just sat down sullenly.
"Francisco, haven't you heard back from the gentlemen in Tijuana?"
The strong man shook his head, "Gentlemen, allow us to abandon Guadalupe Island."
"What!"
"How could this be!"
"This is impossible, how could gentlemen give such an order."
The other drug dealers looked at this scene in disbelief.
Especially white people, he shouted louder and louder.
"Juarez has declared an alliance with Sinaloa and declared war on Tijuana."
This news was even more shocking, but to put it bluntly, it had nothing to do with it.
If Tijuana is killed by the two major groups, the small organization they are attached to will probably change its boss. This is very common in Mexico.
But now everyone is "begging" for food down in Tijuana, so we can't stand up and lift the table.
"What do you mean, gentlemen..."
The strong man Francesco took a deep breath, with helplessness in his eyes, "Surrender."
"Their artillery fire was too strong. Where did that bastard Victor get the artillery! Damn it, are those Mexican politicians eating shit?" the drug lord cursed, but he looked obviously relieved.
them…
Really scared.
If the police are equipped with artillery, do your coast guard also have to be equipped with an aircraft carrier?
"I won't surrender!"
The white man kicked the table away and said, "You cowards!" After saying that, he kicked the door angrily and left.
Francis looked at everyone and stood up, "I will go to Victor tomorrow to ensure our interests. There are conditions for surrender."
After he left, all the drug dealers in the cafe looked at each other and could only sigh.
If you can't beat it, what can you do?
They are willing to sell anything just to stay alive.
The more ferocious a person is, the more afraid he is of death.
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