Chapter 79 A Person Who Pays Attention to Details! (Updated!)

Victo Victoria, the capital of Tamaulipas.

In a private hospital called Happy Heavenly Kingdom.

Abrego is pushing his uncle Juan Nepomuzon for a walk in the garden.

Nepomuzon, who looked tired, coughed and laughed at himself helplessly, "This is what happens when you get old. You have to go to the hospital every few days. I have caused you to worry about me."

Abrego is a little fat. He smiled and put his hand on Nepomuzon's shoulder, "Uncle, what's this? You put me on your shoulders since I was a child. If it weren't for you, I might have starved to death on the street now."

"My little Abrego has grown up too." The old man always likes to recall and sigh, "I'm old too."

"Don't worry, uncle, the doctors in this hospital are great. They will take good care of you. If you are not satisfied, tell me and I will invite a doctor from the United States."

I don't know if this "invite" is a formal method.

"What else can I be dissatisfied with? Compared with other old friends, I can at least die peacefully, not on the street. This is the greatest blessing."

Abrego looked at the age spots on Nepomson's face, and he could only sigh in his heart and give him care in his last life.

Just when he was enjoying the good weather, a core member ran over, opened his mouth, and closed it again when he saw Nepomson.

"You go and do your work, and let the nurse push me back." The old man was also tactful and patted the other's arm. Abrego nodded, "Uncle, I'll come to see you after I'm done."

Nepomson smiled and nodded.

Abrego left in a hurry with the backbone, passing by a doctor wearing a mask. The doctor looked back at him, then looked at Nepomson. Seeing that he was alone, he walked over and said, "Let me help you, sir."

Nepomson raised his head. The old man was very cautious in his bones. He looked him up and down. This was his "habit", but he thought, this is a private hospital.

Most of the private hospitals in Mexico have "backgrounds".

What is the purpose of the drug cartel, the government, and the local gangs jointly funding?

It is a "protective residence" for some old drug dealers who want to retire. If you walk too much at night, you will always be afraid.

People.

The older you get, the more afraid you are of death!

"Thank you, doctor." Nepomson smiled. He looked like an ordinary old man. Who would have thought that he once monopolized the local smuggling channels and brothels at the US-Mexico border in Matamoros?

The doctor nodded and pushed the wheelchair into the building.

Most of these drug lords live in single suites, which have three rooms and a bathroom, plus a TV, air conditioner and air purifier. The bed sheets are changed every day.

The doctor pushed Nepomson into the room, and the latter waved his hand and said with a smile, "I can do it myself next, thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Nepomson, but someone asked me to bring you a message."

The doctor took off his mask, locked the door with his backhand, and then leaned over, "Mr. Victor greets you!"

He grabbed Nepomson's hair, covered his face and dragged him hard. Of course, the latter struggled, but where did the old man get the strength to compete with a strong young man.

He was dragged down from the wheelchair and dragged into the bathroom.

Nepomson was directly pressed into the toilet!

The old man struggled hard.

But the toilet water penetrated from the nostrils and ears.

After a while, his whole body was instantly limp.

If you don't believe it, you can find a toilet to experiment yourself. Generally, it is easy to choke on water soon.

After letting go of his hand, Nepomson fell to the ground, his face purple. The killer calmly turned on the tap to wash his hands, then slowly took out a dark pen from his jacket pocket and wrote on the conspicuous wall of the room:

"Víctor te recuerda, por favor, respeta la ley!"

(Victor reminds you, please abide by the law!)

After writing this, the killer lifted up the wheelchair that had fallen to the ground, opened the door and left.

Fingerprints?

Do Mexicans need to prevent fingerprints when killing people?

If you have a temper, come and retaliate against me. If you have the ability, take my head away.

After the killer left for about three or four minutes, the caregiver with a relaxed look came in, but within two seconds, he ran out screaming, his face pale, but after running two steps, his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

When his colleagues ran over and saw the scene in the room, they were also scared.

Abrego received the news soon.

He looked at Nepomuzon, who was staring at him, half-knelt on one knee, reached out to touch his eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up with red eyes.

Walking out of the ward, looking at the trembling nurse standing at the door, Abrego's tone was inhumane: "I don't want to see them."

The drug dealer next to him grabbed the nurse's hair and dragged her out like a dead dog.

The nurse screamed, begged for mercy, and cried loudly, but do you want to soften the heart of a drug lord like this?

You might as well ask the Vatican to hang the Buddha.

"Boss, Luto y vicisitud (Condolences!)"

Abrego's triangular eyes reflected fierceness, "Don't talk nonsense! Let Victor mourn!"

"Tell the people in Tijuana to kill Victor, and I will give them two American channels and introduce them to the goods of the Colombian Cali Cartel!"

When the younger brother heard this, he almost said: Think twice, boss.

Abrego's face made him shut up instantly, he didn't want to be stuffed into the toilet.

Everyone in the Gulf Group knew the position of Nepomson in Abrego's heart.

There were even rumors that the two were not uncle and nephew, but illegitimate children, and Nepomson was not without a son.

As for passing the position to a nephew?

There must be something fishy.

But Abrego's power in the Gulf Group is too deep, and no one dares to touch his eyebrows.

He is a man of his word!

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After Nepomson died, Victor received a "points reminder".

He is a petty person.

I can't kill you, Abrego, but can I not kill your most caring uncle?

When did it become fair and just to maintain justice?

He, Victor, is telling all drug dealers that he will do anything to get what he wants!

You either don't do it, or you can do it by looking at who is the shady one.

Anyway, he is alone.

And in order to prevent the families of the prison guards from being coerced, he has also had people organize a "police apartment" and bring their relatives here in the next two days.

"Design a gun platform here for me!"

On Guadalupe Island, Victor moved 300 meters sideways from the dock and drew on a hill on the side of the AK6 naval gun.

This hill is not high, only about 70 meters, but it is enough to overlook half of the island.

"You make an open one, I will put a 4-barrel anti-aircraft gun here, and when there are people in the sky, I will shoot down the planes, and when there are ships on the sea, I will lay flat."

Victor has suffered losses.

If the Guatemalan special forces encounter this kind of operation again, they will be beaten down to the seaside to feed the great white sharks.

Here is a mention, Victor asked Casare to throw the drugs into the sea before...

Recently, it was found that the habits of great white sharks in the sea have become abnormal.

But what does it have to do with Victor.

Do the people in the animal protection organization have artillery?

"Boss, if the Mexican government knew... would it..." Casare mentioned it from the side.

"Oh, yes, there is also the government." Victor slapped his forehead as if he suddenly thought of it.

Should we ignore them like this?

"Casare, we are also officials. When Alejandro comes, we can even ask him to move the security department of Baja California here."

Then I can...

He is a loyal minister!

It's just borrowing Alejandro's signature.

He has no soldiers or generals under his command, and he is protecting the leader.

Casare waved his hands helplessly, and suddenly saw a police officer running over in the distance. He instantly perked up, "What's wrong?"

"The new mayor of the state is here, and he also brought the external relations officer of the Guatemalan army. They are aggressive and look like..."

Victor's ears were also erected, and he laughed when he heard this.

"Come in a team? Very good, it just happens to be a team!"

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