Chapter 11 The middleman! (already edited)

Chapter 11 The middleman! (already edited)

gun!

The young man who was peeing was so frightened that he quickly put the tool into his pants.

The four people looked at each other, and one who looked a little more mature was about to speak.

Victor took out his police officer ID card, opened the safety on the back of the grip, and scanned it.

Da da da…

Kasare, who was next to him, jumped in surprise, shrank his shoulders, widened his eyes, and felt his scalp numb as he looked at the body lying on the ground.

Why don't you wait for someone to speak? Why don't you do it so simply?

Hearing the gunshot, Best, who was curled up on the ground, hugged his body tighter.

After all 25 rounds of bullets were fired, Victor put down his hand when he heard the sound of emptying. He glanced at Casare next to him and shrugged, "These people intend to attack the police. If they don't study hard, they will be the backup candidates for drug dealers sooner or later. Kill them first."

In fact, these four people can be considered guilty of serious crimes. They have committed robbery, rape, and murder, providing Victor with 378 points.

Casare's facial muscles were trembling after hearing this. He gave a thumbs up. When he walked to Best, he could smell the smell of urine, which was a bit pungent. It was obvious that the young man was a little angry.

If you get angry, you won’t live long, so just let it go.

"Best." He shouted twice, but didn't take the shot, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

When the other party heard him calling his name, he cautiously revealed his eyes. When he saw a familiar face, his eyes were obviously excited and his voice was hoarse, like the feeling of being burned out by a fire, "Casare!"

"Victor!"

"Man, how long have I not been here to see you, and you're like this?" Victor frowned, and when he saw that the other party wanted to talk, he waved his hand, "Let's go out first, it smells like urine."

Victor was changing the magazine in his hand numbly. When he walked out the door, he saw the slum residents who heard the gunshots looking towards this direction, but no one dared to gather.

"Look at grandma, put your head back." He fired a shuttle towards the wall, scaring them so much that they didn't dare to say a word.

furious!

Arrogant!

Nouriel Best stood behind and saw this scene, a little dazed. This was completely different from the Victor he had seen.

He was a gentleman, and he rarely even raised his voice to confront others. Occasionally, he would be a little shy when meeting girls.

And this one in front of me...

If you say he is a gangster, some people will believe you.

"People change, Best, don't they?" Casare said with a smile.

Best was stunned for a moment, not sure if he believed it or not.

The three of them walked towards the avenue and heard the sound of cars outside. Victor happened to see a red Beetle with the door open, and a girl with a curvy butt was shopping next to it.

"boarding!"

Victor got directly into the driver's seat, waited for Casare and the other two to come in, and turned the car key. The girl who was shopping was wearing high heels. When she heard the noise, she turned around and saw a strange man driving his car.

She was so angry that she ran over and cursed.

Victor raised his gun, and the other person immediately shrank, yelled, "OMG!" and ran away while holding his head.

"Sit tight, let's take off!"

He stepped on the clutch and shifted the gear. He looked very skilled, but the car body rushed forward and then got stuck. Casare, who was sitting in the back, almost hit their heads on the front seat.

"Sorry, do it again."

Victor looked at the mirror inside the car, smiled, muttered a few words, and slowly started the car. The engine of the Beetle itself was not very good, and it almost seemed like it had been moved.

"Who are those people?" Victor asked now that he had time.

"Gangsters from Kimahuakan."

"How did you mess with them?"

The left side of Best's face trembled, and that half of his face was wrinkled, as if burned, "They asked me to pay protection fee, 5 pesos a week, I have no money, damn, they also want me to pay taxes!"

"I'm just a broker, what tax do I have to pay?"

"This is the fourth gang this month that has asked for protection money. I paid all the previous ones."

Hearing this, Casare looked at him with some pity.

The slums of Mexico are like huge leek boxes. Anyone with a gang can come to collect protection money. It's not much. Sometimes I pay 5 pesos a week, but there are so many gangs that I can't deal with them. This is even more fierce than taxation.

Many ordinary people simply can't bear it. These gangsters force you to sell your sons and daughters. Those who have sons at home will be forced to join gangster societies to provide them with "fresh blood." This is one of the reasons why drug dealers cannot be beaten. .

Will provide you with a steady stream of criminals.

The same is true for the Brazilian gangs. The military and police enter the slums. They are all criminals. This is a deep anti-gang quagmire and a vast war among the people.

The ground floor construction determines the height of the upper floors.

Think about it, there are more than 1 million people living in Quimahuacan in Mexico City. How much benefit can these people bring to the gangs?

Even the poor can be squeezed out. If there is no oil or water, there will always be blood.

"A few bastards dare to call themselves gangsters." Victor said disdainfully.

"You are looking for me..." Best asked.

"Don't worry, let's take a bath first and take a good soak before talking." Victor interrupted his inquiry, mainly because the smell of urine on the other person's body was too strong.

Best nodded and glanced at the Uzi submachine gun placed on the passenger side. Is this police force even equipped with this thing?

I haven’t seen you in a few years. Is the Mexican government rich?

The car stopped at the entrance of a bathhouse. It said in Chinese and Spanish: "Northeast Old Bath".

The owner of this store is a Chinese. He went abroad in the 1970s and opened 6 branches in Mexico City. He is very rich. It is said that he has good relations with the local gangs and the government, and he is a black and white man.

After getting off the car, he threw the car keys to the parking boy. The latter looked at the crowded Beetle, then looked back at the three strong men who walked in. This man liked him quite a bit.

"Come to a single-room hot spring."

"Help me buy another set of clothes, and the rest is your tip."

Victor generously handed over 200 pesos. The front desk looked at Best strangely. Why was he so sexy?

Is this performance art?

He took the money, agreed with a smile, and asked people to take them to a private room on the third floor with good privacy.

"Wash it, you're all smelly." Victor took off his clothes and wanted to put Uzi in the cabinet, but after thinking about it, he still took the safety and said to the bare-butt Casare, "Put the gun in Bring it on."

In Mexico, it is not uncommon for people to be beaten to death in bathhouses.

Best saw Casare holding the Colt and asked more, "Where did these weapons come from? Uzi? This is a good thing."

"If you don't have any capital, do you dare to come out and hang out?"

Victor glanced at Casare and said with a smile, "I have a way to get arms. They sell drugs, we sell arms, and I provide them with military support. In business, if others don't do it, you do it. This It’s called wisdom. If someone does something and you follow it, it’s called eating shit from behind.”

As soon as he lay down in the hot spring, he couldn't help shouting in comfort.

"You go to the side and flush it, don't make it full of urine."

Best felt a little embarrassed and ran under the shower head to rinse off. Victor's voice came to his ears, "But in business, I'm afraid of encountering unruly people. If someone is gangstered, I will lose money. But in this arms business, I am... Casare can’t come forward openly, so we need you to help us work together.”

Best was anxious, so he rinsed his head twice casually, wiped it with a towel, and got into the warm soup.

"I know you are unwilling and want to take revenge, but now you have no money, no one, and no rights. How can you take revenge?"

"Everything in this world has a price tag, including people's youth, ideals, conscience, justice. What we are busy with every day is money. Why did you work as a policeman before? It's not for money, is it for justice? Money is the only thing that matters. It’s our life force. If you have money and you offer a reward of 200,000 pesos for your enemy’s head and no one takes it, then 500,000 pesos. If no one takes it, then 1 million!”

"When you see it, will he die?"

Victor opened his hands and placed them on his sides, "Follow me and I will help you get revenge."

Aren't they just drug dealers?

When the time comes, when your position is getting higher and higher, isn’t it just a matter of one sentence?

I'm afraid of you because you have a backer?

I am the supporter of others!

Best actually thought about joining other gangs to seek asylum in the slums. It was difficult to be a middleman, but... he was a cripple. Although the fire allowed him to survive, he was also severely injured. Half of his face was burned, and the meniscus of his knee was removed. He can still walk a little. Lame.

It looked miserable.

He just thought for a moment and nodded, "I agree."

He has no choice. The forces behind the gang members who died in his home will definitely take revenge on him. If he goes back, he will die.

"Casare, I have a wad of money in my bag. Go get it."

The fat man responded, got up from the hot spring, the bird was still trembling, opened Victor's cabinet, took the money and handed it to him.

"Here are 20,000 pesos. Get yourself some new clothes and rent a decent house. If you follow me, you won't be in such a mess."

This is close to 10,000 US dollars, just give it to me?

"You two have the same benefits, no salary every month, and 5% sales share. How about that?"

Casare calculated it, 5%. If it’s like the AK47 just now, which costs 800 US dollars, then he can get 40 US dollars!

It may seem small, but it is based on volume. If you sell 50 units a month, you will have 2,000 US dollars.

"I agree!" He was very happy.

Seeing that Casare agreed, Best understood that the 5% was not low. He nodded. Victor got up from the spring and said, "I'm going to take a shower and get a massage. You guys talk first."

After he walked away, Casare twisted his neck.

Very comfortable.

"By the way, Casare, do you know Fremont Holder?"

The name seemed familiar to him, and Casare frowned.

"Is he the former deputy warden of Plateau Prison who robbed gangsters?"

"That's right!"

Best's eyes lit up, "He has become rich recently."

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