Chapter 16: Isn't it ruthless to make money? Are you going to beg for food?

Chapter 16: Isn't it ruthless to make money? Are you going to beg for food?

Stepan Blanchard?

Using bombs is indeed very Medellin-esque.

He looked at Anna and kept staring, shaking his head in disappointment, "It seems that, in your opinion, I am still too kind."

He raised his hand and flicked it hard, and Best raised the axe.

Seeing her brother about to break two more fingers, Anna screamed, "No, no, I say, I say."

"It's the warden. He asked me to blow you up and then push it to Stepan."

Webster Ashbourne!

It all makes sense.

No wonder the guy's eyes flickered when he saw that he was not killed in the bombing. Moreover, this guy had a feud with him. His father was killed by him, and he hired a gang to take his life.

Living by himself is more like a torment for him.

However, when there was an explosion in the prison, wasn't Webster afraid of being held accountable?

If something happens in prison, he can't escape the blame?

In other words, is he planning to use this incident to do something shady?

Victor, don't think that he only has fat and comes out to join society. What's the use of just fighting and killing? You have to learn to use your brain. He looked at Anna, who was lying on the ground, her shoulders shaking with fear and sobbing.

"Let me go, please."

"Don't be stupid, I keep what I say..." Victor squatted down, holding her shoulders with both hands. In Anna's pear-shaped and frightened eyes, he wiped off the shoe prints on her face with his thumbs, and lay next to her ears. He said, "Don't cry, your makeup is all gone."

Anna helps the drug lords in prison sell drugs, while his brother works as a small boss outside, but they are not good things.

jump jump jump.

Victor held the Colt against her abdomen and fired several shots. He stood up and looked at Anna who was lying on the ground twitching with her eyes wide open. He raised his hand and shot her in the head again.

Then he turned around and said with a cold expression, "Send him to see Jesus. I hope he can purify the drug dealers!"

Don't be a drug dealer in your next life!

Best nodded, raised the ax, and hit Anna's brother directly on the head with the back. Within a few blows, he was dead.

Duke saw Victor holding a cigarette and quickly took out a lighter and lit it for him.

The latter smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Take those two cars as official buses for the organization. Find someone to sell the pistols inside, and you will divide the money among yourselves."

"Boss Victor, don't we use it ourselves?"

"You come out to hang out and use a police pistol? How low are you? Follow us and we use long guns. In what era do you still play with such vulgar things?"

But in fact, the Astra 357 police revolver is also a product of the 1980s.

But seeing those AKs, he just didn't like these things.

He turned around and said, "If Best wants to touch our business, let him talk to Jesus. As long as Jesus agrees, I will agree."

Good guy, if someone in the Vatican hears this...

They will protest!

But how many fucking divisions does the Pope have?

Victor got into the car that Best and the others drove, Casare started the car, and he opened the window in the passenger seat, "I only have one request: to establish a firm foothold in the business in Mexico."

"I understand." Best nodded.

Casare stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, stirring up layers of dust in the desert.

Best watched the car go away before coming back to his senses and said, "Let's go."

"What to do with these bodies?" Duke asked.

"The police will come to collect the body tomorrow."

…

As the car drove on the wilderness, Duke looked at Best from the corner of his eye and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.

"What? Is there any flowers on my face?" The latter turned his head and asked with a smile.

The other party shook his head quickly and looked at the road ahead, "It's just that I noticed that you have become..."

He didn't know how to describe it, and he hesitated with a frown.

"Cruel? Vicious? Or inhumane?" Best asked.

Duke didn't say it bluntly, "It's been a long time since I last saw you. You've changed a lot."

Best looked at the morning star in the distance, "When my father died, I followed my mother. She had inconvenient legs and feet. She told me that my father was a good man and he defended justice, so I followed him and became a policeman. , but when I grew up, I understood a lot. It was right to have ideals. But when my mother was hospitalized, I couldn't even pay a penny, but I knew nothing and had nothing. Only then did I understand money. How important it is.”

"When the fire burned my whole family to death, I managed to survive, but I didn't feel lucky. What I felt was anger and helplessness."

"This world is very cruel, we are like walking beasts, if you don't eat others, you will starve to death, and you will be eaten by your higher-level creatures, ferocious, just to survive. "

"When you get more, you won't care whether the methods are cruel or not. We have to learn to adapt to this society. Mexico is like this. I can't escape this place, and you can't leave it. It can't be changed."

Duke opened his mouth, but finally acquiesced.

He had actually seen something more bloody than today's scene, but he just couldn't understand why a policeman who originally loved his job and was full of justice became like this.

Became tactful and vicious.

Maybe…

To be a police officer in Mexico, you have to be more cunning than drug traffickers.

"Don't think so much, let's go and have fun. I'll let you have enough fun tonight." Best patted the back of his head and said with a smile.

Duke managed to cheer up and said with a smile, "Then I have to find three today!"

"It feels like you are in heat every day, you are just a male dog!"

Duke was also very proud, "This is how a man lives his whole life, living for X, dying for X, and fighting for X all his life."

This fallacy made Best stunned for a moment, but then he laughed out loud and praised him as a talent.

Throttle the throttle to accelerate, and sure enough, it's different when you have power.

…

Because the office was bombed, even the people next door were unlucky. Even the wall of the Superintendent's office was blown through. Fortunately, Kona Velasquez was not there at the time, otherwise, the company would have definitely been offline.

Victor found him in a temporary office downstairs and knocked on the door. The other person was writing something. He heard the knock on the door and raised his head. When he understood him, his expression was obviously drooping.

"What's up?"

"Sir, where is my new office?"

"You are now transferred to the monitoring room. From now on, you will only be responsible for that. I will leave other patrols to others."

Is this a power grab?

Victor raised his brows and was about to speak when Conor Velasquez waved his hand, "This is the warden's order. He feels that you have too many things going on recently, so he wants you to relax."

"If you don't want to, you can go to him and tell him. I'm just responsible for relaying it."

Victor thought for a moment and saluted, "Thank you for your concern, sir. I promise to work well in the control room."

"Just don't get into trouble with me." The other party waved his hand. Just at this moment, the landline on the table rang. He frowned and picked up the phone. Victor, who had just taken two steps out, heard him raise half a tone. the sound of.

"What! Anna is dead?"

Maybe he felt his voice was loud after he finished speaking, so he glanced outside, met Victor's eyes, hurriedly closed the door, and hid inside to talk to someone.

Look, although the people in Mexico are very cruel, there are still good people who "collect the bodies", and they can call the "family members" directly.

When he was sent to watch the surveillance, Victor didn't have any objections. Instead, he started thinking about some benefits for himself.

You know, before surveillance was invented, human instincts were fully unleashed. After surveillance was invented, civilization emerged.

If you turn off the monitoring, does that mean you have time and opportunity to "do whatever you want" inside?

It's not impossible, but you need to plan carefully.

Strong people never complain about the environment, but only seek the soil for survival in the environment.

The monitoring room is on the second floor. When we entered, there was a prison guard who was dozing. He raised his head when he heard footsteps, saw Victor, and stood up immediately, "Deputy Superintendent."

"It's okay, it's okay. Take a rest when you're tired. I'll work here from now on."

When the prison guard heard this, his face turned dark. How could he fish in the same office as the leader?

Victor ignored the other party's look and sat down in front of the monitor. There were about 40 screens, facing the corridors, toilets, etc., and there were also many cells inside. These people had not renewed their contracts.

You don’t want surveillance to cover you. After all, many drug lords have activities at night. Who likes a live broadcast?

So they will give money to people to turn off the surveillance, but it is not impossible. You can still see it if you want to.

"Where is Gallardo's surveillance?" He turned around and asked.

The prison guard was confused. He found a button and pressed it. The godfather appeared in front of the screen, but he was grinding something right now?

Victor looked closer. It seemed like a toothbrush?

A toothbrush has many uses in prison, for example, if it is sharpened and stabbed into the neck, it will definitely die, but will Gallardo be so bored?

This is more like an insecure person looking for a way to protect himself.

There are two places in Mexico where drug lords have the highest mortality rate. One is their own home, where most of the people were killed, and the other is the prison, where enemies kill people, protective umbrellas silence them, and so on.

Later, Héctor, the second among the Beltran Leyva brothers of the Mexican drug cartel, died in prison and announced that he had died of a sudden heart attack.

This is a perfect excuse.

Interestingly, it seems that he also knew that someone was going to kill him, and he wanted to save his life.

Some people also looked unhappy at Sick Tiger.

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