Chapter 42 Tal vez, me equivoqu!
Chapter 42 Tal vez, me equivoqué!
"I have to tell you, officer, you'd better stop here..." The gentle middle-aged man looked at his fallen brother and frowned.
Da da da! ! ! !
He responded with bullets, and Victor emptied the magazine. Six or seven of the boys standing next to him were all shot, and one of them was even beaten into a sieve.
When the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the middle-aged man, a click was heard and the short position was hung up.
The middle-aged man's eyes twitched.
"Sorry, we're out of bullets..." Victor smiled and shrugged, then picked up the Uzi submachine gun and smashed it directly into the opponent's face with the butt of the gun.
The valuable pair of glasses fell to the ground, and half of his face was bruised and bloody.
Victor crushed his glasses, then stepped on the other person's face, and looked at him. The latter also stared back fiercely, with an unconvincing roar in his throat.
"Tell me where he is."
But it was obvious that the other party was not very cooperative, struggling hard and even spitting feces from his mouth, which was nothing more than threatening words.
Victor looked around, walked to the counter next to him, saw a bottle of whiskey, opened the cork, and felt a strong smell of alcohol.
Under the horrified gaze of the middle-aged man, he poured the wine directly on him.
"What are you going to do? Damn it, what are you doing!"
Victor took out a lighter and threw it at him.
This fire…
It burned instantly.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The middle-aged man screamed and waved his arms in an instant. He was so miserable that even Harrison's face twitched a little.
Victor squinted his eyes, and saw that the other person fell to the ground, his hands stiffly stretched out, and his whole body was so hot that he couldn't even see his appearance.
"Gentlemen, I don't have a very good temper. Can any of you tell me where the woman you caught went?" He looked at the still-dead brothers on the ground, covering their wounds, and spread his hands.
This brutal scene frightened them.
Even the Mexican gangs who call themselves "barbaric" and "animals" can't help but be afraid.
No, it should be said that what they fear is just that they will become victims.
"Have it?"
A hand covered with blood was raised tremblingly. Victor looked at him. A young man with a slightly immature face but frightened eyes nodded and smiled, "OK, thank you very much."
He cocked the magazine and fired at the other gangsters who fell to the ground.
It's useless to leave it alone.
Seeing his companions being killed, the young man's legs became weak.
"Where?" Victor turned his head and looked at him.
The young man raised his finger and pointed to the inner room. Harrison rushed in with his people, and soon he came out with a happy face.
"Warden, we found a total of 6 women and 3 children, all lost today, with Day of the Dead costumes painted on their faces."
Victor nodded, suddenly turned around and asked the young man, "Are you running fast?"
What is the problem?
The young man's head was spinning, but he still nodded.
"That's good, remember to catch up with them." Victor raised his gun and shot him in the face.
Don't bother with the Mexican courts.
It's very tiring to let people go.
Just transcend him directly.
…
"Lina."
When Victor and others came out with the kidnapped woman, the eager man who had been waiting by the armored vehicle shouted with joy, ran over and hugged his wife and daughter, kissing them vigorously on their foreheads. This man could not help but shed tears of excitement at the joy of regaining something.
He put down his wife and daughter, ran to Victor, held his hand tremblingly, and kept thanking him.
The little girl named Lina also ran over, raised her head and looked at Victor, handed a candy from her hand, and motioned for him to take it.
"I'm a policeman, this is what I should do." Victor knelt down and touched her head, "I want to be with my father from now on, do you hear me?"
Lina's eyes seemed to be able to speak, she nodded, kissed him on the cheek, and pointed to his badge.
Victor smiled and handed her the badge, touched his head, and comforted them a few more words before the family left. Lina turned back three times as she left.
At this time, the local police from Miski Town also arrived belatedly. Their equipment looked very good. The leader, Policía Primero (police sergeant), also had a Smith \u0026 Wesson M on his waist. 1917 revolver.
These were all products from 1917 and were discontinued in 1945.
With this equipment, you still want to fight with drug dealers?
Even if you use it to scratch an itch, it will make you feel uncomfortable.
However, the sergeant was quite strong, and his chest muscles bulged out like a police uniform. Women were very envious when they saw him.
The sergeant looked at the well-equipped Victor and his party with envy in his eyes. He knew that some prison colleagues came to help, but he didn't take it to heart. Who knew the equipment was so well-equipped?
You even pulled out the armored vehicles!
They are all born to the same mother, why are they treated differently?
He took a deep breath, ran to Victor, and saluted, "Hello, sir, I am Alfredo Rodriguez, the police chief of Miski Town."
Victor looked him up and down, nodded slightly, and pointed to the inside of the game arcade, "Find someone to clean it up."
The other party must know that there is filth in this arcade, but Victor is too lazy to care. He is not the Minister of Security of Mexico now.
Alfredo's expression changed when he heard this, and he rushed into the game hall with others. There was still a smell in the air, stimulating his cerebral cortex.
"Oh"
The colleague behind him couldn't help but lay next to him and vomited. Alfredo's throat rolled and he swallowed it back.
"Director, what...what should we do? They work for the Pedro Group." A corporal next to him said softly.
Alfredo frowned, a little troubled.
There are many groups in Mexico with various names, but most of them have evolved from several well-known organizations. This is the product of "fragmentation".
The Pedro Group was once affiliated with the Guadalajara Group and was part of the "Plaza" system. Later, after the organization was disbanded, the Pedro family went back to work alone, but they could not compete with traditional organizations in the drug trafficking industry.
I can only think of ways elsewhere.
Such as organ smuggling, human trafficking, etc., they will do it as long as they can make money.
And it was blatant and cruel.
They do things without mercy.
"Director, I quit, I resign."
While Alfredo was still thinking, there was already a police officer behind him who was mentally weak and took off his clothes.
He doesn't want to die!
The Pedro Group will kill everyone, and the local police department will be implicated for failing to "guard" the arcade.
No one wants to die!
Alfredo also planned to go back to the countryside to hide.
…
The shootout in the arcade clearly affected the town's activities.
The number of people has reduced a lot to the naked eye.
Those who can still be outside at this time are either brave or lack of brains.
The annual Day of the Dead…
Mess everywhere.
Without a peaceful society, there would be no need to hold this kind of festival. Not to mention that Mexican drug lords would respect customs, and they would do things unexpectedly.
At 12 o'clock in the evening, the team will be closed in advance.
When the convoy rushed back to the prison, they saw lights on outside and the security at the door was obviously tightened.
"What happened?" Victor said to Casare, fighting back his fatigue.
"An hour ago, a group of people threw three bodies at the door."
Victor raised his eyebrows, having a bad premonition, and asked Casare to take him to take a look. In the temporary morgue of the prison, he saw three familiar people.
Surprisingly, it was the family of three that I had rescued just now.
"The man was stabbed seven times, with fatal injuries to his chest and back. The woman was beheaded with one stab, and the girl..." The prison policeman was silent for a moment.
Victor looked at Lina's little face, which was pale and colorless. The little hand on her chest seemed to be holding something, and he gently opened her hand.
Bada
A badge fell to the ground, the national emblem of Mexico facing up.
Victor picked up the badge, put it in his hand, raised his head, and exhaled from his mouth, "Tal vez, me equivoqué." (Maybe, I was wrong.)
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