Chapter 59 Long live!
That means this is not Victor's ship, otherwise, it would have crashed into it!
negotiation?
What's there to talk about with drug dealers?
But the captain disagreed and even hugged Casare's thigh and screamed.
After all, they are police officers who have to protect the "legitimate property" of "legitimate people".
Moreover, Victor also wants to hear what they have to say?
The four drug dealers climbed up the ladder on the side of the ship. When they reached the deck, they were held down. They were startled and struggled to resist.
"Don't be nervous, we are just checking if there are any contraband." Casare stood in front of them and said with a smile.
Bah…
A police officer pulls down a drug dealer's pants to reveal a Mickey Mouse icon.
"Hey, man, cover it up, Disney Legal is going to sue you," Casare joked.
"I just want to see if there is a bomb in his butt." The police officer touched the other person's buttocks seriously and sighed, "It's really round."
The drug dealer was so angry that he almost got up and fucked him. If it weren't for the dozens of guns pointing at him, he would have sworn he would have fucked him.
"Casare, this is very unfriendly!" The leading man was very thin and tried hard to break away, but the police officer's hand tightened. "Let me go, you fat pig, I am the representative." Tijuana is here to negotiate!”
It's not unexpected at all to be able to call out his name. It would be a dereliction of duty for the drug cartel if he didn't know.
"I have nothing to negotiate with the drug lord." Victor walked out of the cabin with a cigarette in his mouth. "How can justice compromise with evil?"
The man raised his head vigorously and laughed, "Victor, is your name Justice? How many people did you kill in Mexico City..."
"etc."
Victor suddenly stretched out his hand, "I'm sorry, can you exchange me for a cigarette before you talk about my glorious deeds? Thank you."
He smiled, then used the burnt cigarette butt to light a new cigarette for himself, "Please continue, by the way, let me emphasize to you again, that is not a human being, that is a drug dealer, that is a bastard!"
"have you understood?"
The man felt deeply insulted. Even a U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration agent would not dare to say such a thing in front of a top executive of a drug cartel.
His eyes were sinister and threatening, "You should understand that Baja California belongs to Tijuana. There will be no good consequences for going against us. I come here with sincerity. There is a check for 2 million US dollars in the box. You just need to guarantee us The route on Guadalupe Island is safe and will pay you dividends every year.”
"I know you live in a poor family, Victor, and this country is also very poor, but you should understand that as long as you don't go against us, you will have endless money. You don't want to sleep in a mansion every day, and then When you open your eyes, you can see seven or eight women lying next to you. Now... you just need to nod and you will have all of them!"
The man tried his best to bewitch and shouted, "What's the point of being a stinky policeman who only earns a few hundred dollars a month?"
Victor couldn't help but laugh out loud, which obviously made the other party a little angry, "Isn't that what I said? Let me tell you, even the governor of Baja California is one of ours. I just need to bribe your boss. Don't you think you can even bribe him?" Will they all be killed?"
"why not!"
Victor asked rhetorically, he spread his hands and looked at the police officers around him, "Guys, we come from the slums of Mexico, where drugs are rampant and full of blood and violence. The children there are ragged and lack the yearning for tomorrow, but even if I am punished by God and I will prove to all Mexicans that Mexico deserves its name!”
"I will definitely fight the drug dealers to the end!"
"Long live the great Mexico, long live the great anti-narcotics cause!"
The officers raised their weapons and cheered Victor's name.
It must be said that he has the ability to incite people.
"The others killed him, hung him with a rope around his neck, cut some blood on his arm, then threw him into the water and dragged him forward. I want to see if the great white shark eats him!"
"You can't kill me, my brother-in-law is Eduardo Arellano Felix from Tijuana!"
The man shouted loudly.
Victor looked at him, "I'm sorry, I can't notify him to save you. If necessary, I will send him to see you next time."
"Kill them."
Felix is actually one of the four Ramon brothers in Tijuana, the second eldest, nicknamed: "Doctor".
Several drug dealers heard Victor's order and became frantic. One of them pushed away the prison guard and tried to rush in front of Victor, but was punched to the ground by an EDM member who rushed up next to him.
He took out his dagger and stabbed him in the neck.
The Norwegian captain and several crew members in the distance could not help but tremble.
The drug dealer struggled on the deck like a dead fish, his eyes began to turn white, blood spurted out from his wounds, and his death was extremely tragic.
The drug dealers on the assault boat below realized something was wrong and fired a shot into the sky. They wanted to ask what happened, but they heard someone on the deck yelling "angrily", "The drug dealers have fired, fight back! Fight back!" "
"????"
Before the drug dealers on the assault boat could react, bullets were aimed at them. The weapons of this EDM reserve team were also very sophisticated.
Equipped with the Altimax machine gun produced by Singapore Chartered Industries, it weighs less than 10 kilograms, has good controllability and recoil, and is cheap, only requiring 670 points.
According to a small team of 10 people, 22 guns are equipped.
Using a machine gun to sweep down from a high position, still on the sea, such an unethical attack instantly caused blood to boil in the sea water.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
The official on the dock quickly picked up his binoculars and saw the scene of drug dealers being swept to death. He kept greeting Victor. When he finally saw the man tied with a rope and thrown off the boat, he shouted angrily "Idiot! I'm going to file a complaint against him, he's killing civilians in Baja California!"
No one paid attention to him.
They were shocked by this.
I have indeed heard of Victor Carlos Vieri’s name, but I never thought he could be so “bold!”
This is the Tijuana drug cartel!
Anyone who offends him will be killed regardless of gender or age.
A record number of people were killed in one day, filling the local morgue!
He also killed four subordinate mayors in Baja California one after another, which was extremely arrogant.
Here, you either cooperate with him or die.
Like Victor who resists.
I'm afraid it won't end well.
Of course Victor didn't know what the "cowards" on the shore were thinking. He looked at the man being dragged below.
"Boss, the shark is coming!" Casare said, pointing not far away with sharp eyes.
This is where great white sharks gather...
Victor looked in the direction Casare pointed, and sure enough he saw the shark with its dorsal fin exposed and came over smelling the smell of blood.
"You said, if a shark eats a drug dealer, will it get high?"
Casare: "???"
What kind of problem is this?
"Probably not."
Victor nodded thoughtfully, "That's good. From now on, the great white sharks on Guadalupe Island don't have to worry about running out of food."
Kasare's scalp suddenly went numb and he couldn't help but ask.
"Boss, do you believe in...Satan?"
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