Chapter 62: Betray brother, cheat and frame others
Alberto Lopez Portillo (Alberto) pinched open the upper collar of his suit in displeasure.
As the speaker of "Reclusos en confinamiento" (Confined Prisoners), his family has been operating on Guadalupe Island since 60 years ago.
This is one of the important US-Mexico routes, very close to the US state of California. It earns a lot of money every year by kidnapping tourists, smuggling people and selling drugs.
Unlike the old school of drug dealers, Alberto has studied and is a top student at Cambridge University Business School. He wants to bring together all the drug dealers on the island. He wants to learn from "The Godfather" Gallardo to implement unified management and unified collection. Money, unified delivery system.
He believed that Guadalupe Island alone could feed many people.
Just when he was full of ambition and ready to show off his skills...
Victor is here!
He came up suddenly and suddenly, it was not civilized at all, and the drug dealers were caught off guard. Can't you come up and talk about it?
From Alberto's perspective, the drug dealers on Guadalupe Island were being forced to fight back!
When he heard that the TV station was being attacked, he yelled loudly even though he had always been calm. In his new square system, this place was his important publicity window. The most important thing is that the Portillo family can make money every year from the TV station. A lot of money.
He came with gunners to support him.
"Go! Kill a policeman and you'll get a reward of $500!"
The drug dealers who got off the pickup truck were driven forward by the gangsters like cattle and sheep.
It really doesn’t involve tactics at all.
You can do this when you meet the Mexican military and police, but when you meet EDM (Mexican Lions), aren't you a target?
As soon as he stepped within range, he was met with crossfire.
They can't even break through the defense line.
A drug dealer carrying a rocket launcher squatted half-crouched and fired a round towards the second floor!
"RPG!!!"
Phew
bong!
The huge shock wave blew the EDM members beside the window flying out. They fell to the ground and vomited blood. Half of their arms were gone and all were blown to pieces. Kennedy Heisenberg ran over and took out a tourniquet and a tourniquet from the side of his shoulder. Cotton pads bound his wounds.
But the impact was too great, and his eyes dimmed after a while.
Kennedy paused and realized that there was no hope. As a commander, he calmly dragged the bodies of his comrades aside and directed others to continue to resist.
Victor, who was at the police station, also received a request for help, and also saw the number of people redeemed from the golden finger: 74/80, a total of 6 people were killed!
Of course, this can be replenished.
But it also shows that the battle is fierce.
Victor quickly organized a rescue, leaving 60 police officers stationed at the police station, and the rest went to support.
The two TPz-1 armored vehicles were covered with protective fences to reduce the possibility of being hit by rocket launchers. The police officers inside the vehicles rubbed their faces nervously.
Most of them turned out to be just prison guards.
Fire and little experience.
You have to pull it out and practice!
Wearing a body armor, Victor boarded the SA.321Ja helicopter and headed towards the TV station.
Alberto's whole body was boiling with emotion. He also tore off the face he had been pretending so well and cursed ferociously, "Trash! They are all trash!"
The 200 people were so stunned that they didn't even rush in to the TV station.
The drug dealer leader next to him glanced at him. They were not very satisfied with the new talker. The brothers had all gone up to fight with real swords and guns. Are you taking command from behind?
Your hair is a little longer than others.
"Boss, police support is coming!"
The boy next to him was holding a phone in his hand and said nervously. Alberto was startled when he suddenly heard a mechanical noise. He raised his head and saw a helicopter approaching from far away.
You can clearly feel that the drug dealers are a little panicked.
You are bombarded by helicopters every day and can't get down. Does your head hurt?
"Alberto, withdraw! The police's firepower is too strong. Let's find a way to buy some more heavy weapons and blow up these two helicopters by then."
There was a leader advising next to him, but his tone didn't sound like he was discussing at all. After the other party finished speaking, he directly asked the drug dealer to withdraw.
Alberto was so angry that his teeth itched!
The Portillo family is essentially a criminal syndicate, and you little brat want to take over? You are not qualified.
Just like the Gulf Group, logically it belongs to the Abrego family, but after he was arrested, his son and nephew were unable to become interlocutors, so they had no choice but to join forces with Cardenas, and later they He was kicked away.
The crime syndicate is not the throne.
You say inheritance is inheritance?
Alberto felt that these old immortals were in the way, but he held it back and looked at them with evil eyes. He looked at the helicopter in the sky, frowned, and twitched his fingers to pull his confidant over. He whispered in his ear, "Go to the police and tell them where Litokwa and the others are hiding."
The younger brother was stunned immediately and his tongue was tied, "Boss..."
Litokwa is the second-in-command of the family, the drug dealer who called him by his first name just now. He has a close relationship with Alberto and should be his cousin.
He wanted to use the police to kill the other party.
Drug dealers are drug dealers, and internal strife will never be forgotten at any time.
Even "El Chapo" Guzman, who was later boasted, had five special skills: betrayal, betrayal of brothers, cheating, framing, and seducing his sister-in-law!
What kind of moral integrity do you want from criminals?
People who can even put down their moral bottom line and commit crimes have very low moral integrity.
Victor?
He's just morally flexible.
Anyway, the power of final interpretation is in his hands, so who can call him rough.
Under Alberto's gaze, the confidant could only agree.
But there is despair about the future.
How can the bosses fight with the police when they are so at odds with each other?
Moreover, he also felt that Alberto did not seem to be a capable person. He was narrow-minded and mean. Should he sell him out to the "second boss"?
When he thought of this, his confidant couldn't help but glance at Alberto.
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"Boss, they have withdrawn. Do you want to pursue them?" The observer on the helicopter roared, but the sound was not loud enough to be heard. The noise was too loud.
Victor put on his goggles and looked down. The drug dealers were drifting in their pickup trucks.
"Go down first!" Victor made a downward movement.
The pilot made an OK gesture, and the helicopter landed on the roof of the TV station, where someone was already waiting.
Victor jumped down from above vigorously, patted Kennedy on the shoulder and praised him, covering his ears with one hand, "Can the live broadcast room be used?"
"Can!"
Victor nodded, flicked his fingers, and signaled to lead the way.
After going down the stair door, the air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder, including corpses and debris.
"There are still 11 people from the TV station surviving..."
"I remember that the intelligence prepared by Best said that there are more than 20 staff here?" Victor looked at Kennedy, who was silent. He immediately understood, "Drug dealers are all beasts!"
"I want to expose this cruel method to all the islanders of Guadalupe!"
"Boss, do you want me to find someone to prepare a speech for you?"
"Any of the police officers are college students?"
Everyone was silent.
Whoever is a college student working as a police officer in Mexico would have emigrated long ago.
Those who are able to read and read have grown up in wealthy families. It has always been the case that the poor have stayed where they are.
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