Chapter 79 Pay attention to people! (Additional updates!)
The capital of Tamaulipas, Ciudad Victoria.
In a private hospital called: Happy Heavenly Kingdom.
Abrego was pushing his uncle Juan Nepomuson for a walk in the garden.
Nepomuson, who looked tired, coughed and laughed at himself helplessly, "That's what happens when you get old. You have to run to the hospital every two days. It makes you worry about me."
Abrego's body was a little fat. He smiled and put his hand on Nepomuson's shoulder. "Uncle, what is this? You have put me on your shoulders since I was a child. If it weren't for you, I might have starved to death on the street." ”
"My little Abrego has grown up too." The old man always likes to recall and sigh, "I have grown old too."
"Don't worry, uncle. The doctors in this hospital are great. They will take good care of you. If you are not satisfied, just tell me and I can send doctors from the United States."
I don’t know if this “please” is a formal method.
"What else am I dissatisfied with? Compared with other old guys, at least I can die peacefully and not die on the street. This is already the greatest blessing."
Abrego looked at the age spots on Nepomussen's face. He could only sigh in his heart and give him a check in his final career.
Just when he was enjoying the rare good weather, a key member ran over and opened his mouth. When he saw Nepomuson, he closed it again.
"Go and do your work. Just let the nurse push me back." The old man understood the situation and patted the other person's arm. Abrego nodded, "Uncle, I'll come see you after I finish my work."
Nepomuson smiled and nodded.
Abrego left in a hurry with the backbone, and passed by a doctor wearing a mask. The doctor looked back at him, and then looked at Nepomuson. When he saw him alone, he walked over and said, "I Help you, sir."
Nepomussen raised his head. The old man was very cautious in nature and looked at the other person up and down. This was his "habit", but when he thought about it, this was a private hospital.
Most of the private hospitals in Mexico have "backgrounds".
Drug cartels, the government, and local gangs jointly funded it, and for what purpose?
It is a "protected residence" for some old drug dealers who want to retire. If you walk too much at night, you will always be afraid.
People.
The older you get, the more you fear death!
"Thank you, doctor." Nepomuson smiled. He looked like an ordinary old man. Who would have thought that he once monopolized local smuggling channels and brothels on the US-Mexico border in Matamoros?
The doctor nodded and pushed the wheelchair into the building.
Most of the drug lords live in single suites, which have three rooms and a bathroom, plus a TV, air conditioner and air purifier. The sheets are changed every day.
The doctor pushed Nepomuson into the room, who waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'll just do it myself, thank you."
"You're welcome, Mr. Nepomussen, but I was asked to bring you a message."
The doctor took off his mask, locked the door with his backhand, and leaned his head over, "Mr. Victor says hello to you!"
He grabbed Nepomuson's hair, covered his face and dragged him hard. Of course the latter struggled, but where did this old man get the strength to compete with a strong young man.
He was forcefully dragged out of the wheelchair and into the bathroom.
Directly press Nepomuson into the toilet!
The old man struggled hard.
But the toilet water penetrated hard through the nostrils and ears.
After a while, his whole body went limp.
If you don't believe it, you can find a toilet and test it yourself. Generally, you will choke on water quickly.
After letting go of his hand, Nepomuson fell to the ground, his whole face turned purple. The killer calmly turned on the faucet and washed his hands. Then he slowly took out a dark pen from his jacket pocket and wrote on the prominent wall of the room:
“Víctor te recuerda, por favor, respeta la ley!”
(Victor reminds you, please abide by the law!)
After the killer finished writing this, he picked up the wheelchair that fell on the ground, opened the door and left.
fingerprint?
Do people in Mexico still need anti-fingerprints to kill people?
If you have a temper, come and take revenge on me. If you have the ability, take my head away.
After the killer had left for three or four minutes, a caregiver with a relaxed look walked in, but within two seconds, he ran out screaming. His face was pale, but after running for two steps, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
When my colleagues ran over and saw this scene in the room, they were also horrified.
Abrego soon received the news.
He looked at Pomuson, who was staring at him, half-kneeling on one knee, reaching out to touch his eyes, taking a deep breath, and stood up with red eyes.
After walking out of the ward and looking at the trembling nursing staff standing at the door, Abrego said with no humanity in his tone: "I don't want to see them."
The drug dealer next to him grabbed the caregiver's hair and dragged her out like a dead dog.
The caregivers are screaming, begging for mercy, and crying loudly, but you want to make a bastard like a drug lord relent?
You might as well beg the Vatican to hang Tathagata.
"Boss, Luto y vicisitud (Contemplation!)."
Abrego's triangular eyes reflected ferocity, "Don't talk nonsense! Let Victor express his condolences!"
"Tell the people in Tijuana to kill Victor. I will give way to two American channels and introduce the products of the Colombian Cali Group to them!"
When the younger brother heard this, he almost said: Boss, think twice.
The look on Abrego's face made him shut up instantly. He didn't want to be stuffed into the toilet.
Everyone in the Gulf Group knows Nepomuson's place in Abrego's heart.
There are even rumors by some meddlesome people that the two are not uncle-nephew, but illegitimate children. It's not like Nepomussen doesn't have a son.
As for passing the position to a nephew?
There must be something fishy here.
But Abrego's power in the Gulf Group is too deep, but no one touches his brow.
He said it exactly!
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After Nepomuson died, Victor received a "point reminder".
He is a rather cautious person.
If I can't fuck you, Abrego, how can I still kill the uncle you care about most?
Since when has it become necessary to maintain fairness and justice?
Victor tells all drug dealers that he will do anything he wants!
Either you don't want to do it, or if you want to do it, it depends on who is guilty.
He was alone anyway.
And in order to prevent the family members of the prison guards from being coerced, he has also asked people to organize the "police apartment" and pick up their relatives in the past two days.
"Design a fort for me here!"
On Guadalupe Island, Victor moved 300 meters sideways to the edge of the pier and drew strokes on a hill to the side of the AK6 naval gun.
This hill is not high, only about 70 meters, but it is enough to overlook half of the island.
"You make an open one, and I'll put four anti-aircraft guns here. When people come from the sky, I'll masturbate, and when ships come from the sea, I'll level them."
Victor has suffered a lot.
If the Guatemalan special forces encounter this kind of operation again, I guarantee that they will be shot down and fed to the great white sharks at the beach.
Let me mention here, Victor asked Casare to throw the drugs into the sea...
Recently, great white sharks have been found to be acting strangely in the sea.
But nothing to do with Victor.
Do the animal rights people have artillery?
"Boss, if the Mexican government knew... would it..." Casare said next to him.
"Oh, yes, and the government." Victor patted his forehead as if he suddenly thought of it.
Should I ignore them like this?
"Casare, we are also official. When Alejandro comes, we can even ask him to move Baja California's security department here."
Then you can...
He is a loyal minister!
It was just a matter of borrowing Alejandro’s autograph.
He has no soldiers or generals under his command, so he calls himself a protective leader.
Casare waved his hands helplessly, and suddenly saw a police officer running towards him in the distance. He immediately cheered up, "What's wrong?"
"The new mayor of the state is here, and he has also brought with him the Guatemalan army's liaison officers. They are very aggressive and look like..."
Victor's ears were also perked up and he smiled when he heard this.
"Come in a team? It's great, we just happened to be in a team!"
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