Chapter 80 Do you know where the gate to the military court is?

Zacatecas.

A strong man in a black short-sleeved shirt walked out of Walmart supermarket, with a large tattoo on his shoulder, a sturdy body, and a thick beard.

He got on a pickup truck with the food he bought in his hand, and through the mirror he could see two people sitting inside.

When the vehicle was about to start, a van was seen blocking in front of them, scaring the driver to brake, angrily honking the horn, and then sticking his head out and cursing.

The door of the van opened.

Four fully armed men jumped down from it, wearing skull masks, and one of them held a shotgun and "jumped" at the driver's head!

It was like opening a watermelon.

The rest of the people opened the car door, dragged the remaining two people down and pressed them to the ground.

"LS Luo, where is Benjamin?"

Kennedy Heisenberg stood in front of him and asked the short-sleeved strong man, who stared at him and didn't answer.

"Pah!"

A slap came over.

"Where is Benjamin?!"

But the other person's face was swollen after being slapped, but he just resisted, "I don't know."

Kennedy was too lazy to say anything, he took out his pistol and pointed it at his head and fired decisively, looking at the other person, "Where is Benjamin?"

"I... I don't know, I really don't know, I'm just an ordinary good citizen." The man was scared.

"Hood!" Kennedy waved his hand.

The police officer standing behind put a plastic bag directly over the other person's head and tightened it hard. The bag became foggy all of a sudden. He struggled hard, gasping for air in panic, and then quickly became extremely short of oxygen.

When the bag was opened, the man gasped for air.

"I don't know, I don't know." He was still muttering in his mouth.

It's not that they are really that hard-core, but if they get out of Benjamin's position, the people of the Tijuana Group will definitely kill them!

The Benjamin brothers are notoriously cruel, and with the guidance of the "Godfather" Gallardo, they are very cautious!

"Take off your pants!"

Kennedy took a stick from the van and handed it to one of the policemen, while the rest of the policemen turned him over and pulled down his pants.

"Give it to me!" Another policeman nicknamed "Leopard Lion" grabbed the stick and said sternly, "Do you want to make your ass bloom? I promise that you will only like men for the rest of your life."

The anus was a little painful.

Which man can bear this?

The tone of his voice was crying, "There will be an engagement party for Benjamin's sister in Masamitra tonight. At that time, all the senior executives of the Tijuana Group will show up, no one else."

Kennedy nodded and patted his face, "Thank you, kill him."

"Leopard Lion" grabbed his hair and fired three shots at his head.

The group got into the van and left in style.

After a few minutes, the Walmart security guard came out tremblingly. Seeing the body on the ground, he swallowed his saliva before choosing to call the police.

It's okay... It won't affect business.

The van drove directly to an abandoned factory, which was a temporary stop.

Victor received a message from his old boss "Alejandro" that he was going to take office in Lower California, and he wanted to make some achievements for him.

If Alejandro knew that he had such a good subordinate, he would definitely curse him to death happily.

In fact, the fundamental reason is that Victor can't stay on the island all the time. He will use this as a springboard and then "march" into Lower California. The Tijuana drug cartel entrenched here is the first to be eliminated.

Kennedy will bring people here first to see if there is a chance to kill the Benjamin brothers?

At that time, such a large organization will be leaderless, which will be easier to attack.

"Boss, how do we break into the hotel at night?"

"Kill all the drug dealers and walk in openly." Kennedy was very frugal with words.

The remaining EDM police officers looked at each other.

So rude?

At least there is a plan, right?

"As long as we eliminate everyone, no one will know we are assassins."

Kennedy pushed a table away and patted the ground. He heard a hollow sound. He found the pull ring and pulled it hard. A thick smell came to his face.

"Go down. There are things prepared by the boss inside."

Three police officers went down with gas masks. After a while, they dragged out a box with a skull painted on it.

It was also written in Spanish: Armas químicas, peligrosas! (Chemical weapons! Dangerous!)

Several police officers looked at each other and they immediately understood what was inside.

"Boss, this will be brought to the military court, right?"

Kennedy glanced, "Do you know that the door of the military court opens in that direction?"

He paused, "Besides, the boss will go to jail."

Police officers: "???"

"This is not a necessity. If everything goes well, we don't need this at all. It just gives us a kind of comfort in our hearts."

This thing...

The lethality is still too abnormal.

When Victor arrived at the dock in a Hummer, he saw a police officer confronting seven or eight people, many of whom were wearing Guatemalan military uniforms.

A man with slightly dark skin, who didn't know if he had Guatemalan ancestry, pointed at a police officer and sprayed feces. Victor heard what the other person said from a distance.

But in the blink of an eye, all the information about the other party came out.

Carlos Ruiz Felix

Male!

Guadalupe Island's new mayor.

Senior member of the Tijuana drug cartel.

Cousin Benjamin Felix.

In 1987, when Governor Rafael Marquez was campaigning, more than 200 people rallied to demand his resignation due to his corruption.

The governor became furious and threatened: "Show them some color."

Within a few hours, a mixed force of armed militants and police attacked a group of marching students. The masked militants opened fire on the spot and the crowd fled in all directions. Six students died and more than 20 people were injured.

The head of the police force at the time was Carlos Ruiz Felix.

He watched helplessly as the marchers were massacred.

This incident didn't cause any commotion at all at the time. There was the governor at the top and the Tijuana drug cartel at the bottom. He could only stay in it for two years at most.

This time I finally waited for the opportunity and it was my turn to take the lead.

"Kill him!"

Victor never asks why he became a scumbag, he just does it!

The EDM police officer driving the vehicle nodded when he heard this and stepped on the accelerator. The Hummer's engine roared so loudly that everyone on the dock turned their attention to it.

I saw a Hummer rushing towards the crowd at a very fast speed.

Several Guatemalan soldiers who reacted quickly were frightened and quickly moved out of the way, but some were unable to dodge and were knocked to the ground.

A dog in the distance was so frightened that it stood up with its tail between its legs.

The Humvee directly knocked Carlos Ruiz three or four meters away, without slowing down, and directly ran over his head!

With a kick of his legs, his eyes... and his head were all gone.

Victor got out of the car and looked at the crushed head underground. He frowned, "There are drug cartels on the island, and the new mayor and Guatemalan external staff were all killed!"

Casaredo was shrewd. He pointed the machine gun in the car at the remaining personnel and directly pulled the trigger to sweep them away.

Damn it, I didn’t even let anyone else speak.

No freedom at all!

I'm sorry, Uncle Victor is "dictating" here!

"Throw it overboard and feed it to the sharks."

"Boss, if the state asks us for drug dealers, what should we do?" Casare thought more comprehensively.

Victor glanced briefly and pointed at the dog that stood up and stuck out its tongue, "I think he is the leader of the drug cartel."

Casare's face twitched, and he choked out a sentence, "Boss, dogs can't shoot, can they?"

"Maybe the dogs on Guadalupe are smarter?"

"It's their business whether they believe it or not. Since they all believe in the existence of God, why can't they believe that this dog is a drug dealer? Isn't this a double standard? It doesn't matter whether they think so. The important thing is that I think it is, and it has to be yes!"

"Then...what are you going to do?"

Victor's eyes flashed, "Do you eat dog meat?"

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