Chapter 108 Heaven belongs to God, and the world belongs to me!
April 11, 1990.
Light rain.
Suitable for seeking death.
In the supermarket three kilometers away from the Plaza de Heroes in the south of Mexicali, the Mobile Terrorist Team (EDTV) occupied the place yesterday.
This building is the tallest in the neighborhood, about fifty meters tall.
There are 16 PK machine guns placed on the top, commanding from a high position, like beating a dog. If you want to break through this kind of firepower network, you will have to blow up the entire building.
In terms of heavy weapons, it is also equipped with rocket launchers, surface-to-air missiles, etc., with more than 200 people.
Except here, there are EDTVs on all surrounding floors and major buildings.
They will be responsible for the "chain defense" within five kilometers of the execution ground. The role of the EDTV is more like the berets used by the United States to sweep the battlefield for SEALs.
EDM and other Guadalupe Island police officers will be responsible for security internally.
If Victor was shot from five kilometers away, it would only mean that this was his destiny.
You must know that sniper kills at a distance of more than two thousand meters all occurred on the battlefield after the millennium. If drug dealers had this kind of technology, would they still be here being beaten by Victor?
The center of Heroes' Square.
A 3-meter-high pole was erected, and Zambada was tied up like a dead dog. This big drug dealer, who had been active for decades, was in a very embarrassed state.
Parked in front of him was a 120mm M1981 self-propelled cannon!
If you say 120mm, it’s 120mm, and Victor will never discount it.
There were more than a dozen cameras pointed at him around him.
His appearance was broadcast on television, and loudspeakers announced his "accomplishments."
Early in the morning, there were already many people watching the TV.
They stared, wanting to see what was the difference between Zambada and ordinary people?
But they were disappointed.
Perhaps the biggest difference is that the other person seems to have good living conditions.
Alexandra Konstantinovich got up early in the morning and looked at the man on the TV with red eyes.
He won't forget!
At that time, it was he who rushed into his home with his men, shot his father to death, stepped on his head and said arrogantly, "If you reject Sinaloa's goodwill, you will face death!"
He didn't know why the other person didn't shoot him.
Maybe...disdain?
Do you care about a reptile's hatred?
But the arrogant "drug trafficker" in Mexico is now more depressed than anyone else.
And in the floor box on one side of the square.
The Mexican cardinal kept persuading Victor that he should give up the death penalty, which was disrespectful to life.
Why do Mexico and many countries not have the death penalty? Because they believe that everyone has the right to live, and the same goes for criminals. If the judge sentences him to death, then the judge is also committing a crime. This is their concept.
This is simply nonsense.
"God's purpose is to love the world so that everyone can be forgiven." The cardinal was very old and spoke like an endorsement.
Victor felt sleepy after hearing this, "Then why did you burn those innocent people of yours who thought they were possessed by Satan in the Middle Ages?"
As soon as these words came out, the old man's face immediately turned green, "That is God's will!"
"Is God's will for you to make money by relying on indulgence scrolls? Or is it for you to rely on your faith to do evil? Don't think that I don't know what you are doing in private, Mr. Bishop!" Victor squinted his eyes with a very evil look.
After glancing over, the bishop could only be described in one sentence: sanctimonious!
No wonder when the later "Liberation Theology" bosses apologized for the many scandals within the church, they were accused by so many people. It turns out that these people were already dirty.
Victor leaned forward, stared at the other person with a sense of oppression, laughed out loud, stretched out his hand and patted the other person's old face, the wrinkled face trembled under his force, "Don't make me angry, otherwise, I don’t respect the old and love the young.”
The cardinal's mouth was filled with anger and his brain was congested. With his status, a lot of people came to flatter him when he went to Mexico City. In order to show the Vatican's respect for Mexico, the Pope even came to Mexico City in person.
But in front of this little policeman, if he repeatedly insults himself, isn’t this insulting God?
"Victor! You are following the path of Satan!" This sentence is very serious, almost equivalent to ostracizing him from the mainstream European and American society based on "Western mythology".
Kasare was nervously shaking his hands next to him.
idiot!
Run away, why are you still here?
Do you think your head can handle the 120mm caliber?
The cardinal came forward because the Sinaloa drug cartel was one of the church's donors and helped the Mexican General Church establish 11 churches across the country.
This thing…
He gave me money!
This is the financial owner. If he is dead, what will they eat and drink?
"Satan?"
Victor stood up suddenly, which frightened the bishop, who gave him a sudden shake.
“Heaven belongs to God and earth belongs to me!”
"I tried a drug dealer. If I say he is guilty, he is guilty. Do you want me to release him? No problem. Be careful in the next life and don't commit crimes!"
"You can ask the Vatican how many divisions they can send!"
"As long as the caliber is big, I believe in God."
Victor waved, and several police officers rushed in from the door and dragged him and two followers away. He was not crazy enough to kill the other party now.
At the very least, there must be almost ten thousand troops under his command.
He knew that the other party had committed many crimes, including smuggling, drug trafficking, forcing women, and even human trafficking, but... there was no way, sometimes, identity and status also determined the time of your death.
"It won't be long, the reckoning won't be long!"
Casare breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately... the old man was not dead.
"Boss, it's time!" He looked at his watch and said softly.
Victor nodded, "Execution!"
Casare picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to give an order when gunshots and explosions suddenly broke out all around.
There are also deafening mountain cries: "Kill Victor! Kill the tyrant!"
"Kill the police!"
"Kill Victor!"
Casare looked at the boss nervously, but Victor calmly took out the cigarette and held it in his mouth, "Fuck them to death!"
…
"Kill them!"
The supermarket standing on the only way to Heroes Square became the target of the attack. The EDTV in charge opened fire with PK machine guns.
If you look from the sky at this time, you can see many drug dealers rushing out of the surrounding alleys. These people look like cannon fodder!
The weapons in his hands even include old gadgets from World War II.
The eight PK machine guns facing him were spitting bullets.
The unprotected drug dealers were swept to death like straw.
One of the fastest drug dealers, holding a Mas Mle 1936. Old antiques are very common in the anti-drug war. Even though they are old, the bullets in the barrel can still kill people.
Before he could even take two steps, combat rapid fire: 658 rounds/min of PK machine gun bullets pierced through his eyes. After running two steps with inertia, he fell heavily to the ground.
The police officer held down the upper cover of the machine gun with his left hand. The thing jumped a little, the undulation was a bit high, and the whole body was shaking, and he almost couldn't hold it down!
Lao Maozi's products may look rough, but their power is truly real!
Whether in the hot deserts of the Middle East, the snowy plateaus with thin air, the hot and humid subtropical jungles, or the conflict-ridden African continent, he will not go on strike.
Let me tell you directly, what is the art of macho!
In just 5 minutes, more than 2,000 rounds of ammunition were poured out...
The drug dealers who were beaten collapsed holding their heads.
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