Chapter 111 If God Forgets Mexico, Victor's Soldiers Will Execute Justice!

Chapter 111 If God Forgets Mexico, Victor's Soldiers Will Execute Justice!

late at night.

The chirping of birds and the roaring of unknown animals was a little shuddering.

A post about 3 kilometers from Mexicali.

There are 6 soldiers guarding here, but they are not affiliated with any of Victor's troops, but government troops sent by the Mexican government, the same troops whose boss was beheaded in the "massage parlor".

Instead of disbanding, they were sent to guard the surrounding area.

While they were hiding inside, drinking some wine.

"Hey, do you think the policeman from Guadalupe Island is a fool? He is trying to ban drugs? Is this drug so easy to ban? Even if he kills so many drug dealers, I admit that he is powerful, but he can kill 7 million Mexicans. Drug dealer?"

"Does he dare?!"

There was a soldier who had drunk too much and was obviously drunk. His face was all red and he looked drunk. "After today, I will go to my cousin tomorrow. He is in Juarez. I will follow him to enjoy the hot and spicy food." It’s better than being a soldier here.”

"Okay, shut up!" The second lieutenant frowned, "You drank too much."

"Did I say something wrong? Anti-drug! With the anti-drug policy, how can we eat and how can we support our family? How much more can you, a second lieutenant, earn than us?"

Before the soldier could finish speaking, his comrade covered his mouth, "Stop talking, stop talking nonsense, platoon leader, he is like this because he drank too much."

The second lieutenant's expression was gloomy, but suddenly his ears twitched. He picked up his weapon and ran out, not forgetting to say, "Here comes someone!"

The other soldiers hurriedly picked up their weapons, but as for the drunk...

He was lying on the ground like mud, breathing out of his nostrils.

When the second lieutenant and his group ran out, they happened to see a black off-road vehicle approaching. He ordered people to turn on the bright lights and shouted in Spanish, "Stop! Otherwise we will shoot!"

The off-road vehicle stopped 20 meters away. The driver got out of the driving seat. The driver raised his hand with a bag in his hand and said, "Don't shoot."

He slowly moved to a distance of more than ten meters and threw the bag in his hand directly over.

It just fell in front of the second lieutenant and others.

The dollar bills inside fell out.

"There is $100,000 here, let's borrow a way."

This is a drug dealer!

Who bribed the sentry with money at night?

Who else but a criminal?

The eyes of the soldier next to him lit up and his breathing became rapid. At the same time, he looked at the second lieutenant, who took a deep breath and said, "Get out of the car and check!"

The driver's face sank and he looked back at the off-road vehicle.

And there was also a big shot in the car.

Zambada's younger brother, Ismael Zambada Weeks, nicknamed "Sinaloa Wild Leopard", and his other brother were quite ferocious on the battlefield, leading people to attack the first line of defense. But he died pretty quickly.

The brother was directly hit by an anti-aircraft machine gun!

The "Sinaloa Wild Leopard" turned into a wild boar and ran around. Fortunately, he ran fast and saved his life.

"$200,000!" the driver shouted.

"Get out of the car!" the second lieutenant yelled.

Several soldiers nearby looked at each other, then swallowed, and at the same time pressed the second lieutenant directly to the ground, holding his head hard.

"Platoon leader, why do you want to prevent us from making a fortune!"

"Platoon commander, it's up to you to die!"

Several soldiers shouted loudly, and then one of them took out a bayonet and fiercely penetrated the second lieutenant's neck, and the sharp blade was stuck on the ground.

The second lieutenant's eyes widened and he struggled hard, but his strength gradually weakened. His whole body twitched and he died.

The soldiers rushed to each other and picked up the US dollars on the ground. They looked at the money in their hands and looked up at the driver, "Where is the rest of the money?"

The driver breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Mexico is still Mexico, and there are only a few people like the Guadalupe Island Police Department.

Most people still like money!

The driver returned to the car to get the money and threw it to them. The soldiers pulled the railing aside and watched the SUV disappear into the darkness.

"The second lieutenant is dead, what should we do now?" one of the soldiers said.

The others looked at each other.

"Then go join the drug dealers! Who are you going to fight for anyway? With the money, we can live comfortably for a while." Someone suggested.

This method was immediately approved by everyone, and they ran away after dividing the money.

On the lonely sentry post, there was a solitary body of a second lieutenant. He stared and looked into the distance, which was exactly the direction of Mexicali.

He also bought the wine in the sentry.

At the edge of the sky, the darkness was gradually disappearing, but...the darkness also swallowed up a lot of wonderful things, and some people fell before the sun rose the next day.

When the soldiers who came to take over saw this scene, the corpses had been eaten clean by wild dogs, and they hurriedly reported the incident.

When Victor received the news, he was also shocked.

"Are you saying that the sacrificed second lieutenant was from the Gorostita family?"

Kasare also nodded with a heavy face.

This surname represents "hero" in Baja California. They are a well-known police family. They have been cracking down on drug traffickers since they began in Mexico more than 100 years ago.

A total of 17 people died.

"When Camarena died in 1985, there were actually two Mexican police officers. One of them was Pietra Gorostita. He had 71 stab wounds on his body at that time. It is estimated that 7 adrenaline injections were administered, and this one The second lieutenant is his only adult child."

Casare's voice was low, "He was in college at the time, and then he was admitted to the anti-drug force in Baja California."

"There is one brother and one sister left in their family, but they are not yet adults. Their lives are difficult. They are said to live in the slums, and neither of them has studied."

Victor let out a long breath and felt a tightness in his chest, "Fuck Mexico!"

The heroes of this country have fallen to this point. Is it sad? Or lamentable?

What about the pension?

What about the care afterwards?

It's all rubbish!

Victor suppressed the roar in his heart and took a deep puff of cigarette, "Take someone to pick them up. I will host a banquet for these heroes and the families of the heroes who died in the most luxurious place in Mexicali."

"Let all the high-ranking officials who are still breathing in Mexicali come."

"If they don't come."

Victor narrowed his eyes, "Then use the armored vehicle to crush them to death!"

...

Millia Mires Gorostita struggled to hold a wooden barrel. She had her brother's tattered clothes in it.

She was only 9 years old, but she knew her brother's hardship. Since her father died, her mother also fell ill and died. It was her brother who raised them up.

Do what you can to the best of your ability.

His small body was holding the big basin by the river, looking very lonely.

Bang

A stone hit not far in front of her, and the splashing water scared Milia. She screamed, and there were sounds of laughter and playfulness next to her.

Milia turned her head and saw a few gangsters standing there pointing at her, about 18 or 19 years old.

"Hey! Where is your brother who is a soldier? Did he die today?" A young man with dyed yellow hair shouted.

Milia lowered her head and said nothing. They often bullied her. It is said that their parents are drug dealers, but not in Mexicali, but in the north.

"Isn't he dead? Tell your brother not to go out, otherwise many people outside will kill him. Do you know how many people died yesterday?" Someone cursed, "He will be killed sooner or later!"

Milia still didn't speak. She was used to accepting it.

But this made the bastards even more unscrupulous. One of the young men, about 18 years old, rushed forward and kicked over Milia's basin. Seeing her brother's clothes fall into the river, she reached out to pick them up in a panic, but accidentally fell into the river.

Instantly, all the river water poured into her mouth. She raised her hands and shouted for help in panic.

The young people on the shore laughed loudly and threw stones.

"Sure enough!"

"The bastards of drug dealers can only be bastards!" A long-suppressed angry voice sounded from behind them.

The "new recruit" Gan Carlos, who was tied with gauze, looked at the bastards in front of him with red eyes, then took out a gun and pointed it at them.

"Even if justice is sacrificed, it will not be the turn of darkness to hang high in the sky!"

He fired directly, bang bang bang!!

If God forgets Mexico.

Then Victor's soldiers will enforce justice!

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