Chapter 160 Don’t go to a lawyer to commit a crime, go to a mage!
Are you fucking using a shotgun to ask if we still have any members in the club?
Mr. Police, we are three good students!
"Check their criminal records and lock up those with records."
"Will those who have been detained be detained again?" Piette asked in a low voice.
"Quan! After I came out, I didn't study hard and fooled around every day. I was sent to prison to use a sewing machine."
Anyway, the prison is in desperate need of manpower.
"Where is Felix the Locomotive in Block 12?" Sweet said to the little girl holding a shotgun in one hand.
The other person trembled with fright, "In the Sexo y drogas (sex and drugs) bar."
Sweet was happy when he heard the name, "Contact EDN and let's go see together. In what era do you still dare to call it this name? Bring the rocket launcher, TMD."
Why don't you call me "Silly Victor"?
It will definitely be "as bright as a summer flower" by then.
"Grandma! Grandma!" The little boy over there was still crying, his voice was hoarse.
Sweet frowned, "Contact the funeral home, and then ask your colleagues to contact the family. If... there is no one left, send him to an orphanage."
His chest is very tight now.
In the past, there was nothing he could do. As a policeman, he had to be charged protection fees by society members on the road!
Can you relate to this?
With no action from above and no one to support them, the police below just muddle along.
If drug dealers are the psoriasis of Mexico, then gangs are the product of social formation. These two are different, or the ways of obtaining funds are different.
For example, some of the most famous gangs in the United States rely on fighting and grabbing territory to collect protection fees. How many gangs are more powerful than drug dealers?
In the "Miami Drug War" that took place in the late 1970s, drug dealers led by Colombian female drug lord Blanco, nicknamed "Black Widow", suppressed local gangs to death.
There is no ability to resist at all.
Well, Blanco was part of the Medellin Cartel at the time.
Can even the so-called five major mafia families beat drug dealers?
They can't dispatch tens of thousands of armed gunmen.
"Piet!!"
Sweet suddenly called out, and the other party turned his head in confusion, and saw his brother, lowering his voice and even trembling in his tone.
"I've been suppressing it for a long time now."
Piette looked at him deeply, "Then go blow their heads off!"
"Sexo y drogas Bar" is on the busiest street in Block 12. The environment here is slightly better, but only slightly.
At the door, you can also see a drunkard peeing openly.
In the alley next to him, the street girl holding a cigarette in her mouth glanced at him with a mocking smile on her lips, as if she was mocking him for being like this.
Originally, there were people smoking drugs on the street, but because the drug dealers died so tragically, the only ones who could leave their corpses behind were those who had done good things in their previous lives. They were also afraid, so they could only come here secretly.
Buzz
The rapid sirens suddenly came closer and closer.
Are there still police cars on 12th Street?
Many curious "locals" looked over and saw three police cars driving past.
The car also says EDN (Emergency Emergency Team throughout Mexico).
"Man, are you sure that turning on the loudspeaker won't disturb them?" Piette turned around and asked, "What if the drugs are destroyed?"
"How could the police come secretly? Destroy it? Didn't he say he didn't have it? I think he did!"
The police car parked opposite the bar. Dozens of police officers got out of the car and saw a yellow car driving slowly from a distance. It planned to park in front of the bar. The doors were open. Sweet stepped forward and kicked the door back. .
"Get lost! This place is closed at night."
The middle-aged man driving the car looked at the battle and nodded quickly.
Sweet rushed into the bar with others. The music inside was very exciting, the air was filled with the smell of "deoxyribose", and there were people on the stage shaking their heads and acting like epilepsy.
Piette and his men went to turn on the light.
The dark bar suddenly became brighter, and Sweet glanced out of the corner of his eye to see many men and women hurriedly putting on their clothes at the booths in the corner.
"Police inspection!"
This sentence really never comes up in Tijuana.
The people in the bar were also confused and looked at each other.
"After receiving clues that there is illegal activity here, get up. Men stand on the left and women stand on the right." A police officer shouted.
"Officer, where are you standing if you're not a man or a woman?" A young man with a bare upper body and dyed yellow hair laughed loudly and shouted, surrounded by his companions who laughed when they heard his words.
The police officer turned to look at Sweet, who walked over and stared at Huang Mao, who still held his head high, looking very unconvinced.
Sweet smiled, pulled out the gun, pointed it at his balls, and pulled the trigger!
bong!
Exploded!
"Ouch!!!!" Huang Mao lay on the ground, twitching, rolled his eyes, screamed twice, and survived.
"Neither male nor female, die in the middle!"
Sweet pointed to the man and woman next to him who immediately shut up, "Stand still!"
Now they are more obedient than anyone else.
The police in Tijuana are so brave!
"Officer! Officer!"
A middle-aged man with dreadlocks ran down from the second floor, rubbing his hands, "How can I help?"
As he spoke, he stuffed a wad of money in his hand.
"Where's Felix Hills? I'm looking for him." Sweet pushed his hand away and said calmly, "Ask me something."
The middle-aged man was startled and said, "The police officer is a bit unfamiliar. He has just been transferred here. Our money for this month has been paid."
Sweet's expression changed. It looked like there was a protective umbrella here.
"Go up and have a look."
Piet, who was next to him, pushed aside the middle-aged man and was about to go up to the second floor with others when he heard a yell, "Who told you to come up here!"
He raised his head and saw a black man walking down. His beard was a bit white and he looked nondescript.
Sweet glanced at him up and down, "Felix Hills?"
The other party looked at him wildly, and when he saw his police rank, his face showed obvious impatience and disdain.
"CNMD! Are you looking down on me?"
Sweet slapped him in the face, took the rifle of the police officer next to him, and hit the black man who fell on the ground hard. When the middle-aged man with dreadlocks saw this and was about to rush forward, Piet pointed the gun at him. he.
Grabbing the black man's hair, Sweet pushed him against the railing, blood dripping from the railing along his brow bone.
"If the police ask, you answer yes or no!"
"Show me your face? Who do you think you are?!"
Sweet pulled his head and banged it hard, "Answer me, is it Felix Hills?"
"Yes" The other party was obedient now.
"Have you ever smuggled drugs, trafficked people, or forced girls into prostitution?"
How should others answer this question?
Will anyone come to a regular bar?
Sweet understood, let go, pointed at Felix Hills, and faced Piet, "Shoot him!"
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The black man who fell to the ground opened his eyes wide when he heard these two words. When two police officers came over and took his arms, he really panicked, "I want to call a lawyer! I want to call a lawyer!"
“In Baja California, you don’t need to call a lawyer to commit a crime, call him a lawyer!”
The police officers dragged Felix Hills outside the door, kicked him to his knees and fell to the ground. One person pulled his head, and the other held a pistol to his head from behind, jumping up and down!
Fired three times!
The corpse knelt on the ground for a while, then fell into an S shape.
When the homeless man smoking a cigarette leaning against the wall saw this scene, he took a breath and sucked the cigarette butt he picked up directly into his mouth.
The young lady was so frightened that she ran away in high heels.
The drunk one was still lying on the ground snoring.
The sound of gunfire reached the bar, and the group of men and women who were dancing wildly hugged each other and trembled.
They are not afraid of the sky or the earth, they are just afraid of caliber.
"Search the inside carefully, even the toilet must be dismantled." Sweet said with a gloomy face.
One night, 15 neighborhoods in Tijuana were raided.
Of course not everything was smooth sailing, there was a shootout and the local gangs were very uncooperative.
Then suppress it!
(Mexican Emergency Response Team) EDN directly mobilized armored vehicles to "physically" persuade the gang members who were stubbornly resisting.
All stowaways and refugees are required to log in.
The person sitting in Tijuana now is "Caliber God Victor", not "God Loves the World".
The next day, as soon as Victor arrived at the office, Casare walked in with documents in his hand.
"Boss, this is the result of last night's action."
Victor took a sip of water, took over and turned two pages, listening to Casare's words, "A total of 32 tons of drugs were seized, of which 11 tons were at most in the 12th block, 172 criminals were killed, and 1,312 women were rescued. , they found it at a pier in the 10th block, stuffed into a container, to be shipped to Europe."
"In addition to these, we also destroyed an illegal organ trafficking medical facility in District 7 and found 17 kidneys, 21 livers, and 2 hearts, which were to be sent to the United States."
"There is also a smuggling network that organizes people to smuggle people across the country by boat from the beach to Santiago. But in a van in District 13, we found 78 people, but 31 of them had died of lack of oxygen."
Each of these cold numbers is a life.
Victor's face turned gloomy upon hearing this.
"asshole!"
He smashed the documents on the table. "Such a large quantity means that these industrial chains are already deeply rooted here. If you continue to check, I don't believe that they don't have a protective umbrella behind them. In addition, they have announced human smuggling and organ trafficking." And gun trading is the same as drug trafficking, if caught, shoot!”
In Mexico, you are not suitable for using "gentle" methods at all. God has to say "fuck you!"
This location is so good. The 3,169-kilometer U.S.-Mexico border is filled with crime, and half of it is in hell.
It is said that some people smoked cows and cows just to run to the other side.
"We cannot stop teaching local communities, we must continue to crack down hard, repair three more prisons in Baja California, and ask them to produce us some sunshades or other tools that tourists need."
"We can pull some well-behaved criminals from Alpine Prison and let them serve as managers. We want to bring the "Alpine Prison Style" to all of Mexico."
"Boss, I think maybe we should electro-castrate them, so that they won't reduce their work efficiency due to puberty."
When Victor heard this, he was confused and nodded, "There's no point in keeping it."
It’s over. If you commit crimes in Mexico, all functions will malfunction.
"Director!!"
Suddenly, at this moment, I saw the secretary rushing in anxiously, his face flushed, "Something happened!"
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"Sonora, Chihuahua, Sinaloa, Durango, and Coahuila formed the "Five-State Alliance" and announced that they were dissatisfied with Cuauquemot's appointment of Victor and would suspend tax payments and impose Baja California is on lockdown! No corn will be allowed into Baja California!”
"And call for unnecessary wars, stop the killing, stop the persecution!"
"Until the government announces the punishment for Victor, he is a war madman and a tyrant!"
The spokesperson of the so-called "Five Continents Alliance" on TV righteously criticized Victor's "killing" policy.
He also said that there may be drug traffickers in Mexico, but they are just civilians forced by life, not devils with heinous crimes.
Victor is the devil!
"Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant!" On TV, the parade was huge, holding banners, and a bearded man shouted at the camera, "Victor is a tyrant, and he is killing Mexico."
Everyone in the conference room was quiet, glancing at Victor in the main seat from the corner of his eye.
“How long can Baja California’s food last?”
"If we control the market fluctuations, it can only last for three days." A city hall staff member said.
Victor nodded. He wanted to develop for a while, but these people didn't allow it, so he jumped out immediately.
"We have no food, but we have guns. If they dare to sympathize with drug dealers, they must be hiding drugs!"
"Take our police officers to see!!"
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