Late night.
A pickup truck sped down the road, its bed covered with a tarp.
Revenge never waits overnight!
A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years - that's because gentlemen don't have the ability to take revenge.
I have a cannon now, and you tell me to wait?
He couldn't wait to "maintain justice" any longer.
Killing drug dealers - do you need to pick an auspicious day?
As long as I have firepower, today I say it's auspicious, then it's auspicious!
Duke in the passenger seat held an instruction manual "found" from somewhere, scratching his head.
Artillery was also a technical branch - did you think putting on a condom was enough?
Two cars followed behind the pickup, one called for support.
Victor handed a hood to emergency team captain Harrison in the back, "Put this on."
"Boss Victor, do we still need to wear this at night? After this cannon shot, those dog bastards might not even see our people."
"Just to be safe. You don't want random people seeing your faces, right?"
"After three cannon rounds, you charge in. I want Olivier hanged at Altiplano Prison's entrance!"
Harrison nodded, put on the hood, held the Uzi submachine gun Victor equipped him with, wore a tactical vest with grenades on both sides, and carried a Makarov at his waist.
Plus four magazines.
Without saying so, people wouldn't know these were prison guards!
Harrison's eyes showed through the holes, deep and powerful.
"I remember you served in the military? Which unit?" Victor suddenly asked, seeing his gear. He remembered reading guards' personal files that mentioned military service.
Harrison paused, "GAFE!"
Even Casare driving couldn't help but look up at him.
Victor's gaze carried some... strangeness.
Mexico's GAFE special forces were quite famous. In 1986, they specially formed a unit to combat drug dealers, with accumulated victories and distinguished service.
But what really made them "famous" was something else.
After Gulf Group leader Abrego was arrested and Cárdenas took over, to consolidate his power, he had then 23-year-old Tamaulipas federal marshal Arturo de Sena form a special forces bodyguard unit.
He recruited 30 special forces soldiers, all from Mexico's GAFE special forces!
Using the radio code "Z" from his marshal days as symbol, ranking from Z1 onward. After Arturo de Sena was killed while meeting his mistress, Z2 González couldn't command respect due to lacking special forces background - he was an inserted pawn.
Z3 Lazcano was the real leader of these special forces soldiers.
This group later became: Los Zetas!
Who would have thought Harrison came from this unit.
His importance in Victor's mind immediately increased.
Perhaps when assigned externally later, he could bring him along.
What was good about being a prison guard? Following him at least guaranteed good salary.
Other guards originally wanted to chat more, but seeing the captain had no such intention, they kept quiet.
4:31 AM.
Reached the designated location.
Olivier's residence provided by Best - a private villa on Loro (Parrot) Street.
Must say, these drug dealers made money fast. From outside, it brought considerable shock to guards who'd never seen such things.
Duke and two guards got out, quickly removed the tarp, loaded prepared shells into the barrel. No need to aim at such a big target.
Duke pulled the breech lever.
The shell flew out with a bang. The huge recoil cracked the pickup's windshield. The shell disappeared into the night but two seconds later, the explosion directly collapsed half a corner of the small building.
Duke shook his numb head, shouting to guards below, "Shell!"
Continue loading, continue firing!
What bullshit drug lord - watch my divine justice descend!
People inside were definitely stunned - no one even screamed. After three rounds, half the building was gone. Even the outdoor pool was filled with fallen debris, turning into a filthy pit.
Mission complete, Duke got back in the truck. The pickup swayed away while Harrison and others got out of following cars - eight guards total, charging into Olivier's residence.
Victor sat in the car watching the time.
Sporadic gunshots sounded inside but quickly died down. When the minute hand moved three spaces, Harrison's group emerged. Two guards dragged out an unconscious man in pajamas, face covered in blood.
Quickly threw him in the trunk, guards got in cars, engines roared twice, and they disappeared into the night. Total time under 10 minutes.
Indeed, when poor you use guerrilla tactics; when rich you use artillery bombardment.
"How was it? Any resistance?"
Harrison shook his head, "When we entered, we saw several bodyguards crushed under rubble. We found Olivier unconscious from shock in a second-floor room. We killed everyone else."
"Well done." Victor praised.
Mainly Olivier never expected you'd take revenge so quickly, and directly use cannons!
I'm a drug dealer, not a rebel army.
Small-time drug dealers had too limited vision.
Colombia's "gentleman" Cali Group once wanted to use bombers to kill Pablo, but failed because no one would sell - remember, not because they couldn't afford it.
Mexicans were very simple - after finishing, they even called police for you.
The police hearing the caller were confused.
"You're sure you saw cannons?"
"That's right! I saw it - the whole building was blown up. Come quickly."
"You're sure it was gang warfare?"
The caller was also irritated, "Of course! Could it be police? Do you have this firepower?"
The pickup and cars split up in the suburbs, going separate ways - one to the village, another to the prison.
Guards at the entrance saw the boss returning, didn't even ask, just let them through.
The car drove to the yard.
Harrison and colleagues dragged Olivier from the trunk.
"Give him some adrenaline, hang him up tonight. Don't let him die - tomorrow morning I want to execute him in front of all guards and prisoners!"
Public execution!
"Boss, we're guards. Secretly executing prisoners is illegal!"
Hearing this plan, Best and Casare panicked, quickly coming to dissuade him.
"Aren't we already in prison?"
Victor spread his hands, "In Mexico, what's the difference between guards and prisoners? Drug dealers outside even say guards serve them in prison. I want to tell them - don't fall into my hands, or I'll skin you alive. Simply lawless!"
He pulled open his shirt, feeling stuffy, walking toward the dormitory. After two steps he turned back, looking at Casare, "Send $20,000 to Alejandro. He'll handle it for us."
Casare and Best looked at each other.
Though Mexico was chaotic, that was for unorganized elements. If a prison guard did this, rumors might destroy you.
But seeing Victor like this...
Completely unconcerned.
He truly didn't care. From the beginning of his official career, he wanted to establish a persona.
He was a firm anti-drug advocate!
Drug lords weren't human anyway - he was just using legally impermissible methods to eliminate evil.
This would greatly help his future promotion path.
Mexico had long suffered from drugs. Even the inactive government was gradually despised by people, which was why peasant uprisings broke out in 1994.
Despair was spreading.
Drug lords certainly wouldn't be scared away by Victor's methods, but might even use more brutal means to maintain their interests.
Then let's compare methods.
Even Jesus had to sit down and vote for me.
Drug lords?
You just have more people and more money than me?
Then I'll make sure you have more bullet holes than me!
Those on the defensive have no right to negotiate.
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