"Victor..."
Seeing his mood was off, Casare called out, glancing at Harrison from the corner of his eye, then continued quietly, "There was a piece of paper on the body."
He pulled it from his pocket and handed it over.
Victor snatched it and saw Spanish written on it: "Dios sabe, nos ofendes? Grupo pedro! (God knows, you offend us? —Pedro Group!)"
Very good!
Very arrogant!
Mexican criminal groups loved hanging up their names.
Who knew what these bastards were thinking - sometimes they'd bomb government institutions and even announce publicly they did it.
Maybe they just wanted to scare others.
Victor handed the note to Harrison, "Find their people. I want to meet them."
He spoke simply, but everyone understood he was very angry!
"Understood." Harrison nodded.
Victor took one last look at Lina and left.
This country was too filthy, couldn't tolerate even a bit of sunlight. It should be nuked.
Tears?
Just a venting tool for the weak.
Find them, kill them!
Violence with violence was the best solution.
...
November 1st.
Fidel Pedro sat in his Ferrari F40, watching the parade celebrating Day of the Dead crossing the street, and couldn't help spitting.
He grew up in America and hated such "ignorant" holidays most. He liked carnival, parties. As eldest son of the Pedro family, he had the financial means.
He honked the horn hard.
Flooring the accelerator - vroom vroom vroom!
He charged straight at the crowd. Some people couldn't dodge the suddenly accelerating vehicle and were directly thrown into the air, tumbling several times before hitting the ground hard.
Screams rose from the parade behind.
But Fidel Pedro's face showed a sick smile.
He didn't like Mexico. He only came back because he'd killed a pregnant woman and local police officer while street racing in America. He had no choice but to flee.
America was different - you'd go to prison for that. He had to come back to avoid the heat.
But his inherent arrogance couldn't be hidden. Bastard DNA was always bastard. In Mexico, he didn't care about killing people.
His family had money and power. He could kill whoever he wanted!
Seeing a red light ahead, Fidel Pedro actually floored the accelerator, speeding up directly. When he reached the middle of the road, a dump truck charged over and hit his rear.
The Ferrari F40's airbag instantly deployed. The car body rolled on the ground, then crashed into nearby landscaping.
Just 10 seconds after the accident, a sedan drove up beside the Ferrari. Four hooded men got out, used pressure pliers to open the door, dragged out the unconscious Fidel Pedro, and threw him in the trunk.
One person took out a pen and wrote on the car body: "Victor Carlos Vieri, phone..."
After writing, he casually threw away the pen, got in the passenger seat, and drove away stylishly.
Police arriving at the scene saw the Ferrari F40 and knew it was bad news. This car was too familiar. The deputy superintendent leading the team quickly called Pedro family members and had the scene protected.
Over ten minutes later, two cars arrived. Seven or eight strong men got out, the leader grabbing the deputy superintendent: "Where's Fidel?"
The deputy superintendent, being grabbed like this, didn't even dare talk back, only saying he hadn't seen him either.
"Boss, someone wrote a phone number here." Someone found the number on the car body.
The leading man pushed away the deputy superintendent, walked to the car body, squinting at that string of names. It seemed... very familiar.
No matter who it was, offending the Pedro family meant no good end!
...
Splash~
A bucket of water was poured on Fidel Pedro's face.
He slowly opened his eyes. Pain throughout his body immediately occupied his brain cortex, making him groan involuntarily. Then he felt himself tied to an "iron bed" with four people standing in front of him.
Three wore hoods, one was smoking while looking at him.
"Give him adrenaline."
Fidel Pedro heard the unhooded man give orders. Someone beside him approached with a syringe.
He struggled desperately, "Who are you! I'm Fidel, eldest son of the Pedro family. You can tell me what you need, I can give you anything. Money - is $1 million enough!"
Seeing the person getting closer, he panicked and raised the price: "$5 million!"
But Harrison ignored him completely, pushing adrenaline into his blood vessels. Soon he felt excited - his brain felt very stimulated.
Two others picked up water buckets and poured more on him, soaking him instantly. Then they forcefully pushed the iron bed he was lying on!
Fidel Pedro's vision went dark, his heart panicked and filled with fear as he shouted, "Hey, hey!"
Cold wind from both sides blew against his face.
He knew where this was.
The morgue freezer!
He could feel his whole body freezing, but he could sense that pain. His brain was very excited - he even saw women.
After who knows how long, he was pulled out.
Lying on the iron bed, shivering all over.
Ice had formed on his body.
Victor stood before him, took a drag of his cigarette, tilted his head back with eyes closed, "There was a girl, a very cute little girl. Her eyes were beautiful, like crushed diamonds."
"She would have grown up soon, seen this beautiful world. She could have studied, had knowledge and friends. She could have married, had children and a family."
Victor exhaled, opened his eyes, "But it's gone now. Fuck it all."
He brought the cigarette close to Fidel Pedro's right eye, then pressed it down hard. The eyeball was like... burned through.
Along with a stinking smell.
And... Fidel's screams.
"Listen, you feel pain too." Victor let go. The cigarette butt was actually stuck to it.
He extended his hand. Harrison behind him handed him a hammer, smashing hard at the other's already frozen right leg. Of course it couldn't shatter, but it could rot!
"Ahh! Heh heh... spare me, let me go." Fidel pleaded, tears and snot mixed together.
No trace of a drug lord's son's demeanor.
"She probably cried like this too." Victor raised the hammer and continued smashing. Even the experienced Harrison felt sick.
Just then, the phone rang.
A guard quickly handed it to him.
Victor answered, and the other end sounded like a wild boar roaring, "Victor! I know it's you! Where's my son!"
Hearing his father's voice from the phone, Fidel Pedro immediately felt wronged, saying with a crying voice, "Save me."
"Mr. Vasily, your son is smiling happily. If you have time, you should find a mistress to have another one."
Vasily Pedro on the other end immediately panicked, "Don't hurt him..."
"Ahhh!!!"
One hammer blow to his palm - bloody mess. The screams broke Vasily's heart.
"Don't worry, I'll break his limbs first, then kill him. Mr. Vasily, God prays to me - your sins should be judged!"
Victor raised the hammer and, under Fidel Pedro's despairing gaze, smashed it down toward his head.
...
Brothers and sisters, explosive updates after going live, currently two updates.
Also, don't say whether it's getting cold or not... I'm scared. Currently speaking, a harsh plot is fine. The protagonist is a police officer - is it wrong to kill drug lords?
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