Splash~
The faucet was turned on full blast as Victor scrubbed his hands.
Blood-tinged water seeped into the drain.
Casare handed over the napkin he was holding. Victor wiped his hands while saying, "Send Mr. Vasily Pedro his son. We need to understand paternal love."
Harrison standing nearby responded, and along with two guards wrapped Fidel Pedro's corpse in white cloth.
Being human required principles!
"Boss Victor, killing Fidel means we've declared war on the Pedro family."
Click.
The metal lighter made a pleasant sound.
Victor lit his cigarette, tilting his head back slightly, "Since when do criminals dare declare war on police? The only condition for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing."
He didn't dare claim he was a good person.
In Mexico... there really were no good people.
Casare looked at Victor's determined gaze, his tone hesitant, "What I'm worried about isn't external danger."
"When Fidel was offering money just now, I could feel the guard beside me breathing heavily. I know he was tempted. I was tempted too. In Mexico, no one can say no to money!"
The meaning was obvious.
Boss, internally... we're not stable either.
You never know when brothers might shoot you in the back.
Weren't there few police officers killed by their own people in Mexico?
After the millennium, when marines went to fight drugs, the first thing they did was go to local police stations and disarm them.
Unimaginable, right?
Even official spokespersons bluntly said: "We have traitors within!"
Don't think too highly of human nature. Really give you $500,000 - wouldn't you act?
You'd even feel embarrassed taking too much.
Listening to Casare's words, Victor extinguished the burning cigarette butt and casually threw it away, "It's fine, don't worry. I found a batch of people through connections, all our own people. Loyalty isn't a problem."
"Have your family come to Altiplano Prison. While I'm here, no one can cause trouble."
Casare was also worried about his family and nodded with a concerned expression.
Victor planned to directly "call for reinforcements." Mr. Sicily Falcon's "mysterious" death had given Victor over a million points.
Why keep them hidden for breeding?
According to his deputy warden authority, he could only recruit 20 people. Besides Yuri and Koster, he planned to go "all-in" with the rest.
The only thing that could make Mexican drug dealers afraid was people who could fight better than them.
When new-school Los Zetas emerged, old-school Tijuana, Juárez, Sinaloa, Gulf Cartel, etc., were all just fish on the chopping block!
Agave District.
One of Mexico City's few villa areas.
High-ranking officials, politicians, upper-class celebrities, drug lord leaders, and many others lived here.
Very magical - perhaps a wanted criminal on DEA lists lived next door to a security department high official.
Federal police patrolled here with drug dogs.
Right at noon, just as shifts were about to change.
A white van sped over. Police who had been yawning from fatigue immediately became tense.
But the imagined checkpoint crash didn't happen. The van stopped not far from the sentry box, then a corpse was thrown out and rolled twice on the ground.
The guarding police didn't rush over either - what if the other party attacked them?
Only after the van left did they call the patrol team.
When a group of police worked up courage to lift the white cloth, a face requiring heavy censoring appeared before their eyes - mainly too gruesome to look at.
You couldn't even make out facial features.
Those "murderers" were very considerate, hanging a nameplate beside the corpse that read: "Fidel Pedro!"
The police looked at each other.
They were screwed - big trouble!
Inside the Pedro family mansion.
Quiet sobbing could be heard.
Among over ten family members, who knew who was genuinely grieving?
Vasily Pedro in a black suit looked at his son's corpse, raised his head - you could clearly see his body trembling slightly.
"My son is dead. I've lost him, haven't I?"
Vasily Pedro braced his hands on the table, back to the others. His shoulders suddenly started shaking, his voice carrying unknown emotions - crying or laughing, "Don't you all want to sit in the Pedro family leader's position? Go then. Whoever kills Victor becomes the next leader!"
The members behind him, men and women alike, all had gleaming eyes.
After slightly bowing to Vasily Pedro, the group left with various schemes in mind.
Only he and an elderly clan member remained in the room.
"Those wastes can't solve any problems. $500,000 - I want Victor's head bounty."
The clan member nodded, his face full of wrinkles, "Should we bury Fidel?"
He looked down at Fidel's corpse.
"Find somewhere to burn him. A waste beaten to death doesn't deserve the family's worship."
Vasily was still young - he could still have children.
Sons could die, but the Pedro family's "glory" couldn't be lost.
In Mexico you had to be ruthless. If you didn't retaliate, everyone would know you were soft. Then they'd rush up to devour your territory, kill your family, then viciously stomp on your skull.
...
The Pedro family offering a $500,000 bounty for a prison guard's life?
This should be the craziest news recently.
Many bars, night markets, red-light districts were full of people with glowing eyes.
Bribing a security department commander only cost about $350,000. This $500,000 was enough for a whole family to flee to America and become so-called upper-class people.
Victor's background and recent deeds were also thoroughly investigated.
Reorganizing prisoners in Altiplano Prison?
Killing the Pedro family's eldest son over a few foreign tourists' lives?
Oh boy!
This guy was absolutely insane.
Had the police gone stupid?
Heavy rewards always attract brave men. That very day about 20 people attacked Altiplano Prison.
That night someone brought explosives trying to blow open Altiplano Prison, then incite prisoner riots to kill Victor in the chaos.
But this group underestimated Altiplano Prison's defensive capabilities. They couldn't blow it open at all, instead attracting the emergency team. Both sides engaged in intense firefights.
The other side's firepower was also fierce, causing 3 deaths and 6 injuries in the emergency team.
This incident made officials lose face.
In television speeches they severely warned against such behavior, considering it a provocation against the government.
But did the Mexican government still have dignity?
No one listened to such words - that was $500,000!
Privately, government departments sent security department disciplinary inspection personnel for door-to-door questioning, but when they reached the prison, they couldn't find Victor or Casare at all.
...
"Belgardes" Village.
Best and Casare stared dumbfounded at the fully armed squad before them, swallowed hard, and looked at Victor beside them, "This... is who you found?"
"Of course. Let me introduce - this is Kennedy Heisenberg, a... militia organization member I know."
Victor pointed to a tall, burly man with European features beside him.
Militia?
Casare's eye twitched.
Your militia carries M16 carbines, Colt M1911a1 pistols at their waists, steel helmets equipped with PVS-14 night vision, LITE headset communications, tactical vests containing flash-bangs, grenades, magazines, etc.
What kind of militia was this?
US Mexico Reserve Force?
These were naturally exchanged by Victor using points. Each person was equipped with "Standard Weapons Proficiency," "Infiltration Assassination," "Close Combat," "Extreme Survival" - five skills. Just one person cost 10,000 points, not including equipment.
Besides these, Victor also exchanged three Humvees and 7 AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers. If not for thinking the target was too big, he'd even considered getting a Katyusha missile vehicle.
He didn't believe that under such firepower, drug dealers could still cry for mercy!
...
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