Criminal organizations are massive - you simply can't deal with so many people.
So what to do?
You have to eliminate the troublemakers!
Kill Vasily Pedro!
Mexico's later "Drug War" used exactly this approach. After Guzmán was captured and extradited to the US, Sinaloa was half-dead, and after Los Zetas leader Z3 Lazcano was killed, no strong figure emerged.
These would all become many small organizations using the same names.
Mexico's problems weren't just about drugs, but Victor currently had no ability to change anything.
What he could do was kill others first and preserve himself.
"Victor, these people can't be hidden at all. How will you explain later?" Casare, being more thoughtful, asked.
"My hired bodyguards."
"The security department won't believe it," Casare said.
"So what?"
Victor spread his hands and smiled, "They don't have the ability to make people feel safe. Can't I hire my own? Don't think about consequences, Casare. Mexico never needed consequences anyway. Only the living can make excuses."
At worst, just make some hiring contracts.
As for weapons...
As long as you don't point guns at those corrupt bureaucrats, they won't bother you.
The "strict gun control" rule didn't apply to people "with guns."
Mexico City was relatively "mild." In places like Tijuana and Juárez, you could see drug dealers carrying weapons everywhere, shooting at the slightest disagreement.
"Godfather" Gallardo was right: "The beasts have been unleashed!"
"This operation will be led by Kennedy Heisenberg, codename: Legend. Mission objective: kill all Pedro family members."
Victor looked at the combat team before him. This firepower could break through a Mexican battalion.
"Gentlemen, please let our enemies understand that waging war against us offers no chance of victory!"
"Yes, sir!" Kennedy Heisenberg was as rigid as a German.
Twelve men got into Humvees, while the remaining six protected Victor and the others' safety.
Under cover of darkness, they sped toward the Agave district.
Gangs and drug lords in Mexico City knew to stay away from the Agave district during firefights.
The powerful naturally had the right to avoid warfare.
So after midnight.
Patrolling police also started slacking off.
Only one officer sat dozing in the guard post.
In the darkness, two figures stealthily entered the sentry post. Soon a flashlight beam emerged, flickering twice.
Three Humvees charged in.
Then the last one ducked into a dark alley as a strong reserve for intense firefights.
Kennedy Heisenberg led the remaining two teams and quickly found the Pedro family mansion according to the pre-set route.
He looked down at his watch, signaling team members to take out AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers.
Though called anti-tank...
Couldn't they also blow up buildings?
...
Victor calmly ate his late-night snack.
A chicken wrap and mashed potatoes.
Never order caviar in Mexico - they'll serve you mosquito eggs.
Best and Casare had no appetite.
Thinking about those 18 armed personnel made their hearts tremble. Was Victor a rebel?
Look at their courage.
But current drug dealers were indeed relatively "civilized." Even Guzmán, known for his sinister cruelty, had old-school drug lord smoothness and rules. He just made money - fighting was a hobby.
Don't touch my cake and I won't touch you.
But after the millennium, new drug trafficking groups didn't follow rules. Drug dealing was the main business, fighting was essential, killing and arson without limits, with increasingly sophisticated equipment.
Could you imagine "Jalisco New Generation" owning radar vehicles, missile launchers, command vehicles, and uniforms of fixed colors?
That's basically warlords!
Later even old-school organizations became militarized.
Their weapons made Americans drool.
For example, after Guzmán was extradited to the US, his son Ovidio took over. But this guy was incompetent, lacking his father's skills, and was arrested twice by police.
To save their boss, the Sinaloa Group launched attacks against military police. Drug traffickers ambushed a military police battalion, killing Colonel Commander Juan José Moreno Osua and four subordinates.
They also shot down two government attack helicopters and damaged a Mexican Air Force fighter jet - explosive combat power.
Compared to them, Victor using a tactical squad was nothing.
Why panic?
Worse was yet to come.
When drug dealers got atomic bombs, that would be despair.
Just as Victor swallowed the last bite of chicken wrap, the brick phone on the ammunition box rang. Casare ran over to get it and handed it to him.
Wiping his mouth, Victor answered. Before he could speak, Alejandro's anxious voice came through, "Where are you?"
"Give it to me!" An angry voice came through, obviously taking Alejandro's phone, "Victor! I'm giving you one hour to get to the Prison Management Bureau office!"
He didn't recognize this voice.
"Who are you?"
The other side paused, about to answer, when Victor continued, "I don't want to know who you are, but I'm telling you, I don't like your tone. I fuck your fucking XXX!"
"You idiot, let Alejandro take the phone. Say one more word and I guarantee I'll blow your head off."
The sound of swallowing came through the phone. Intimidated by Victor, he wanted to speak but thinking of this guy being a reckless bastard, he didn't dare make a sound.
He could only silently hand the phone back to Alejandro who was watching the show.
"Listen buddy, where are you now?" the latter asked after taking it, "The Pedro family wants your life."
"Of course I know, sir. But I'm very timid. If someone wants my life, I get scared, then... can't help but strike first."
Alejandro sensed something wrong, "Where exactly are you?"
"Do you like fireworks, sir? I remember your window faces the Agave district, right? Let me show you some fireworks. Please go to the window."
The phone's soundproofing was poor. Not just the two of them - four or five people in the room heard and all ran to the window.
But outside was pitch black.
Only occasional gunshots, very common in Mexico.
Alejandro frowned, thinking he was being played, "Where..."
Before he could finish, a violent explosion rang out, accompanied by flames shooting skyward!
That blazing light painted a corner of Mexico City white.
Alejandro and others stared dumbfounded at this scene.
Victor had bombed the Agave district?!
"Sir!"
Victor's light laughter came through the phone.
"People like me are destined not to like being threatened, especially by criminals."
"I'm very happy to announce now."
"The Pedro family is no more."
(End of Chapter)
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