AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers were actually the export version of the M86 anti-tank rocket launcher.
AT4 meant 84, referring to the 84MM caliber.
Equipped with high-explosive armor-piercing rounds...
Really, even Gundam would have to call for mommy.
Kennedy Heisenberg ordered his men to fire 4 rocket launchers. The seemingly glamorous mansion was instantly turned into a dangerous building.
Adjusting his monocular night vision device, he led the squad charging into the house.
Just then they saw a woman running out.
Face covered in blood!
Still wearing stockings, terror in her eyes.
Sleeping peacefully when your house gets bombed - anyone would be scared.
When she saw Kennedy Heisenberg and others, her expression was clearly stunned, but he raised his gun and put one in her head.
Before dying, one thought flashed through the woman's mind: The Mexican army is attacking?!
War doesn't distinguish between men and women, and were there any good people among drug lord families?
Just kill them all.
Kennedy Heisenberg stepped over the woman's corpse, crouched at the wall corner, extended his right arm downward with palm flat down - in tactics this meant: split up.
He led people upstairs to kill. The stairs were somewhat collapsed from the explosion. Going up, at the corner they encountered Vasily Pedro in pajamas with his two bodyguards.
When both sides locked eyes, there was that 0.0X second of confusion. One bodyguard panicked and raised his gun to kill him - at close range, pistols had the advantage.
But Kennedy Heisenberg was also ruthless. He dove, grabbed the other's head, used his body to pin down the other's wrist, and punched the bodyguard's throat hard - a killing blow! (Please don't try this easily - you'll serve a life sentence).
The remaining bodyguard was also killed by team members.
Vasily Pedro's face was grim. Seeing his bodyguards killed, his heart sank. He directly offered terms, "Let me go and I'll give you $1 million!"
No nonsense, straight to money.
He'd encountered this situation before - being cornered and directly offering prices. After all, hitmen had no professional ethics.
Kennedy Heisenberg grabbed Vasily's hair, "Mr. Victor asked me to tell you - good night."
Puff!
The knife in his hand pierced the other's neck. After forcefully pulling it out, he wiped the knife on Vasily Pedro's face. The latter's face convulsed and trembled, covering his neck, lips twitching, reaching out making hissing sounds like a ventilator.
Bang!
Kennedy Heisenberg blew away the smoke from his pistol, "I still prefer firearms - they're more gentlemanly."
Vasily Pedro stared with wide eyes, dying with grievances unresolved.
"Boss, police are coming!"
"Withdraw!"
...
"Pretty fireworks, gentlemen!"
Hearing silence from the phone, Victor smiled and spoke.
Alejandro's breathing was somewhat rapid, "What did you do, Victor!"
"Too much garbage, I helped you clean up. Don't thank me - this is what I should do as a police officer. If there's anything, please come to my office tomorrow morning to find me. Sirs, good night and sweet dreams."
Victor hung up, tossed it to Casare, got up and walked outside, "We should go back too. I can't get used to sleeping in this place."
The Pedro family being attacked - no need to wait until tomorrow. Tonight all of Mexico City's "gray" businesses would receive this news.
That explosion...
Those who didn't know would think some oil depot had exploded.
With the financier dead, the mission naturally stopped automatically. Who would do things without money? But the next couple days would still see bloodshed.
Gangs and drug lords were busy dividing up their business and territory.
Victor naturally wasn't important anymore.
Returning to the prison, seeing two unfamiliar Humvees, two guards walked out from the entrance post, faces full of worry.
"Open the gate," Casare sat in back, rolling down the window.
"Boss Casare!"
Those two guards' faces clearly brightened seeing him.
"What's wrong? You looked worried just now. Are prisoners causing trouble again?"
"No, no, no. It's Warden Webster - he suspended Captain Harrison and scattered many emergency team members to block guard duties."
Hearing this, Casare glanced at Victor sitting in the passenger seat.
The latter crossed his legs, holding a cigarette in his right hand, tapping it against his left palm, "Webster working so late giving guidance - quite dedicated. Drive in."
"Open up, open up!" Casare pointed at the gate.
The sentry guards hurriedly ran in to press the switch on the desk, watching the convoy enter, excitedly telling colleagues, "Now there's a good show to watch."
The Humvee drove to the office building. Victor got out and whispered something in Casare's ear. The latter's right eyebrow jumped and he nodded heavily, walking alone toward the cells.
Victor led people charging upstairs. Standing at the office door, he heard giggling and chattering inside. He smiled at those around him, "Looks like our Mr. Webster enjoys life quite a bit."
With that, he kicked open the door.
At a glance, they were doing "improper things!"
This sudden intrusion clearly scared Webster. He quickly pushed away the woman, climbed off the desk, hurriedly grabbed clothes from a nearby chair to cover his body.
The woman was a female guard Victor had seen before. His eyes swept over her body once before looking back at Webster, frowning with a dark expression, "I originally thought you were just incompetent, but I never imagined you were so corrupt. Look up at the national emblem hanging behind you. Webster, what are you doing!"
"You're playing with women in prison."
Victor charged over with gritted teeth. This scared Webster into backing up a step, but he stepped on the clothes covering his lower body and fell directly to the ground - very embarrassing.
Victor took a deep breath, looking down at him, "Sorry to disturb you, but I'm back today."
He stepped aside halfway, nodding toward the door with his chin, indicating he could leave. Webster didn't speak - he didn't even dare talk.
Didn't dare question why he was still alive!
Wasn't the Pedro family after him?
Shouldn't he be dead?
He didn't dare ask any of these questions. This man had traumatized him.
Webster didn't even have time to get dressed, running outside naked. Suddenly he heard Victor call him, "Hey, Mr. Webster."
His whole body stiffened as he turned around.
"Good night."
???
Webster didn't know why he said this, then ran off.
Victor stood by the window. Soon he saw him running out of the office building toward his sedan.
Just as he was about to open the car door, there was a roar. A prisoner holding a knife rushed up to him, stabbing him over ten times. In moments he was covered in blood lying on the ground.
Webster's eyes felt so heavy. He saw several guards rushing over to restrain the prisoner. He also saw that figure by the second-floor window, smoking and waving at him.
"Good night." Victor said gentle words softly, but his eyes looked very cold.
He'd been annoyed with this bastard for a long time.
Playing with women on my turf!
"Put this prisoner in solitary confinement. Which block is he from?" Casare, who had just entered from the door, stepped forward, "He's mine."
"So careless in your work - half a month's pay docked."
Victor's approach to business was fairness.
"Also!"
"Where are the sanitation fees! Get the prisoners who haven't paid up. No money but still sleeping? I want to see money on my desk tomorrow."
Casare's whole body tensed.
"Don't worry, Boss Victor. I'll personally collect the debts!"
(End of Chapter)
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