If this weren't Victor's ship, he would have rammed straight through!
Negotiate?
What was there to negotiate with drug dealers?
But the captain absolutely refused, even hugging Casare's thigh and wailing.
After all, they were police - they had to protect "legal citizens'" "legal property."
Moreover, Victor also wanted to hear what they had to say.
Four drug dealers climbed up the ship's ladder. As soon as they reached the deck, they were pinned down. Startled, they immediately tried to struggle and resist.
"Don't be nervous, we're just checking for contraband." Casare stood in front of them with a smile.
Rip...
An officer pulled down one drug dealer's pants, revealing Mickey Mouse underwear.
"Hey buddy, cover that up quick - Disney's legal team will sue." Casare joked.
"I just wanted to see if he had bombs stuffed in his ass." The officer seriously felt the other's buttocks, sighing that it was really round.
This infuriated the drug dealer so much he almost got up to fight him. If not for dozens of guns pointed at him, he swore he would have attacked.
"Casare, this is very unfriendly!" The lead man was very thin, struggling hard to break free, but the officer's grip only tightened, "Let me go, you fat pig. I'm here representing Tijuana to negotiate!"
Knowing his name wasn't surprising at all - not knowing would be dereliction of duty for a drug trafficking group.
"I have nothing to negotiate with drug lords." Victor walked out of the cabin with a cigarette, "How can justice compromise with evil?"
The man struggled to lift his head and laughed out loud, "Victor, you call yourself justice? How many people have you killed in Mexico City..."
"Wait."
Victor suddenly raised his hand, "Sorry, before you tell my glorious deeds, can I change cigarettes? Thanks."
He smiled, then used his burnt-out cigarette to light a new one, "Please continue. Oh, let me emphasize again - those weren't people, those were drug dealers, those were bastards!"
"Do you understand?"
The man felt deeply insulted. Even DEA agents wouldn't dare say such things to a drug trafficking group leader's face.
His eyes turned sinister and threatening, "You should understand that Baja California belongs to Tijuana. Opposing us won't end well. I came with sincerity - the briefcase has $2 million in checks. You just need to guarantee our routes' safety on Guadalupe Island, and we'll give you annual dividends."
"I know you live in a poor family, Victor. This country is also poor, but you should understand - as long as you don't oppose us, you'll have endless money. Don't you want to sleep in mansions every day, then wake up to see seven or eight women lying beside you? Now... you just need to nod, and you'll have all this!"
The man desperately tempted him, shouting loudly, "What future is there being a stinking cop making only a few hundred a month!"
Victor couldn't help laughing out loud, which obviously angered the other, "Isn't what I said true? I tell you, even the governor of Baja California is our man. I just need to buy off your superiors. Would you kill him too?"
"Why not!"
Victor asked back. He spread his hands, looking at the surrounding officers, "Guys, we come from Mexico's slums, where drugs are rampant, full of blood and violence, where children are in rags, lacking hope for tomorrow. But even if God punishes me, I will prove to all Mexicans that Mexico has its own name!"
"I will absolutely fight drug dealers to the end!"
"Long live great Mexico! Long live the great anti-drug cause!"
Officers raised their weapons cheering Victor's name.
Must say, he had the ability to stir people's hearts.
"Kill the others. Get a rope around his neck, cut some blood on his arms, then throw him overboard and drag him forward. I want to see if great white sharks will eat him!"
"You can't kill me! My brother-in-law is Tijuana's Eduardo Arellano Félix!"
The man shouted desperately.
Victor looked at him, "Very sorry, I can't notify him to save you. If needed, I'll definitely send him to see you next time."
"Kill them."
That Félix was actually one of the four Tijuana Ramón brothers, ranked second, nicknamed "Doctor."
Victor's order let several drug dealers hear, immediately becoming frantic. One violently shoved away the guard, trying to rush at Victor, but was punched down by an EDM member who rushed up.
He pulled out a knife and pierced his throat.
The Norwegian captain and several crew members in the distance couldn't help shivering.
The drug dealer struggled on deck like a dying fish, his eyes starting to roll back white, blood spurting from the wound - an extremely miserable death.
Drug dealers on speedboats below sensed something wrong above and fired a shot skyward, wanting to ask what happened. They heard someone on deck shouting "frantically," "Drug dealers are shooting! Return fire! Return fire!"
"????"
The drug dealers on speedboats hadn't reacted yet when bullets rained down on them. These EDM reserve team members also had excellent weapons.
They were equipped with Ultimax machine guns produced by Singapore Technologies, weighing less than 10 pounds, with good controllability and recoil, and cheap points - only 670 points needed.
According to 10-person squads, they had 22 equipped.
Shooting down with machine guns from above, still on the sea surface - such unsportsmanlike tactics instantly made the seawater churn bloody.
"They're shooting! They're shooting!"
Officials at the dock quickly grabbed binoculars and saw drug dealers being mowed down. He kept cursing Victor in his mouth. When he finally saw that man tied with rope and thrown off the ship, he angrily shouted, "Idiot! I'm going to file a complaint against him for killing Baja California civilians!"
Nobody around paid attention to him.
They were shocked by this.
They had indeed heard of Victor Carlos Vieri's name, but didn't expect him to be so "bold!"
This was the Tijuana drug trafficking group!
Those who provoked them - regardless of age or gender - were all killed.
They once created a record of killing enough people in one day to fill the local morgue!
They had also consecutively killed 4 mayors under Baja California, extremely arrogant.
Here, you either cooperated with them or died.
Those who resisted like Victor...
Probably wouldn't have good endings.
Victor naturally didn't know the thoughts of those "cowards" on shore. He looked at the man being dragged below.
"Boss, sharks are coming!" Casare's sharp eyes pointed to the distance.
This area was a great white shark gathering place...
Victor looked in the direction Casare pointed and indeed saw sharks with exposed dorsal fins, drawn by the smell of blood.
"Tell me, if sharks eat drug dealers, will they get high?"
Casare: "????"
What kind of question was that?
"Probably not."
Victor nodded thoughtfully, "That's good. From now on, Guadalupe Island's great white sharks won't need to worry about running out of food."
Casare's scalp immediately tingled. He couldn't help asking.
"Boss, do you believe in... Satan?"
(End of Chapter)
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