Chapter 16: Isn't It More Aggressive to Make Money? Are You Going to Beg for Food?

Stepan Blanchard?

Using bombs is indeed very Medellin-esque.

He looked at Anna and kept staring, and shook his head in disappointment, "It seems that, in your opinion, I am still too kind."

He raised his hand and flicked it hard, and Best raised the axe.

Seeing her brother about to break two more fingers, Anna screamed, "No, no, I say, I say."

"It's the warden. He asked me to blow you up and then push it to Stepan."

Webster Ashbourne!

It all makes sense.

No wonder the guy's eyes flickered when he saw that he was not killed in the bombing. Moreover, this guy had a feud with him. His father was killed by him, and he hired a gang to kill him.

Living by himself is more like a torment for him.

However, when there was an explosion in the prison, wasn't Webster afraid of being held accountable?

If something happens in prison, he can't escape the blame?

In other words, is he planning to use this matter to do something shady?

Victor, don't think that he only has fat and comes out to join the society. What's the use of just fighting and killing? You have to learn to use your brain. He looked at Anna, who was lying on the ground, her shoulders shaking because of fear and sobbing.

"Let me go, please."

"Don't be stupid, I keep what I say..." Victor squatted down, holding her shoulders with both hands. In Anna's pear-shaped and frightened eyes, he wiped off the shoe prints on her face with his thumbs, and lay next to her ears. He said, "Don't cry, your makeup is all gone."

Anna helps the drug lords in prison sell drugs, while his brother works as a small boss outside, but they are not good things.

jump jump jump.

Victor held the Colt against her abdomen and fired several shots. He stood up and looked at Anna who was lying on the ground twitching with her eyes wide open. He raised his hand and shot her in the head again.

Then he turned around and said with a cold expression, "Send him to see Jesus. I hope he can purify the drug dealers!"

Don't be a drug dealer in your next life!

Best nodded, raised the ax, and hit Anna's brother directly on the head with the back. Within a few blows, he was dead.

Duke saw Victor holding a cigarette and quickly took out a lighter and lit it for him.

The latter smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Take those two cars as official buses for the organization. Find someone to sell the pistols inside, and you will divide the money among yourselves."

"Boss Victor, don't we use it ourselves?"

"You come out to hang out and use a police pistol? How low are you? Follow us and we use long guns. In what era do you still play with such vulgar things?"

But in fact, the Astra 357 police revolver is also a product of the 1980s.

But seeing those AKs, he just didn't like these things.

He turned around and said, "If Best wants to touch our business, let him talk to Jesus. As long as Jesus agrees, I will agree."

Good guy, if someone in the Vatican hears this...

They will protest!

But how many fucking divisions does the Pope have?

Victor got into the car that Best and the others drove, Casare started the car, and he opened the window in the passenger seat, "I only have one request: to establish a firm foothold in the business in Mexico."

"I understand." Best nodded.

Casare stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, stirring up layers of dust in the desert.

Best watched the car go away before coming back to his senses and said, "Let's go."

"What to do with these bodies?" Duke asked.

"The police will come to collect the body tomorrow."

…

As the car drove on the wilderness, Duke looked at Best from the corner of his eye and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.

"What? Is there any flowers on my face?" The latter turned his head and asked with a smile.

The other party shook his head quickly and looked at the road ahead, "It's just that I noticed that you have become..."

He didn't know how to describe it, and he hesitated with a frown.

"Cruel? Vicious? Or inhumane?" Best asked.

Duke didn't say it bluntly, "I haven't seen you for a long time. You have changed a lot."

Best looked at the morning star in the distance, "When my father died, I followed my mother. She had inconvenient legs and feet. She told me that my father was a good man and he defended justice, so I followed him and became a policeman. , but when I grew up, I understood a lot. It was right to have ideals. But when my mother was hospitalized, I couldn't even pay a penny, but I knew nothing and had nothing. Only then did I understand money. How important it is.”

"When the fire burned my whole family to death, I managed to survive, but I didn't feel lucky. What I felt was anger and helplessness."

"This world is very cruel, we are like walking beasts, if you don't eat others, you will starve to death, and you will be eaten by your higher-level creatures, ferocious, just to survive. "

"When you get more, you won't care whether the means are cruel or not. We have to learn to adapt to this society. Mexico is like this. I can't escape this place, and you can't leave it. It can't be changed."

Duke opened his mouth, but finally acquiesced.

He had actually seen something more bloody than today's scene, but he just couldn't understand why a policeman who originally loved his job and was full of justice became like this.

Became tactful and vicious.

Maybe…

To be a police officer in Mexico, you have to be more cunning than drug dealers.

"Don't think so much, let's go and have fun. I'll let you have enough fun tonight." Best patted the back of his head and said with a smile.

Duke managed to cheer up and said with a smile, "Then I have to find three today!"

"It feels like you are in heat every day, you are a male dog!"

Duke was still very proud, "Men live like this in their lives, live for X, die for X, and fight for X all their lives."

This fallacy made Best startled, but then he laughed out loud and praised him as a talent.

Accelerating the throttle, it is indeed different with motivation.

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Because the office was bombed, even the people next door were unlucky. The warden's office even had its walls blown through. Fortunately, Cona Velasquez was not there at the time, otherwise, he would definitely be offline.

Victor found him in a temporary office downstairs and knocked on the door. The other party was writing something. When he heard the knock on the door, he looked up and understood him. It was obvious that his expression was drooping.

"What's the matter?"

"Sir, where is my new office?"

"You are now transferred to the monitoring room. You will only be responsible for that place in the future. I will give other patrols to others."

Is this a power grab?

Victor raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but Cona Velasquez waved his hand, "This is the order of the warden. He thinks you have too many things to do recently, so he asked you to relax."

"If you don't want to, you can go and tell him. I'm just responsible for relaying."

Victor thought for a while and saluted, "Thank you for your concern, sir. I promise to work hard in the monitoring room."

"Just don't get into trouble." The other party waved his hand. Just at this moment, the landline on the table rang. He frowned and answered the phone. Victor, who had just walked out two steps, heard his voice raised half a tone.

"What! Anna is dead?"

Perhaps he felt that his voice was too loud after he finished speaking. He looked outside and happened to meet Victor's eyes. He hurriedly came up to close the door and hid inside to talk to someone.

See, although the Mexicans are cruel, there are still good people who "collect corpses". They directly called the "family members".

Being sent to watch the surveillance, Victor didn't have any objections. Instead, he had already started to think about getting some benefits for himself.

You know, before the invention of surveillance, human instincts were fully released. After surveillance came out, civilization emerged.

If the surveillance is turned off, does it mean that there is time and opportunity to "do whatever you want" in it?

It's not impossible, but you have to plan it well.

The strong never complain about the environment, they only look for the soil for survival in the environment.

The surveillance room is on the second floor. When I went in, there was a prison guard dozing off. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his head and saw Victor, and immediately stood up, "Deputy Warden."

"It's okay, it's okay. Take a rest when you are tired. I will work here in the future."

The prison guard's face turned black when he heard it. How can he slack off in the same office with the leader?

Victor ignored the other's eyes and sat down in front of the surveillance. There are about 40 screens, facing the corridors, toilets, etc., and there are also many cells. These people have not renewed their contracts.

You don't want surveillance to cover you. After all, many drug lords have activities at night. Who likes to have a live broadcast?

So they will pay money to let people turn off the surveillance, but it's not that there is no surveillance. You can still see it if you want to.

"Where is Gallardo's surveillance?" he turned his head and asked.

The prison guard was confused, and found a button and pressed it. The Godfather appeared on the screen, but he was sharpening something at this time?

Victor looked closer, it seemed to be a toothbrush?

Toothbrushes are used in many ways in prison, such as sharpening them and piercing the neck, which will definitely kill him, but would Gallardo be so bored?

This is more like an insecure person looking for a way to protect himself.

There are two places in Mexico where drug lords have the highest death rate. One is their own house, where most of the people who were shot dead were killed, and the other is the prison, where enemies kill people, and umbrellas kill people, etc.

Later, Hector, the second brother of the Beltran Leyva brothers of the Mexican drug cartel, died in prison, and it was announced that he died of a sudden heart attack.

This is simply a universal excuse.

Interesting, it seems that he also knows that someone wants to kill him, and he wants to save his life.

Some people are not happy with the sick tiger.

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