Chapter 35 Nickname: Butcher! (Update!)

dormitory.

Many people heard the noise and stood at the window pointing.

Webster held a cigarette in his hand and looked at the Second Ward with a frown. His face had deep grooves as he got older, but now he looked even more gloomy.

"Go ahead and make a fuss until others can't stand you, and someone will take care of you."

After muttering a few words to himself, he closed the curtains forcefully.

This "fire upon the new official's appointment" burned throughout the night.

There were more than 10 people hanging on the playground, all with thorns on their heads. At this time, they were beaten beyond recognition. When my mother came, I didn’t know who to look for.

Kennedy also knew the skull was his.

There were cigarettes and magazines on the left side of the floor, and confiscated things and drugs on the right side.

There are a lot of good things.

Victor also found a 0.38-inch SWAT revolver produced by Miroku.

"Boss."

Casare walked over excitedly and said, "I checked it out. This time we received a total of 43 pistols, 326 bullets, and several other prohibited items."

The prison under Webster's administration was a big colander.

43 weapons?

Damn Nurhaci only raised an army with 13 pairs of armor.

"waste!"

Victor threw the pistol on the ground and didn’t know who he was scolding, “Tell the prison guard from now on that if anyone helps a prisoner carry something, it’s best not to let me catch him, otherwise I will throw him out. "

Casare nodded hurriedly.

“What to do with the weapons and drugs?”

"The weapons were given to Best to sell. Damn it, we found them ourselves. Of course we will solve them ourselves."

If the Mexican arms market takes a World War II-era weapon, others will want it. Sooner or later, each of the 128 million people will have a gun.

Sooner or later we will counterattack the United States!

"The drugs were destroyed somewhere."

"What about those drug addicts?"

Victor was still very humane, "Then hang him up to prevent him from running around. If he can't carry it, let the prison doctor issue an accidental death notice."

"Today's punishment is that all prisoners in the second ward are not allowed to eat. They come to the prison for rehabilitation, not for enjoyment."

"yes!"

The Plateau Prison was on fire and boiling over. The main prison areas were separated by barbed wire. When the "light prisoners" in the first prison area came out for activities in the morning, they saw a row of people hanging next door.

Many prisoners were tied up and dragged to the playground by members of the emergency team, as if they were in public.

Many people here know each other, and they even found their eldest brother among the crowd of black-faced people.

Noises, curses, and agitation were heard one after another, and the prison guards in the First Ward did not even dare to step forward to interfere.

More and more people were picking up rocks on the ground and throwing them at the prison guards. The situation was getting worse and worse.

Webster, who had just lay down, saw this scene and his legs were shaking a little. There were nearly 700 people in the first ward!

"Let them go!"

"Damn bastards, let them go!"

The barbed wire fence was swaying, and the prisoners in the second ward were excited when they heard the noise. As long as there are many people, we are not afraid of these police.

"Looking at the good things you have done, what should we do now?!"

Webster looked ugly and complained when he saw Victor.

Victor's expression was very cold, "I didn't have breakfast and I'm in a bad mood now. Since the prisoners chose armed riot, then we have the right to choose armed suppression!"

This sentence made Webster's eyelids jump.

"What are you going to do?"

Victor held the rubber stick between his arms, looked at the zombie-like prisoners in the First Ward not far away, and waved his finger.

"Todos listos!! (All ready!)" Casare shouted at the top of his lungs.

The prison guards in the emergency team raised their weapons one after another, which caused an uproar on the other side.

"shooting!!"

In front of Webster's horrified eyes, the prisoners huddled at the front wailed after being shot, and the facts proved it.

Bullets are more lethal than words.

The group of prisoners who had gathered together immediately ran away in a panic, and there was even a crowding and stampede.

"Do you know what you are doing? Victor! You are massacring, stop it, stop it!" Webster's face turned red with excitement, and his saliva almost sprayed onto his face.

"Sir, I just want to tell you that in Mexico you should choose violence when dealing with criminals. Only if you are more vicious than them will they cower like sheep!"

As for whether things will get too big and someone from outside will take advantage of him?

There are too many people who want him dead, but there are still a few missing?

As long as he keeps his skin, he can even replenish the members of the emergency team openly and uphold justice, isn't it just with his fists?

As long as I have enough people, I can't be the one who dies.

The right to speak is in the hands of those with strong fists.

Why can Pablo be so arrogant? Because he is strong enough and has formed the strength of a warlord, he can subvert a regime.

He has a private army of more than 40,000 people, equipped with armed helicopters, warships, submarines, tanks, armored vehicles, and even missiles.

If you reach Africa, you can almost sweep it.

At that time, the Colombian government was on the verge of collapse, and the government troops were not as advanced in weapons as Escobar's private army.

There is even a bounty on the police's heads, with a price of US$1,000 per head.

There are rumors that criminals from neighboring countries used to "make extra money."

Compared to him, the current drug cartels in Mexico are still "gentle". At most, they can dismember and shatter the bodies. However, if they want to form military capabilities that threaten the government forces, they still have to look to the later "Los Zetas" and "New Generation of Jalisco".

The current government still has "ability" in terms of force.

If it were now in Colombia, would Victor dare to make such a fuss? Maybe he would have already joined Pablo and cheered for the other party.

But in any case, if this "farce" spreads, his name Victor will really be resounding throughout the country.

He is not the first policeman who dares to fight back against drug dealers, but he is definitely the first one who dares to confront them like this.

"You butcher!" Webster shouted excitedly.

"Thank you, a nice nickname. I think you should take care of the mood of those sheep. By the way, tell them to be honest. It's easy for me to kill them in prison!"

"Tell them not to affect my mood."

After saying that, Victor left a cool back to the other party.

"I will definitely complain to the boss."

The only response he got was a middle finger.

Do you know what kind of person can get promoted and make money?

A reckless man!

Smart people call themselves wise men who look ahead and behind. They quietly wait for the so-called opportunity, and then when they get old, they lament that they were born at the wrong time.

The strong never complain about the environment.

I only have one life anyway, can they kill me twice?

Victor always thinks so freely. In Mexico, having no family means having no burden and handle.

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PS: After thinking about it, thank you all for your support recently, and add one more chapter!