Chapter 38 I’ll Make Sure You Have More Bullet Holes than I Do!

Late at night.

A pickup truck was running on the road, with its back pocket covered by a canopy.

Revenge never ends overnight!

A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, that’s because a gentleman has no ability to take revenge.

I have a cannon now, and you tell me to wait?

He has no time to “maintain justice”.

Do we need to find an auspicious day to kill drug dealers?

As long as I have firepower, today is an auspicious day!

Duke, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was scratching his head with a manual that he “picked up” from somewhere.

Artillery is also a technical branch of the army, okay? Do you think it’s enough to just bring a condom?

There were two cars following the pickup truck, one of which was called for support.

Victor handed the hood to Harrison, the leader of the emergency team behind him, and said, "Put it on."

"Boss Victor, do you still need to carry this at night? After this round, those bastards may not be able to see our people."

"To be safe, you don't want your faces to be seen by strangers, right?"

"After three rounds of artillery fire, you rush in. I want to hang Olivier at the gate of the Plateau Prison!"

Harrison nodded, put on the hood, holding the Uzi submachine gun configured by Victor in his hand, wearing a tactical vest, grenades hanging on both sides, and a Makarov on his waist.

Equipped with 4 more magazines.

If you don't say it, people won't know that this is a prison guard!

Harrison's eyes were exposed, deep and powerful.

"I remember you served in the military? In what unit?" Victor suddenly asked when he saw his outfit. He remembered that he had seen the personal information of the prison guard before, and it said that he had served in the army.

Harrison paused, "GAFE!"

Now even Casare, who was driving, couldn't help but look up at him.

Victor's eyes were a little...weird.

This Mexican GAFE special forces is very famous. In 1986, a special forces unit was established to fight drug dealers. It has many achievements and outstanding merits.

But what makes it really "famous" is another thing.

After the arrest of Abrego, the boss of the Gulf Group, Cardenas came to power. In order to consolidate his power, he asked Arturo Desena, who was only 23 years old at the time and served as a federal lawyer in Tamaulipas, to form a special forces bodyguard team.

He recruited 30 special forces, all from the Mexican GAFE special forces!

He used the wireless code "Z" when he was a marshal as a symbol, and arranged them from Z1 to the back. After Arturo Desena was shot dead when he met his mistress, Z2 Gonzalez was not very convincing because he had no special forces background and was a pawn inserted.

Z3 Lazcano was the actual leader of this group of special forces.

This group of people later became: Los Zetas!

I didn't expect Harrison to come from this unit.

His weight in Victor's heart suddenly increased.

Maybe, he can be taken with him when he is assigned abroad in the future.

What's so good about being a prison guard? At least the salary will be good if you follow me.

The other prison guards wanted to talk more, but seeing that the captain didn't mean to, they shut up.

4:31 am.

Arrived at the designated location.

Olivier's residence provided by Best is a private villa located on Loro Street.

It has to be said that these drug dealers make money quickly. From the outside, this brings a lot of shock to the prison guards who have never seen it.

Duke and two prison guards got out of the car, quickly opened the awning, and pushed the prepared shells into the barrel. They didn't even aim at such a big target. You can't hit it.

Duke pulled the bolt lever.

The shell flew out with a bang. The huge recoil cracked the glass of the pickup truck. The shell disappeared in the night light, but two seconds later, the explosion directly collapsed half of the corner of the small building.

Duke shook his numb head and shouted to the prison guards below, "Shell!"

Keep plugging and pulling!

What a shitty drug lord, look at my justice from the sky!

The people inside must have been stunned, and no one screamed. After three rounds, half of the small building was gone, and even the outdoor swimming pool was filled with fallen debris and turned into a dirt pool.

After the mission was completed, Duke got into the car, and the pickup truck swayed away, and Harrison and others got out of the car behind, a total of eight prison guards, and rushed into Olivier's residence.

Victor sat in the car and watched the time.

There were sporadic gunshots inside, but they soon died down. When the minute hand turned three squares, Harrison and his group came out. Two prison guards were pulling a man who had fainted. He was wearing pajamas and his face was covered with blood.

He threw it into the trunk quickly, and the prison guards got in. The engine roared twice and disappeared in the night. It took less than 10 minutes.

As expected, the poor would intersperse, and the rich would use artillery to wash the ground.

"How was it? Did you encounter resistance?"

Harrison shook his head. "When I went in, I saw several bodyguards trapped under the ruins. We met Olivier who was stunned in the room on the second floor. We killed the others."

"Well done." Victor praised.

The main thing is that Olivier didn't expect that you would take revenge so quickly, and you would directly bombard me?

I am a drug dealer, not a rebel.

The little drug dealer is still too short-sighted.

The "gentleman" Cali Group in Colombia once thought of using a bomber to kill Pablo, but no one sold it. Remember, it's not that they can't afford it.

Mexicans are very simple. After the fight, they called the police.

The police were stunned when they heard what the caller said.

"Are you sure you saw the artillery?"

"Yes! I saw it. The whole building was blown up. Come quickly."

"Are you sure it was a gang fight?"

The caller on the other end was also in a bad mood. "Of course, is it the police? Do you have the firepower?"

The pickup truck and the car parted ways outside the city, one went to the village and the other went to the prison.

The prison guard at the door saw that it was the boss who came back, and he let him go without asking.

The car drove to the playground.

Harrison and his colleagues pulled Olivier out of the trunk.

"Give him some adrenaline, hang him up at night, and don't let him die. I will execute him in front of all the prison guards and prisoners tomorrow morning!"

Execution in public!

"Boss, we are prison guards. We will go to jail for privately executing prisoners!"

When Best and Casare heard him do this, they panicked and hurried to persuade him.

"Aren't we in jail now?"

Victor spread his hands, "What is the difference between prison guards and criminals in Mexico? There are even drug dealers outside who say that prison guards serve them in prison. I just want to tell them not to fall into my hands, otherwise, I will skin him. It's simply lawless!"

He tore open his clothes, feeling a little stuffy, and walked towards the dormitory building. He walked two steps and walked back, looking at Casare, "Send 20,000 US dollars to Alejandro, and he will do it for us."

Casare and Best looked at each other.

Although Mexico is very chaotic, it is aimed at those unorganized elements in Mexico. If you, a prison guard, do this, you can't be sure that the rumors outside will kill you.

But looking at Victor like this...

He doesn't care at all.

He doesn't care in the first place. He wants to establish his personal image from the beginning of his career.

He is a firm anti-drug advocate!

Drug lords are not human beings. I just use some illegal means to eradicate evil.

This will be very helpful for my future promotion.

Mexico has suffered from drugs for a long time, and the inaction of the government has been gradually spurned by the people. This is why a peasant uprising broke out in 1994.

Despair is spreading.

Of course, drug lords will not be scared away by Victor's methods. On the contrary, they will even use more brutal means to maintain their own interests.

Let's see how the means are compared.

Jesus, you have to sit down and vote for me.

Drug lord?

Don't you have more people and more money than me?

Then I will give you more bullet holes than me!

People on the defensive have no right to negotiate.

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