Chapter 46 Good Night!

AT4 anti-tank rocket launcher is actually the export version of M86 anti-tank rocket launcher.

AT4 means 84, which means 84MM caliber.

Install a high-explosive armor-piercing shell...

Really, Gundam has to call for its mother.

Kennedy Heisenberg ordered people to fire 4 rocket launchers, and the mansion that looked bright and beautiful on the outside was instantly blown into a dangerous building.

Adjust the monocular night vision goggles and rush into the house with the team.

Just saw a woman running out.

Her face was covered in blood!

She was still wearing stockings and her eyes were still filled with fear.

She was sleeping and the house was blown up. Anyone would be scared.

When she saw Kennedy Heisenberg and others, her expression was obviously stunned, but the former raised his gun and nodded to her.

Before she died, a thought flashed through the woman's mind: The Mexican army is coming? !

There is no distinction between men and women in war, and are there any good women from drug lord families?

Just kill them.

Kennedy Heisenberg stepped over the woman's body, half-crouched in the corner, stretched his right arm downward, and placed his palm flat downward. In tactics, this is called: separate action.

He led his men to kill upstairs. The stairs were a little collapsed by the explosion. When he touched the stairs, he happened to meet Vasily Pedro and his two bodyguards in pajamas at the corner.

The two sides looked at each other for a few seconds. One of the bodyguards raised his gun in panic and wanted to kill him. At close range, the short gun has a great advantage.

But Kennedy Heisenberg is also a ruthless person. He pounced, hugged the opponent's head and pressed the opponent's wrist with his body, and punched the bodyguard's Adam's apple. One hit will kill! (Please do not try it easily, you will be in prison for life).

The remaining bodyguard was also killed by the team members.

Vasily Pedro's face was gloomy. Seeing the bodyguard being killed, his heart sank, and he directly made a condition, "If you let me go, I will give you 1 million US dollars!"

No more nonsense, just throw money.

He had encountered this kind of situation before, where someone blocked him and offered a price directly. Anyway, killers have no professional ethics.

Kennedy Heisenberg grabbed Vasili's hair, "Mr. Victor asked me to tell you, good night."

Puff!

The dagger in his hand pierced through the opponent's neck, and after pulling it out forcefully, he wiped the dagger on Vasili Pedro's face. The latter's face was twisted and trembling, and he covered his neck, his lips were twitching, and he stretched out his hand to make a loud sound like an exhaust fan.

Bang!

Kennedy Heisenberg blew the smoke from the pistol, "I still like guns, it's more gentlemanly."

Vasili Pedro stared, and died with his eyes wide open.

"Boss, the police are here!"

"Retreat!"

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"Are the fireworks beautiful? Gentlemen!"

Listening to the silence in the mobile phone, Victor smiled and spoke.

Alejandro's breathing was a little rapid, "What did you do? Victor!"

"There is too much garbage. I will help you clean it up. Don't thank me. This is what I should do as a policeman. If you have any questions, please come to my office tomorrow morning to find me. Sirs, I wish you good night and sweet dreams."

Victor hung up the phone, threw it to Casare, got up and walked outside, "We should go back too. I am not used to sleeping in this place."

The Pedro family was attacked. There is no need to wait until tomorrow. All the "gray" businesses in Mexico City will receive this news tonight.

The explosion sound...

If you don't know, you might think that an oil depot exploded.

The sponsor died, so of course the mission stopped automatically. Who would do something without money? However, there will be a bloody storm in the next two days.

The gangs and drug lords are busy dividing their businesses and territories.

Victor is naturally not important.

Back to the prison, I saw two unfamiliar Hummers, and two prison guards walked out of the sentry at the door with a sad face.

"Open the door." Casare sat in the back and said with the window pressed down.

"Boss Casare!"

The two prison guards were obviously happy when they saw him.

"What's wrong? You looked sad just now? Are the prisoners making trouble again?"

"No, no, it's Warden Webster. He suspended Captain Harrison and dispersed many members of the emergency team to the prison guards in the prison area."

Casare looked at Victor sitting in the co-pilot behind him.

The latter crossed his legs, holding a cigarette in his right hand, and paused in the palm of his left hand, "Webster is still guiding the work so late, he is a little serious, drive in."

"Open the door, open the door!" Casare pointed at the door and said.

The sentry prison guard hurriedly ran in and pressed the switch on the table, watching the convoy drive in, and excitedly said to his colleagues, "Now there is a good show to watch."

The Hummer drove to the office building, and Victor got out of the car and leaned over to Casare's ear and said a few words. The latter's right eyebrow jumped, nodded heavily, and walked alone towards the prison.

Victor rushed to the second floor with his men, and stood at the door of the office. He heard the women inside, smiling to the left and right, "It seems that our Mr. Webster enjoys life more."

As he said, he raised his foot and kicked the door open.

At a glance, they were doing "shameful things" inside!

The sudden intrusion of the group of people obviously frightened Webster. He hurriedly pushed the woman away, climbed up from the table, and quickly grabbed clothes from the chair next to him to cover his body.

The woman was a female prison guard. Victor had seen her before. He glanced at her and then looked at Webster again, frowning and looking gloomy. "I originally thought you were just an incompetent person, but I didn't expect you to be so corrupt. Look up and look at the national emblem hanging behind you. Webster, what are you doing!"

"You are playing with women in prison."

Victor rushed over with gritted teeth, which frightened Webster so much that he took a step back in fear, but he stepped on the clothes covering his lower body and fell directly to the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Victor took a deep breath and looked down at him, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm back today."

He made way half a body and nodded his chin toward the door, indicating that he could leave. Webster didn't say anything, and he didn't even dare to speak.

He didn't dare to ask why he was still alive!

Didn't the Pedro family want him?

Shouldn't he be dead?

He didn't dare to ask any of these. This man left him with a shadow.

Webster didn't even have time to put on his clothes. He ran out the door naked. Suddenly, he heard Victor calling him, "Hey, Mr. Webster."

He stiffened and turned his head.

"Good night."

? ? ?

Webster didn't know why he said this, so he ran away.

Victor stood by the window. After a while, he saw him running out of the office building and running towards his car.

Just as he was about to open the car door, he heard a roar. A prisoner rushed up to him with a dagger in his hand and stabbed him more than a dozen times. In a moment, he fell to the ground covered in blood.

Webster's eyes were so heavy. He saw several prison guards rushing over to hold him. He also saw a figure smoking and waving at him by the window on the second floor.

"Good night." Victor said softly and gently, but his eyes looked very cold.

I've been unhappy with this bastard for a long time.

You fucked a woman in my territory!

"Put this prisoner in solitary confinement. Which prison is he from?" Casare, who had just come in from the door, stood up and said, "It's mine."

"You are so careless, deduct half a month's salary."

Victor is fair in his work.

"And more!"

"What about the health fee? Wake up the prisoners who haven't paid. No money, and still sleeping? I want to see money on my table tomorrow."

Casare's body tensed up.

"Don't worry, Victor, I will go to collect the debt myself!"

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