Chapter 65 Obey the Law, Father!

The weather on the island changes at any time.

The sky was hazy and the rain seemed to pour down.

There were scattered believers sitting in the church.

Even if the police and drug dealers are fighting fiercely now, they still have to go to church. About 89% of the population in Mexico is Catholic. Even though Guzman was so powerful in 1993, he was forced to go into exile in Guatemala because of the death of the cardinal in a gunfight.

He spent 1.2 million US dollars to bribe an official in Guatemala in the hope that he could protect himself.

But the official who got the money sold him out.

This was also the beginning of Guzman's imprisonment.

On the day the cardinal died, the national media in Mexico broadcast Guzman's photos on TV in a loop, and the people also protested and marched. It was obvious that this matter was too much to make the weak Mexican people rise up to resist.

"God said that he will eventually return to the world..." The priest standing on the stage was reading the Bible, and there was a bang, and the door was violently pushed open from the outside.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the door.

Then a group of armed men dressed in black, wearing masks and holding weapons rushed in. On their left arms, it was written: Policía (Police)!

The priest's brows trembled, he put down the Bible, and walked over quickly, "Officer, what's the matter?"

"Routine inspection." Victor explained with a smile.

The priest's eyes caught a glimpse of the armored vehicle outside the door and the muzzle of the gun on it, and his mouth was bitter. You came to read the water meter with a gun?

"Officer, this is the residence of God, you are doing this..."

"God? Will he break the law?"

This question made the other party a little at a loss. Looking at the panicked priest, Victor smiled and turned over his Roman collar, "On Guadalupe Island, God must also abide by the law."

"Search!" He waved his hand, and a group of police officers in police uniforms rushed in from outside the door and began to search the church.

The priest stamped his feet anxiously beside him.

Although those believers felt that this was disrespectful to God, they thought that they were coming with guns, so they shrank their heads.

"Chief, there's none behind the church."

"Chief, there's none in the auxiliary toilet either."

Victor squinted his eyes and looked at the statue of Our Lady of Guadalupe in front of him. She was holy, gentle, and spotless.

This Virgin, who has the same name as Guadalupe Island, has been the spiritual belief of Mexicans since the spread of the 16th century.

"Smash it!" Victor suddenly spoke.

This order shocked everyone!

Even many police officers hesitated. Although it was almost the 21st century, some people disdained some of the Catholic stuff, but they still maintained the most basic "respect" in their hearts, or fear of the occult.

"No! Officer, you are defiling!" the priest said excitedly.

The believers next to him also dared to refute.

Victor took a deep look at the priest. In his eyes, no one could hide. This passionate priest was a drug dealer.

And he had a history of nearly 20 years. He was a member of the local drug trafficking organization and was planted here.

Ordinary police officers dared not do it, but the EDM people didn't care.

Whatever the boss says, that's what it is!

Take a door-breaking hammer from the armored vehicle.

"God! Save your people..." The priest knelt on the ground and cried, and the believers were immediately agitated by this scene.

But under the caliber, they could only "compromise".

The priest saw that he could not incite the believers, and his face was ugly. He stood in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary with his arms open.

"Do you want to be martyred?" Victor took out a pistol and grinned, "I swear, I won't hit you in the face."

The EDM member went up and slapped the priest to the ground, and swung the hammer to smash it.

Bang!

One hammer went down, and the whole statue cracked, and another one came.

The whole statue of the Virgin Mary fell down.

Victor went forward and rummaged through the ruins, and took out a packaged transparent bag from it, "What is this?"

The priest immediately collapsed to the ground like a dead vegetable.

"The clergy are hiding drugs. I think you are anxious to see God. Take him out and shoot him!" Victor's voice suddenly became loud.

The EDM members dragged the priest out by the hair.

No matter who you are, you are a drug dealer now!

And they didn't even interrogate me.

"You can't kill me! I'm a clergyman. There is no death penalty in Mexico. You can't kill me." The priest's face was distorted because his hair was pulled, but he didn't forget to shout loudly.

"I'm sorry, Father. The death penalty is popular on Guadalupe Island." Victor said to Kennedy Heisenberg, "Use the M2 Browning heavy machine gun."

The priest was dragged out by the big man in a mess.

After a while, the sound of gunfire was heard.

"All these drugs have been confiscated. The church is closed. No one is allowed to open it without my permission."

...

Bang!

Alberto Lopez Portillo flipped the table with a livid face, spilling the fruit and tea on it all over the floor, and grabbed his younger brother by the collar, "What did you say? Say it again!"

"The church... the church was closed, and our goods are gone."

Alberto was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes, "How did the police know there were goods in the church?"

"Someone must have informed on them!"

This batch of goods was to be shipped to California, and the gangs in the United States had already paid an advance payment. If the goods were not shipped, this channel would be cut off, and the loss would be even greater.

"Boss, let's try to get the goods first. If the Original Bloods Family don't get the goods, they..." I didn't finish the second half of my sentence.

But Alberto, who has lived in the United States for a long time, certainly knows what he means.

The black gangs founded in Los Angeles in the 1970s have spread all over the world in just ten years, but because the armed forces in the United States can suppress the situation, these gangs have not caused any major incidents.

But there are still occasional fights.

The decades of feuds between the Bloods and the Crips have killed more than 5,000 people.

But even if the tough Colombians go to the United States to sell drugs, you have to get the consent of the local gangs, otherwise...

Let you understand what a local tyrant is.

Alberto gritted his teeth and frowned, "Then transfer the goods that were planned to be shipped to other states in the United States to California first."

"I lost at least 5 million US dollars! Damn it!"

"Boss, there is one more thing. After Victor gave a TV speech, many residents on the island seemed a little impetuous." The younger brother tried to be more tactful, "Los, nicknamed: Skinny Dog (Perro fino), from the Trevino family next door, was killed."

1,000 US dollars has begun to make the brave islanders take action.

There is no shortage of "brave" people in this world.

Alberto was getting angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He kicked the teacup on the ground hard, turned his head, and looked vicious. "Do these peasants think they can turn things around just because Victor came? Teach them a proper lesson and let these lowly people know that long-term victory will belong to us!"

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"Some people in the Morelos neighborhood are too close to the police. Give them a taste of their own medicine!"

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Don't rush me, brothers. It will be on the shelves on the 27th. There are still a few days left. I am saving the manuscript. . .