Resolving Victor's anger was actually quite simple.
Stand still, don't move, and just let him fire off a round, and that would settle the matter.
A minor issue, right?
You could basically tough it out.
But generally, it doesn't quite come to that.
And he didn't have much time to deal with the small fries on Guadalupe Island with this "lovey-dovey" nonsense; he needed to find a rotten fish to kill.
The base needed expanding!
If Guadalupe Island were developed properly, he would dominate the crucial US-Mexico trade routes, and everyone would have to pay a toll, no matter what kind of goods they were carrying.
So, to kill these drug traffickers, Victor summarized the following points.
"One, the caliber is not big enough; it doesn't shock the drug dealers."
"Two, the firepower isn't fierce enough; we need to increase the caliber."
"Three, all of the above are correct."
So, he used points to exchange for more than a dozen Type 64 120mm mortars, which were large-caliber and ready for artillery support at any time.
Victor stuck his hand out the window and let go; the cigarette butt fell to the ground and was crushed by the wheels,"Contact the TV station, tell them to prepare for a live broadcast throughout."
The helmeted Casare was stunned upon hearing this.
"If you're killing a chicken and no monkeys are watching, then it's a failed military operation."
The island had an area of nearly 250 square kilometers, roughly 25 kilometers long and 10 kilometers wide, about the same as 0.004 of Tongliao.
If you don't make a big enough fuss, some people might not even realize what's happening.
Casare hurriedly acknowledged and quickly notified the TV station to send someone over.
The show was about to begin!
Victor, too, had been busy. He had long figured out the drug trafficking syndicate's territory—a total puny area.
The caravan passed by the TV station about three kilometers away, and on a naturally formed hill, you could see houses; that was the base of the Portillo family.
This criminal family had been active on Guadalupe Island for decades, and if not for an unfavorable location, might have become a large family like "Michoacán" by now.
But also because they hid on an island.
They avoided several US-Mexico joint drug law enforcement efforts, with their respective pros and cons.
But today might be a different story...
Their auspicious day just had Victor put diapers on it.
The officers unloaded the mortars and directly "requisitioned" two houses at the foot of the hill. The people of Guadalupe Island were very cooperative; after a few punches, everyone fell in line.
Many were shaken to the point where their insides ruptured, and blood streamed from every orifice.
Litokwa staggered to his feet, the second-in-command of the drug syndicate looking ragged as he observed the destruction around him, unable to summon any anger.
"Victor! I fuckxx!"
Whoosh...
Boom!
A high-explosive bomb detonated right beside him, probably not fatal...
"Set firing elements—fire!"
After all 60 high-explosive bombs were deployed, the mountain side was unrecognizable, shrouded only in rising plumes of smoke.
The residents of Guadalupe Island watching the scene on TV felt a chill run down their spines.
"This is retribution!"
On the screen appeared Victor's face, his expression solemn, his gaze chilling, "The Portillo family killed four civilians in the Morelos District, which has gravely crossed my red line. Guadalupe Island cannot accept, nor will it tolerate, harm to the innocent."
"Any harm to civilians is a provocation!"
"I hereby issue a stern warning, demanding that drug traffickers on Guadalupe Island surrender to the Guadalupe Island Police Station by noon tomorrow. Failing that, they will be regarded as rebels, and my forces will no longer offer the opportunity to surrender, focusing instead on complete annihilation."
"A bounty is issued for any remaining members of the Portillo family, $2000 US dollars per core member, and civilians who betray information to drug traffickers will be executed by firing squad like drug traffickers!"
Victor's gaze penetrated the camera lens, "Gentlemen, Guadalupe Island is mine!"
...
"Boss, are we really accepting the traffickers' surrender?" Casare asked. He was somewhat thrilled himself; such a one-sided battle was exhilarating.
The thought of accepting a surrender even felt slightly disappointing.
Victor glanced at him, "When they surrender, gather them all together and mow them down with machine guns. Surrender? My word has never counted!"
Casare was stunned, then slapped himself.
Fuck!
After all this time with Victor, how could he still be so naïve?
An image suddenly took shape in his mind.
Thousands of key drug traffickers surrendering, only to be wiped out in one fell swoop.
Amin from Africa would have to praise Victor, "Yo Wes..."
Casare shivered.
It seemed his reputation would grow even larger!
...