Guadalupe Island.
The remaining 70 drug traffickers wept with joy, and many were roaring with excitement.
They...
had been released!
These cops actually kept their words, really kept their words.
"Where's the boat... the boat the officers are sending us away on?" A drug trafficker lieutenant asked Kennedy with a fawning smile.
"There's no boat, swim back yourselves."
"Swim back?!"
The drug traffickers were instantly dumbfounded.
You look at me, I look at you.
"Off... officer, the distance to Ensenada City is over 300 kilometers, are you joking?" stammered the drug trafficker lieutenant.
Kennedy's eyebrows raised slightly, he nodded slowly, stepping aside, "You have a point. Go on, I'll take you to Mr. Victor."
The lieutenant's face lit up with joy, and he followed Kennedy for a couple of steps, then suddenly saw the police in front of him lunge forward as if he had lost his footing.
"Assault on an officer! You dare to assault an officer! Fire! The drug traffickers are rioting!"
Drug trafficker lieutenant: "???"
The machine guns on the Humvees cocked, firing across the drug traffickers on the shore.
Ratatatatat...
Swept dead.
Kennedy suddenly felt exhilarated, watching as all the drug traffickers in front fell, he straightened his clothes, looking down at the lieutenant who was spewing blood from bullet-torn lungs and made eye contact with him.
Pulling out his gun, he fired three shots into his head.
Even his eyeballs were shattered.
"The thing I hate most is people staring at me."
"Business as usual, add a meal for Jaws."
The officers nodded, accustomed to it, if there were no drug traffickers left in Mexico, they could all become zookeepers.
But what would the zoo animals eat?
Police department, Director's office.
In his hand, Victor held a badge with a black scorpion logo, its stinger entwined with a sword.
"EO? I might as well believe in UFOs."
Laughing scornfully, Victor tossed the badge into the fish tank beside him; he thought he needed to improve his temper by keeping some fish to refine his taste.
He found out that even fish were too noisy, so he just cooked them.
"Boss, I checked and this EO seems to be pretty powerful..." Casare said from the side.
"There are many powerful people, but this is Mexico, not Africa. You take someone's money, you have to be ready to die for them," Victor said.
You think money is that easy to earn?
They're just mercenaries, right?
These dogs don't get Geneva Conventions protections, which means you can chop them into pieces if you catch them, and nobody will say a thing.
Casare nodded, now having an unusual confidence in the firepower of the police department.
The victory method of Ah Q applies everywhere.
When Calderon cracked down on drug traffickers harshly in 2006, he put a lot of pressure on the officials below, and then? These officials just burned ordinary straw and told the higher-ups it was drugs, followed by a lot of publicity about the success of drug eradication.
Fooling those above and deceiving those below is universal.
Then suddenly Victor comes crashing in, flipping tables, do you think anyone's happy?
Uncle Victor wants you to be unhappy, because if you're happy, then I'm not.
"The egregiously evil, menace to Mexico, Big Drug Trafficker Benjamin Felix has been killed!"
A charred corpse appeared beside the TV.
Even a dog couldn't tell this was a person.
All we heard was that Benjamin was on a passenger ship, but that ship was blown up by Katyusha. Who knows whose body it was?
Randomly grab one and snap a photo.
You say it's not him? Then you must be very familiar with Benjamin, definitely a drug trafficker!
"It signifies the disintegration of the large-scale drug trafficking organization that was occupying Baja California State!"
"Long live!"
"Long live Mr. Victor!"
Cheers from Guadalupe Island and Dan Senada City resounded through the heavens.
Every year in Tijuana, over 2000 people die at their hands—the figure is no small matter. Truly heinous. Many dare to be angry but do not dare to speak. Now with the deeply sinful Benjamin killed, it's like a celebration for everyone.
This "Guadalupe Island War" held different signals in the eyes of many. That's over a thousand people. Why didn't Victor say where those people went?
He must have killed them all!
That damned "Tyrant"!
This time around, Victor did not make any "deafening" proclamations; stepping down from the stage, he said to Casare,
"Call Best back from the United States. We're going to establish no fewer than 10 factories on Guadalupe Island and in Dan Senada City. We can put a pause on the arms business for a while."
Arms dealing is profitable, but running around as a trafficker barely yields any profit. Victor planned to promote Alejandro, then, through his connections, set up an "ammunition processing factory" or "firearm assembly plant" to become a partner of the Mexican Government.
Then sell in the name of the nation.
Hehehe...
Why would I help you without any benefit for me?
The most important thing is, now with the drug traffickers eradicated, at least half of Guadalupe Island and Dan Senada City's people had lost their means of survival.
Do you think...
They won't make a fuss?
Don't think everything is safe now; when the time comes for an explosion, it will be too late.
Casare nodded and took note.
"Director, a call from Mr. Alejandro," the secretary said, handing him the phone.
Victor took it and said with a smile, "Sir, do you have any good news?"
"I think you should come to Dan Senada. Someone from Mexico City has arrived," Alejandro said in a low voice, "And it's a deputy minister from the education department." Explore more at mvl
"You'd better bring more people!"
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