Chapter 43 She Is Very Beautiful, Her Eyes Are Like Broken Diamonds.

"Victor..."

Casares shouted when he saw that he was in a bad mood, and glanced at Harrison from the corner of his eyes, and continued in a low voice, "There is a piece of paper on the body."

He took it out of his pocket and handed it over.

Victor snatched it and saw that it was written in Spanish: "Dios sabe, nos ofendes? Grupo pedro! (God knows, have you offended us? - Pedro Group!)"

Very good!

Very arrogant!

Mexican criminal groups like to hang their names.

I don't know what these bastards think. Sometimes they bomb government agencies and even announce that they did it.

Maybe, they just want to scare others.

Victor handed the note to Harrison, "Find their people, I want to meet them."

What he said was very simple, but everyone understood that he was very angry!

"I understand." Harrison nodded.

Victor looked at Lina again and left.

This country is too dirty. It can't tolerate even a little sunshine. It should be bombed by an atomic bomb.

Tears?

It's just a venting tool for the weak.

Find them and kill them!

Fighting violence with violence is the best way.

…

November 1.

Fidele Pedro sat in a Ferrari F40, watching the parade celebrating the Day of the Dead crossing the road, and couldn't help spitting.

He grew up in the United States, and what he disliked most was this "foolish" festival. He liked carnival and partying. As the eldest son of the Pedro family, he had the financial resources.

He pressed the horn hard.

A foot on the accelerator, boom boom boom!

He rushed towards the crowd. Some people in the vehicle that suddenly accelerated had no time to dodge and were directly knocked away. They fell several times in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

The parade behind him screamed.

Fidele Pedro showed a sick smile on his face.

He didn't like Mexico. The reason he came back was because he was racing in the United States and killed a pregnant woman and a local policeman. He had no choice but to run away.

It's different in the United States. This will lead to jail time. Hurry back and avoid the limelight first.

But the arrogance in his bones could not be hidden. The DNA of a bastard is always a bastard. In Mexico, he didn't care about killing people.

His family has plenty of money and power. He can kill anyone he wants!

Seeing that there was a red light ahead, Fidel Pedro stepped on the accelerator and accelerated directly. When he drove to the middle of the road, a dirt truck rushed over and hit his rear end.

The airbag of the Ferrari F40 popped out instantly, the car body rolled on the ground, and then hit the green belt next to it.

Only 10 seconds after the accident, a car drove next to the Ferrari. Four men with hoods got out of the car, opened the door with pressure pliers, dragged the unconscious Fidel Pedro out, and threw him into the trunk.

One of them took out a pen and wrote on the car body: "Victor Carlos Vieri, phone..."

After writing, he threw the pen away, sat in the copilot seat, and left in style.

The police who came upon hearing the news saw the Ferrari F40 and secretly cried out that it was not good. This car was too familiar. The deputy police inspector who led the team quickly called the Pedro family and asked people to protect the scene.

After more than ten minutes, two cars drove up, and seven or eight strong men got off from them. The leader grabbed the deputy police inspector and said, "Where is Federer?"

The deputy police inspector was caught like this, and he didn't even dare to talk back, just said that he didn't see it either.

"Boss, someone wrote a phone number here." Someone found the number on the car body.

The leading man pushed the deputy police inspector away, walked to the car body, squinted his eyes and looked at the string of names, always feeling... so familiar.

No matter who it is, if you offend the Pedro family, you will not end well!

...

Wow~

A bucket of water was poured on Federer Pedro's face.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the pain all over his body occupied his cerebral cortex, making him groan. Then he felt that he was tied to an "iron bed" with four people standing in front of him.

Three of them were wearing hoods, and one was looking at him with a cigarette.

"Give him adrenaline."

Fiedler Pedro went to the man without a hood and gave him an order. A man next to him came towards him with a syringe.

He struggled hard, "Who are you! I am Federer, the eldest son of the Pedro family. You can tell me what you need and I can give it to you. Money, is 1 million US dollars enough!"

Seeing the people getting closer and closer, he panicked again and raised the price: "5 million US dollars!"

But Harrison didn't care at all. He pushed adrenaline into his blood vessels. Soon, he felt excited, or should I say, his mind felt that he was very excited.

The other two people next to him picked up the bucket and poured it on him a few more times. His whole body was instantly soaked, and then they pushed the iron bed he was lying on hard!

Fiedler Pedro's eyes were dark, and he shouted in panic and fear, "Hey, hey!"

The cold wind on both sides blew on his face.

He knew where this was.

The dead man's freezer!

He could feel his whole body freezing, but he could feel the pain, his brain was excited, and he even saw the woman.

He didn't know how long it took before he was pulled out.

He lay on the iron bed, shivering all over.

Frost accumulated on his body.

Victor stood in front of him, took a puff of cigarette, raised his head and closed his eyes, "There is a girl, um, a very cute girl, her eyes are very beautiful, like broken diamonds."

"She will grow up soon and see this beautiful world, she can read, have knowledge and friends, she can get married, have children and a family."

Victor exhaled and opened his eyes, "But it's gone, go to hell, huh."

He put the cigarette close to Fidele Pedro's right eye and pressed it hard, and the eyeball was like...burned.

There was also a bad smell.

And... Fidele's scream.

"Listen, you will also feel pain." Victor let go of his hand, and the cigarette butt was actually stuck on it.

He reached out, and Harrison behind him handed him a hammer, and hit the other's already frozen right leg hard. Of course, it couldn't break, but it could rot!

"Ah!! Hehe... Spare me, let me go." Fidele begged, tears and snot mixed together.

There was no demeanor of the son of a drug lord at all.

"She should have cried like this before." Victor raised the hammer and continued to smash. Even the well-informed Harrison felt a little nauseous.

Just then, the phone rang.

A prison guard quickly handed it to him.

Victor picked up the phone, and the end was like a wild boar roaring, "Victor! I know it's you! Where's my son!"

Fidel Pedro heard his father's voice on the phone and suddenly felt wronged, crying, "Save me."

"Mr. Vasili, your son is laughing very happily. If you have time, you should find a mistress and have another one."

Vasili Pedro on the other side was shocked when he heard it, "Don't do it..."

"Ah!!!"

A hammer hit his palm, bloody and fleshy, and the screams made Vasili feel heartbroken.

"Don't worry, I will break his limbs first, and then kill him, Mr. Vasili, God pray to me, your sins should be judged!"

Victor raised the hammer and smashed it on his head in the desperate eyes of Fidel Pedro.

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Brothers and sisters, update it as soon as it’s online, two updates at the moment.

Also, don’t say whether it’s unpopular or not. . . I’m afraid, for now, it’s okay if the plot is a little bit cruel, the protagonist is a policeman, is it wrong to kill the drug lord?