Chapter 59 Long Live!

That means this is not Victor's ship, otherwise, it would have crashed into it!

negotiation?

What's there to talk about with drug dealers?

But the captain disagreed and even hugged Casare's thigh and screamed.

After all, they are police officers who have to protect the "legitimate property" of "legitimate people".

Moreover, Victor also wants to hear what they have to say?

The four drug dealers climbed up the ladder on the side of the ship. When they reached the deck, they were held down. They were startled and struggled to resist.

"Don't be nervous, we are just checking if there are any contraband." Casare stood in front of them and said with a smile.

Bah…

A police officer pulls down a drug dealer's pants to reveal a Mickey Mouse icon.

"Hey, man, cover it up, Disney Legal is going to sue you," Casare joked.

"I just want to see if there is a bomb in his butt." The police officer touched the other person's buttocks seriously and sighed, "It's really round."

The drug dealer was so angry that he almost got up and fucked him. If it weren't for the dozens of guns pointing at him, he would have sworn he would have fucked him.

"Casare, this is very unfriendly!" The leading man was very thin and tried hard to break away, but the police officer's hand tightened even more. "Let me go, you fat pig, I am the representative." Tijuana is here to negotiate!”

It's not unexpected at all to be able to call out his name. It would be a dereliction of duty for the drug cartel if he didn't know.

"I have nothing to negotiate with the drug lord." Victor walked out of the cabin with a cigarette in his mouth. "How can justice compromise with evil?"

The man raised his head vigorously and laughed, "Victor, is your name Justice? How many people did you kill in Mexico City..."

"etc."

Victor suddenly stretched out his hand, "I'm sorry, can you exchange me for a cigarette before you talk about my glorious deeds? Thank you."

He smiled, and then used the burnt cigarette butt to light a new cigarette for himself, "Please continue, by the way, let me emphasize to you again, that is not a human, that is a drug dealer, that is a bastard!"

"have you understood?"

The man felt deeply insulted. Even a U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration agent would not dare to say such a thing in front of a top executive of a drug cartel.

His eyes were sinister and threatening, "You should understand that Baja California belongs to Tijuana. There will be no good consequences for going against us. I come here with sincerity. There is a check for 2 million US dollars in the box. You just need to guarantee us The route on Guadalupe Island is safe and will pay you dividends every year.”

"I know you live in a poor family, Victor, and this country is also very poor, but you should understand that as long as you don't go against us, you will have endless money. You don't want to sleep in a mansion every day, and then When you open your eyes, you can see seven or eight women lying next to you. Now... you just need to nod and you will have all of them!"

The man tried his best to bewitch and shouted, "What's the point of being a stinky policeman who only earns a few hundred dollars a month?"

Victor couldn't help but laugh out loud, which obviously made the other party a little angry, "Isn't that what I said? Let me tell you, even the governor of Baja California is one of ours. I just need to bribe your boss. Don't you think you can even bribe him?" Will they all be killed?”

"why not!"

Victor asked rhetorically, he spread his hands and looked at the police officers around him, "Guys, we come from the slums of Mexico, where drugs are rampant and full of blood and violence. The children there are ragged and lack the yearning for tomorrow, but even if I am punished by God and I will prove to all Mexicans that Mexico deserves its name!”

"I will definitely fight the drug dealers to the end!"

"Long live the great Mexico, long live the great anti-narcotics cause!"

The officers raised their weapons and cheered Victor's name.

It must be said that he has the ability to incite people.

"The others killed him, hung him with a rope around his neck, cut some blood on his arm, then threw him into the water and dragged him forward. I want to see if the great white shark eats him!"

"You can't kill me, my brother-in-law is Eduardo Arellano Felix from Tijuana!"

The man shouted loudly.

Victor looked at him, "I'm sorry, I can't notify him to save you. If necessary, I will send him to see you next time."

"Kill them."

Felix is ​​actually one of the four Ramon brothers in Tijuana, the second eldest, nicknamed: "Doctor".

Several drug dealers heard Victor's order and became frantic. One of them pushed away the prison guard and tried to rush in front of Victor, but was punched to the ground by an EDM member who rushed up from beside him.

He took out his dagger and stabbed him in the neck.

The Norwegian captain and several crew members in the distance could not help but tremble.

The drug dealer struggled on the deck like a dead fish, his eyes began to turn white, blood spurted out from his wounds, and his death was extremely tragic.

The drug dealers on the assault boat below realized something was wrong and fired a shot into the sky. They wanted to ask what happened, but they heard someone on the deck yelling "angrily", "The drug dealers have fired, fight back! Fight back!" "

"????"

Before the drug dealers on the assault boat could react, bullets were aimed at them. The weapons of this EDM reserve team were also very sophisticated.

Equipped with the Altimax machine gun produced by Singapore Chartered Industries, it weighs less than 10 kilograms, has good controllability and recoil, and is cheap, only requiring 670 points.

According to a small team of 10 people, 22 guns are equipped.

Using machine guns from a high position, and on the sea, such an unethical fighting style instantly made the sea water churn bloody.

"Shooting! Shooting!"

The officer on the dock hurriedly picked up the telescope and saw the drug dealers being killed. He kept greeting Victor. When he finally saw the man tied with ropes and thrown off the boat, he shouted angrily, "Idiot! I want to complain about him. He is killing civilians in Baja California!"

No one around paid attention to him.

They were shocked by this.

I have indeed heard of the name Victor Carlos Vieri, but I didn't expect him to be so "bold!"

This is the Tijuana drug cartel!

Anyone who provokes him will be killed regardless of whether you are male, female, old or young.

He once set a record of killing so many people in one day that the local morgue was filled!

He also killed four mayors of Baja California in succession, which was extremely arrogant.

Here, you either cooperate with him or die.

Those who resist like Victor.

I'm afraid there will be no good end.

Victor certainly didn't know what the "cowards" on the shore were thinking. He looked at the man being dragged below.

"Boss, sharks are coming!" Casare pointed to a place not far away.

This area is where great white sharks gather...

Victor looked in the direction Casare pointed, and sure enough, he saw a shark with its dorsal fin exposed, and it came over after smelling the blood.

"Do you think sharks will get high after eating drug dealers?"

Casare: "???"

What kind of question is this.

"I don't think so."

Victor nodded thoughtfully, "That's good, the great white sharks on Guadalupe Island don't have to worry about lack of food in the future."

Casare's scalp numbed, and he couldn't help asking.

"Boss, do you believe in... Satan?"

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