Working as a police officer in Mexico

Venice is a beautiful city.

It has 118 islands scattered in the lagoon, and waterways are the most common means of transportation here.

In front of a 39-year-old coffee shop, several young people with leisurely expressions are sitting on rattan chairs, enjoying the rare sunshine.

Beside them are large snakeskin bags, bulging with unknown contents.

Today is a special day. It is the open day of an art exhibition in Venice. Many artists will come to display or appreciate the artistic creations of other colleagues.

Francois Pinault is the initiator of this art exhibition.

In the eyes of the outside world, he is a successful businessman, and also a very artistic businessman.

He runs the Kering Group.

Many people may not know the name of this group, but they should have heard of the other names.

Balenciaga.

Christie's Auction House.

He acquired them all.

In 1990, last year, Francois successfully acquired Balenciaga and prepared to turn it into a top luxury brand.

The art exhibition was also held to pave the way for Balenciaga.

However, under this bright and beautiful coat, there are also dirty things about children.

He and his son are particularly fond of sponsoring artists with special fetishes, and even promote them with great fanfare, using them as selling points on Balenciaga's promotional posters.

One word.

Disgusting!

A few minutes later, a large cruise ship appeared on the river, and on it were the people who participated in the art exhibition, including François Pinault and his son Henri.

The sound came from far and near, and soon the whole area became lively, and the curious gathered by the river to watch the excitement.

Although sensational events were taking place in other areas, it seemed that they did not affect here.

It should not affect it either.

Right?

Right...right?

When the crowd gathered more and more, the few leisurely young people did not go over to join in the fun, but took advantage of the crowd to open the snakeskin bag beside them and put on a set of armor.

"Alpha 17 confirms the target has appeared."

"Gamma 3 received, the sniper team is ready and can shoot at any time."

"No Gamma 3, you are only responsible for supplementary shooting this time, this time it is our turn for Alpha 17 to show our skills!!"

They are the new members of the Mexican Secret Service. They are the best in all aspects in the training center, otherwise they would not be qualified to join the Secret Service.

It's just that since they entered the Secret Service, they have not had any chance to show their skills.

There are too many!

Too many people want to improve!

In order to grab a mission, the Secret Service team almost broke their heads.

But this time is different.

This time there are so many missions that they can laugh out loud.

There are targets all over the world.

It would be strange if they were not happy when the best achievements were delivered to their door.

Now seeing a target is like a red-eyed gorilla.

Today they came here to do only one thing.

Kill!

Kill him and turn him upside down!

Francois Pinault is their priority.

His son cannot be spared either.

Because both father and son are not good birds.

When his son Francois-Henri came to power, he openly supported twisted artists.

There are statues with organs replacing noses and mouths.

There are also various conjoined bodies, capital punishment, twisted abuse!

And dismembered bodies.

It's simply a cult!

Such people are only suitable for capital punishment!

The crowd has reached its peak, and the art exhibition has officially opened.

Everyone surrounded Francois and his son, diligently showing their "artworks".

One of them had a mustache and his eyes were curved into hooks.

His artwork was a painting, in which a child was holding a dismembered human body.

Francois and his son looked very enjoyable and immersed after seeing it, as if they had entered some kind of extreme realm.

Beng!

Suddenly a fierce gunshot broke the lively atmosphere.

The painting and the author of the painting were torn into pieces.

Barrett M82.

The caliber is 12.7 mm, equipped with a high-explosive warhead with a critical effect.

That artist is an example.

Blood mixed with bone fragments and internal organs exploded all over the ground.

Francois and his son, who were closest to them, were sprayed in the face.

"Look, this is art!"

The sniper of Gamma 3 team was in a house 300 meters away, proudly showing off his gun skills.

The observer slapped his head and yelled: "Stop showing off! Keep shooting! Alpha 17 team said that except Francois, we can get a share of everyone else!"

"Understood!"

The sniper immediately focused and aimed at the target in the art exhibition again.

Like the perverted artist just now, there were at least 20 or 30 in the whole venue.

Killing one is a merit!

"Someone's dead!"

In the art gallery, after a brief silence, people's screams of fear were heard.

The whole scene was in chaos all of a sudden!

People ran everywhere, and some timid artists had already hidden behind their own art cabinets with wet crotches.

But that kind of wooden cabinet was like paper in front of Barrett. He shot it one by one and every shot made it explode!

"There are gunshots! Call the police!"

"Call the NM police! If you want to call the police, go ahead!"

Some people were confused and thought of calling the police in panic.

Will calling the police work?

How will those people come? By boat?

I'm afraid everyone in the audience will be dead by then!

François and his son are indeed people who wander in the upper class. Their reactions are much faster than those stupid artists. They found the possible blind spots at the first time and avoided the fate of being sniped.

"Dad, Dad! Don't leave me!"

François Henry was hiding behind a stone wall pillar. He wanted to run to a safer place.

But seeing that everyone who showed their heads was torn into pieces, he didn't dare to move at all. He could only look at his father for help.

His father, François Pinault, was hiding in a safer place. As long as he ran towards the gate next to him, he would definitely be able to escape from this hell.

He looked at his son with a lot of reluctance.

After all, this was his own flesh and blood, and he was still a little capable.

But...

At this time, my life is the most important!

This account is useless.

Just practice another one!

So he ran towards the gate without looking back.

The old man's legs were quite agile, not like other elderly people.

"Pino! Fuck your mother!"

Henry stared, not expecting his father to run away like this.

The whole eye socket turned blood red.

This is obviously angry!

Francois Pinault obviously doesn't care what his son scolds, being alive is better than anything else.

It's almost there! The gate is right in front of him!

Francois Pinault's eyes were also bloodshot, which was a desire for life.

However, just when his old hands just touched the door handle, the door opened from the outside.

The reverse thrust acted directly on Francois Pinault's face, and his aging body couldn't withstand the blow at all. There was a cracking sound of bones, and Francois Pinault flew back.

Then, several people in combat uniforms, whose ages and faces could not be seen clearly, but who were known to be very strong, rushed in, holding various firearms in their hands.

From shotguns to light machine guns, they covered everything.

They could charge and defend, and when necessary, they could also cover the retreat of friendly forces.

This was a complete commando team!

Da da da!

"Everyone get down! I will shoot anyone who dares to stand up!"

They blurted out in a stiff Italian, shocking everyone present.

Those who can join the Secret Service, especially the front-line teams, all have their own special abilities? Speaking a few foreign words is just a piece of cake.

However, there are also those who are blind and want to escape from the side by raising their legs, but this team does not need to take action. When the person raises his legs, his body will be torn into pieces.

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Barrett in the distance is still watching!

Everyone present is not clean, so there is no need to worry about anything.

Francois Pinault was still a little dizzy, but his instinct for survival made him crawl on the ground like a caterpillar, trying his best to stay away from these people.

But it was meaningless. A team member had already walked behind Francois Pinault, grabbed his few remaining white hair, and dragged him to the center of the art gallery.

Francois Pinault looked painful, but still stubborn, cursing fiercely: "Bah... bastard, let... let me go!"

The team member naturally didn't care about that, dragged him to the center of the field, and then took out a DV and started filming him.

"Francois Pinault, you are promoting various perverted hobbies and showing your love without disguising it. We condemn and express our indignation for this behavior!"

"Condemn!"

The team members behind him shouted loudly.

"That... that's just a personal hobby! You have no right to manage it!"

"No right? What do I have in my hand?"

The team member grabbed the gun body of the pistol, used the handle as a hammer, and smashed it at Francois's little toe.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"This is my power!!"

Although he was old, his blood was still quite red.

It seemed that he was well maintained.

Francois Pinault screamed in pain immediately.

This reminded him of the unbearable years before 1970.

He did everything he could to do all kinds of business, whether it was gray or white, as long as it could make money, he would not hesitate.

Then, he found that the children's business was the most profitable.

In a sense, he was a middleman who specialized in secret transactions with the so-called nobles.

Almost the same nature as the future Einstein, the fact that such a person could survive was the greatest insult to human nature.

At that time, he had experienced a lot of pain.

As he gradually developed through this and some other business operations, he thought he would never have this feeling again in the rest of his life.

But he didn't expect it to return now...

And it's even more intense.

"You still dare to quibble? You are not only interested in this aspect, you also act as a broker for those upper-class people, specializing in human trafficking, do you admit it?!"

"I... I don't... Ah!!"

François Pinault didn't dare to admit it at all.

He saw the other party filming himself with a DV. If it was really announced, he and his family would be finished!

Even if these people would let him go, those upper-class people would not let him go.

But this team member will not be polite.

Two more toes were smashed.

And he seemed to feel that he was still angry, so he kept beating until François Pinault's toes were shattered into slag in the leather shoes.

But I have to say that these leather shoes are really strong. Even if they are hit like this, the leather is not broken.

The blood and debris can be kept intact inside.

"Do you admit it?!"

"You are using force to force a confession! Even if I admit it, you will force me to lie!"

But the team member smiled: "It doesn't matter, as long as you admit it, you can still live!"

Francois Pinault's eyes flickered, painful and tangled.

Then, the player stepped on his calf without hesitation.

His shoes are specially made training shoes, which are even bulletproof to a certain extent and can break bones with a snap!

"I haven't said it yet! I haven't said it yet!"

François Pinault was clearly a bit broken.

"Crying? Crying counts as time! I don't have time to wait for your nagging answer!"

"I admit it! I admit it!"

"Admit what?!"

"I admit that I am trading people! But they are all adults... Uh-huh!"

The team member crushed another calf with his foot and reached out his hand to cover Francois Pinault's mouth.

Because the old man was too noisy, which made him very irritable.

Can't you please keep your voice down?

We are not deaf!

It's so loud, it looks energetic, but it doesn't seem to hurt enough!

François Pinault had collapsed. When the hand was removed from his mouth, he was already hoarse and began to admit all his actions.

Including but not limited to communicating with the upper class, occasionally engaging in drug trafficking, and also involved in organ trading...

Anyway, he will do anything to make money.

How else would he make a fortune?

Is the money so easy to make?

"Look, look, if you admit it early, you won't have to suffer so much, right?"

The team members were very satisfied and the DV video had recorded the entire episode.

"By the way, remember to edit it later. I cut off the toe tap I just made."

Until now, Francois Pinault's leather shoes are still in good condition, and it looks like nothing has happened to them at first glance.

And the angle is very tricky. If the part that steps on the calf is also cut off, it will not be obvious that Francois Pinault has broken two legs.

"Can I...can I survive?"

"You can live and die."

"You have no credibility! Just now you said I could survive!"

"Sorry, because you are so sinful, we can't help but want to execute you."

This team member smiled for the first time.

But Francois Pinault could not see it under the mask.

"Okay, brothers, one kick at a time, take turns, share the credit equally, and get promoted together!"

The other team members rushed up and trampled on Francois Pinault continuously.

Some are just excited.

François Henri, who was beside him, was already frightened.

He thought about running away, but at this time he couldn't walk at all, so he could only sit on the ground, releasing a stench.

When Francois had no air intake, the team members looked at Francois Henry at the same time.

"I...I didn't do anything that my father did! I'm innocent! And I also know a lot of high-class things. I can tell you everything!"

Francois Henry's whole body had collapsed, his body was limp on the ground, and all that was left was to cry out and beg for mercy.

"Sorry, we don't need these things, and we never negotiate terms with you people."

"You are just like drug dealers and you deserve to die!"

It is God’s business to forgive them!

Victor is responsible for sending them to see God! !