Working as a police officer in Mexico

The AT4 anti-tank rocket launcher is actually the export version of the M86 anti-tank rocket launcher.

AT4 means 84, which means 84MM caliber.

Install a high-explosive armor-piercing projectile...

Really, I have to call my mother every time I come here.

Kennedy Heisenberg ordered four rocket launchers to be fired, and the seemingly glamorous mansion was instantly blown into a dangerous building.

After adjusting the monocular night vision device, he led the team into the house.

Just then I saw a woman running out.

His face was covered in blood!

She was still wearing stockings, and her eyes were filled with fear.

Get some sleep, if your house blows up, everyone would be scared.

When she saw Kennedy Heisenberg and others, her expressions were obviously astonished, but the former raised his gun and nodded to her.

Before she died, a thought flashed through the woman's mind: Are the Mexican troops coming? !

There is no distinction between men and women in war, and are there any good women from drug lord families?

Just do it to death.

Kennedy Heisenberg stepped over the woman's body, squatted half-crouched in the corner, stretched his right arm downwards, and placed his palms flat. In tactics, this is called: separate actions.

He himself led the people to kill upstairs. The stairs were a bit collapsed due to the bombing. When he touched it, he happened to meet Vasili Pedro and his two bodyguards in pajamas at the corner.

The two sides looked at each other in confusion for a few seconds. One of the bodyguards raised his gun in a panic and wanted to kill him. When it comes to close range, the short gun has the advantage.

But Kennedy Heisenberg was also ruthless. He would swoop in, hold the opponent's head, press the opponent's wrist with his body, and hit the bodyguard's Adam's apple with his fist. One blow would kill him! (Please do not try or wear it easily).

The other remaining bodyguard was also killed by the team members.

Vasili Pedro's face was gloomy. When he saw the bodyguard being killed, his heart sank, and he immediately made a condition, "If you let me go, I will give you 1 million US dollars!"

Not much nonsense, just throw money at it.

He has encountered this kind of people before who were blocked and offered a price directly. Anyway, the killer has no professional ethics.

Kennedy Heisenberg grabbed Wasley's hair and said, "Mr. Victor asked me to convey to you, wish you a good night."

puff!

The dagger in his hand penetrated the opponent's neck. After pulling it out with force, he wiped the dagger on Vasili Pedro's face. The latter's face was distorted and trembling, he covered his neck, his lips were twitching, and he stretched out his hand and screamed loudly. It's like the sound of an exhaust fan.

jump!

Kennedy Heisenberg blew the smoke from his pistol, "I still like firearms, they are more gentlemanly."

Vasili Pedro stared and refused to rest in peace.

"Boss, the police are here!"

"withdraw!"

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"Are the fireworks beautiful? Gentlemen!"

Listening to the silence in the big brother room, Victor smiled and spoke.

Alejandro's breathing became rapid, "What did you do? Victor!"

"There is too much garbage. Let me help you clean it up. Don't thank me. This is what I should do as a police officer. If you have anything, please come to my office to see me tomorrow morning. Sirs, I wish you a good night. Okay. Dream."

Victor hung up the phone, threw it to Casare, stood up and walked outside, "It's time for us to go back. I'm not used to sleeping in this place."

The Pedro family has been attacked. There is no need to wait for tomorrow. All those doing "grey" business in Mexico City will receive the news tonight.

That explosion...

Those who didn’t know thought some oil depot had exploded.

When the benefactor dies, the task will of course stop automatically. Who will do it if there is no money? However, there will be a period of bloodshed in the next two days.

Gangsters and drug lords are busy carving up their businesses and territories.

Of course Victor is no longer important.

When I returned to the prison, I saw two unfamiliar Humvees, and two prison guards walked out of the sentry at the door with sad expressions on their faces.

"Open the door." Casare sat in the back and pressed the window.

"Boss Casare!"

The two prison guards were obviously happy when they saw him.

"What's wrong? You had a sad look on your face just now? Are the prisoners making trouble again?"

"No, no, no, it's Warden Webster. He suspended Captain Harrison and dispersed many people from the emergency team to the prison guards in the prison area."

Upon hearing this, Casare looked at Victor, who was sitting in the co-pilot behind him.

The latter crossed his legs, held a cigarette in his right hand, and paused in the palm of his left hand. "Webster is still guiding the work so late. He is a little serious. Let's drive in."

"Open the door, open the door!" Casare pointed at the door and said.

The sentry prison guard hurriedly ran in and pressed the switch on the table. He watched the motorcade drive in and said excitedly to his colleagues, "Now there is a good show to watch."

The Hummer drove to the office building, and Victor got out of the car and whispered a few words in Casare's ear. The latter's right eyebrow jumped, nodded heavily, and walked toward the prison alone.

Victor rushed to the second floor with his men, and when he stood at the door of the office, he heard Yingying Yanyan inside, smiling to the left and right, "It seems that Mr. Webster enjoys life more."

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked the door open.

At first glance, one can see that "something messy" is being done inside!

Webster was obviously frightened by the sudden intrusion. He pushed the woman away and got up from the table. He quickly grabbed the clothes from the chair next to him and covered his body.

The woman was a female prison guard. Victor had seen her before. He glanced at her, then looked at Webster again, frowning, with a gloomy face, "I originally thought you were just an incompetent person, but I didn't expect you to be so corrupt. , you look up and look at the national emblem hanging on the back, Webster, what are you doing!"

"You're playing with women in prison."

Victor gritted his teeth and rushed over, which made Webster take a step back in fear, but he stepped on the clothes covering his lower body and fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state.

Victor took a deep breath and looked down at him, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm back today."

He stepped aside halfway and nodded toward the door with his chin, indicating that he could leave. Webster did not make a sound, and he did not even dare to speak.

I didn’t dare to ask why he was still alive!

Isn't he wanted by the Pedro family?

Shouldn't he be dead?

He didn't dare to ask any of these questions. This man cast a shadow on him.

Webster didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he ran out the door naked. Suddenly, he heard Victor calling him, "Hey, Mr. Webster."

He stiffened and turned his head.

"have a good night."

? ? ?

Webster didn't know why he said this and ran away.

Victor stood next to the window, and after a while, he saw him running out of the office building and running towards his car.

Just as he was about to open the car door, he heard a roar. A prisoner rushed to him with a dagger and stabbed him more than a dozen times. In a moment, he fell to the ground covered in blood.

Webster's eyes were so heavy that he saw several prison guards rushing over to hold him. He also saw a figure smoking a cigarette and waving to him by the window on the second floor.

"Good night." Victor whispered softly, but his eyes looked cold.

I've long been unhappy with this bastard.

You are messing with women on my territory!

"Put this prisoner in solitary confinement. Which prison does he belong to?" Casare, who had just come in from the door, stood up and said, "It belongs to me."

"If you do something so carelessly, half a month's salary will be deducted."

Victor pays attention to fairness when doing things.

"besides!"

"Where's the sanitation fee? Wake up the prisoners who haven't paid. Why are you still sleeping when you have no money? I want to see money on my desk tomorrow."

Casare's whole body tensed up.

"Don't worry, Boss Victor, I will go and collect the account in person!"

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