Resolving Victor's anger was actually quite simple.
Stand still, don't move, just let him fire one shot and the matter would be settled.
A small matter?
Most could get through it.
Though usually they couldn't be pieced back together.
Moreover, he didn't have much time to play "lovey-dovey" games with the small fries on Guadalupe Island. He needed to find some stinking salted fish to kill.
His power base needed development!
If Guadalupe Island developed well, he'd control the important US-Mexico transportation line. Whatever cargo passed through would have to pay him.
So to kill these drug dealers, Victor summarized the following points:
"First, caliber isn't big enough, no shocking effect on drug dealers."
"Second, firepower isn't fierce enough, need to increase caliber."
"Third, everything above is correct."
He used points to exchange for over ten Type 64 120mm mortars. These had large caliber and could provide artillery support anytime.
Victor stretched his hand out the window, released it, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground, crushed by the wheels. "Contact the TV station, have them prepare for live broadcast."
Casare, wearing a steel helmet, was stunned hearing this.
"If there are no monkeys watching when you kill the chicken, it's a failed military operation."
This island was nearly 250 square kilometers, about 25 kilometers long and 10 kilometers wide, roughly 0.004 the size of Tongliao.
Without making enough noise, some people really might not know.
Casare quickly agreed, hurriedly notifying the TV station to send people over.
The show was about to begin!
Victor wasn't idle either. He'd long since mapped out the drug trafficking groups' territories - all tiny areas.
The convoy passed about three kilometers from the TV station. On a naturally formed hill, houses could be seen - the Portillo family stronghold.
This criminal family had been active on Guadalupe Island for decades. If not for poor geographical location, they might have become a large family like the "Michoacán."
But precisely because they hid on this sea island.
They'd escaped several US-Mexico joint anti-drug operations. Everything had pros and cons.
But today probably wouldn't work...
Their auspicious day had been fitted with diapers by Victor.
Officers unloaded mortars, directly "requisitioning" two civilian houses below the hill. Guadalupe Island residents were quite cooperative - after being punched twice, they all behaved.
"Boss, TV station people are here."
"Set up equipment, full live broadcast."
TV station staff hurriedly fiddled with equipment, faces bitter. They were now rare technical personnel - naturally couldn't be sent home. If they left, who would manage the equipment?
Equipment was quickly adjusted.
Victor wore two watches - one American time, one Victor time (inaccurate, depending on mood). It was nearly 8 AM. "Start with a round of high-explosive shells to wake them up."
Many islanders eating breakfast found their programs suddenly flickered and changed to a scene.
Police were busy around mortars, with the horizon visible in the distance and unknown birds circling overhead.
"This looks like the beach area?"
"West side of Guadalupe Island? I've been there..."
At this time, in the mansion halfway up the hill.
Alberto in a bathrobe sat on the sofa with an ugly expression, looking at Litokwa before him. "Uncle, what do you mean by this?"
"Weren't you planning to sell me out to police? Why are you questioning me now?" Second-in-command Litokwa sneered.
Alberto suddenly looked at his subordinate beside him, who immediately moved to Litokwa's side. Alberto glared, "You betrayed me!"
"Al... Alberto, you have no ability to lead the Portillo family out of trouble. You're too naive, you simply..."
Before he could finish, there was a violent explosion. Considerable dirt and dust fell from overhead, and everyone in the hall fell silent.
"Boss! Trouble! Police are shelling us!"
A drug dealer shouted at the doorway.
Litokwa reacted quickly, directly shooting Alberto dead, decisively leading his men outside.
Just as they ran out, sharp ear-piercing sounds came from mid-air. Drug dealers looked up to see shells falling from the sky!
"Take cover!!"
...
"Póngalo! (Fire!)"
For arms dealers, the greatest shame was running out of shells. Thirteen 120mm mortars total, with 60 high-explosive rounds prepared.
Victor planned to flatten them directly.
Perhaps those who hadn't personally endured it didn't understand the terror of 120mm caliber. Basically, after vertical impact, the violent explosion could kill you just from the shock waves!
Mexican drug dealers had never seen such things. Normally having machine guns was already exotic - artillery was unthinkable.
Hearing artillery, they immediately took cover.
Well...
Many had their internal organs ruptured by the shockwaves, bleeding from all seven orifices.
Litokwa staggered up. This drug trafficking group's second-in-command looked somewhat disheveled, seeing the surroundings bombed to ruins, unable to catch his breath.
"Victor! I fuck your XX!"
Whoosh...
Boom!
A high-explosive shell exploded right beside him. Probably didn't survive...
"Set firing elements - Fire!"
After all 60 high-explosive rounds were fired, the hillside halfway up was unrecognizable, with only layers of thick smoke slowly rising.
Guadalupe Island residents watching TV felt their scalps tingle.
"This is revenge!"
Victor's face appeared on TV, expression serious, eyes hawklike. "The Portillo family killed 4 ordinary residents of Morelos district. This seriously crossed my bottom line. Guadalupe Island does not accept and cannot tolerate harm to ordinary civilians."
"Any harm to civilians is provocation!"
"I hereby seriously declare, demanding Guadalupe Island drug dealers surrender to Guadalupe Island Police Station before 12:00 tomorrow, or they will be considered rebels. My forces will no longer offer surrender opportunities and will fully exterminate them!"
"For remaining Portillo family members, I offer bounties - $2,000 for one key member. For civilians who sell intelligence to drug dealers, they will be executed as drug dealers!"
Victor's gaze looked deeply at the camera. "Gentlemen, Guadalupe Island is mine!"
...
"Boss, really accept drug dealer surrenders?" Casare asked. He was also somewhat excited - this crushing victory was incredibly satisfying.
Hearing about possible surrenders felt a bit disappointing.
Victor glanced at him. "When they surrender, gather them together and machine-gun them all. Surrender? My words never count!"
Casare was stunned, suddenly slapping himself.
Damn!
Following Victor so long and still so naive.
A scene suddenly swirled in his mind.
Thousands of drug dealer leaders surrendering, then... what awaited them was being wiped out in one net.
Even Africa's Amin would praise Victor: "Excellent..."
Casare shivered.
His reputation was probably going to grow even bigger!
(End of Chapter)
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