Francisco relayed Victor's words verbatim to the drug dealers.
The scene at that time...
Everyone stood up with righteous indignation, cursing Victor for being inhuman.
One by one they clamored about showing him what for.
But no one's butt left their chairs - all glued to their seats.
Francisco leaned against the doorway, cigarette dangling from his mouth, watching coldly, then suddenly said, "So should we go fight? Our current manpower should be enough for Victor to give us a round of artillery coverage. I should tell you, we don't have much ammunition left."
The scene immediately went cold.
The drug dealers instantly shut their mouths, looking at each other.
"Francisco, do you think Victor keeps his word?" A drug dealer voiced his inner worry, "He won't wait for us to lay down weapons then exterminate us, right?"
Francisco was actually somewhat hesitant too, pausing with furrowed brows, "He shouldn't be lawless to that extent, right? This is a civilized society now!"
A drug dealer saying such things was quite ridiculous.
They normally did plenty of things only animals could do.
When Kiki (Camarena's) body was discovered, even experienced Mexican coroners vomited everywhere. One reason this incident so angered the DEA was how horribly he died.
Even decades later in news media, you could feel that despair from fragments of words!
"If he really commits such inhumane acts, probably no one in Mexico could tolerate him!" Francisco said with furrowed brows.
Actually, they had no choice now.
Everyone's courage had long been shattered.
They could only "pray" Victor would maintain basic "morality."
Francisco threw his cigarette on the ground, stamping it out to vent his frustration, looking at everyone, "Anyone else have objections?"
The drug dealers looked at each other.
"Fine, that's settled. I'll contact them."
Francisco didn't want to delay - delay breeds change. He picked up the brick phone from the table and called Casare.
Hearing the drug dealers agreed, Casare gave Victor an OK sign, his tone flat, "Tomorrow 8 AM at the dock. Ships are already arranged. If you don't show, it counts as desperate resistance!"
"Gentlemen, this is the police station's final opportunity for you. Please cherish it." He hung up after speaking.
Hearing the dial tone, Francisco gestured to them, "You heard. Gentlemen, we've reached this point - we have no choice. God bless us!"
"God bless~"
The drug dealers prayed in succession.
But they forgot - they should pray Victor would allow God to speak!
...
The white drug dealer nicknamed Scorpion sat in his car, eyes coldly watching the marketplace ahead, cigarette in his mouth.
He wasn't willing to just leave Guadalupe Island like this. He was different from the others - he was an outsider who'd finally gained a foothold here. Now you tell me to surrender?
Some people would rather give up their lives for money, status and power.
Especially desperate criminals like drug dealers - cutting off someone's livelihood was like killing their parents!
Some had many parents - surrender at worst.
But Scorpion was different - he only wanted money!
Those cowardly idiots still wanted to surrender?
If he lost territory and became like a rat crossing streets, with no money then, what meaning would living have?
In the criminal group he'd single-handedly created, few were willing to fight for him anymore - only 8 remained. Only madmen could stay with madmen.
They planned to create chaos first, not let those at the police station have it easy, then take it step by step.
Scorpion's chosen target was this marketplace. He took a deep drag, his subordinates in the car watching him. As he was about to throw away the cigarette butt, his long-developed drug dealer caution made him sense something wrong.
Where were the people in the marketplace?
"Retreat!!" he roared, then saw an officer with a rocket launcher jump out ahead, firing at the van!
The driver shifted to reverse, flooring the gas pedal, but RPG-7's initial velocity was about 117 m/s - could even a sports car outrun a rocket launcher?
Screech~~
A thick brake line appeared as the van made a stylish turn, but being too stylish meant death.
Scorpion turned back with wide eyes, pupils filled with terror, body covered in sweat, watching helplessly as the shell drilled into the car's underside. A massive shockwave launched the van nearly two meters high.
When it came down, the tail was already burning with fireballs.
Two Humvees drove over, rat-a-tat-tatting at the van...
Scorpion really... died horribly.
Actually, it wasn't that Victor could predict the future, but he knew what kind of scum drug dealers were - someone would definitely cause trouble. To prevent another "Morelos district" incident, Victor redistributed functions and organization.
Kennedy Heisenberg's EDM served as the firepower assault group.
The remaining EMD reserves were divided into 140 daily patrol officers, a 15-person logistics transport group, and a 65-person rapid support group.
The daily patrol officer group's equipment wasn't weak either: 15 high-spec Humvees (optionally equipped with Browning M2HB .50 caliber heavy machine guns), 1 TPz-1 armored vehicle, 1 "Stormer" armored personnel carrier, and 1 SA.321Ja helicopter for aerial patrol.
Personal equipment: Ingram light submachine guns with 4 magazines, Colt M1911 pistols.
15 people per group, 1 Police Sergeant, 14 unranked police auxiliaries, equipped with 2 RPGs, 2 Remington M870P shotguns, 2 M249 machine guns. Following US Army ammunition standards of 6+1, that's 210 rounds per person!
Was Victor really planning to establish himself as king?
He'd almost emptied all his points!
If Best's business negotiations with Juárez went smoothly, he'd need to prepare goods for them too. Points could only come from drug dealers.
No matter how you looked at it, Francisco and others would surely die even if they surrendered.
Scorpion was targeted because... what normal person stays in a van constantly?
When the vehicle entered the marketplace entrance, patrol group members spotted something fishy and struck first. This firepower was comparable to Los Angeles SWAT.
The daily patrol groups publicly called themselves "Police Auxiliary Personnel Tactical Team," abbreviated: ETAP!
After the van burned for a while, the leading Police Sergeant ordered firefighting. After extinguishing the flames, the bodies inside were charred, then they reported the situation upward.
Receiving the patrol police's message, Victor was silent for a while.
"Seems for a drug dealer to truly repent, you can only physically eliminate them."
Casare nodded, "Dead criminals can't harm others. I've already arranged people..."
Victor nodded, turned his chair to face the window, looking at the sky that had been imprisoned in fog for so long finally showing a glimmer of dawn.
"Guadalupe Island's sky should be brightening!"
(End of Chapter)
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