Álvaro watched his teammate's agonized expression, somewhat panicked as he looked away.
"Your name, military ID number, purpose of coming here!" Victor stared at him demanding answers.
But he had quite some backbone - he just wouldn't speak.
Victor didn't indulge him, having his single foot tied with rope, then the other end tied to a Humvee. Álvaro immediately panicked, "Stop, I'm a foreign military officer, you have no authority to punish me..."
No authority?
Have your boss come talk to me about it.
Roar~
The driving officer floored the accelerator, dragging him as they sped off.
Let him experience what was called: extreme human car surfing.
The friction on his back quickly made Álvaro scream in agony, struggling to tear off the rope around his foot. But Guadalupe Island's rocky roads were terrible - the car dragged him over a sharp stone, instantly tearing the clothes on his back and cutting deep into his flesh.
Blood immediately soaked his entire shirt, leaving a trail on the road.
Victor leaned against the Humvee, cigarette in mouth, watching the returning vehicle, "One more lap!"
The cigarette wasn't even finished - what's the rush.
The officer nodded, dragging the half-dead Álvaro for another round. His back was now a bloody mess, one leg broken at a 90-degree angle.
When they returned again, Álvaro was completely swollen, covered in blood, his breathing visibly weak.
Victor walked over, not minding the mess, directly stepping on the other's face. The knife in his hand stabbed into the other's thigh, making Álvaro scream in pain.
See, even the toughest man would feel pain.
Death wasn't scary - pain was scary!
"Wake up, don't fall asleep. Now, can you answer my questions?"
Victor was so considerate - even his way of waking people up was full of "Victor-style" romance.
"Gulf Group's Abrego." Álvaro finally gave in, face full of pain, barely able to catch his breath, "He put out a $5 million bounty on your life."
So that's how it was.
$5 million!
No wonder even Guatemalans were tempted, having the mind to make side money while on official business.
Victor's expression grew stern, tongue licking the inside of his lips, eyes narrowed, looking calm, "My name is Victor. When you reach Satan, please say hello for me - wish him good morning, good afternoon, and good evening!"
Álvaro's eyes contracted, seeing this man reflected in his pupils, pulling out a gun and emptying the clip into his head.
"Finish them off, gentlemen. Guadalupe Island doesn't welcome those with malicious intent!"
Kennedy held his submachine gun and sprayed the Guatemalan soldiers kneeling nearby with their heads down!
"That bastard from Matamoros put a $5 million bounty on my head - too little, he's too stingy. $10 million! No! $20 million. Whoever kills him gets the money."
Victor waved his hand.
"Besides him, everyone in the Abrego family has a price. This is Guadalupe Island Police Station's bounty!"
"Announce it publicly!"
Money - am I afraid I don't have any?
No problem, drug lords have plenty!
...
Victor also went to see the wounded. Seven people died, their families holding the corpses and wailing. This made Victor, who already considered Guadalupe Island his territory, very unhappy.
Revenge!
He wanted revenge!
When he returned to the police station office, he saw Casare helplessly answering the phone. Seeing him enter, Casare quickly covered the mouthpiece, mouthing to him.
"Alejandro!"
This was his "former boss" - a "life-and-death friendship."
He took a deep breath, took the phone from Casare, trying to make his tone gentler, "Mr. Alejandro, good afternoon."
The other end fell silent, then became very angry, with grinding teeth, "Victor! How much trouble have you caused!"
"? I've always been well-behaved, getting along well with the people."
Drug dealers: ...
Alejandro: "Your reputation has spread throughout Mexico. Everyone praises you as a beacon of the police force. Some even hang your photo in slum alleys. Tell me, did you kill all the drug dealers on Guadalupe Island?"
"Don't lie to me. Over 400 corpses washed up on Ensenada beaches!"
Victor continued lying with a straight face, "They must have slipped and fallen into the water."
Alejandro was so angry he laughed, "I hope you'll be this calm when facing the inquiry."
"Inquiry?" Victor frowned with distaste, "Which bast... which official is coming?"
"I'm in charge!"
The phone atmosphere suddenly went cold.
"Thanks to you, my new position came through. I'm to serve as Baja California State Security Department Director."
Hearing this news, Victor's eyes lit up.
His first thought was: if his former boss died in any city in Baja California, could he raise the banner of avenging him and maintaining order to sweep local drug dealers?
But he couldn't ask directly, right?
How embarrassing would that be?
"I think you need bodyguards, sir! My 300 men are ready to serve at your command."
Hearing this number, Alejandro immediately started coughing violently.
"When did you get so many people?"
"On the path toward light, there will always be like-minded people supporting each other. As long as drug dealers don't die, we'll always be fighting."
Could Mexico really have so many enlightened people?
Alejandro remained skeptical. He pondered, his tone softening, "Victor, there are too many drug dealers in Mexico. You're now their threat - they'll try to eliminate you. You're not God, you can't predict your own danger."
"We should learn appropriate retreat - that's also for better advancement."
Victor raised an eyebrow, "Sir, I'm not God, not now. But I can pull triggers. Kill all the drug dealers, and there's no danger."
"Jesus's hands are only good for blowing whistles, not for shooting guns."
Even knowing he was an arrogant person, Alejandro was shocked by the "boldness" in his tone. Speaking ill of drug dealers in Mexico was like stacking debuffs to the max.
"You'd better watch your words, Victor..."
"My name is Victor Carlos Vieri, not Un sirviente de Dios (God's servant). Perhaps Mexicans should praise my name."
Victor checked his watch, "Alright sir, remember to give me advance notice when you take office. I need to go have afternoon tea. Goodbye."
He hung up after speaking.
Casare beside him leaned over, "Boss, what you said was wonderful. Don't worry, I don't believe in Jesus - I'll have my brothers and sisters believe in you too."
Victor was amused by him.
"Mr. Alejandro is coming to Baja California to take office as security department head?" Casare said quietly. Seeing Victor nod, he frowned, "The previous department head and his family went missing while on vacation. Last month three bodies were found stuffed in a sealed oil tank, discovered by a janitor."
"The killer was a local small-time drug dealer affiliated with Tijuana, who also committed suicide out of guilt."
"He fought drugs?" Victor said in surprise.
Casare nodded, "He arrested Benjamín's son from Tijuana trafficking group. The day after he disappeared, the son was released."
If there wasn't something fishy here, you might as well believe Mexico had no drug dealers.
"Mr. Alejandro might..."
Victor suddenly spoke, "What do you think the odds are of him dying there?"
Casare was immediately stunned.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just worried about the sir!"
But intuition told him it wasn't quite like that.
"About 80%. Drug dealers prefer having drug dealers in office."
Casare looked at Victor's thoughtful expression, hesitating before saying, "Boss, I think Mr. Alejandro staying alive better serves our interests."
"What are you thinking? I'm just worried about his safety." Victor didn't even blink.
Having such a boss, Casare felt a slight headache.
Hopefully...
God bless Mr. Alejandro.
He was a rare good man.
(End of Chapter)
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