Working as a police officer in Mexico

1989, October 29.

clear.

It is not advisable to go out.

Dragan's recent life has been a blessing. He has brought weapons to gangs, led people to attack the "money-sucking den" of rival gangs, and appeared on TV. Although he is wanted and has a reward, this makes Dragan, who wants to be famous, Lagann was very swollen.

pity…

Everyone under surveillance is wearing a hood.

Originally, he planned to take his younger brother for a massage, but Casare called him and told him to maintain his gun.

He also added a special emphasis: “Free!”

These two words have nothing to do with Mexico, so Dragan subconsciously said, "Don't lie to me?"

"How could it be? We are cousins. Even if I lie to others, I can still lie to you? A new batch of gun oil has come in from the Soviet Union. It is said that it can improve the heat resistance of the barrel. You are a big buyer. I will give it to you for free in advance. use."

Dragan also felt that his cousin would not lie to him, so he reported to the boss and went to the appointment with his gun and two younger brothers.

market.

There is no one there during the day.

In a stone room, Victor scanned the surroundings through the glass. He recently developed a skill, squinting without blinking. It was like a scanner. He could directly scan a person's name, and it would be displayed even if he was hiding in the room. .

And if the crime value exceeds 10,000, the person's name will be marked very crudely.

It seems that this golden finger is not completely familiar to him yet.

It's far from being as simple as I understand.

"There are really crouching tigers, hidden dragons in this market!" Victor saw at least 10 names in bold, and the first thought in his mind was, should we get rid of them all?

"What did you say?"

Alejandro, who was standing behind him, heard him mumbling and asked quickly.

"It's okay, just relax. When we solve it, you can just go out and pose." Victor said pretending to be relaxed.

In this Hongmen Banquet, Pei Gong must be killed today!

"Here we come." A police officer who was observing shouted softly. Victor quickly looked out through his head and saw a gray Volvo driving into the market and parked on the road. Three people got out of the car. Wearing sunglasses, tattoos can still be seen on the rolled-up sleeves.

He walked under a parasol and sat down in front of Casare carelessly.

"Boss, bring me a bottle of tequila."

Dragan bared his teeth, and the gold teeth were still shining, "Cousin, how is business lately?"

"It's just meager food and clothing. I can't make much money. Isn't this why it's hard to be a police officer?"

These words made Dragan laugh, "Cousin, I've already told you, what kind of policeman do you want? Only losers become policemen. The money they make in one day is not enough to go to the hospital. If you ask me, just resign, your How about I help you with the arms business? Just share it with me when the time comes.”

You're thinking shit.

With Victor's temper, if you compete with him for the arms business, your chance of reincarnation will be blown up!

Casare smiled and said in a provocative tone, "By the way, how old is aunt this year?"

"She seems to be 36 years old. What's wrong?" Dragan asked doubtfully.

"That's okay, I can still give birth."

"???"

Just when Dragan was wondering what this meant, he suddenly saw a figure jumping out from behind the Volvo, with gauze tied on his face and a gun in his hand. "Hands up! Police! Dragan, you are under arrest." !”

It was Sanborn.

This guy was really desperate. When he was recuperating in the hospital, someone sent him a letter. After reading it, he directly asked to be discharged.

There is a sentence written on it: "The main criminal of the Tepito neighborhood shooting, Dragan, is in the market outside the Plateau Prison." There is also a photo of him inside.

He had an intracranial orgasm all at once. He thought this was the information provided to him by his informant. He originally planned to call his colleagues, but they ignored him at all. Either his stomach hurt or his buttocks itched.

Sanborn had no choice but to come "alone".

Sure enough, he saw Dragan, and his heart was excited.

"Casare! Are you betraying me?!" Dragan suddenly seemed to have an idea. Looking at his cousin, he excitedly pulled out his gun and was about to kill him. When he heard two jumping sounds, Sanborn opened fire directly. The gun was fired, and Dragan fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Taking advantage of this gap, Casare held his head and rolled nimbly towards the side of the car.

Sanborn and the other two younger brothers were in a state of confusion. Several people rushed out of the stone house, holding submachine guns and shooting at those who were still standing!

There were nearly 200 bullets in total. The parasol was broken, and even the Volvo was full of bullet holes.

"Police! Don't move!"

Victor pushed Alejandro, who reacted, blushed, rushed out emotionally, and shouted loudly.

But when these shuttles went off, except for Casare hiding on the side of the car, who else was alive?

In Victor's eyes in the stone house, the bold names were moving. Now after hearing the gunfire, he ran away.

These people are just fucking smart.

One feels something is wrong and runs away.

He also wanted to grab some bargains and earn some points, but now this dream has come to nothing.

After the shootout ended, Victor walked out.

Bullets don't have long eyes. If you go out and get hit by a stray bullet, then the game is really over.

Alejandro was leading people to search for the vehicle, and found a neat AK47 in the trunk, which made him suddenly excited. Casare originally wanted to find a reporter, but damn, that bastard heard The gunfire ran away.

How can tabloid reporters find big news when they know nothing about dedication?

But this was just a small incident. He directly called 6 TV stations and newspapers and waited for them to arrive.

Casare looked at Dragan's body on the ground, his eyes wide with anger, never expecting that his cousin would betray him.

Casare sighed, knelt down and smoothed his eyes, looking sad.

This is my closest cousin.

"Dragan, don't worry, I will find more men for my aunt and give you more brothers."

Fortunately, there was no ghost, otherwise I would have jumped up and fought with him after hearing these words.

Sanborn was also shot, when Dragan's group fought back.

Vomiting blood, he was not dead for a moment, his eyes were wandering, and he seemed to see himself as a child, taking the candy handed over by the teacher.

The other party touched his head and said, "Your choice will be very dangerous, Sanborn, and you may die."

"Teacher, there should be times when it is sweet, just like this candy. I will definitely protect Mexico! It belongs to the light!"

Sanborn murmured, "Light...bright."

Then he tilted his head and died.

Victor stood next to him. He had heard of Sanborn and understood how much the son of a drug lord wanted to become a righteous police officer.

Relatives laughed at me as a child.

The teasing from my colleagues when I grew up.

But he is sticking to his heart.

A respectable "Mexican!"

"Amen, Buddha is with you."

It was the first time that Victor prayed for someone so sincerely.

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