Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 37 Does the 37mm caliber count as a cannon?



This sudden change frightened the ladies.

They tried to run outside in a panic, but Casare blocked the door, so they could only lean aside shivering.

It's not safe to be a prostitute in Mexico, and you have to be implicated in any vendetta.

It’s really not easy to make some money.

Victor took the broken glass and inserted it directly into Wilbert's thigh, "I ask again, who did it!!"

"Olivier, it's Olivier!" Wilbert howled miserably, looking horrified.

Damn it, whoever comes up and does it right away?

Don’t I just want some money?

If you want to have sex for free, just say so. Can I disagree?

"Which Olivier?" Best said with a frown.

"Those people from Tezcatlipoca, he wants revenge on you for killing his only brother!"

Best nodded slowly toward Victor, "I think I know where they are."

"Then this person is useless, right?"

Wilbert was frightened to death by these words. He raised his hands and shouted in fear, "Don't kill me. I am useful. I can provide information to you."

"You're too expensive sir."

Casare fired seven shots at him, and the last shot hit his head.

The most important thing is that you can still pray after you have offended Jesus, but you still want to live after you have offended Boss Victor?

Who doesn't know that he is the most petty... crossed out, the most jealous of evil!

"Sir! Someone is coming!" The prison guard at the door opened the door and shouted anxiously.

"Get out first and then talk."

Victor took the Uzi submachine gun from Casare. As soon as he walked out of the box, he saw four or five strong men rushing over. Looking at their tattoos, he knew they belonged to a certain gang.

The other party was obviously confused when they saw they had guns. When Victor raised the gun, they were so frightened that they opened the door and hid in the box next to them.

Victor and his group found the opportunity and rushed out. At the door, a prison guard opened a tear gas canister and threw it towards the dancing crowd.

I told you to stay up late at night!

The thick smoke instantly filled the entire bar, and screams, panic, and cries came one after another.

The group of people got into the red Mazda parked at the door and drove away.

When the gangsters watching the scene burst into tears, they could only stay there and rage helplessly.

"Who is Olivier?" Victor sat in the passenger seat, holding the handle above his head and turning his head to ask Best behind him.

"His father was an avocado tycoon in Michoacán. However, due to the warming climate, the growth of agricultural products was slow and he felt that he could not make a fortune, so he went to the Gulf to do channel business for them. However, one time when he was transporting goods, he was arrested by the Drug Enforcement Administration. He was shot dead, and Olivier took over from his father at that time. "

"But he was ambitious and left the Gulf to start his own business. However, he was defeated by the Michoacana cartel after a short period of business, and finally came to Mexico City."

Casare was surprised next to him, "How do you know so much?"

"Because he is very arrogant and does not follow the rules, and he will kill the whole family at every turn."

"Is he very powerful?" Victor asked the question he really wanted to know.

"He has close to a hundred gunmen under his command, including but not limited to assault rifles. This is a rare firepower in Mexico City."

That makes it clear.

Sure enough, I am collecting grain next door and I am collecting guns. Next door is my granary. As long as the caliber is large, the voice will be loud.

"Is there an RPG?"

"never heard of that…"

"Where's the heavy machine gun?"

Best shook his head and sneered, "Boss Victor, ordinary gangsters can't afford these things."

"What nonsense are you talking about, gangsters and drug dealers are good at beating up? Being able to beat up is of no use. When you come out to do things, you are talking about firepower. This kind of cancer should be eradicated!"

Victor lit a cigarette for himself, "Go get two pickup trucks and go to Warehouse No. 1. I'll show you what firepower is."

Casare was afraid that he had gone too far, "Boss Victor, we prison guards do not have the power to enforce the law. If this matter gets too big, it will not end well."

This is the only bad thing about prison guards, they can't come in a big name.

"Do you know who he is without clothes? I have one principle in everything I do. I will hold down anyone who wants to jump. If an avocado seller dares to shit on my head, even if Jesus comes, I can't save him. I said of!"

Seeing how determined he was, Casare stopped trying to persuade him.

Best called Duke and asked him to buy a second-hand pickup truck. By the time the group arrived at Warehouse No. 1, the village of "Belgadez" outside the prison, Duke was already standing outside blowing the cold wind.

Victor knocked on the door, and the wooden door was opened from the inside. The ones who opened the door were two blond foreigners, who looked like Germans.

The main races of Mexicans are Indo-Europeans and Indians.

Casare and Best, who were standing behind them, looked at each other. Since when have there been Germans in the team?

This is actually after Victor's total points exceeded 10,000, the "dark gray" "Character" column in the original gold finger panel was lit up.

You can get exclusive character customization from it.

There is gender, age, name, nationality, etc.

But depending on the features you add, the points required will increase.

For example: you only need an "ordinary infantryman". This kind of cannon fodder-level combatant requires about 2,000 points, but if you add "NATO Firearms Proficiency" on top, it will cost an additional 2,000 points.

If you get enough points, everyone fucks Stallone?

But it is adjusted according to the position.

Currently, he is a police inspector and a deputy warden, and can only get 20 people.

Isn't this trying to climb up! !

Now, the prison guards of the emergency team only need to spend a little money, and it seems that they are still cost-effective.

Does this golden finger make him a policeman or a warlord?

He used 3,000 points to "pinch" two technicians with "basic welding".

One is named: Yuri and the other is named Koster.

The most important thing is that they will not look particularly "dumb". Even if you strip them naked, you can see that there are hairs where there should be hairs.

"Boss!" The two saw Victor, and their faces were even happy.

"Where are the things?"

Yuri pointed to the house, "It has been arranged."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see what real firepower is!" Victor said to the two people behind him and walked in first.

Best and Casare looked at each other, always feeling that the boss's smile was a bit malicious. When they walked into the door, they stared at each other instantly.

They saw a...cannon next to the boss! !

"M3 artillery, American, how about it? Weld it to a pickup truck and kill that bastard with one shot. Is their firepower as big as my caliber?"

The two people listened with their eyes wide open.

You are playing tricks!

At most, they have some guns, and you just use a cannon?

Isn't it too bullying?

In addition, this kind of "combat pickup truck" also refreshes their cognition. Can weapons be used like this?

It was in 1987 that the armed pickup truck really became famous all over the world.

That year, an armed conflict broke out between Libya and Chad. At that time, the Libyan army was well-equipped. The Chadian army only had 400 civilian Toyota pickup trucks, but this time, the Chadian army installed anti-tank missiles on the pickup trucks, using the mobile and flexible characteristics to deal with the Libyan tank troops in the vast desert, guerrilla interspersed, and finally defeated the arrogant Libyan troops.

In fact, Mexican drug lords also began to implement "combat pickups" in the early 1990s. During the armed conflicts between Sinaloa and Tijuana, heavy machine guns were installed on pickup trucks and fired at the crowd.

This thing is cheap, strong and durable. It is a must-have for home travel and gunfights.

"Weld it on."

Victor gave an order, and Yuri and Coaster started to work. Duke's eyes were shining. After seeing Victor enter the house, he said to Best, "Boss, the boss has a wide network of contacts. The artillery has been transported in."

"This is not a good thing." Best sighed.

"What do you mean? Is there any problem?"

"If artillery is really used, what do you think will happen to those large drug cartels? They must also update their equipment. Several places where drug trafficking activities are rampant will definitely be more cruel at that time."

Duke clearly understands the nature of drug lords. If they know that there is such a "game", they will definitely join in, which can escalate the fight between drug lords into a "war"!

There is also an "arms race" among drug lords.

Los Zetas spent 60 million US dollars to buy arms in 2009, and they bid all over the world.

Aren't you a moron?

Who dares to sell to you?

Can't you send a fax privately?

No! Can't you write a letter?

Papua New Guinea, with a population of more than 8 million, spent only 84 million US dollars on military expenditure in 2017!

You, a drug cartel, are more vicious than a country.

Only the Fortune 500 cannot have "illegal organizations", otherwise, Mexico would definitely have the most "enterprises" on the list.

"But does this have anything to do with us?" Duke hesitated, "Boss, it's better for others to die in Mexico than for us to die."

You're about to be killed, what are you still learning from a saintly bitch?

"I'm just sighing, idiot!" Best said angrily.

"Come over and give me a hand." Casare shouted from the pickup truck.

"I'm coming." Duke ran over.

The group worked until the early morning. Anyway, they just had to fix it and weld it to avoid being knocked over by a cannon.

When Victor was called out, he felt the pressure coming at him when he looked at the "combat pickup truck". A 37mm caliber couldn't be a "gun", right?

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

If I have a factory in the future, can I export these to Africa?

If I sell them at a lower price, there should be a good market.

I can't sell them to Mexican drug dealers. If I get blown up by them, it would be a loss.

But he suddenly thought of a problem.

"Who among you can fire a cannon?"

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PS: I said in the first chapter that it is impossible to just summon munitions. There are other things, and the settings are slowly being filled.

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