Working as a police officer in Mexico

Anna had just returned from a "business trip" to take a shower. She looked at the bruises and bruises reflected in the mirror, frowned, and took a deep breath.

Drug lords are more playful.

Many things in the United States have to be mosaic. You must know that when Kennedy was killed, his brain did not have this treatment.

In places like Latin America, the only place where women can get ahead is in Japan. Do you think there are many people like Blanco, the world’s number one female drug lord and the Colombian “Black Widow”?

She is the only woman who has gained a foothold in the male-dominated criminal world and is honored as "godmother" by many drug lords.

Just saying one thing makes people scared. She murdered her three husbands with her own hands. This is beyond the reach of many women.

You are not ruthless, but you still want to stand firm?

Why don’t women have rights in places like Mexico and India?

Because they really hit women.

Most women are still like Anna. The pretty ones are kept by others and become the venting tools of drug lords. The ugly ones stand on the roadside for 20 pesos a time.

In a dangerous social environment, women, like money, are just tools of transaction.

Anna had just finished taking a shower when she saw the head of a male prison guard poking at the door.

"What are you looking at?" She thought she was lustful again. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and leaned against the wall. She took out a cigarette from the table and held it in her mouth skillfully. "If you want to look at it, pay me."

"There is a phone number for you in the duty room." The male prison guard looked at Anna's legs and swallowed, but he also knew that this woman was not his own. The most important thing was that he couldn't afford it. Even a month's salary was not enough to stand at the door. Just rub it.

Ana took a puff of cigarette, pulled up the towel, and pushed the prison guard away. She was very realistic, you have no money, why should I talk to you so much nonsense?

He walked to the duty room, picked up the landline microphone on the table, sat down on the chair, raised his legs on the table, and couldn't help but glance at the male prison guard who followed him in.

"Who are you!"

Suddenly, I saw Ana sitting upright suddenly and frowning.

"You don't need to worry about who I am. If you don't want your brother to die, come to the warehouse outside the prison. Don't think about finding anyone..." The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously pretending, and he hung up without waiting for her to reply. .

Ana's face was gloomy, and she pressed the phone on the phone hard.

"Do you need help?" the prison guard asked boldly, bowing his back.

But she ignored him at all. She picked up the phone and dialed a number. As soon as the call came through, she said anxiously, "My brother has been kidnapped."

You said you won’t call people if you don’t call them?

Do you think I'm stupid?

If you don't call people, wouldn't you be like a fish belly in the past?

Anna came out to society early and encountered many things. If you have a backer and don't complain, why would you join a gang?

As for whether it will kill his brother?

You have to keep yourself alive first.

…

jump!

There was a loud noise in the sky.

Standing on the edge of the warehouse, looking at the "Thunder" in the distance, Victor calmly smoked a cigarette. A beam of high light shone through the glass, and his calm face looked a bit gloomy.

"Here we come!" Casare rushed out with an umbrella.

Best got out of the car on the passenger side, dragging a man out from the back seat and walked into the warehouse.

"boss."

Best pointed at Duke proactively, "This is my best brother and the helper I am looking for."

On the way here, he apparently told Duke, who called out "Boss Victor" rather restrainedly.

"We're all brothers, so you don't have to be so polite." Victor smiled, his face trembling, and he glanced at the man with his hands tied behind his back and stuffed in his mouth... like a sock?

"Throw him in the box."

Duke nodded, carried the other person and stuffed it into a large wooden box next to him. He also made a shut-up gesture with his fingers, "Be good, or else, I will sell you to Africa to become a gay man."

Watching the wooden box lid slowly closing, the other person's eyes showed despair.

Duke clapped his hands and walked out, and heard Victor talking, "I also said what should be said on the phone. If someone kills me, it will cut off our financial path. I am a reasonable person. Whoever wants to kill me , I will kill anyone!”

As he spoke, he pulled out a suitcase from the corner with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Open it."

Duke reacted quickly, went up and opened the zipper, and saw four Uzi submachine guns lying quietly inside, with more than a dozen magazines next to them, all filled with 9×19mm bullets. According to a magazine, 20 rounds There are at least more than 200 bullets here.

"Someone doesn't want us to have a good life." Victor threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, and spread his hands. "What do you think we should do?"

"Then get rid of them." Best said.

"They want our lives, and I want their whole family to die, one by one. If the person who comes in later is not a woman, I will kill them."

Victor picked up an Uzi and pulled the bolt of the gun, "When you come out to fool around, you compete to see who is cruel and ruthless. Even if Jesus comes today, I will shoot him in the head a few times."

Seeing his instructions, Best and others were also happy to stuff their pockets with magazines, find the four spots and hide them.

About ten minutes later, two Chevrolets drove over from a distance. They did not hide their traces at all, and they were obviously used to being arrogant.

Parked outside the warehouse.

Six or seven people got out of the car.

"You sit down first, I want to see who is so bold as to touch our Juarez people." The leader was a strong man wearing dark green camouflage uniforms, looking at Ana in the car.

"Aman, be careful."

The man took out a pistol from his arms, and the boy behind him also took out a weapon. Big companies are different, almost everyone has one.

Astra 357 police revolver, as you can tell by the name, it is exclusive to the police department. It is a pistol produced by the Spanish Astra company for the Mexican Preventive Police Department. But ironically, it is not used by the police and drug dealers. They got started first.

Anman led people into the warehouse and saw the darkness inside. His eyebrows sank and he felt something was wrong. He was about to remind: "That's not right..."

Victor, who was hiding on the bridge on the second floor, stood up and fired directly with the Woods submachine gun. This was like a command. Duke and the others attacked from both sides.

It's like cutting wheat.

Four or five people fell down at once.

Three people combined for 80 rounds of ammunition. In the first round, they killed six or seven people. Still condescending. Do you think you are Ultraman?

Anna's face changed suddenly when she heard the gunshots in the car outside. She hurriedly moved to the driver's seat and hurriedly fiddled with the gear. But she had never learned to drive. This thing requires tuition. She finally earned the money. I can't bear to learn to drive.

alright…

The car was spinning in circles like a top.

When Duke rushed out with Uzi in his arms, he thought he was going to run away. He replaced the magazine and started sweeping the car. The windshield behind the car was shattered to pieces. The frightened Anna inside let go of her hands and covered her head and shouted loudly. screamed.

It turns out that when faced with fear, most girls just scream.

Best also came out and winked at Duke, and the two slowly surrounded him in a fan shape. One was a policeman and the other had been a soldier, so he still had fighting qualities.

Seeing Anna shivering inside, Best went up to open the car door, pulled her hair and dragged her out of the car.

The woman screamed and struggled, but she could not arouse the other party's mercy at all.

Best understood something after his family died and he was trapped in a slum. Mexico is a fucking cannibal. He was bullied before and he didn't dare to resist because he wanted to live. But now it's his turn to bully others. Why should he? Where is mercy?

He threw her to the ground hard, and Anna couldn't help but sob softly.

"Man, you have to be a gentleman when you treat ladies, and be reasonable in your dealings."

When Anna heard the familiar voice, she raised her head suddenly and shrank away her tears, "Victor"

"Good evening, Anna. I'm sorry for asking you out in this way. I just want to know who put the bomb in my office."

"I don't know, it's not me. Please let me go, Victor." Anna reached out to hug Victor's leg, but Best pulled him back by his hair.

Victor was not surprised at all when he heard her words. How could he say it without resorting to some means?

He lowered his head and smiled, stuffed himself a piece of chocolate, and arched the tip of his nose with his index finger, "You are making it difficult for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he went up and kicked Anna in the face, stomping on her face hard and staring, "Smelly bitch, you are shameless, okay, bring her brother out."

Casare responded, ran back to the warehouse and dragged her brother out.

When the latter saw Anna, his eyes burst with hope for life, and he made a whimpering sound in his throat.

"Your brother is doing nothing but selling drugs at his age!"

"There's no future in being a drug dealer!"

"Let him have a taste first," Victor said.

Best took out a fire ax from the trunk of his car, "picked it up" from the street, stepped on Anna's brother's hand, and the ax rose and fell!

"Woo!!"

The cry of pain was accompanied by crying. When Best let go of his foot, he was rolling on the ground in pain.

Victor knelt down and grabbed Anna's hair, "My patience is very limited, tell me who it is!"

Anna shook her head and just cried.

Victor smiled. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a tough guy, "Two more fingers!"

"Don't..." Anna hurriedly shouted, but Best smiled ferociously and cut off the other person's finger again. He used too much force, and even the middle finger flew in front of her. Anna seemed to be crazy, holding the severed finger and Crying so hard that I lost my voice.

"I've already chopped four of them, and there are six more to go. However, I can't guarantee that I'll chop them on your brother's head next time." Victor's tone slowly became gloomy.

Finally, Anna's psychological defense collapsed.

She cried heartbrokenly.

But since they are all here to hang out, they have to figure out what it means to die unexpectedly.

Moreover, you see she is crying so hard now, but she usually treats others...

"It's Stepan Blanchard! You beat him, he wants Victor to die, blow him up so he can feel comfortable!"

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