In a canyon outside of xico City.
This place is rarely visited, a military shooting range.
Dozens of Special Service bodyguards in suits were scattered on the high points around the canyon, vigilantly observing every direction.
Of course, whether there are people hidden inside the mountains is unknown...
Victor and Casare got out of the car, seemingly in a good mood, even with a hint of a smile on their lips.
About fifty ters away from them, a dozen people had their hands tied behind their backs, mouths gagged, bound to crosses like animals waiting to be slaughtered.
Most of them were scum suspected of organ smuggling.
According to Victor, "Dying is a waste, might as well use them to practice and make so noise."
A bodyguard ca jogging over and handed a well-maintained, shiny pistol to Victor with both hands.
Victor accepted it, skillfully checked the magazine, and then cocked it with a click.
He turned his head and smiled at Casare beside him, "Got ti? Want to bet?"
Casare looked at the "targets" in the distance, struggling frantically and making muffled whimpering sounds due to extre fear, with a habitual smile on his face, "Boss, it's up to you. How do we compete?"
"The usual rules, one clip of bullets to see who can knock down more in the fastest ti. Loser treats tonight, winner chooses the place."
"Alright." Casare nodded with a smile and also took a pistol of the sa model from the bodyguard.
Victor stepped forward to the designated shooting line.
His tall stature seed even more imposing in his military uniform.
Beside him, Rohus Mishi, the Deputy Director of the Special Service and close bodyguard, was holding a stopwatch.
"Begin!"
As Rohus's voice fell, Victor raised his hand and started firing. He didn't deliberately aim, his actions smooth and swift.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The gunfire rang out in succession. In the distance, the criminals used as targets instantly erupted in chaos. So desperately curled backward, others hopelessly tried to roll away and hide, while so were so frightened they collapsed, soiling themselves. The whimpering and muffled groans were drowned out by the gunshots.
The clip of bullets was quickly expended, and the sound of the empty chamber locking was crisp.
Rohus Mishi simultaneously pressed the stopwatch and reported a ti. On the other side, a bodyguard responsible for reporting the results ran over to check, then reported via radio, "Report! Eight hits, four dead on the spot, four hit in non-lethal areas."
Victor laughed heartily, seemingly satisfied with the results. He patted Casare on the shoulder, "Not rusty at all, don't worry, relax and shoot. Consider it stress relief."
Casare smiled, "Boss, no matter how much I practice, I can't surpass you."
Just then, the radio at Rohus Mishi's waist sounded again. He listened for a mont, then quickly walked to Victor, whispering, "Sir, the President of the xican Business Council, Mr. Humls, has arrived."
"Oh? Let him co over."
Shortly after, a broad-shouldered, honest-looking middle-aged man hurriedly walked over.
He was the current President of the xican Business Council, Humls.
He also had a sensitive identity, being the cousin of the forr President Cuauhtémoc.
Since Cuauhtémoc lost in political struggles and was placed under house arrest, Humls, who rose through his cousin's connections, managed to keep part of his business and this titular position but had always lived cautiously. Especially being summoned to such a place by Victor made him exceedingly uneasy, and cold sweat instantly drenched his back.
He indeed wasn't clean, especially in the rapidly developing real estate industry over the past few years. He had done many shady things relying on past connections and thods.
Whose first bucket of gold is clean?
He cautiously approached, forcing a respectful smile, and slightly bowed, "Mr. Victor, you wanted to see ?"
Victor was busy reloading the pistol, not raising his head, casually asking, "Humls, you've earned a lot in real estate lately, haven't you? I've heard that housing prices in xico City have increased several fold over the years."
Humls' heart skipped a beat, forcing himself to remain calm, "The country is stable, the economy is developing, the real estate market has indeed been more active. I'm just... just following the policy."
"Is that so?" Victor finally finished reloading, pulling the slide to chamber a bullet, then leisurely raised his head to look at Humls, with a smile still on his face, "But how co I've received a lot of reports lately, saying that you use your identity to organize gangs, control sand fields and port docks in several states, and don't allow anyone else to dig sand or unload goods? They also say you used old connections to embezzle a lot of state assets?"
"Slander! That's absolutely slander!"
Humls hurriedly waved his hands, "Sir! You must look into this! I, Humls, am loyal to you and the current governnt, and would never do such illegal acts harming national interests! It must be soone envious, deliberately framing !"
He argued excitedly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Victor just looked at him silently, listening to him repeating his grievances, his face expressionless.
When Humls spoke until his mouth was dry, his voice gradually softened, leaving only heavy breaths, Victor blandly asked, "That's it? Just this?"
Humls froze, opened his mouth but finally nodded firmly, emphasizing with a sob, "Sir, I'm truly wronged! I'm loyal to you."
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