Criminal syndicates are huge; you simply can’t deal with that many people.
"Then what should we do?"
We can only take care of the troublemakers!
"Take out Vasili Pedro!"
The "Drug War" that xico launched later adopted this approach, and Sinaloa has been half-dead since Guzman was arrested and extradited to the United States. The Los Zetas’ leader, Z3 Razcano, was also killed without any powerful figures erging afterward.
These will beco many small organizations, then operate under the sa nas.
The problems in xico are not just about drugs, but Victor currently doesn’t have the capability to change anything.
What he can do, for now, is take out others to preserve himself.
"Victor, you people can’t hide. How will you explain when the ti cos?" Casare, more thoughtful, asked a question.
"My bodyguards."
The security departnt won’t believe it," Casare said.
"So what?"
Victor spread his hands and smiled, "If they don’t have the ability to make people feel safe, can’t I hire my own? Don’t worry about the consequences, Casare, xico doesn’t need consequences; only the living can argue."
At worst, draw up a few employnt contracts.
As for weapons...
As long as you don’t aim your guns at corrupt officials, they won’t bother you.
The rule of "strict gun control" does not apply to "those with guns."
xico City is relatively "mild", places like Tijuana, Juarez, where you can see drug traffickers carrying weapons everywhere, ready to shoot at the slightest disagreent.
Godfather Gallardo was right, "The beast has been unleashed!"
"This operation is led by Kennedy Heisenberg, codena: Legend, operation target, to kill all mbers of the Pedro Family."
Victor looked at the task force in front of him; their firepower could break through an entire xican battalion.
"Gentlen, let our enemies understand that there is no chance of winning a war against us!"
"Yes, Commander!" Kennedy Heisenberg was as stiff as a German.
Twelve people got into the Humvees, while six stayed behind to ensure Victor and the others’ safety.
Taking advantage of the night, they sped towards the Agave Area.
Within xico City, gangs or drug lords engaging in gunfights all know to stay away from the Agave Area.
The elites naturally have the right to be exempt from the flas of war.
So, when midnight cos...
The patrolling officers also begin to slack off.
Only at the guard post is an officer sitting and dozing off.
In the darkness, two figures sneaked into the guardhouse; not long after, a flashlight shone from inside, blinking twice.
Three Humvees charged in.
Then the last one ducked into a dark alley on the side, ready as a powerful reserve in case of intense gunfire.
Kennedy Heisenberg led the remaining two teams to quickly find the Pedro Family’s mansion following the pre-set route.
He looked down at his watch and signaled his team to take out the AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers.
Though it’s called an anti-tank weapon...
But who says it can’t be used to blow up a building?
...
Victor calmly ate his late-night snack.
A chicken wrap and mashed potatoes.
In xico, never order caviar; they’ll serve you a dish of mosquito eggs.
Best and Casare had little appetite.
The thought of the eighteen ard n made their hearts tremble; could Victor be a rebel?
Look at their tiny guts.
But the drug traffickers these days do have their "principles", even the notoriously ruthless Guzman had the slickness and rules of the old-school drug lords. They just made money, with arson as a side hobby.
You don’t touch my cake, I won’t ss with you.
But after the Millennium, those new drug trafficking groups stopped playing by the rules. Drug trafficking beca their main business, arson a necessity, committing all kinds of heinous cris, and their equipnt got more and more advanced.
Can you imagine the "Jalisco New Generation" having radar trucks, missile launchers, command vehicles, and uniforms of a fixed color?
Isn’t that just warlordism?
Later, even the old-school organizations turned militaristic.
Their arsenal, even the Yanks would drool over it.
For instance, after Guzman was extradited to the United States, his son Ovidio rose to power, but the guy was incompetent and lacked his dad’s talent. He got arrested by the police twice.
To save this boss, the Sinaloa Group launched an assault on the military police, ambushing a battalion and resulting in the death of Colonel Commander Juan Jose Moreno Osua and four of his subordinates.
They also shot down two attack helicopters of the xican Governnt and damaged a fighter jet of the xican Air Force. Their combat effectiveness was off the charts.
Compared to them, what’s so scary about Victor using a tactical squad?
Panic over nothing.
And the worst is yet to co.
It’ll be truly hopeless when the drug traffickers get their hands on a nuke.
Just as Victor swallowed the last bite of his chicken wrap, the large mobile phone on top of the ammo box rang. Casare ran over, picked it up, and handed it to him.
After wiping the corner of his mouth, Victor finally answered the call. Before he could speak, he heard Alejandro’s anxious voice on the other side, "Where are you?"
"Give that!" A voice holding back rage ca through, obviously snatching the phone from Alejandro, "Victor! I want you at the Prison Administration Bureau office within the hour!"
He didn’t recognize the voice?
"Who are you?"
The person on the other side paused, about to reply, then heard Victor continue, "I don’t want to know who you are either, but let tell you, I don’t like your tone, I fuck your fucking XXX!"
"You idiot, let Alejandro take back the phone. If you speak one more word, I swear, I’ll blow your head off."
Swallowing sounds ca through the receiver. Intimidated by Victor’s threat, the man really wanted to speak but, rembering that he was dealing with an unscrupulous bastard, got too scared to make a peep.
He could only silently hand the mobile back to Alejandro, who was watching the drama unfold.
"Listen, pal, where are you now?" Alejandro took the phone and asked, "The Pedro Family is after your life."
"Of course, I know, sir, but I’m quite a coward. If soone wants dead, I get scared, and then... I can’t help but strike first."
Alejandro sensed sothing was wrong, "Where exactly are you?"
"Do you like fireworks, sir? I rember your window is near the Agave Area, right? Let offer you a fireworks show. Please go to your window."
The large mobile’s soundproofing was poor, and they weren’t the only two hearing this - four or five people in the room all heard and ran to the window.
But it was pitch black outside.
Just the occasional gunshot, quite common in xico.
Alejandro frowned, thinking he had been fooled, "Where..."
He hadn’t finished his sentence when a loud explosion roared, accompanied by a blaze soaring into the sky!
The blazing light whitened a corner of xico City.
Alejandro and the others watched the scene, dumbfounded.
Victor blew up the Agave Area?!
"Sir!"
Victor’s light chuckle ca through the mobile phone.
"People like , we’re just not fond of being threatened, especially by criminals."
"I’m happy to inform you now."
"The Pedro Family is no more."
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