Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 67: This is Revenge!

Resolving Victor’s anger was actually quite simple.

Stand still, don’t move, and just let him fire off a round, and that would settle the matter.

A minor issue, right?

You could basically tough it out.

But generally, it doesn’t quite co to that.

And he didn’t have much ti to deal with the small fries on Guadalupe Island with this "lovey-dovey" nonsense; he needed to find a rotten fish to kill.

The base needed expanding!

If Guadalupe Island were developed properly, he would dominate the crucial US-xico trade routes, and everyone would have to pay a toll, no matter what kind of goods they were carrying.

So, to kill these drug traffickers, Victor summarized the following points.

"One, the caliber is not big enough; it doesn’t shock the drug dealers."

"Two, the firepower isn’t fierce enough; we need to increase the caliber."

"Three, all of the above are correct."

So, he used points to exchange for more than a dozen Type 64 120mm mortars, which were large-caliber and ready for artillery support at any ti.

Victor stuck his hand out the window and let go; the cigarette butt fell to the ground and was crushed by the wheels,"Contact the TV station, tell them to prepare for a live broadcast throughout."

The helted Casare was stunned upon hearing this.

"If you’re killing a chicken and no monkeys are watching, then it’s a failed military operation."

The island had an area of nearly 250 square kiloters, roughly 25 kiloters long and 10 kiloters wide, about the sa as 0.004 of Tongliao.

If you don’t make a big enough fuss, so people might not even realize what’s happening.

Casare hurriedly acknowledged and quickly notified the TV station to send soone over.

The show was about to begin!

Victor, too, had been busy. He had long figured out the drug trafficking syndicate’s territory—a total puny area.

The caravan passed by the TV station about three kiloters away, and on a naturally ford hill, you could see houses; that was the base of the Portillo family.

This criminal family had been active on Guadalupe Island for decades, and if not for an unfavorable location, might have beco a large family like "Michoacán" by now.

But also because they hid on an island.

They avoided several US-xico joint drug law enforcent efforts, with their respective pros and cons.

But today might be a different story...

Their auspicious day just had Victor put diapers on it.

The officers unloaded the mortars and directly "requisitioned" two houses at the foot of the hill. The people of Guadalupe Island were very cooperative; after a few punches, everyone fell in line.

"Boss, the TV crew has arrived."

"Turn on the equipnt, broadcast the whole process."

The TV crew hurriedly set up the equipnt, looking miserable. They were now one of the few technical staff left, of course they couldn’t be sent ho now—if they left, who would handle the equipnt?

Soon the equipnt was adjusted.

Victor wore two watches, one set to Arican Ti and the other to Victor Ti (inaccurate, depends on mood), and it was just approaching eight o’clock in the morning, "Let’s start with a round of high-explosive bombs to wake them up."

Many island residents who were eating breakfast found that the program they were originally watching suddenly flashed and changed to a different scene.

The police were busy with the mortars, in the distance you could see the sea level, and unidentified birds circling in the sky.

"This looks like it’s by the beach?"

"The west side of Guadalupe Island? I’ve been there..."

anwhile, inside the mansion on the waist of the hill.

A towel-clad Alberto sat on the couch with an angry expression, looking at Litokwa in front of him, "Uncle, what is the aning of this?"

"Weren’t you planning to betray to the police? Why are you asking now?" The second-in-command, Litokwa, sneered.

Alberto suddenly looked at his subordinate beside him; the latter instantly moved next to Litokwa, while the forr glared, "You betrayed !"

"Old... Alberto, you simply don’t have the ability to lead the Portillo family out of this predicant, and moreover, you’re too naive, you just..."

He hadn’t even finished speaking when a violent explosion was heard, and bits of plaster fell from the ceiling, silencing everyone in the hall.

"Boss! It’s no good, the cops are shelling us."

A drug trafficker yelled from the doorway.

Litokwa reacted quickly, shooting Alberto dead then decisively leading his n to rush out.

As they ran out the door, a piercing screech filled the air, and as the traffickers looked up, they saw mortar bombs raining down from the sky!

"Get down!!"

...

"¡Póngalo!!(Fire!)"

For an arms dealer, running out of ammunition was the ultimate disgrace, with 13 120mm mortars at his disposal and 60 high-explosive bombs prepared.

Victor was intent on leveling the opposition.

Those who had never experienced it firsthand may not grasp the terror of a 120mm caliber; the intense explosion from a direct hit could literally rattle you to death!

xican drug traffickers had never seen such ordnance before; being able to use machine guns was already luxurious for them—they couldn’t even fathom artillery.

At the sound of artillery, they instinctively hit the ground.

Well...

Many were shaken to the point where their insides ruptured, and blood stread from every orifice.

Litokwa staggered to his feet, the second-in-command of the drug syndicate looking ragged as he observed the destruction around him, unable to summon any anger.

"Victor! I fuckxx!"

Whoosh...

Boom!

A high-explosive bomb detonated right beside him, probably not fatal...

"Set firing elents—fire!"

After all 60 high-explosive bombs were deployed, the mountain side was unrecognizable, shrouded only in rising plus of smoke.

The residents of Guadalupe Island watching the scene on TV felt a chill run down their spines.

"This is retribution!"

On the screen appeared Victor’s face, his expression solemn, his gaze chilling, "The Portillo family killed four civilians in the Morelos District, which has gravely crossed my red line. Guadalupe Island cannot accept, nor will it tolerate, harm to the innocent."

"Any harm to civilians is a provocation!"

"I hereby issue a stern warning, demanding that drug traffickers on Guadalupe Island surrender to the Guadalupe Island Police Station by noon tomorrow. Failing that, they will be regarded as rebels, and my forces will no longer offer the opportunity to surrender, focusing instead on complete annihilation."

"A bounty is issued for any remaining mbers of the Portillo family, $2000 US dollars per core mber, and civilians who betray information to drug traffickers will be executed by firing squad like drug traffickers!"

Victor’s gaze penetrated the cara lens, "Gentlen, Guadalupe Island is mine!"

...

"Boss, are we really accepting the traffickers’ surrender?" Casare asked. He was sowhat thrilled himself; such a one-sided battle was exhilarating.

The thought of accepting a surrender even felt slightly disappointing.

Victor glanced at him, "When they surrender, gather them all together and mow them down with machine guns. Surrender? My word has never counted!"

Casare was stunned, then slapped himself.

Fuck!

After all this ti with Victor, how could he still be so naïve?

An image suddenly took shape in his mind.

Thousands of key drug traffickers surrendering, only to be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Amin from Africa would have to praise Victor, "Yo Wes..."

Casare shivered.

It seed his reputation would grow even larger!

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