The video of the drug trafficker nicknad Scorpion (Escorpión) being wiped out was played on a loop on Guadalupe Island television that sa night.
They even paired his photo with the image of his charred remains for all to see.
Ordinary citizens watching this would slowly grow their confidence in the police force, while the drug traffickers watching would "rejoice" that they hadn’t been as stubborn as Scorpion.
Francisco sat in the bar. This would likely be his last visit to a Guadalupe Island bar. Watching the news broadcast on television, the tequila in his hand lost its appeal.
"Boss, should we take Nora with us tomorrow?" his subordinate asked by his side.
Francisco paused, that was his mistress, and they had a child together. He hesitated, sighed, and said, "Leave so money for her. Although that tyrant is here, Guadalupe Island is still much safer than other places."
His father was a drug trafficker, and so was his grandfather.
A drug trafficker?
Sooner or later, they were bound to end up as corpses in the wilderness!
How many of them ended up with a good outco?
Francisco dread of being a painter when he was young. He loved Van Gogh, but unfortunately, xico, his country, had no room for even a small desk or a dream. As a child, he dodged the skirmishes of his father’s enemies, and all four of his brothers died young.
He had no choice but to follow this path.
But he didn’t want his own child to have to walk it too.
Francisco finished his tequila in one gulp, picked up the hat on the table, and said, "Get so rest early. Don’t be late tomorrow."
He walked out of the bar, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked up at the starry sky.
"The moon is so beautiful," he remarked.
Tonight should be the quietest night on Guadalupe Island since xico’s independence, with no gunfights, no noise, no homicides.
"Probationary officer" Santos sat by the desk at ho, looking towards the outside, squinting, and muttered, "The moon is really clear."
...
The next day.
The sky was clear, with a light breeze.
The sea breeze brought a warm, intoxicating air.
Such weather was rare on Guadalupe Island.
Drug traffickers ca from all directions, slowly gathered nearly a thousand core mbers. Under the guidance of the officers, they discarded their weapons to avoid any "unnecessary trouble", and all civilians were not allowed near the docks.
A military managent was implented within five kiloters of the dock.
The drug traffickers hung their heads, appearing sowhat low-spirited.
During the US-xico joint drug clean-up phase, many big shots surrendered because they couldn’t win against the military, like Gallardo. But it was rare for the police to make them throw up their hands.
Francisco arrived early and picked a good spot, but when he gazed toward the sea, he didn’t see any boat!
"Boss, why are there so many police over here, and where’s the boat... the boat?" his subordinate also felt sothing was wrong and quickly asked.
Francisco pushed past the obstructing drug traffickers and ran back the way he had co.
"Stop! Get back there!" the gun-wielding officer cursed, cocking his weapon.
"Victor! Where’s Victor? I want to see him," Francisco shouted loudly, his expression turning frantic. Upon seeing Victor descend from an armored vehicle, he said, "Where’s the boat? Are you going to make us swim over?"
"You guys are late, the boat has left," Victor replied.
That was a blatant lie.
Francisco, angered, pointed to his watch, and challenged, "You said eight o’clock, and it’s not even ti yet!"
Victor raised his own hand, pointed to his watch, and then turned the hands forward by an hour in front of them, "I’m sorry, it’s Victor ti on Guadalupe Island now, so, you are late!"
"And a late drug trafficker is the sa as forfeiting the chance to surrender!"
Francisco’s brow twitched, a sense of unease surged in his heart, and when he saw the machine gun on the armored car swivel towards him, his expression beca ferocious, "Victor, fuck your mother!"
"¡Fuego! (Fire!)" Casare gave the order.
The Rh202-style 20mm autocannon mounted on the E-6 ring mount on top of the TPz-1 armored vehicle began to spin, followed by a piercing sound.
Thud~
Thud thud thud thud thud~~
Shell casings ejected to the side, clinking against the vehicle’s body before rolling on the ground, making a crisp sound.
Francisco’s body was large and burly, and in a war, smaller targets tend to live longer because they are less likely to get shot.
He had at least a third more bullet holes in him than anyone else.
Alas, being too tall is also a kind of sin.
When Francisco fell, all he could hear were the drug traffickers’ screams and the sound of frantic footsteps.
One foot stepped on his face.
An image suddenly flashed through Francisco’s mind: it was the first ti he killed soone, a family of four. He had trapped them in a car and then burned them to death with a fire.
The drug traffickers now were crying out in terror, just like that family had.
Everything went dark before Francisco’s eyes, and he died.
Many drug traffickers tried to run to the sides, but Victor had arranged for officers with machine guns to sweep the area. The barrels grew so hot that the traffickers, with no way out, jumped into the sea in panic, shouting in despair.
The invention of firearms turned death into a series of numbers.
After just 20 minutes of shooting, the dock was littered with the bodies of drug traffickers.
Two TPz-1 armored vehicles equipped with bulldozing buckets pushed these bodies into the sea like shoveling mud.
It saved ti on cleaning up.
Beneath the docks, nurous fish could be seen...
Victor took a drag on his cigarette and looked up as he blew out a puff of smoke, "The air slls sweeter without the drug traffickers."
He was in a very good mood.
Especially with those points steadily increasing.
The drug traffickers on Guadalupe Island didn’t compare to those from the prison, but they still provided him with 6.4 million points.
Casare stuck his head out over the sea and the sll of blood attracted Jaws below. Suddenly a huge bloodied mouth burst from the sea, giving him a fright, and Jaws swept up a body and dove back under the water.
"From now on!"
"No drug traffickers are allowed on Guadalupe Island!"
"Gentlen, anyone who traffics drugs is going against , Victor!"
The surrounding officers stood at attention: "Sí, ¡Señor!" (Yes, Director!)
…
Zacatecas State.
Tijuana VS Juarez Sinaloa!
The defeated are retreating. Three plantations have been burned down, along with two research institutes. The transportation routes from Baja California State to the US-xico border have been disrupted, causing heavy losses for Tijuana.
Inside a private house.
Several important mbers of the Felix Family were seated.
"I think we should form an alliance with the Gulf Group, we need help," said Ramon, known for his flamboyant personality and fondness for bright clothes, to his older brother Benjamin.
"The Gulf Group doesn’t co cheap," replied Benjamin.
Ramon, annoyed yet amused, responded, "If Palma and Guzman, those bastards, break through, do you think we will still be alive? We shouldn’t worry about the price being high, we should be grateful that we still have a chance."
Benjamin nodded, "Agree to the demands of the Gulf Group." He paused before adding, "They want Guadalupe Island?"
Ramon nodded, "They want that place as a transfer point for goods across the Pacific Ocean. Now there’s so clueless director on the island, but he’s got good firepower. I heard the traffickers there can’t hold out much longer. We’re just about to negotiate with the Gulf Group. If they want it, we’ll give it to them.
It just so happens that our n on the island can co down to help us resist Sinaloa."
"They have strong firepower?" asked Benjamin, raising an eyebrow.
Ramon was about to speak when the cell phone on the table rang. Benjamin gestured for him to answer the call. Ramon apologized with a smile, still showing respect for his older brother.
"What?"
"They’re all dead?!"
Ramon couldn’t help but exclaim aloud.
All the Felix Family mbers present turned to look at him, seeing the notorious head of the Tijuana Cartel with an ugly expression.
It was even fair to say he was in disbelief!
…
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