Working as a police officer in Mexico

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 Mexico 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 emerging afterward.

These will become many small organizations, then operate under the same names.

The problems in Mexico 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 time comes?" Casare, more thoughtful, asked a question.

"My bodyguards."

The security department 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, Mexico doesn't need consequences; only the living can argue."

At worst, draw up a few employment 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."

Mexico City is relatively "mild", places like Tijuana, Juarez, where you can see drug traffickers carrying weapons everywhere, ready to shoot at the slightest disagreement.

Godfather Gallardo was right, "The beast has been unleashed!"

"This operation is led by Kennedy Heisenberg, codename: Legend, operation target, to kill all members of the Pedro Family."

Victor looked at the task force in front of him; their firepower could break through an entire Mexican battalion.

"Gentlemen, 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 HuNovelFireees, while six stayed behind to ensure Victor and the others' safety.

Taking advantage of the night, they sped towards the Agave Area.

Within Mexico 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 flames of war.

So, when midnight comes...

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 Mexico, never order caviar; they'll serve you a dish of mosquito eggs.

Best and Casare had little appetite.

The thought of the eighteen armed men 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 mess with you.

But after the Millennium, those new drug trafficking groups stopped playing by the rules. Drug trafficking became their main business, arson a necessity, committing all kinds of heinous crimes, and their equipment 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 Mexican Government and damaged a fighter jet of the Mexican 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 come.

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 me that!" A voice holding back rage came 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 me 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 came through the receiver. Intimidated by Victor's threat, the man really wanted to speak but, remembering 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 someone wants me dead, I get scared, and then... I can't help but strike first."

Alejandro sensed something was wrong, "Where exactly are you?"

"Do you like fireworks, sir? I remember your window is near the Agave Area, right? Let me 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 Mexico.

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 Mexico City.

Alejandro and the others watched the scene, dumbfounded.

Victor blew up the Agave Area?!

"Sir!"

Victor's light chuckle came through the mobile phone.

"People like me, 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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