Zacatecas State.
A burly man in a black short-sleeve shirt walked out of a Walmart supermarket, large tattoos visible on his shoulders, fierce build, and a thick beard.
Carrying purchased food, he got into a pickup truck. Through the mirror, you could see two other people sitting inside.
Just as the vehicle was about to start, a van blocked their path, causing the driver to slam the brakes in fright. He angrily honked the horn repeatedly, then stuck his head out cursing continuously.
The van door opened.
Four fully armed personnel jumped down, wearing skull masks. One held a shotgun to the driver's head and fired - "Bang!"
Like splitting a watermelon.
The remaining men yanked open car doors, dragging the other two out and pressing them to the ground.
"LS, where is Benjamín?"
Kennedy Heisenberg stood before him, questioning the short-sleeved man, who glared without answering.
"Slap!"
A hard slap.
"Where is Benjamín?!"
The slap swelled his face, but he stubbornly resisted, "I don't know."
Kennedy didn't bother talking further, pulled out his pistol and decisively shot him in the head, then looked at the other man, "Where is Benjamín?"
"I... I don't know, I really don't know. I'm just an ordinary law-abiding citizen." The man was terrified.
"Bag him!" Kennedy waved his hand.
An officer behind him put a plastic bag directly over the other's head, pulling it tight. The bag immediately fogged up as he struggled desperately, gasping for air in panic, then quickly becoming severely oxygen-deprived.
When the bag was removed, the man gasped heavily.
"I don't know, I don't know," he kept repeating.
It wasn't that they were really that tough, but revealing Benjamín's location would definitely get them killed by Tijuana Group members!
The Benjamín brothers were notoriously ruthless, plus with "Godfather" Gallardo's guidance, they were very cautious!
"Take off his pants!"
Kennedy took a stick from the van, handing it to an officer while others bent the man over and pulled down his pants.
"Give it to me!" Another officer nicknamed "Panther" snatched the stick, saying sternly, "Want your ass to bloom? I guarantee you'll only like men for the rest of your life."
His rear felt ominously painful.
What man could endure such torment?
His voice carried a crying tone, "Tonight at Masamitra there will be Benjamín's sister's engagement party. All Tijuana Group's top leadership will appear then. No one else."
Kennedy nodded, patted his face, "Thanks. Kill him."
"Panther" grabbed his hair and shot him three times in the head.
The group got in the van and left coolly.
Several minutes later, Walmart security guards tremblingly emerged, saw the corpses on the ground, swallowed hard, then chose to call police.
No problem...
Wouldn't affect business.
The van drove directly to an abandoned factory - a temporary base.
Victor had received word that his former superior "Alejandro" was coming to take office in Baja California, so he thought about creating some achievements for him.
If Alejandro knew he had such a helpful subordinate, he'd definitely happily curse him to death.
The real reason was Victor couldn't stay on the island forever. He'd use this as a springboard to "advance" into Baja California State, making the Tijuana drug trafficking group entrenched there the top priority for elimination.
Kennedy brought people over first to see if there was a chance to kill the Benjamín brothers.
With such a large organization leaderless, it would be easier to strike.
"Boss, how do we infiltrate the hotel tonight?"
"Kill all the drug dealers and walk in openly." Kennedy was economical with words.
The remaining EDM officers looked at each other.
So crude?
At least have some plan?
"As long as we eliminate everyone, no one will know we're assassins."
Kennedy pushed aside a table, tapped the floor, hearing a hollow sound. Finding the pull ring, he yanked it up hard. A thick odor hit them immediately.
"Go down. There are things the boss prepared inside."
Three officers went down wearing gas masks, soon dragging up a box with a skull painted on it.
Written in Spanish: "Armas químicas, peligrosas! (Chemical weapons! Dangerous!)"
The officers looked at each other, immediately understanding what was inside.
"Boss, this would go to military tribunal, right?"
Kennedy glanced sideways, "Do you know which direction the military tribunal gate opens?"
He paused, "Besides, the boss would go to prison."
Officers: "???"
"This isn't essential. If everything goes smoothly, we won't need this at all. It's just psychological comfort."
This stuff...
The lethality was too extreme.
...
When Victor arrived at the dock in his Humvee, he saw officers confronting seven or eight people, many wearing Guatemalan military uniforms.
A somewhat dark-skinned man who might have had some Black heritage was pointing at an officer and spewing garbage. From the distance, Victor couldn't hear what he was saying.
But with one blink, all the other's information appeared.
Carlos Ruiz Félix
Male!
Guadalupe Island's new mayor.
Senior member of Tijuana drug trafficking group.
Cousin of Benjamín Félix.
...
In 1987, during Governor Rafael Max's campaign, over 200 people held a rally demanding his resignation due to corruption.
This enraged the governor, who declared: "Show them what's what."
Within hours, a mixed force of armed militants and police attacked the student protesters. Masked gunmen opened fire immediately, crowds scattered, and 6 students died on the spot with over 20 injured.
The police force commander at that time was Carlos Ruiz Félix.
He watched the protesters get massacred.
This incident caused no stir at all - governor above, Tijuana drug trafficking group below. He was just mixing around for a couple years.
Now he finally got his chance to rise.
"Ram him!"
Victor never asked human scum why they became scum - just take them out!
The EDM officer driving nodded, floored the accelerator. The Humvee's engine roared loudly, drawing everyone's attention at the dock.
They saw a Humvee charging toward the crowd at high speed.
Several quick-reacting Guatemalan soldiers dodged, but some couldn't avoid being knocked down.
Even a dog in the distance tucked its tail and stood up in fright.
The Humvee directly launched Carlos Ruiz three or four meters, didn't slow down, and drove right over his head!
Legs kicked, eyes... his head was gone.
Victor got out of the car, looking at the exploded head on the ground, frowning, "There are still drug trafficking groups on the island. The new mayor and Guatemalan liaison personnel were all killed!"
Casare was sharp, aiming the vehicle's machine gun at the remaining personnel and pulling the trigger.
Damn, wouldn't even let others speak.
No freedom at all!
Very sorry, Victor ran a "dictatorship" here!
"Throw them in the sea to feed sharks."
"Boss, if the state asks us for the drug dealers, what do we do?" Casare thought comprehensively.
Victor's gaze swept around, pointing at the dog standing up panting, "I think it's the drug trafficking group's leader."
Casare's face twitched, forcing out a sentence, "Boss, dogs can't shoot guns, right?"
"Maybe Guadalupe Island's dogs are smarter?"
"Whether they believe it is their business. Since they all believe in God's existence, why can't they believe this dog is a drug dealer? Isn't that double standards? Whether they think so doesn't matter - what matters is I think it is, so it must be!"
"So... what do you plan to do?"
Victor's eyes flashed, "Do you eat dog meat?"
(End of Chapter)
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