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The water mixed with blood seeped into the drain.

Casare handed a napkin to Victor, who wiped his hands while speaking, "Let\'s send Mr. Vasili Pedro\'s son to him, we must understand the love of a father."

Harrison stood by, responding as he and two jail guards wrapped Fiedler Pedro\'s body in a white cloth.

You have to have standards in life!

"Boss Victor, killing Fiedler means we\'re essentially declaring war on the Pedro family."

Click.

The delightful sound of a metal lighter echoed.

Victor lit up his cigarette, tilting his head back, "Since when do criminals dare to declare war on the police? The only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."

He wouldn\'t dare say he was a good man.

In Mexico... there really are no good men.

Casare, looking at the determined Victor, hesitated in his tone, "What worries me isn\'t the danger from outside."

"When Fiedler just talked about giving money, I could feel the jail guards next to me were breathing rapidly, I know he was tempted, and I was too. In Mexico, nobody can say no to money!"

That message was pretty clear.

Boss, our own ranks... they\'re not stable either.

You never know when your own brothers might shoot you in the back.

How many police have been killed by their own comrades in Mexico?

After the millennium, when the Marine Corps went on drug raids, the first thing they did was disarm the local police.

Who would have thought?

Even official spokespersons have bluntly stated, "We have traitors in our ranks!"

Don\'t have too high an opinion of human nature, really, given $500,000, wouldn\'t you be tempted?

You might even feel a bit embarrassed to take too much.

Listening to Casare\'s words, Victor snuffed out the burning cigarette butt and tossed it aside casually, "No worries, don\'t fret, I\'ve made some contacts and got a group of people, all our own, loyalty\'s not an issue."

"You bring your family to Plateau Prison, as long as I\'m here, no one can stir up any trouble."

Casare was also somewhat worried about his family and nodded with a concerned expression.

Victor planned to "shake things up" directly, and Mr. Sicilian Falcon\'s "mysterious" death had scored Victor millions of points.

Was he hiding pregnancy?

According to his authority as Deputy Warden, he could only recruit 20 people. Apart from Yuri and Kost, he planned to "go all in" with the rest.

The only thing that could scare the Mexican drug traffickers was someone who could fight even harder than they could.

When Los Zetas, representative of the new school, emerged, the old school like Tijuana, Juarez, Sinaloa, Gulf Cartel, and others were all cut off and left to fend for themselves!

Agave Area.

A rare villa area in the heart of Mexico City.

High-ranking officials, celebrities, drug lord leaders, and many others lived here.

Very magical, perhaps a fugitive on the United States Drug Enforcement Administration\'s most-wanted list was living right next to a senior security official.

There were also federal police patrols with sniffer dogs.

Right at noontime, when they were about to change shifts.

A white van sped through and the sleepy, yawning officers sprang to attention.

But the anticipated ram didn\'t happen; the van stopped not far from the booth, and then a body was thrown out, rolling on the ground a couple of times.

The guard didn\'t rush over – what a joke, what if the other party had fired at him?

After the van had left, they called the patrol team over.

When a group of officers, bolstering each other\'s courage, lifted the white cloth, they saw a face so mutilated it could have used mosaic censorship, it was too gruesome to look at.

The features were unrecognizable.

The considerate "murderers" had hung a nameplate next to the body, which read: "Fiedler Pedro!"

The police looked at each other.

This was bad, a major incident!

Inside the Pedro family mansion.

Muffled sobs could be heard.

In a family of more than a dozen members, who is truly sincere?

Vasili Pedro, dressed in a black suit, looked at his son\'s corpse, lifted his head, and clearly saw his body trembling slightly.

"My son is dead, I\'ve already lost him, haven\'t I?"

Vasili Pedro leaned on the table with both hands, his back to the others, his shoulders suddenly heaving, his voice not clear whether he was crying or laughing, "Don\'t you all want to take the position of the decision-maker in the Pedro Family? Go ahead, whoever kills Victor will be the next decision-maker!"

The family members behind him, regardless of gender, all had their eyes light up.

After bowing slightly to Vasili Pedro, a group of people with their own ideas left.

Only he and an elderly family member were left in the room.

"Those useless ones won\'t solve any problems. $500,000, I want a bounty on Victor\'s life."

The old family member nodded, his face full of furrows, "Do we need to bury Fiedler?"

He looked down at Fiedler\'s corpse.

"Find a place to burn it, a piece of trash that was beaten to death doesn\'t deserve the family\'s worship."

Vasili was still young, he could still have children.

A son could die, but the "glory" of the Pedro family could not be lost.

In Mexico, you have to be ruthless. If you don\'t take revenge, everyone will know you are weak. Then, they will come rushing up to swallow your territory, kill your family, and then viciously step on your skull.

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The Pedro Family offering a $500,000 bounty for a jail guard\'s life?

This must be the craziest news lately.

In many bars, night markets, and red-light districts, there are people with gleaming eyes everywhere.

Bribing a commander of a security department would cost only about $350,000, the $500,000 would be enough for a family to flee to the United States and become so-called upper-class people.

And Victor\'s background and recent deeds were turned inside out by people.

Reforming the inmates in Plateau Prison?

Killed the eldest son of the Pedro family for the lives of a few foreign tourists?

Wow!

This guy is simply too crazy.

The police must be deaf, right?

With a high bounty, there will be brave men. That very day, about 20 people attacked Plateau Prison.

That night, someone tried to blow up Plateau Prison with explosives and cause a prison riot, so they could kill Victor amid the chaos.

But they underestimated the defensive capabilities of Plateau Prison; they couldn\'t even blow it open. Instead, they drew the rapid response team and intense gunfire broke out between the two sides.

The attackers were so fierce they caused the rapid response team to suffer 3 deaths and 6 injuries.

The incident was quite embarrassing for the officials.

During a television speech, they severely warned against such behavior, considering it a provocation to the government.

But does the Mexican Government have any face left?

No one listens to such things, that\'s $500,000!

Privately, government departments sent people from the Security Department Discipline Inspection Division to inquire, but when they arrived at the prison, they couldn\'t find Victor and Casare at all.

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The village of "Bergedes".

Best and Casare were stunned at the fully armed squad before them, swallowed hard, and looked at Victor next to them, "This... is this the help you found?"

"Of course, allow me to introduce, this is Kennedy Heisenberg, a member of a... militia organization that I know," said Victor, pointing to a tall and burly man with a European look beside him.

Militia?

Casare\'s eyes twitched.

Your so-called militia carry M16 carbines, wear Colt M1911a1 pistols on their waists, don steel helmets equipped with PVS-14 night vision devices, and have LITE headsets; and in their tactical vests, you can see flashbang grenades, hand grenades, and magazines.

What kind of militia is this?

United States forces stationed in Mexico?

Of course, these were exchanged by Victor using points. He installed "Standard Weapon Proficiency," "Infiltration Assassination," "Close Combat," and "Extreme Survival" skills on each person, costing 10,000 points each, not including their equipment.

Beyond these, Victor also exchanged for three HuNovelBinees and seven AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers. Had he not thought the target too large, he even considered rolling out a Katyusha rocket launcher.

He just didn\'t believe that, under the caliber of weapons, drug traffickers could still cry for help!

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