Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 37 Does the 37mm caliber count as a cannon?
This sudden change frightened the ladies.

They tried to run outside in a panic, but Casare blocked the door, so they could only lean aside shivering.

It's not safe to be a prostitute in Mexico, and you have to be implicated in any vendetta.

It’s really not easy to make some money.

Victor took the broken glass and inserted it directly into Wilbert's thigh, "I ask again, who did it!!"

"Olivier, it's Olivier!" Wilbert howled miserably, looking horrified.

Damn it, whoever comes up and does it right away?
Don’t I just want some money?
If you want to have sex for free, just say so. Can I disagree?

"Which Olivier?" Best said with a frown.

"Those people from Tezcatlipoca, he wants revenge on you for killing his only brother!"

Best nodded slowly toward Victor, "I think I know where they are."

"Then this person is useless, right?"

Wilbert was frightened to death by these words. He raised his hands and shouted in fear, "Don't kill me. I am useful. I can provide you with information."

"You're too expensive sir."

Casare fired seven shots at him, the last one hitting his head.

The most important thing is that you can still pray after you have offended Jesus, but you still want to live after you have offended Boss Victor?

Who doesn't know that he is the most petty... crossed out, the most jealous of evil!
"Sir! Someone is coming!" The prison guard at the door opened the door and shouted anxiously.

"Get out first and then talk."

Victor took the Uzi submachine gun from Casare. As soon as he walked out of the box, he saw four or five strong men rushing over. Looking at their tattoos, he knew they belonged to a certain gang.

The other party was obviously confused when they saw they had guns. When Victor raised the gun, they were so frightened that they opened the door and hid in the box next to them.

Victor and his group found the opportunity and rushed out. At the door, a prison guard opened a tear gas canister and threw it towards the dancing crowd.

I told you to stay up late at night!
The thick smoke instantly filled the entire bar, and screams, panic, and cries came one after another.

The group of people got into the red Mazda parked at the door and drove away.

When the gangsters watching the scene burst into tears, they could only stay there and rage helplessly.

...

"Who is Olivier?" Victor sat in the passenger seat, holding the handle above his head and turning his head to ask Best behind him.

"His father was an avocado tycoon in Michoacán. However, due to the warming climate, the growth of agricultural products was slow and he felt that he could not make a fortune, so he went to the Gulf to do channel business for them. However, one time when he was transporting goods, he was arrested by the Drug Enforcement Administration. He was shot dead, and Olivier took over from his father at that time.”

"But he was ambitious and left the Gulf to start his own business. However, he was defeated by the Michoacana cartel after a short period of business, and finally came to Mexico City."

Casare was surprised next to him, "How do you know so much detail?"

"Because he is very arrogant and does not follow the rules, and he will kill the whole family at every turn."

"Is he very powerful?" Victor asked the question he really wanted to know.

"He has close to a hundred gunmen under his command, including but not limited to assault rifles. This is a rare firepower in Mexico City."

That makes it clear.

Sure enough, I am collecting grain next door and I am collecting guns. Next door is my granary. As long as the caliber is large, the voice will be loud.

"Is there any RPG?"

"never heard of that…"

"Where's the heavy machine gun?"

Best shook his head and sneered, "Boss Victor, ordinary gangsters can't afford these things."

"Then what's the bullshit? Is he really good at hitting? Being able to hit is of no use. When you come out to do things, it's all about firepower. This kind of cancer should be eradicated!"

Victor lit a cigarette for himself, "Go get two pickup trucks and go to Warehouse No. 1. I'll show you what firepower is."

Casare was afraid that he had gone too far, "Boss Victor, we prison guards do not have the power to enforce the law. If this matter gets too big, it will not end well."

This is the only bad thing about prison guards, they can't come in a big name.

"Do you know who he is without clothes? I have one principle in everything I do. I will hold down anyone who jumps. If an avocado seller dares to shit on my head, even if Jesus comes, I can't save him. I said of!"

Seeing how determined he was, Casare stopped trying to persuade him.

Best called Duke and asked him to buy a second-hand pickup truck. By the time the group arrived at Warehouse No. 1, the village of "Belgadez" outside the prison, Duke was already standing outside blowing the cold wind.

Victor knocked on the door, and the wooden door was opened from the inside. The ones who opened the door were two blond foreigners, who looked like Germans.

The main races of Mexicans are Indo-Europeans and Indians.

Casare and Best, who were standing behind them, looked at each other. Since when have there been Germans in the team?

This is actually after Victor's total points exceeded 1, the "dark gray" "Character" column in the original gold finger panel was lit up.

You can get exclusive character customization from it.

There is gender, age, name, nationality, etc.

But depending on the features you add, the points required will increase. For example: you only need an "ordinary infantryman". This kind of cannon fodder-level combatant requires about 2000 points, but if you add "NATO Firearms Proficiency" on top, it will cost an additional 2000 points.

If you get enough points, everyone fucks Stallone?
But it will be adjusted according to the position.

Currently, the police inspector and deputy warden can only get 20 people.

Isn’t this trying to push yourself up! !

Now it seems that the prison guards in the emergency unit only need to spend a small amount of money, so it seems that they are still a good deal.

Does Goldfinger want to be a policeman or a warlord?
He used 3000 points to "pinch" two technicians with "basic welding".

One is named Yuri and the other is Coster.

The most important thing is that they don't look particularly "dumb". Even if you strip them naked, you can still see hair where there should be hair.

"Boss!" When the two saw Victor, there was even joy on their faces.

"Where's the stuff?"

Yuri pointed to the room, "It's already been arranged."

"Let's go, let me show you what real firepower is!" Victor said to the two people behind him, and walked in first.

Best and Casare looked at each other, always feeling that the boss's smile was a bit malicious. When they walked in the door, they stared at each other instantly.

I saw an...artillery next to the boss! !

"How about the M3 artillery, an American product? Weld it to a pickup truck and kill that bastard with one shot. Do their firepower have as much firepower as mine?"

The two people's eyes widened when they heard this.

You are just playing around!
They only have some guns at most, but you just use the cannon?

Is it too bullying?

Moreover, this kind of "combat pickup truck" also refreshes their understanding. Can weapons be used in this way?
It was 1987 that the armed pickup truck truly became famous all over the world.

That year, armed conflict broke out in Libya and Chad. The Libyan army was well equipped at the time. The Chadian army only has 400 civilian Toyota pickup trucks. However, this time the Chadian army installed anti-tank missiles on the pickup trucks. It used its mobility and flexibility to deal with Libyan tank troops in the vast desert, interspersed with guerrillas, and finally Actually defeated the arrogant Libyan troops.

In fact, Mexican drug lords also began to practice "combat pickup trucks" in the early 90s. During the armed conflicts in Sinaloa and Tijuana, heavy machine guns were installed on pickup trucks and fired at the crowd.

This thing is cheap, strong and durable. It is a must-have for home travel.

"Weld it on."

With Victor's instructions, Yuri and Coster took action. Duke's eyes lit up next to him. After seeing Victor enter the room, he said to Best, "Boss, the boss has such a wide network of people that he has brought in all the artillery."

"This is not a good thing." Best sighed.

"What do you mean? Is there any problem?"

"If artillery is really used, what do you think will happen to those large drug trafficking groups? They will definitely have to update their equipment. Several places where drug trafficking activities are rampant will definitely be more cruel by then."

Duke clearly understands the urinary nature of drug lords. If they know that there is such a "game", they will definitely join in, which can elevate the fight between drug lords to a "war"!
There is also an "arms race" among drug lords.

Los Zetas spent US$2009 million on arms purchases in 6000, and even bid for them from all over the world.

Aren't you mentally retarded?
Who dares to sell it to you?
Can't you send a fax in private?

No! Can't you write a letter?
Papua New Guinea, with a population of more than 2017 million, spent only US$8400 million on military expenditure in !
Your drug trafficking group is more vicious than a country.

In other words, the Fortune 500 cannot have "illegal organizations", otherwise, Mexico will definitely be the country with the most "enterprises" on the list.

"But does this have anything to do with us?" Duke hesitated, "Boss, it's better for others to die in Mexico than for us to die."

You are about to be killed, why are you trying to be a virgin bitch?

"I'm just sighing, idiot!" Best said angrily.

"Come here and help me," Casare shouted from the pickup truck.

"Coming, coming." Duke hurriedly ran over.

The group of people were busy until early in the morning. Anyway, they only needed to fix it, weld it and don't knock themselves over with one shot.

When Victor was called out, he looked at the "combat pickup truck" and felt pressure coming towards him. A 37mm caliber couldn't be a "gun", right?

An idea suddenly occurred to me.

If I have a factory in the future, can I export these to Africa?

If you sell it cheaper, there should be a market for it.

You can't sell it to Mexican drug traffickers. If you blow yourself up, you'll lose more than you gain.

But he suddenly thought of a question.

"Which of you knows how to fire a cannon?"

……

　PS: As mentioned in the first chapter, it cannot just summon arms, there are other things as well, and the settings are slowly being completed.

　　There is a serious shortage of supporting roles. Friends who need roles can leave a message!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)