Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 434: This lawless man was somewhat silent.

Chapter 434: This lawless man was somewhat silent.

"A bomb! He has a bomb in his arms!!!"

Just when Manstein and others were getting nervous, a shrill scream suddenly rang out.

I saw a woman holding a child pointing at the Tamil policeman next to her, shrinking back in fear, tripping and falling to the ground, with the child falling beside her. But then she grabbed the child by the collar and ran away at full speed.

Skilled in making people feel distressed.

The Tamil policeman cursed and pulled his clothes, revealing a bomb with a red light underneath. He shouted something in Sinhalese, but I couldn't quite understand him.

But it should contain a high amount of mother.

"Shoot at target!"

The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion were old hands and had seen all kinds of scenes. When they were guarding, there were three layers inside and three layers outside, which meant there was a strong sense of isolation. When they saw the Tamil police rushing over, the soldiers inside stood on the Humvee and fired bursts of shots with heavy machine guns.

Tutu, tutu, tutu…

Using 12.7×99mm burst fire is just like Luban playing with women - Ahn'Qiraj at its best.

When it hits a person, the body is covered with bruises.

When he was dying, he pulled the trigger on the bomb, and it exploded...

But by this time, all the people nearby had already run away, there were not many casualties, and the power of the bomb was not very great.

"Fuck you, you want to die just because you interrupted me? Send two people to collect his body and feed it to the dogs." Manstein didn't seem to have a bright mind.

It's often shown on TV that the police arrive only after the explosion. It was the same here. We waited for seven or eight minutes before the Sri Lankan army arrived. They immediately dispersed the people who were still watching the excitement. The team was led by a colonel in the army.

This is already a high-ranking official. How can you expect him to have a general rank in a small place?

Gaddafi is still a colonel now.

"Colonel Manstein..." The other party laughed awkwardly, "I'm very sorry, but we will definitely give you an explanation for this matter!"

"It's ok."

Manstein smiled instead and said, "After killing Velupillai Prabhakaran, the future is promising. We will slowly look for the cancer in the team. If necessary, we can provide help."

When he came, he received a call from Victor.

The general meant that while we should help Sri Lanka fight the LTTE, we should also make friends with them and build good relations with them, and then rent a port there as a military base. It is only 1800 kilometers away from the Golden Triangle region. If we launch a war on drugs in the future, this will definitely be a frontline position.

That’s why the quality is so good.

otherwise…

I've already started cursing.

What the hell.

The Sri Lankan colonel wiped his sweat, and was relieved to see that the other party was so reasonable. He got down to business, "You have killed Velupillai Prabhakaran. Can I see it?"

"of course."

Manstein took him to the cart at the back.

Velupillai was lying there with his eyes open, and there was still some ferocity in his eyes, just like a desperado.

Colonel Sri Lanka swallowed his saliva and moved back in fear, perhaps feeling that his action was not very good. He turned his head and looked at Manstein with an embarrassed look.

"Don't worry, it won't matter if he dies. Even if he gets up again, my brothers have rocket launchers and artillery. Even if he is a ghost, we have saved his soul."

The other party nodded hurriedly.

With a look of joy on his face, he said, "Thank you very much for helping Sri Lanka to eliminate the terrorist organization. Can you give us this body?"

"I'm afraid that won't work, but you can use it for a press conference. We're going to take the head in the back to Mexico, as well as his family. We're going to execute them all live. The terrorist attacks they launched in Mexico made the general very unhappy. I hope you understand."

You want to kill the whole family?!

Are all Mexicans so cruel?

He said it lightly, but the tone was murderous. Who wouldn't be tense after hearing it?

The Sri Lankan colonel was a little hesitant. After all, this was a political achievement. But when he saw Manstein's eyes, he didn't dare to look him in the eye. He just smiled and nodded.

The main reason is that the 4th Battalion is too good at fighting...

Velupillai, who had troubled Sri Lanka for decades, was killed in just a week or so. Who could not see the confusion?

He was still comforting himself in his heart.

It's not that I'm servile, but for the friendship of Mes!

"Then your next task..."

"Hunte the remaining LTTE members. We already know where they are. There are about 400 of them. After killing them all, we can go back. We will definitely leave you a stable and peaceful environment for development." Manstein said firmly.

The Sri Lankans were shocked and said, "Our navy, army and air force will definitely support you!"

Who doesn't want peace?

Who doesn't want peace?

Who is willing to give up peace?

After all, World War II was less than forty years ago.

The Sri Lankan authorities announced the death of Velupillai Prabhakaran as soon as possible, and the photo of him being shot was quickly circulated through the national channel.

Except for the Jaffna peninsula where the LTTE was located, people in other places were setting off firecrackers and cheering.

This organization, which was originally established to overthrow tyranny and pursue equality, has long since turned into a demon. In the past 10 years, at least 1500 people have died in bombings it caused.

How many ordinary people do you think will like this?
And three days later.

mid-October.

Mexican national television broadcast a trial live!
Open air...

There was a banner hanging above: The First Interrogation Conference!
A group of ordinary people gathered below, standing on tiptoe.

"Sir, do you want a front row seat? Not expensive, 2000 pesos."

When the family of three was complaining about not being able to see in the back, a scalper came stealthily over and spoke in a low voice, gesturing with his hand out.

“2000 pesos?”

The man hesitated, thinking it was a bit expensive, but he couldn't help but want to join in the fun.

"Forget it, we'll just watch from the back." His wife pulled him and shook her head.

"It's okay. Isn't the reason I make money to spend it?"

The scalper gave a thumbs up and said, "Yes, the man is right. If it doesn't cost money, why work so hard?"

“2000 pesos for the three of us too?”

"no problem!"

The man nodded and took out the money and handed it over. The scalper took it with great joy and said, "Sir, no matter what you hear or see later, just run."

The family of three looked at each other, feeling a bad premonition.

The scalper bent over and rushed forward in the "bison charge" style, taking advantage of every opportunity. Its head was quite hard and it bumped into quite a few people.

"Hey, don't push, don't push, what are you doing! F**K, are you going to catch someone cheating or is your dad waiting for trial? Go forward."

"Get out of the way! Stop pushing!"

A group of people were cursing.

The scalper immediately stood up, pushed open a big hole, and then pushed the three people forward with force. He put his hands on his waist, pointed at the onlookers and cursed.

Good guy…

It’s not easy to make money by scalping tickets.

So he was responsible for the quarrel?

The family of three blushed instantly and were too embarrassed to ask for money. The way the people around them looked at them made them want to find a place to hide.

"quiet!"

Just at this moment, the senior police inspector with a golden oak leaf hanging on his shoulder on the interrogation table took the microphone and called out.

"Now, the meeting begins, bring the criminals!"

More than 70 criminals wearing hoods, shackles on their feet, and prisoners' clothes were carried up by the police.

It gives people a very shocking sense of directness.

Many people below felt a little...scared.

This is the significance of the conference. The bracelet + anklet weighs more than 30 kilograms.

"The second item on the agenda is to publicize the crimes."

"Tear off the hood!"

The police removed the hoods of the criminals, revealing their faces one by one. Some raised their heads, while others lowered them out of shame.

"Nar Whiteman!" The senior police inspector called out a name. The bald man on the far left of the first row had a flash of light in his eyes and his eyelids trembled slightly.

"Professional killer of the Orgrimmar drug cartel in Puebla!"

"In 1987, the mayor of Tehuacán and his entire family of seven were killed in an extremely cruel manner..."

"In 1988, he tortured and killed two tourists visiting Mexico, and cut off the female's genitals and kept them in his refrigerator."

"1988 years..."

"1999 years..."

This person alone read for more than ten minutes. The man named Nall Whiteman kept his head up, looking fearless and arrogant. When he heard the senior police inspector finish reading the last sentence, he still shouted:

"Wrong! There are still ten more people. I have killed 211 people in total!"

“You read it wrong!”

This provocative behavior caused an uproar among the people below.

The senior police monitor heard this and his face turned blue with anger. He tore open the verdict and pointed at Nall Whiteman, "Hammer!"

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Were these people startled when they heard this?
A policeman, about 189 cm tall, wearing a mask, with muscles all over his body, was dragging a stone hammer in his hand. When he was pulling it on the ground, you could hear a crisp sound.

"What are you doing! I want to die with dignity!!" Nar Whiteman shouted.

The policeman hit him hard on the back of his knee, causing his leg to be twisted at an abnormal angle and his patella to be pierced.

"what!!!!"

Nar Whiteman screamed in pain, knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, but before he could shout again, the stone hammer hit his hand.

The audience watching the fun below suddenly let out a roar.

Blood and bones splattered everywhere...

The parents with the children quickly covered their eyes, but the children could not help but open their parents' hands and peek through the gap.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

how to say…

He was brutal.

"Kill me! Kill me!!!" Nar Whiteman shouted with his eyes red. Did he want to be a hero?

But is this the end?
How can it be!

The best standard answer to the hammer punishment is to break your limbs, then smash the bones of your back, then pierce your ribs, and the last blow is to the head.

But generally no one can endure to the end, because the ribs will pierce the internal organs and the person will die long ago.

Same with Gnar Whiteman…

Boom~
The body fell heavily to the ground, dead, with ribs sticking out of the chest cavity, and the sharp parts of the ribs were covered with a sticky unknown substance.

Don't give up halfway when doing things.

Final blow!
The policeman raised the rock hammer and smashed it on Nar Whiteman's head with such force that it made a whistling sound, and his head broke into pieces like a watermelon.

There was silence in the crowd.

"Well done! Kill these bastards!! Wuuwuwu..."

A boy riding on his father's head suddenly started shouting excitedly and whistling, but his mouth was covered by his parents the next second.

It was quiet for a moment.

The applause suddenly broke out!
"Clap clap clap..."

"Yes, well done, that's how you kill these criminals."

The senior police inspector slowly smiled. Did you see that? The public supports it.

Personality? Dignity?
Are you drug-dealing dogs worthy of this?
He moistened his throat and said, "Ahem, next one, Smith..."

The criminal whose name was called was so frightened at the tragic scene that his legs went limp. When he was dragged up to stand trial, his face turned pale.

Wow…

I couldn't help it and peed my pants out of fear.

did you see…

The game is all about heartbeats. When the criminals at the back see their predecessors being killed one by one, what do they feel when it is their turn?
torment?

Or... timid?
Therefore, the first one to die is not the worst, on the contrary, he may be the best!

"Shoot!"

"Execution!!"

"Shoot!"

The last thing they did was simple and straightforward. They made them kneel on the ground and shot bullets at them one by one, but not through the back of the head. They were made to stand and watch the bullets hit their hearts.

Shoot them on the left, one on the right, and one in the head to prevent them from dying.

"The criminals below are a family crime. They helped their relative Velupillai Prabhakaran, the LTTE leader, to launch attacks in Sonora, Baja California, Mexico and other places, causing many casualties."

"Under the general's instructions, the Mexican army killed Velupillai Prabhakaran in Sri Lanka and captured all 37 members of his family!"

"The judgment is as follows:"

"They were sentenced for crimes such as terrorist bombing, threatening public safety, intentional homicide, drug smuggling, and aiding others. They were sentenced to multiple punishments..."

The senior police inspector looked up and saw that the Sri Lankans were trembling all over and were extremely frightened.

"Humvee dismemberment!"

When this method was proposed, a bunch of Sri Lankans didn’t understand, but the people below were all shocked…

They looked at each other.

This is a very eye-catching way to die...

In the Mexican judicial system, it has been included as a form of death penalty, and the Victor regime is the only one that has not reduced the killing but expanded the killing law.

Except for those warlords in Africa.

Human rights organizations have called us many times.

One word: Get out!

Why don't you mind the Americans if you have such a bad temper?

To the extent that the United Nations Human Rights Organization has criticized him several times for being inhumane and undemocratic, and even called on the international community to condemn him.

But at that time, the SS-25 intercontinental missile came out.

The United States is quiet, the United Kingdom is quiet, France is quiet, and Spain has also shut up.

On the viewing stand 200 meters away from the execution ground.

Victor and President Kwaukmote sat on it, both holding binoculars.

The latter was excited. "This is the day Mexico regains its dignity. If we kill them, the leaders of those terrorist organizations will have to think about the consequences when they face us again. If not for themselves, they will have to worry about their families."

This is killing the whole family...

Americans can't do it either, right?
Kwaukmote was in favor of this approach.

Victor smiled and said, "We want to make them understand the consequences of going against us. We want to make sure that his descendants are extinct. We will also slowly settle accounts with Velupillai Prabhakaran's other relatives, one by one."

In the game of Nine Clans Candy Crush, sometimes it is really necessary to shock people.

"The boss is right." Casare gave a thumbs up and applauded.

The people around immediately applauded with smiles on their faces.

"General, your phone is from Mr. Donald." Secretary Troud Jung came over and handed over the phone.

Everyone quieted down immediately.

Victor cleared his throat and said, "Hello, good afternoon, Mr. Donald."

The old man opposite was breathing rapidly, even roughly, and he suddenly asked, "Can you help me settle the account?"

"???"

"I don't know how to do accounting."

"No! I want you to help me get rid of someone. He holds 3 trillion U.S. Treasury bonds. I want you to help me get rid of him?"

Good guy…

If you kill the creditor, you won’t owe him any money, right?

Victor was stunned.

Even he, a lawless man, remained silent.

(End of this chapter)

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