Chapter 16: Chapter 16:
Stefan Blancard?
Using a bomb is really Medellin's style.
Victor looked at Anna without averting his gaze and shook his head disappointedly.
- 'I guess I've been too nice to you.
He raised his hand and waved it sharply. Best raised his axe.
Anna, seeing that her brother was about to have two more fingers chopped off, screamed:
- No, no, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!
- It's the warden. He ordered me to blow you up and frame Stefan.
Webster Ashbourne!
It all makes sense now.
No wonder that when he saw that Victor hadn't died in the explosion, his eyes flickered.
This man is Victor's worst enemy, who killed his father and hired a gang to massacre him.
Victor's existence is sheer torture for him.
But doesn't Webster fear responsibility for the prison bombing?
I mean, the prison incident will affect him.
Or is he planning to use it for some dark deed of his own?
Victor knew that only the smart ones survived in this world. He looked at Anna, who was trembling and crying on the ground.
- Let me go, please.
- Don't be stupid. I keep my word... - Victor crouched down, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Looking into her eyes, full of fear and tears, he wiped the traces of shoes from her face and whispered in her ear: - Don't cry, or all your makeup will run off.
Anna helped the narco baron's inside the prison and her brother was the petty boss on the outside. They were both far from saints.
Bang, bang, bang!
Victor pulled out a Colt and shot her several times in the stomach, watching her squirm in agony. Then raised his hand and shot her in the head.
Turning to the others, he said coldly:
- Send her to Jesus. I hope he cleanses her soul of drugs!
Best nodded, picked up the axe and struck Anna's brother in the head with a swing. A few blows and he was dead.
Duke, seeing Victor lighting a cigarette, hurried to hand him a lighter.
Victor, smiling, patted him on the shoulder:
- Take these two cars as service cars for our organization. Find a buyer for the guns and split the money between you.
- Victor, why don't we use them ourselves?
- Who walks around with cop guns? That's lame. We use long guns. Nobody uses such outdated stuff these days.
Although the Astra 357 police revolver is also from the 80s. But after seeing the AK, he didn't want to use anything else.
- Best, if anyone interferes with our business, send them to talk to Jesus. If Jesus gives permission, I'll agree too.
If the Vatican heard this... They'd stage a protest!
But how many fucking divisions does the Pope have?
Victor got into the car that Best and the others had come in. Casares started the engine and Victor opened the window:
- 'I have only one requirement - to establish a foothold in Mexico.
- Understood," Best nodded.
The car roared and roared forward, raising clouds of dust in the desert.
As the car drove away, Best came back to reality.
- It's time to go.
- What about the bodies? - Duke asked.
- Tomorrow the police would come and take them away.
...
The car sped across the wasteland, and Duke glanced furtively at Best, his jaw twitching a few times.
- What, I got flowers on my face? - Best grinned.
Duke turned away quickly, staring at the road ahead.
- It's just that you've changed and become...
He didn't know how to express it, arching his eyebrows.
- Cruel? Ruthless? Or inhuman? - Best asked.
Duke didn't argue.
- It's been a long time since I've seen you, and you've changed a lot.
Best looked at the morning star in the distance.
- When my father died, I stayed with my mother. She had trouble with her legs. She told me my father was a good man, stood on the side of justice. That's why I became a policeman. But as I grew up, I realized a lot of things. Ideals are good, but when my mother got sick, I couldn't pay for her treatment. I had nothing. That's when I realized how important money is.
- When a fire destroyed my family, I survived. But I felt no joy, only rage and helplessness.
- This world is cruel. We are like predators. If they don't eat you, they eat you. Cruelty is just a means of survival.
- When you get better, it doesn't matter what methods you use. We have to adapt to this world. Mexico is no different. I can't leave here, and neither can you. There's no changing that.
Duke opened his mouth, but eventually agreed.
He had seen things far bloodier than today's events. But he couldn't understand how a man who once loved his job and was filled with a sense of justice could change so much?
Became cunning and cruel.
Maybe... In Mexico, to be a cop, you have to be even more cunning than the drug dealers.
- Don't think too much. Let's go have some fun. We'll give you a party tonight," Best said, slapping him on the back of the head.
Duke struggled to squeeze out a smile.
- 'Then I've got three to find tonight!
- You're always on the lookout. You're a real dog! - Best grinned.
Duke smiled proudly.
- In this life, a man lives for sex, dies for sex, and fights for sex.
These words made Best laugh.
The gas hit the floor, and the car took another burst of acceleration.
...
The explosion damaged not only Victor's office, but the neighboring ones as well. Even the walls of the warden's office were punctured.
Fortunately, Conor Velasquez was not there at that moment, otherwise he would have died.
Victor found him in one of the temporary offices on the bottom floor. Knocking on the door, he saw him writing something. Hearing the knock, he raised his head and, recognizing Victor, frowned.
- What do you need?
- Warden, where is my office now?
- You'll be in the surveillance room from now on. You'll only be in charge of it. I've assigned the rest of the patrols to others.
Victor frowned.
- 'That's an order from the warden. He thinks you have too much on your plate and wants you to relax a little.
- If you don't like it, you can talk to him. I'm just relaying an order.
Victor saluted.
- 'Thank you for your concern, Warden. I'll do a good job in the observation room.
- As long as you don't cause any problems," Velasquez waved his hand. At that moment, the phone rang, and he picked it up, frowning. Victor took a couple steps away and heard him raise his voice.
- What, Anna's dead?
Realizing he was speaking too loudly, Velasquez looked outside and met Victor's gaze. He quickly closed the door, continuing the conversation inside.
You see, in Mexico, despite all the brutality, there will always be 'good people' to report a 'body collection'.
Being moved to the observation room didn't bother Victor much. He was already beginning to think about how it could be used to his advantage.
Before the advent of surveillance, human nature was indomitable. But with the advent of cameras - came civilization.
If we turned off the cameras, wouldn't that make it possible to "do anything"?
Possibly, but you have to think it through.
The strong never complain about the environment. They find ways to survive in any situation.
The observation room was on the second floor. When Victor entered, he saw that the guard was dozing behind the monitor. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his head and immediately jumped up when he saw Victor.
- Deputy chief.
- It's all right, if you're tired, you can rest a bit. From now on I will work here.
The guard, hearing this, frowned. To work in the same office with the bosses means goodbye, freebie.
Victor, not paying attention to his reaction, sat down in front of the monitors.
About forty screens showed corridors, restrooms, and even some cameras. A lot of the cameras weren't working, especially in the areas where the big drug dealers lived.
They paid not to be filmed, but sometimes the cameras were still on.
- Where's Gallardo's camera? - Victor asked.
The guard hesitated for a moment, but then he pressed a button and the Godfather appeared on the screen, busy doing something. Victor moved closer and saw that he was sharpening his toothbrush.
A toothbrush in prison is a multifunctional tool. It can be sharpened and used as a weapon. But is Gallardo really that bored?
It's more like a man looking for a way to protect himself.
In Mexico, there are two places where narco baron's die most often: in their homes and in prisons. Many have been killed by enemies or taken out by a roof.
Later, one of the drug cartel's Beltran Leyva brothers, Hector, died in prison. Officially stated to be from a heart attack.
That reason is the universal excuse.
That's interesting. Looks like Gagliardo knows someone's trying to kill him. It's an attempt to protect himself.
Even a sick tiger isn't to someone's liking.
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