Working as a police officer in Mexico

He walked in and turned on the light.

She was startled, seeing three burly men sitting inside, staring at her without restraint.

"Mr., uh, there's a surcharge!" Sofina had just turned her head to speak when Hannibal pressed her against the wall, squinting his eyes, "Where is Teng Ha Ge?!"

Sofina glared fiercely.

This name was too familiar, her own lover.

A minor leader in the "Red Command" established by Denier, mainly responsible for supplying drugs to prostitutes and clients in the Red Light District.

Oh, the guy was just 18 years old…

The reasons young people entered this line of work were generally similar—they had a group of reckless guides: unemployment, hormones, possessiveness, and a sense of loss—their lives lacked elders, schools, government, and even a future. With globalization, they were tightly surrounded by shiny billboards and products. In the slums, there was only one way to get these things: make money from drug trafficking.

Teng Ha Ge had told her two days ago...

He had pulled a job, robbed an armored car, he was going to be rich!

Were these people government police?

It didn't seem like it!

Police even had cripples.

Sofina shook her head, beginning to cry—the ultimate technique of a woman!

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm just a woman, I don't know him." That tearful look would get many with "professional ethics" to spare her.

After all, a pitiful woman.

But Hannibal remained expressionless, glanced at the others, two men came over and covered her mouth, pushed her fingers to the ground, while another handed an ax to the boss.

Sofina widened her eyes, wailing.

Hannibal tapped her fingers with the ax, then raised it and chopped down hard!

Splat!!

Three fingers flew off, blood splattering on the wall.

"Wuu!!"

Sofina nearly passed out, her body trembling.

"Do you know where he is now?" Hannibal squatted down and asked gently.

The pain clearly caused the woman to lose control of her brain, she began rolling her eyes and convulsing.

This made the man somewhat impatient, placing the ax on her neck, his expression sinister, "If you don't speak now, I'll chop you up and flush you down the toilet."

Hearing this, Sofina was finally scared, her desire to survive made her cry out.

"Barbecue, Big Beard's Barbecue!"

Hannibal's expression relaxed upon hearing this, then he smiled.

"You… can you not smile?" Sofina endured the pain and managed to say this, rendering Hannibal silent.

"Take care of her."

Hannibal spoke in Spanish, the woman didn't understand, but then she saw a man pull out a knife and stab her multiple times!

No mercy, each stab was lethal.

Sofina lay bloodied on the bed, eyes wide open, as if about to turn into a vengeful ghost…

Hannibal lit up a cigarette for himself.

"Just find Teng Ha Ge, contact person, we've found the target, make it clean, our first deal in South America for Ares PMC Defense Company."

"Boss, don't worry, with the firepower of those drug traffickers, we have the upper hand!"

"Don't underestimate others."

"The M72 LAW anti-tank rocket launchers arrived at the airport today, Harry, go pick them up, the General said, we can disdain our enemies, but we must maintain a dominant posture on the battlefield!"

"Anti-tank... Boss, isn't this too much?"

"What's there to fear, just fight confidently, we've got backup, if things go south, we can just blame other criminal organizations, today we could be Government Forces, tomorrow we might be rebel army, out here, identity is what we make it."

What a reasonable feeling!

As expected from Hannibal, dubbed "Little Victor."

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