Robredo was very dissatisfied with Jose Hillen's order - of course, this may also be the excuse he was looking for for his betrayal.
Long-term experience in anti-black drug control shows that it is meaningless to arrest people like Li Zaian at this time. It is difficult for normal judicial procedures to pose any threat to this drug lord under corruption.
Brazil is a country ruled by law. If you want to send a person to prison, you need to go through a cumbersome judicial process. The police must first prove that the suspect arrested is guilty and have a complete chain of evidence.
In this chain of evidence, there must be evidence and physical evidence, and a big drug lord like Li Zaian can easily destroy the evidence possessed by the police.
Of course, the most serious point is that there is no death penalty in Brazil's legal punishment. Even if the police arrested Li Zai'an, the court found him guilty. The worst outcome he had to face was to stay in prison.
Robredo knew very well that during this period, Li Zai'an's tentacles had already reached most prisons in St. Paul. He could continue to manipulate Morio's operations in any prison. The prison wall was in vain for him.
At that time, who will be the one who is really unlucky?
There is no doubt that whoever participates in the arrest of Li Zai'an will face his bloody revenge. In the history of drug control in Brazil, countless police officers with a sense of justice died like this. Robredo did not want to follow their footsteps because it had no meaning.
It was with such a feeling of dissatisfaction that Robredo called Li Zaian'an's mobile phone number as soon as he left the police station after the deployment meeting of the special operations team...
At 3:30 in the morning, there is still some time before the first ray of dawn.
There was a deserted wilderness in all fields. Six or seven vans were on their headlights and parked quietly in the grass half a person tall. Apart from these car headlights, there were only a dozen flashlights used to illuminate them.
Li Zaian, with a blank expression on his face, was sitting in the car and answering the phone now
There was a shaking figure outside the half-open car window, the muffled sound of sticks hitting the body, and the moans made by people when they were dying...
LeClose Li Zaian's phone number was quickly closed, he turned his head and shouted out the window
Mr. Luclus, standing beside the car door, bent down
Check out someone and Li Zaian handed him the mobile phone and said, "It should be someone in our organization. He is about thirty years old and likes to use cologne, and the smell is very strong, so he didn't participate in the action tonight."
After he finished speaking, LeClose bent down and waited for a while. Seeing that he had no more information to add, he nodded and said: OK, sir, I'll check it right away
Li Zaian smiled with a pursed lips, his smile was very cold, and the ice slag was cold
The phone call was called by Robredo. Jose Hillen finally couldn't sit still and was ready to take action against him at this time. It would be fine if the police force intervened in the dispute. Sao Paulo will probably be more lively in the future.
Like all drug lords, Li Zaian is not afraid of the police. What he fears the most are his peers who are equally useless measures to do things.
A detailed look at the international anti-drug history. The drug lords who actually died at the hands of police or received legal punishment are far less than the number of drug lords who died at the hands of their peers. If calculated in proportion, they may not even be one-tenth.
More often, the police are just providing retired drug lords with security for the second half of their lives, which is not a joke.
Outside the car window, two big men threw a bloody body into a milky plastic bucket
The plastic bucket was filled with soda ash water and bleach. When the body covered in blood was thrown in, a large amount of white smoke suddenly emerged from the bucket, and it was mixed with a stinging sound.
As long as people who have been to junior high school and studied chemistry will know very well what will happen if the human body falls into such alkali. In less than 24 hours, people who are soaked in that alkali will turn into a bucket of sticky and nauseous blood, leaving only a pile of black bones.
Outside the off-road vehicle, more than a dozen men from Morio organized around a digging pit.
Under the illumination of the headlights, you can see that in addition to the three or four large plastic cylinders on the edge of the pit, there is also a man covered in blood lying on the ground.
Four or five young men holding sticks in their hands were surrounding the blood man and chatting and laughing, and from time to time they even stretched their feet to kick him.
Seeing Li Zaian get out of the car, several young men holding sticks consciously gave it aside.
Li Zaian walked over and stood beside the Blood Man. He lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and squatted down to look at the unlucky ghost lying among the grass.
If McLeos had foreseen the situation a few hours ago, I wonder if he would make such a decision. In short, he had become a bloody man lying on the ground at this moment.
People are torture and abuse of similar people, and there is no lack of creativity in this regard. Although McLeos is not dead yet, he is not far from death. His right hand was cut off by his wrist, and his eyes were swollen into buns, and he couldn't even see a gap.
The tip of the nose was cut off, and the purple lips were covered with wounds, looking bloody and bloody... In one sentence, this guy is no longer like this
Although he had been tortured and was gone, McLeus was still awake. Perhaps seeing Li Zaian squatting beside him, he roared hoarsely in his throat, raised his left hand with difficulty, broke his deformed fingers and tried to reach the edge of Li Zaian's legs, grabbed his trouser legs, and then suddenly stood up like a rebirth, spat blood at him.
Li Zaan'an didn't hide, and the spit happened to spit on his knees.
Looking down at the pool of bloody saliva on her pants, she smiled self-deprecatingly. Li Zaian stretched out his hand without raising his head and gestured.
LeClose took two steps from behind, pulled out a pistol and handed it to him
Li Zai'an took the pistol, aimed the muzzle at McLeos' forehead, and pulled the trigger
Bang! The gunshot was entrenched in the Jaddings area for ten years, making the drug lord Macros, the helpless drug lord of the entire St. Paul police, completely history - it turns out that the best drug lords are always drug lords
Li Zaian stood up, threw the gun to LeClose, turned around and returned to the car
LeClose, who took the gun, carefully wiped the gun with a handkerchief. After confirming that there were no fingerprints left, he threw it to a young man beside him.
As always, everything that happened today will not be related to Li Zaian. Someone will bear the crime. If necessary, hundreds of witnesses will provide evidence of Li Zaian's absence.
McLeos's body was quickly loaded into a plastic bucket filled with lye. More than a dozen strong young men pushed the pokes into the digging pit and filled them.
In the future, they may have to do such a job many times, or maybe they will be buried in a certain place by others in the same way.
Long-term experience in anti-black drug control shows that it is meaningless to arrest people like Li Zaian at this time. It is difficult for normal judicial procedures to pose any threat to this drug lord under corruption.
Brazil is a country ruled by law. If you want to send a person to prison, you need to go through a cumbersome judicial process. The police must first prove that the suspect arrested is guilty and have a complete chain of evidence.
In this chain of evidence, there must be evidence and physical evidence, and a big drug lord like Li Zaian can easily destroy the evidence possessed by the police.
Of course, the most serious point is that there is no death penalty in Brazil's legal punishment. Even if the police arrested Li Zai'an, the court found him guilty. The worst outcome he had to face was to stay in prison.
Robredo knew very well that during this period, Li Zai'an's tentacles had already reached most prisons in St. Paul. He could continue to manipulate Morio's operations in any prison. The prison wall was in vain for him.
At that time, who will be the one who is really unlucky?
There is no doubt that whoever participates in the arrest of Li Zai'an will face his bloody revenge. In the history of drug control in Brazil, countless police officers with a sense of justice died like this. Robredo did not want to follow their footsteps because it had no meaning.
It was with such a feeling of dissatisfaction that Robredo called Li Zaian'an's mobile phone number as soon as he left the police station after the deployment meeting of the special operations team...
At 3:30 in the morning, there is still some time before the first ray of dawn.
There was a deserted wilderness in all fields. Six or seven vans were on their headlights and parked quietly in the grass half a person tall. Apart from these car headlights, there were only a dozen flashlights used to illuminate them.
Li Zaian, with a blank expression on his face, was sitting in the car and answering the phone now
There was a shaking figure outside the half-open car window, the muffled sound of sticks hitting the body, and the moans made by people when they were dying...
LeClose Li Zaian's phone number was quickly closed, he turned his head and shouted out the window
Mr. Luclus, standing beside the car door, bent down
Check out someone and Li Zaian handed him the mobile phone and said, "It should be someone in our organization. He is about thirty years old and likes to use cologne, and the smell is very strong, so he didn't participate in the action tonight."
After he finished speaking, LeClose bent down and waited for a while. Seeing that he had no more information to add, he nodded and said: OK, sir, I'll check it right away
Li Zaian smiled with a pursed lips, his smile was very cold, and the ice slag was cold
The phone call was called by Robredo. Jose Hillen finally couldn't sit still and was ready to take action against him at this time. It would be fine if the police force intervened in the dispute. Sao Paulo will probably be more lively in the future.
Like all drug lords, Li Zaian is not afraid of the police. What he fears the most are his peers who are equally useless measures to do things.
A detailed look at the international anti-drug history. The drug lords who actually died at the hands of police or received legal punishment are far less than the number of drug lords who died at the hands of their peers. If calculated in proportion, they may not even be one-tenth.
More often, the police are just providing retired drug lords with security for the second half of their lives, which is not a joke.
Outside the car window, two big men threw a bloody body into a milky plastic bucket
The plastic bucket was filled with soda ash water and bleach. When the body covered in blood was thrown in, a large amount of white smoke suddenly emerged from the bucket, and it was mixed with a stinging sound.
As long as people who have been to junior high school and studied chemistry will know very well what will happen if the human body falls into such alkali. In less than 24 hours, people who are soaked in that alkali will turn into a bucket of sticky and nauseous blood, leaving only a pile of black bones.
Outside the off-road vehicle, more than a dozen men from Morio organized around a digging pit.
Under the illumination of the headlights, you can see that in addition to the three or four large plastic cylinders on the edge of the pit, there is also a man covered in blood lying on the ground.
Four or five young men holding sticks in their hands were surrounding the blood man and chatting and laughing, and from time to time they even stretched their feet to kick him.
Seeing Li Zaian get out of the car, several young men holding sticks consciously gave it aside.
Li Zaian walked over and stood beside the Blood Man. He lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and squatted down to look at the unlucky ghost lying among the grass.
If McLeos had foreseen the situation a few hours ago, I wonder if he would make such a decision. In short, he had become a bloody man lying on the ground at this moment.
People are torture and abuse of similar people, and there is no lack of creativity in this regard. Although McLeos is not dead yet, he is not far from death. His right hand was cut off by his wrist, and his eyes were swollen into buns, and he couldn't even see a gap.
The tip of the nose was cut off, and the purple lips were covered with wounds, looking bloody and bloody... In one sentence, this guy is no longer like this
Although he had been tortured and was gone, McLeus was still awake. Perhaps seeing Li Zaian squatting beside him, he roared hoarsely in his throat, raised his left hand with difficulty, broke his deformed fingers and tried to reach the edge of Li Zaian's legs, grabbed his trouser legs, and then suddenly stood up like a rebirth, spat blood at him.
Li Zaan'an didn't hide, and the spit happened to spit on his knees.
Looking down at the pool of bloody saliva on her pants, she smiled self-deprecatingly. Li Zaian stretched out his hand without raising his head and gestured.
LeClose took two steps from behind, pulled out a pistol and handed it to him
Li Zai'an took the pistol, aimed the muzzle at McLeos' forehead, and pulled the trigger
Bang! The gunshot was entrenched in the Jaddings area for ten years, making the drug lord Macros, the helpless drug lord of the entire St. Paul police, completely history - it turns out that the best drug lords are always drug lords
Li Zaian stood up, threw the gun to LeClose, turned around and returned to the car
LeClose, who took the gun, carefully wiped the gun with a handkerchief. After confirming that there were no fingerprints left, he threw it to a young man beside him.
As always, everything that happened today will not be related to Li Zaian. Someone will bear the crime. If necessary, hundreds of witnesses will provide evidence of Li Zaian's absence.
McLeos's body was quickly loaded into a plastic bucket filled with lye. More than a dozen strong young men pushed the pokes into the digging pit and filled them.
In the future, they may have to do such a job many times, or maybe they will be buried in a certain place by others in the same way.
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