"You have no escape, butcher!"
Looking at the dozen rifles pointed at him, the killer, who was less than forty years old, with a bald head and tattoos all over his body, did not panic at all. He immediately pulled the woman who had followed him into the room in front of him. Turn it into your own human shield, then huddle in a blind corner of the room and confront the task force.
"Come on, let's see who of us dies first today!"
The butcher, who looked crazy, strangled the woman's neck with one hand, and held a silver-plated Smith & Wesson revolver against the woman's head with the other hand. He almost wanted to hide his body behind her.
"Butcher, let her go, you know you can't escape!"
The Drug Enforcement Administration agent leading the team tried to use gentle methods to make the other party give up resistance. After all, the Butcher is different from the Crocodile. The latter is an insignificant little killer with limited knowledge, but the Butcher is different. He has already served as a middle-level cadre in the group. There will be more secret information known, and there may be information about drug lords' hiding places. Therefore, the other party must not die, at least not before providing information.
"How about we have a good talk. You give me what I want, and I promise to find you a good lawyer. It only takes ten years for you to come out. How about that?"
The Drug Enforcement Administration agent raised his hands little by little and tried to get closer to the other party. However, before he could take a few steps, he was forced back by the butcher with a gun.
"Let's talk. Is this still called talking?"
"There is no way you can be pardoned for what you did. Ten years of imprisonment is already an act of extrajudicial mercy. You will be dead in Colombia. If you cooperate with us, in the United States, I guarantee that your life will not be in danger!"
"America, bah!"
The butcher's eyes were blood red, he spat out a mouthful of muddy saliva in a heated mood, then continued to strangle the woman's neck hard, and then said.
"You want me to surrender to you. Dream on. The poison will kill all your family members. Even if it is a dog, it will be skinned and cramped. If you get out now, you can leave a whole body for your family!"
"This bitch!"
Carrillo's breathing became rapid immediately outside the door. No one likes their family to be threatened, especially them. Carrillo even wanted to let his men shoot directly.
The agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration were still working hard, but no matter what he said, the butcher remained unmoved. The woman who was being strangled by the other party turned pale, and it was obvious that the situation was not good, and the butcher's emotions were getting closer and closer to the edge of losing control.
"Get ready to be hard!"
Carrillo sighed, and then asked his men to prepare for shooting. Although the distance between the two sides was very close, there was no guarantee that the military rifle would not cause any collateral damage in such a small space. This is why the soldiers did not dare to shoot. Although The woman was the butcher's lover, but the other party was unarmed and was forced to be a hostage. But a hostage is a hostage. If there is an accidental injury, the consequences will be very bad.
But now, there is no point in continuing the stalemate. Carrillo was already prepared to kill the hostage by mistake, but what he didn't expect was that the butcher also made a decision at this moment.
"This will not end well for you!"
The butcher, who had fully understood that he had no way out, took a deep breath, then said a harsh word, and then he immediately raised the pistol and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Damn it!"
"boom!"
Before Carrillo finished speaking, the butcher had already pulled the trigger. The .38-caliber revolver bullet directly shattered his brain stem. Blood and residue sprayed the hostage's face. However, the hostage was so frightened that he became incontinent. There is no time to care about this.
The first moment the butcher fell, Carrillo pounced on him. Then he grabbed the butcher's body and inspected it, then shook his head at the DEA detectives.
"Damn bastard!"
The agent angrily kicked the wall, and then with a click, he kicked a hole in the wooden wall.
"What the hell, Fake, Fake!"
The dea agent, who was originally in a bad mood because of the butcher's suicide, could only helplessly and furiously struggle his feet out of the hole while yelling to vent his anger.
Although he was very annoyed, the person was dead after all. Carrillo could only ask his men to carry the body away, and then began to search the villa. Maybe they could find something else.
Then, his top soldiers, who only had a measly salary of twenty-five dollars a week, saw what luxury was. Tens of thousands of dollars of audio-visual equipment, various famous paintings and watches were just left to eat ashes in the room, and the fireplace was made from Germany. It was imported in original packaging, and the shipping cost alone was thousands of dollars. The bathtub was rimmed with gold, and the other party even had a set of sterling silver tableware.
The soldiers also found hundreds of bottles of fine wine in the villa, each bottle costing hundreds or even thousands of dollars. In addition, they also found several stuffed duffel bags in the basement, which were all filled with U.S. dollars after they were opened. , a total of millions, and in another room, there were several packages of drugs that had not been split open.
"This damn bastard! He's so rich!"
Carrillo was furious when he saw the wealth counted by his men. He was a major, and his wife was also a local small manor owner. The wealth he had accumulated over several lifetimes could not even compare to one of his fingers.
"yes!"
The Drug Enforcement Administration agents on the side also looked envious. Their salary was slightly higher than that of Cary, but it was still not as good as that of the butcher. Especially the good wine in his warehouse was really greedy.
"If we clear these out, we can do our job!"
"Yes, but we want more than just being able to work together!"
"What can you do? You have seen how cold-blooded these guys are. They will never surrender!"
"There will be a solution, Major!"
The Drug Enforcement Administration agent was about to speak to comfort Carrillo, but his men's screams were heard outside the room, and then a Drug Enforcement Administration agent rushed in with a happy face.
"Boss, come and see, this guy has a lot of account books and correspondence!"
"What?"
The agent's eyes widened immediately, and then he saw his subordinate throw a book wrapped in cowhide to him. When he opened it, he found that there were accounts of the other party's dealings with some killers and other personnel. It recorded detailed information including smuggling. , money transactions for jobs like assassinating police officers.
In addition to the ledgers, they also found a lot of letters in the butcher's table that were sent to and from Panama, Venezuela, and Mexico. These were all evidence of his dealings with the Medellin Group.
And the most important thing is the account book, which contains several bank accounts. If you find out who these accounts belong to, you might find big fish!
