Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 446: Alpha is also a law! Physics is also a principle!
Venice, a beautiful city.

With 118 small islands scattered across the lagoon, waterways are the most common means of transportation here.

In front of a 39-year-old coffee shop, several leisurely young people are sitting on rattan chairs, enjoying the rare sunshine.

Next to them were large snakeskin bags, bulging with something unknown.

Today is a special day, as it is the open day of an art exhibition in Venice. Many artists will come to display or appreciate the artistic creations of other colleagues.

François Pinault is the initiator of this art exhibition.

In the eyes of the outside world, he is a successful businessman and also a very artistic businessman.

Runs Kering Group.

Many people may not be familiar with the name of this group, but they should have heard of the other names.

Balenciaga.

Christie's auction house.

He bought them all.

In 1990, that is, last year, François successfully acquired Balenciaga and prepared to build it into a top luxury brand.

Holding this art exhibition is also to pave the way for Balenciaga.

However, beneath this bright and beautiful appearance, there are also dirty things about children.

He and his son both particularly like to sponsor artists with special hobbies, and even promote them with great fanfare and use them as selling points on Balenciaga's promotional posters.

One word.

nausea!

A few minutes later, a line of grand cruise ships appeared on the river, carrying the people who were attending the art exhibition, including François Pinault and his son Henri.

The sound came from far away and soon made the whole area lively. Curious people gathered by the river to watch the excitement.

Although sensational events are taking place in other areas, they do not seem to have affected here.

It shouldn't affect it either.

Right?

Right…right?

When the crowd gradually gathered, those leisurely young men did not go over to join in the fun. Instead, they took advantage of the crowd to open the snakeskin bags beside them and put on their armor.

"Alpha 17 confirms target presence."

"Gamma 3 received, sniper team is ready, ready to fire at any time."

"No Gamma 3, you guys are just responsible for finishing off the enemy this time. It's our turn as Alpha 17 to show off our skills!!"

They are the new members of the Mexican Secret Service. They are the best in all aspects in the training center, otherwise they would not be qualified to join the Secret Service.

But since they joined the Secret Service, they haven't had any chance to show off.

Too much!
Too many people want to improve!
The Secret Service team almost fought to the death to grab a mission.

But this time is different.

There were so many tasks this time that they could laugh out loud.

There are targets all over the world.

It would be strange if they were not happy when such great achievements were delivered to them.

Seeing a target now is like seeing a gorilla with red eyes.

Today they came here to do only one thing.

kill!

Kill him so hard that he will be thrown to pieces!

François Pinault was their priority.

His son couldn't be spared either.

Because both father and son are not good people.

When his son François-Henri came to power, he openly supported distorted artists.

Among them are statues with organs replacing noses and mouths.

There are also various forms of conjoined bodies, extreme torture, and twisted abuses!

and dismembered human bodies.

It's simply a cult classic!
This kind of person deserves death penalty only!

The crowds have reached their peak and the art exhibition has officially opened.

Everyone gathered around Francois and his son, showing off their own works of art.

One of them had a small mustache and his eyes were curved into hooks.

His artwork is a painting of an image of a child holding a dismembered human body.

After seeing this, François and his son looked very enjoyable and immersed, as if they had entered some kind of ultimate realm.

Beng!

Suddenly a loud gunshot broke the lively atmosphere.

The painting and its artist were torn into pieces.

Barrett M82.

The caliber is 12.7 mm and it is equipped with a high-explosive warhead with a critical effect.

That artist is an example.

Blood mixed with bone fragments, internal organs and other things exploded all over the ground.

Francois and his son, who were closest to them, were sprayed in the face.

"Look, this is fucking art!"

The sniper from Gamma 3 team was in a house three hundred meters away, proudly showing off his shooting skills.

The observer slapped his head and yelled, "Stop showing off! Keep shooting! Alpha 17 said that we can get a share of everyone except Francois!"

"understand!"

The sniper immediately focused and aimed at the target at the art exhibition again.

Like the perverted artist just now, there were at least 20 or 30 of them in the entire venue, if not 50.

Killing one is an achievement!
“Someone’s dead!”

Inside the art gallery, after a brief silence, people's screams of fear were heard.

Suddenly the whole scene was in chaos!
People were running away everywhere, and some timid artists were hiding behind their art cabinets with wet crotches.

But that kind of wooden cabinet was like paper in front of Barrett. He shot it one by one and every shot made it explode!

"There's a gunshot! Call the police!"

"Call the police in NM! If you want to report it, go ahead and do it!"

Some people were confused and terrified and thought about calling the police.

Is this something that calling the police can do?
How did the gang come? By boat?

By then, I'm afraid everyone in the audience will be left in despair!

François and his son are indeed people who move around in the upper class. Their reactions are much faster than those stupid artists. They find possible blind spots at the first opportunity and avoid being sniped.

"Dad, Dad! Don't abandon me!"

François Henri was hiding behind a stone wall pillar, trying to get to a safer location.

But seeing that anyone who showed their head was torn into pieces, he didn't dare to move and could only look to his father for help.

The place where his father François Pinault was hiding was obviously safer. As long as he ran towards the nearby gate, he would definitely be able to escape from this hell.

He felt very reluctant to let go of his son.

After all, this is his own flesh and blood, and it does have some abilities.

but……

At this point, your own life is the most important!
This number is scrapped.

Just practice one more!

So he ran towards the gate without looking back.

This old man's legs are quite agile, and he doesn't look at all like other elderly people who are frail and frail.

"Pino! Fuck you!"

Henry stared, he didn't expect his father to run away like this.

The entire eye socket turned blood red.

This is obviously because he was angry!
François Pinault obviously doesn't care what his son says. Being alive is better than anything else. Almost there! The gate is right in front of us!
François Pinault's eyes were also red, which showed his desire for life.

However, just as his old hands touched the door handle, the door opened from the outside.

The reverse thrust acted directly on François Pinault's face. His old body could not withstand the blow at all. There was a sound of bone cracking, and François Pinault flew back.

Then, several men in combat uniforms, whose ages and features could not be determined but who were known to be very strong, rushed in, holding various guns in their hands.

From shotguns to light machine guns, it covers everything.

It can charge and defend, and when necessary, it can also cover the retreat of friendly forces.

This is a complete commando team!
Da da da!
"Everyone get down! I'll shoot anyone who dares to stand up!"

The awkward Italian that came out of his mouth shocked everyone present.

Who among those who can join the Secret Service, especially the front-line team, doesn't have their own special abilities? Speaking a little foreign language is just a small matter.

However, there were also some people who were not smart enough and tried to escape from the side by raising their legs, but this team didn't even need to take action, because as soon as the person raised his leg, his body would be torn into pieces.

Barrett in the distance is still watching!
Every single one of you present is unclean, so there is no need to worry about anything.

François Pinault was still a little dizzy, but his instinct for survival made him crawl on the ground like a caterpillar, trying his best to stay away from these people.

But it was pointless, as a team member had already walked up behind François Pinault, grabbed his remaining white hair, and dragged him to the center of the art gallery.

François Pinault had a painful expression on his face, but he was still quite stubborn, cursing fiercely: "Bah... bastard, let... let me go!"

Naturally, the team member didn't care about that. He dragged him to the center of the field, then took out a DV and started filming him.

"François Pinault, you are promoting all kinds of perverted hobbies and showing your love for them without disguising it. We condemn and express our indignation for such behavior!"

"condemn!"

The players behind him shouted loudly.

"That...that's just a personal hobby! You have no right to manage it!"

"No power? What is that thing in my hand?"

The trooper grabbed the body of the pistol, held the handle like a hammer, and smashed it at François's little toe.

Blood splattered everywhere.

“This is my right!!”

Although he is old, his blood is still quite red.

It seems to be well maintained.

François Pinault immediately screamed in pain.

This made him think of the unpleasant years before 1970.

He tried his best to do all kinds of business, whether it was gray or white, as long as it could make money, he would not hesitate.

Then he discovered that children's business was the most profitable.

In a sense, he was a middleman who specialized in doing secret deals with the so-called nobles.

He is of almost the same nature as the future Einstein. The fact that such a person can survive is the greatest insult to human nature.

At that time, he had experienced a lot of pain.

And as he gradually developed through this and some other business operations, he thought he would never have this feeling again for the rest of his life.

But I didn't expect it to come back now...

And more intense.

"You still dare to quibble? Not only are you interested in this, you also act as a broker for those upper-class people, specializing in human trafficking. Do you admit it?!"

“I…I don’t…Ah!!”

François Pinault didn't dare to admit it at all.

He saw the other party filming himself with a DV. If the video were to be made public, he and his family would be finished!

Even if these people would let him go, those upper class people would not let him go.

But this team member won't be polite.

Two more toes were broken.

And he seemed to feel unsatisfied and continued to hit until François Pinault's toes were crushed into pieces in his leather shoes.

But I have to say that this pair of leather shoes is really sturdy. Even after being hit like this, the leather is not broken.

The blood and debris can be kept intact inside.

"Do you admit it?!"

"You are forcing me to confess using violence! Even if I admit it, I am lying because you forced me to do so!"

The team member smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you admit it, you can still live if you admit it!"

François Pinault's eyes flickered, painful and conflicted.

Then, the team member stepped on his calf and broke it without hesitation.

His shoes are specially made training shoes, which are even bulletproof to a certain extent, and even if bones are broken by stepping on them, they will crackle!

"I haven't said it yet! I haven't said it yet!"

François Pinault was clearly a bit devastated.

"Crying? Crying also counts as time! I don't have the time to wait for your dilatory answer!"

"I admit it! I admit it!"

"Admit what?!"

"I admit that I am trading in human beings! But they are all adults... Ugh!"

The player stepped on another man's calf and crushed it, and then reached out to cover François Pinault's mouth.

Because the old man was too noisy and made him very annoyed.

Can't you speak a little more quietly?

We are not deaf!
It's so loud, and you can tell he's very energetic, but it seems the pain is still not enough!
François Pinault had collapsed, and when his hand was removed from his mouth, he began to confess everything at the top of his lungs.

Including but not limited to communicating with the upper class about sales channels, occasionally engaging in drug trafficking, and also dabbling in organ trading...

He will do anything to make money.

Otherwise, how could he make his fortune?

Is money so easy to make?
"Look, if you admit it early, wouldn't you have to suffer so much?"

The team members were very satisfied, and the entire process was recorded on DV video.

"By the way, remember to edit it later and cut out the part where I tapped my toes just now."

Until now, François Pinault's leather shoes are still in good condition and look like nothing has happened to them.

And the angle is also very tricky. If the part stepping on the calf is cut off, it will not be obvious that François Pinault has both legs broken.

"Can I...can I survive?"

"You can die alive."

"You have no credibility! Just now you said I could survive!"

"I'm sorry, but because you are so evil, we can't help but want to execute you."

This player smiled for the first time.

But François Pinault couldn't see it because of the mask.

"Alright brothers, take turns, one kick each, share the credit equally, and get promoted together!"

The other team members rushed up and stomped on François Pinault continuously.

Some are just excited.

François Henri, who was standing by, was already frightened silly.

He thought about running away, but at this time he was completely unable to walk, so he could only sit on the ground, releasing a foul smell.

When François was no longer breathing, the team members looked at François Henry at the same time.

"I...I didn't do anything my father did! I'm innocent! And I know a lot of lewd things. I can tell you everything!"

François Henry had completely collapsed, his body limp on the ground, and all that was left was wailing and begging for mercy.

"Sorry, we don't need these things, and we never negotiate with you guys."

"You are just like drug dealers, you deserve to die!"

It is God's business to forgive them!

Victor is responsible for sending them to see God!!

(End of this chapter)