Whoosh~
Victor rubbed his hands under the tap, which was turned on full blast.
The water mixed with blood seeped into the drain.
Casare handed a napkin to Victor, who wiped his hands while speaking, "Let's send Mr. Vasili Pedro's son to him, we must understand the love of a father."
Harrison stood by, responding as he and two jail guards wrapped Fiedler Pedro's body in a white cloth.
You have to have standards in life!
"Boss Victor, killing Fiedler means we're essentially declaring war on the Pedro family."
Click.
The delightful sound of a metal lighter echoed.
Victor lit up his cigarette, tilting his head back, "Since when do criminals dare to declare war on the police? The only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."
He wouldn't dare say he was a good man.
In Mexico... there really are no good men.
Casare, looking at the determined Victor, hesitated in his tone, "What worries me isn't the danger from outside."
