Morelia City.
"You were attacked?
Who is the other party?
Protect yourselves first … Hello, hello! "
Porfirio listened to his subordinate roaring into the phone, and his expression became serious.
"Madman?
What madman?
Speak clearly! "
"Hello?
Hello! "
"Are they all killed?"
"They should all be … killed."
The gunshots on the phone had stopped, and the deceased family and brothers did not leave any useful information.
The gangs in Michoacan had not started a war for a long time. In recent years, each gang's territory had been fixed, and no one could break the rules and make the first move without sufficient opportunity.
So which gang or family dared to take such a risk and break the rules?
Was it Nazario's Knights Templar?
Or the decaying Zetas?
The former was an old rival under the guise of evangelism, and the latter was too old and decaying.
Or was it a foreign gang?
Just as Porfirio was thinking about the person behind the scenes, a voice came from the phone that was placed on the speaker button.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
The subordinate's eyes widened, and he seemed to be able to frighten the other party with his beastly expression through the phone, "Who are you?!
How dare you attack the people of the Giantas Family! "
"The Giantas Family, it really is you." There was an old voice on the other end of the phone, gentle and powerful.
"You are about to be judged, and under the guidance of the Heavenly Father, your life will become death!"
After saying that, the communication was immediately hung up. The words that came out of nowhere made people confused.
Porfirio had a strange expression on his face. He felt that he could more or less be regarded as an evangelist, and he was the kind that built many churches and was very devout, but he would never suddenly bring up the Heavenly Father while talking to others.
Did he really think he was living on the stage?
However, this special way of speaking was very similar to the big drug lords entrenched in Michoacan and the surrounding states …
The Knights Templar!
Although the name was a bit chuunibyou, it was one of the largest forces in the west of Kalica.
They began to rise more than ten years ago, and quickly established their position with methods that could be called cruel among the drug dealers. They had killed many people.
What was even more strange about the Knights Templar was their internal management that was full of chuunibyou and religious atmosphere. They did not clearly define relationships with the patriarchal system, but managed like a parish. However, Porfirio believed that the Vatican would never confer the title of bishop to this organization.
"Get everyone ready. If he wants to fight, then let's fight."
Porfirio snorted coldly. "Contact the headquarters of the Knights Templar and ask them if they're the ones who started the war …"
Porfirio's mind was clear, and he did not lose his ability to judge because of the provocation of others. If he made a mistake, he would be taken advantage of by others.
With the order, Morelia immediately began to mobilize for war.
The shabby slums stretched as far as the eye could see. The women standing on the street were wearing relatively clean clothes, but from their complexions, it was obvious that many of them were contaminated with something that should not have been there. The young men did hard labor day after day, and the brave ones even called their friends to do a quick business on the street.
Children at this age who were supposed to be studying in school were also wandering around the slums with nothing to do.
"Quick, quick."
"Come to work, I'll give you two small bags when you're done."
"Lazy bastards, get up and go to the Giantans Family!"
"Where's my weapon?"
"Two bags?
I want to go too. You have to give me three bags, I'll be at the forefront. "
There were a large number of poor people living in the astonishing slums of Jolica. The idle young poor people became the "hostages" of the Mountain Silk Seedlings. In order to obtain pleasure, they had to listen to the orders of the gang leader. Therefore, even though there were only a few hundred people in the gang, they could instantly gather a large number of "soldiers" in the city.
Even if these recruits were weak, had not received any training, and were even holding small daggers in their hands, there were still a lot of them.
Moreover, if it was a drug war, the Jolica government would have a lot of scruples if they attacked the poor.
There might be amateur killers lurking in every slum building, or there might be big deals involving millions of dollars. The police had to think twice before entering the slums.
The slums were the breeding ground of sin in Latin America. As long as the slums were not eliminated, chaos would occur all the time.
Teenagers walked through the slums with weapons in hand, knocking on the walls as they walked, shouting for their companions to go to the "front line."
When their companions who were awakened heard that there was business to be done, they also raised their spirits and went to the front line with their weapons.
They knew about Porfirio.
He was one of the big drug lords in the city and the source of food and clothing for many people. When they grew up, they might also work for Porfirio.
Porfirio's residence in Morelia was not a secret. The drug lord was open and aboveboard in his dealings.
They would kill whoever they wanted to kill. Even if they killed the wrong person this time, they would definitely not kill the wrong person next time. There was no need to hide something as trivial as his residence.
"Boss, it's not the Knights Templar."
Porfirio stood on the highest floor of the villa and watched the young men who came for pleasure gather around the villa.
In a short time, the number of people reached thousands, densely packed together, surrounding Porfirio's villa like a Somali war zone.
With such a large number of people mobilized, even if the police of Morelia were just decorations, they realized that something was wrong. Phone calls flew between the police and the police, and between the police and the gangs. The police did not even need to ask their informants in the drug lords, they could directly ask the drug lords.
The Jolica police and the drug lords were two sides of the same coin, and they took care of each other.
But after the phone calls, even the police of Morelia City were confused. They had no idea who was fighting against whom. Who was attacking Porfirio?
Even Porfirio could not tell who they were defending against. It was a confusing all-out war.
"Let's wait and see."
The police of Morelia City were also very cunning. Since it was a war between two groups of bad guys, why should the police intervene?
They could not wait for the people's brains to explode, and then the police would collect the corpses. Of course, they had to be careful not to let the area of the war expand too much. It would not be good if too many ordinary people were involved.
A few agricultural vehicles drove through Morelia City, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll through the countryside. The police of Morelia reacted too slowly, and only after the vehicles passed by did they manage to put up a blockade.
"Is there something wrong with that vehicle?"
The police vehicle and the agricultural vehicle passed by each other, and the police officer sitting in the passenger seat watched the convoy leave through the rearview mirror.
"What's wrong?
Did you see a gun? "
"No … Forget it, maybe I saw wrong." He took off his police cap and scratched his head. He did not know how to explain what just happened.
The white-haired old man was cosplaying?