"There's no escape, butcher!"

Looking at the dozen or so rifles pointed at him, the killer, who was less than forty years old and had a bald head and tattoos all over his body, did not panic at all, he immediately pulled the woman who fled into the room with him in front of him, turned it into his own human shield, and then shrank in the corner of the room, confronting the task force.

"Come on, let's see which of us dies first today!"

The maniacal butcher strangled the woman's neck with one hand, and held a silver-plated Smith Wesson revolver against the woman's head with the other, and he almost hid his body behind the other.

"Butcher, let her go, you know, you can't escape!"

The detectives of the Drug Enforcement Administration who led the team tried to use Huairou to make the other party give up resistance, after all, the butcher is different from the crocodile, the latter is an insignificant little killer and knows limited things, but the butcher is different, he who has been a middle-level cadre in the group will know more secret information, maybe there will be information such as the hiding place of the drug lord, so the other party must not die, at least not before providing information.

"Let's have a good talk, you give me what I want, I promise to find you a good lawyer, it only takes ten years of hard work, you can come out, how about it?"

The DEA agent raised his hands little by little, trying to slowly get closer to the other party, but before he could take a few steps, he was forced back by the butcher at gunpoint.

"Let's talk, that's it?"

"There can be no pardon for what you do, squatting for ten years is already an extrajudicial favor, you are a dead end in Colombia, cooperate with us, in the United States, I guarantee that your life is not in danger!"

"America, phew!"

The butcher's eyes were blood-red, and he spat out a mouthful of cloudy saliva in a fierce manner, and then continued to strangle the woman's neck vigorously before speaking.

"If you want me to surrender to you, dream, the poison will kill all your family, even a dog, it will be skinned and cramped, you can get out of here now, but you can leave a whole corpse for your family!"

"This!"

Carrillo, who was outside the door, immediately became short of breath, no one likes their family to be threatened, especially them, Carrillo even wants to let his men shoot directly.

And the agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration are still trying, but no matter what he says, the butcher is still unmoved, the woman who was strangled by the other party's neck is pale, obviously the situation is not good, and the butcher's emotions are getting closer and closer to the edge of losing control.

"Prepare for the hard one!"

Carrillo sighed, and then asked his men to prepare to shoot, although the distance between the two sides is very close, but it is difficult to guarantee that the military rifle will not cause any collateral damage in this small space, which is why the soldier did not dare to shoot, although the woman is the butcher's lover, but the other party is unarmed, and is forced to be called a hostage, but a hostage is a hostage, once there is a mistake, the consequences will be very bad.

But now, there is no point in a stalemate, Carrillo is ready to kill the hostage by mistake, but what he didn't expect is that the butcher has also made a decision at this moment.

"You're not going to end well!"

The butcher, who had fully understood that there was no way back, took a deep breath, then put down a cruel word, and then immediately raised his pistol and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Damn!"

"Bang!"

Before Carrillo could finish speaking, the butcher had already pulled the trigger, and the revolver bullet of the caliber of 38 caliber directly shattered his brain stem, and the blood and debris sprayed the hostage's face, but the hostage who was so frightened that he was already incontinent didn't have time to care about this.

At the first moment the butcher fell, Carrillo pounced, and then he grabbed the butcher's body and examined it, shaking his head at the agents of DEA.

"Damn bastards!"

The agent kicked the wall in a huff, and with a click, he kicked the wooden wall out.

"Damn, Fack, Fack!"

Agent DEA, who was already very unhappy because of the butcher's suicide, could only scold and vent his anger while struggling out of the hole in a frenzy of impotence.

Annoyed, but after all, the man was dead, so Carrillo had to have his men carry the body away, and then start having people search the villa, maybe they would find something more.

Then, his subordinates, who only had a mere twenty-five dollars a week, saw what it called luxury, tens of thousands of dollars of audio-visual equipment, all kinds of famous paintings and watches were just in the room to eat ashes, the fireplace was imported from Germany, the shipping cost alone was several thousand dollars, the bathtub was inlaid with gold edges, and even the other party had a complete set of sterling silver tableware.

The soldiers also found hundreds of bottles of good liquor in the villa, each costing hundreds or even thousands of dollars, in addition to several bulging duffel bags in the basement, which were full of dollars when opened, and in another room, there were several packets of drugs that had not had time to be disassembled.

"You damn bastard! It's rich!"

Carrillo looked at the wealth counted by his subordinates, he was a major, and his wife's family was also the owner of a small local manor, and the wealth accumulated in several lifetimes could not even compare to a finger of the other party.

"yes!"

The Drug Enforcement Administration agents on the side are also envious, their salaries are slightly higher than Carry, but they are also not as good as butchers, especially the good wine in the other party's warehouse, which is really eye-catching.

"If you clear these, you can make a difference!"

"Yes, but we don't just want to be able to make a difference!"

"What's the solution, you can see how cold-blooded these guys are, they won't surrender at all!"

"There will be a way, Major!"

The DEA agent was about to speak to comfort Carrillo, but the screams of his men came from outside the room, and then an DEA agent rushed in with joy.

"Head, come and see, this guy has a lot of ledgers and correspondence!"

"What?"

The agent's eyes widened immediately, and then he saw that his subordinate had thrown him a book wrapped in cowhide, and when he opened it, it turned out to be the accounts of the other party and some killers and other personnel, which recorded in detail the money transactions including smuggling, assassination of policemen, and other work.

In addition to the ledgers, they found letters in the butcher's desk to and from Panama and Venezuela and Mexico, all of which were evidence of his dealings with the Medellín group.

And the most important thing is the ledger, there are several bank accounts in it, check the ownership of these accounts, maybe there will be big fish!