Smugglers 2 The Sheriff: Sex, Meth & Murder; The Cartel from Tucson to the Florida Keys Read Online Free PDF Page B

wool, take an ice pick and make several holes in the bottle for air and attach it to your gun with an airplane clamp so it will not blow off. The MI Grand range to kill is over a mile, and it is very accurate.
    I set up a table facing the main gate, and within an hour, the gate opened and the brother’s car exited. I shot the driver two times and the radiator three times and both front tires. After changing the stripper clip, I starting shooting the bodyguards as they came running and screaming helter-skelter. Before two minutes passed, I had killed several men. His machine gun toting bodyguards gathered around the back door of his car, and “The Brother” got out and crouched down out of view.
    As they started to walk to the gate I shot at them, hoping to get a clearer shot at The Brother. I wasn’t able to get a clear shot, so I did the next best thing.  I shot him in the bottom of his spine which I was hoping would put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life if he survived the hit.
    I packed up my shit and went home to listen to the accounts of the shootings on TV. They were many accounts reported over the next few weeks of the bodies found. “The Brother” did survive, but I was happy to hear that he would be in a wheelchair the rest of his days shitting on himself.
    Over the next two months, I continued my part as the “retired gringo” and hung out at all the local bars. After things settled down, I started to look into the other “Brother”. He never left the compound, which had forty guards there day and night. I did figure out a way to pass the gate and knew that from there I would have to play it by ear.
    I noticed that they thoroughly searched every truck or car that entered the compound, and that two armed guards went with the driver at all times. The only one that got a cursory search was the old yard man who came in a really old truck.
    I took pictures of him and purchased what I needed to make myself up to look like him. I also obtained a silenced, fully automatic 9mm Calico with four 50 round magazines, 10 grenades and a RPG with six warheads.  I knew that if I got past one magazine, I would be lucky.
    The day I planned for it all to go down came.  I went out and kidnapped the old man and tied him up at my place, giving him an injection that would keep him asleep for six to eight hours. I put the rest of the drug away for later.
    After putting on my disguise and tattered clothes, I stashed the guns, ammo and grenades in the back of the old pick up and drove off to the compound. At the first gate, I had no problem, but at the second gate by the main house, there were twice as many guards, all carrying machine guns. After some questions and a brief look in the cuttings in the back of the truck, they let me pass.
    As I drove to the main house, I went past guard after guard, and when I came to a stop, I unloaded the truck of trimmers, blowers and guns. There were always two men nearby with full automatic machine guns. There was no sign of the boss, but knew I had to make a move or go back and kill the old man and think of another way. I figured I was in and may never be this close again, so I took the silenced Calico and shot the two guards who were standing near me. They had been talking to each other and paying no attention to me. I was hoping that their guns would not fire when they hit the ground, and they didn’t.
    I ran to the house and entered some type of office, and to my surprise I saw the boss and two guards. I sprayed the guards before they could even get their machine guns off their shoulders.
    There was a moment of silence as the boss opened the middle drawer of his desk. We looked at each other, me with my Calico, and he with his gold plated 9mm. It was a Mexican standoff.
    I stepped closer to him and said, “Put the gun back in the drawer.”
    As we just stood looking at each other, I pulled out a grenade and pulled the pin, saying, “Even if you kill me, I’ll drop the