Asesinan de tres disparos a alias » yaco» en la esquina de Jr. Atahualpa y Las Flores, Hualmay

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Esta madrugada, desconocidos asesinaron de tres disparos al sujeto identificado como Maycol Steven Ríos Romero (23) alias «Yaco», en la intersección de Atahualpa y las Flores, límite entre Huacho y Hualmay.

Según testigos, uno de los asesinos descendió de una mototaxi roja y a quema ropa disparó contra el joven que estaba parado en el frontis de una bodega. La policía llegó al lugar y trasladó a “yaco” al hospital regional de Huacho pero no pudo resistir los tres impactos de bala en el pecho, perdiendo la vida.

La PNP ha iniciado las investigaciones y por la modalidad del crimen, se trataría de un ajuste de cuentas.

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    His buckle caught the flash of lamplight seeping in from somewhere outside as she tugged at the leather strap of his belt. She ran her fingers up and back down the front of his chest, back down to his waist, and unclasped his belt, plucking it from the loops with a single sliding pull. Feverishly, she tore his pants open and moved them, along with his boxers, down just enough to reveal his smug erection. With both palms on his board-firm chest, she smirked at him, kissed him once more, a little softer than before, and squatted down before him.