Working as a police officer in Mexico

If he hadn't been facing the camera, Victor would have had the female reporter beaten out.

There is no way, the camera determines the bottom line of Uncle Victor's patience.

He held the table with both hands and said with a smile, "I am happy to inform you that the Baja California security department destroyed a drug dealer's den and seized a total of 15 tons of drugs, more than 900 guns and ammunition of various types, and 13 homemade artillery. Injured more than 1,200 drug dealers..."

"Among them, the Mexican government has placed bounties on 17 people, and the amount of drugs seized is the largest in ten years."

Ten years ago, when the Guadalajara Cartel was at its peak, no one dared to crack down on drugs.

He paused deliberately when he said this, and the reporters below applauded very sensibly.

Victor smiled and nodded, and was about to speak when he saw the female reporter who had been pulled down by her companions suddenly stood up and asked loudly, "Chief Victor, where are the prisoners? Where are the prisoners of the drug dealers?"

Damn it!

Are you here to cause trouble?

Wicker's expression calmed down slightly, "There are no prisoners, and the drug dealers have never thought of surrendering. This is what I want to say. Today, when drugs are rampant, drug dealers not only possess large-caliber weapons, but are also more militarized. This shows that we The drug war will face more severe tests."

"Is there none, or have you killed them all?" the female reporter asked, taking out the CD from her bag, "Here is the evidence of your use of white phosphorus bombs and indiscriminate killing of innocent people!"

"You are lying. They actually wanted to surrender, but you and your people killed these people. Some of them were even civilians."

These words made the surrounding reporters and people a little uproar.

It is ridiculous to say that some reporters are so reckless that they will not question drug dealers about why they manufacture drugs. They will only question law enforcement agencies from the commanding heights.

Maybe they knew the drug dealers would really kill them.

The government departments will compromise!

This is also about creating gimmicks and buzz.

Even if a host in Sonora State died before, and someone secretly pointed the finger at Victor, you can't stop someone from really showing off their brains.

"My officers can do no wrong! If you think there is a problem with my enforcement, you can file a complaint against me with the police department."

Just don't call me on my phone.

"As for the killing of drug dealers you said? This is simply ridiculous! I feel that you are sympathizing with drug dealers. News media like yours simply insult the police officers' sacrifice for drug control. I even have reason to suspect that you have received money from drug dealers. They You are asked to stir up emotions here, slander or even insult our police officers!" Victor slapped the table, "I will never allow this kind of behavior!"

"I suspect you have a private deal with a drug dealer. Search her bag." Victor looked at Casare, who immediately understood. He ran over with two police officers and went straight to pull her bag.

"What are you doing! This is my personal belongings!" the female reporter shouted, and then looked at her companion, but his companion quickly got up and walked aside.

"Are you refusing to cooperate?" Casare asked.

"I am a reporter and I have the right to ask questions."

"We are the police, and I have the right to doubt you!"

Casare asked the police officer to open her hand, then pulled the bag over, rummaged through it, took it out of the lining and found a photo. When he took it out and looked at it, his eyes lit up, "This should be Kim. Troba, the second-in-command of the Guadalajara group.”

"I remember the Americans were placing a bounty on him. Why do you have a photo with him?"

The female reporter panicked and said, "I'm a reporter. I interview many different people."

Casare shrugged and stuffed the photo into his pocket, "I'm sorry ma'am, I'm afraid you have to go to the police station to make it clear."

The police handcuffed her and she struggled, "This is persecution! Persecution by a tyrant!"

Seeing that she was still so ignorant, the police officer went over to her with a big mouth, pulled her hair and pulled her away. This time, she was obviously stunned, and her face instantly swelled.

"Sorry everyone, this is just a small episode, but I would like to emphasize again that any behavior that sympathizes with drug dealers is disrespectful to the anti-drug police, and we will reserve the right to pursue him."

"Thank you everyone, please do your own thing."

Victor was so fucked by this female reporter that he lost his mood. He looked down with a sullen face. He really didn't mean nothing. The woman had an affair with Quintero, and she gave him a lot of money while she was still there.

Now I write some "soft promotion articles" specifically for drug dealers.

"Find some drug dealers to be locked up with her. I want to see how much she sympathizes with the drug dealers." Victor said in a harsh voice.

It’s good that I didn’t deal with people like you. But if you jump out at this moment, do you really think Victor is being big-hearted?

He has the smallest mind!

Since you sympathize with drug dealers, let you stay together.

Kasare nodded in response.

"Director, I have your phone number, Mr. Best." The secretary trotted over and handed the phone to him. Victor picked it up and greeted with a smile, "Hi, Best, good morning."

Standing nearby, Casare saw the boss's expression slowly stiffen, and then frowned, but soon relaxed.

"interesting!"

…

Mexico City.

Paseo de la Reforma, a 19th-century street that runs through the city.

It is filled with elegant fountains and historic bronze statues.

There are also birds and bees.

Without violence and drugs, this country would definitely be the most attractive place in Latin America.

In a cafe surrounded by green vegetation, the staff yawned happily and chatted and laughed with their colleagues.

And in the corner, two men were sitting.

One is Raul Salinas, and the other is apparently another horse boy under Victor, Best, who is in charge of the "Hope" group.

The latter was looking for business in Mexico City, but was invited to this cafe by Raul Salinas. Since his brother was the president, he thought he had some business, but he listened to him talk for nearly forty minutes. , but I didn’t get to the point.

Best stirred the coffee and glanced at his watch.

Raul Salinas on the opposite side understood immediately. He smiled, took out a check and pen from his pocket, put them on the table and pushed them over.

"What does this mean? Sir." Best was confused.

"Write whatever you want. I know you are working for Victor and help me get his criminal record."

"??"

Best was startled, then looked up at him, smiled and said, "Are you trying to bribe me?"

Raul Salinas shrugged, lay back, and said with a smile, "Victor is too high-profile. I asked him to do a favor but he refused. Who does he think he is?"

"This world cannot be solved by violence alone. Our Salinas family has been in Mexico for more than 150 years. Mexico is us, we are Mexico!"

This was said with great force.

The customers next to me heard it, but they looked up and quickly looked back. Remember one sentence, don't be too curious in Mexico.

Mexico specializes in "what are you looking at" and will shoot you three times when you come up.

Best is no longer the little brat he used to be. Relying on Victor's "power", he is not talking about financial freedom now, but he can still improve his life. The "Hope" group's portfolio is still increasing. You can let me know with just one sentence. Come to seek refuge with you?

Who do you think you are?

On the first day in Mexico City, I heard that the president’s younger brother is a bit stupid and likes to directly use his brother’s name to make money everywhere. Now I see that he is not only stupid, but also has no sense of proportion.

But Best is also a smart man. He knows that you can't refute this kind of person. If you make him lose face, he will really kill people on the street.

Instead, he nodded in agreement, occasionally adding a few words of dissatisfaction with Victor. Then he looked at the check, reached for a pen, filled in a figure of US$3 million on it, and then pushed it back to him.

Raul Salinas looked at it and his heart stopped.

NMD!

You really dare to bid.

Best has been observing the other person's expression. Seeing him like this, he laughed in his heart. You said you have no money, are you pretending to be NMB?

Raul Salinas swallowed and signed under the check, "You made a very right decision."

"Then can you give me the check?" Best said directly.

Raul Salinas opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he would wait until he got the "evidence of guilt" before giving it to you, but this was not in line with his personality, so he had to hand over the check with almost gritted teeth.

As long as Victor is killed, he will be able to get 30 million US dollars from Guzman for his 15 tons of goods.

This is a good deal.

"When can you give it to me?"

Best was silent for a moment and frowned, "Three days later? I need some time to contact my people."

"No problem, see you here in three days." Raul Salinas said happily, then picked up the bag he carried with him and stood up. Suddenly he said, "You won't take my money and run away, right?"

Best was startled, then smiled and said, "Of course not. If I lied to you, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive in Mexico."

Raul Salinas nodded when he heard this, his brother is the president!

Don't underestimate his idiocy!

This guy once stormed into parliament and kicked and punched his brother's opponents. He even chased people with a gun after his relationship with a drug dealer was exposed by reporters.

This incident caused quite a fuss at the time.

It was because his brother had enough reputation, otherwise he would just leave work early.

Of course, Raul Salinas was not a complete idiot. After he walked out of the cafe, he asked his bodyguard to follow him, "As soon as he leaves Mexico City, you will contact me."

Best finished the last coffee he ordered. He was poor before, but he couldn't afford such high-end drinks. A cup cost 7 US dollars!

He even licked the material under the cup clean.

Everyone else in the coffee shop was stunned when they saw this scene. Isn't this too low?

Best put the cup down, which was a virtue for him.

Boss Victor also often says: "Waste is shameful!"

He walked into the bathroom with his bag, found the innermost door, closed it from the inside, and then called Victor.

Tell everything as it is.

The boss opposite laughed.

"interesting!"