Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexicali Prison.

Leanna L.S. Rowe Carter was dragged in handcuffs and held up by two police officers.

"I'm a reporter, where are you taking me? You are avenging a private revenge!"

She began to panic. The previous script was not like this. No matter which mayor or governor advocated anti-drugs, as long as she stood from the perspective of "humanity" and "dignity", there would be no disadvantage.

Those people could only be left speechless by their own questions.

But why doesn't it work in Victor this time?

NMD!

let me out!

The police officer on the left looked at her and sneered, "Don't you sympathize with drug dealers? I will take you to see them and ask you to brainwash them."

You have offended Director Victor and still want to leave?

I’ll send you directly to the West!

Lyanna LS Luo Carters was stunned when she heard this. I just told you, are you serious?

"No! No!"

She struggled hard.

But adults have to pay the price for their actions.

The police officers dragged her to the innermost cell.

Drug dealers were imprisoned on both sides. They all stood up when they heard the noise, holding the cell door with both hands and shaking it vigorously. Especially when they saw women, they screamed.

"Quiet! CNMD! If you yell again, I'll beat your mouths to bits!" the police officer leading the team yelled.

The drug dealers were instantly quiet.

None of these people were arrested by Victor's people. They were all imprisoned before. Fortunately, they were lucky. If they were outside, they might have been used as fertilizer by now.

But in order to prevent them from making trouble, Victor immediately had 30 drug traffickers pulled out and executed in front of them as soon as he established a foothold in Mexicali!

"If you want to die, just make trouble!"

"Officer, what's going on with this woman?" the drug dealer boldly asked with a smile.

"They want to preach to you and make you believe in Jesus." The police officer said jokingly, "Which of you has an empty cell."

"Then come to my place. I like to listen to God the most. Come in!"

"Ganggun, my parents are both believers, and so am I. Sister, where are your stockings?"

"Come here, I have a tattoo of the Virgin Mary on my back. Come here, show me. My bed is also very spacious."

When the drug dealers heard this, they became excited and boldly stretched out their hands to pull her. This scared the female reporter to tears, her legs were shaking, and she knelt on the ground, so scared that she even peed.

A group of drug dealers with messy tattoos on their bodies, and then dragging you hard, would this be scary for anyone, right?

"No, don't leave me here."

She hugged the leg of the police officer next to her and burst into tears.

Such an ugly look...

You want drug dealers to have "dignity", but drug dealers want to kill you.

"I know where Quintero is, I know where he is hiding!" Leanna LS Rowe Carters shouted, "I can tell Victor, don't send me to jail."

There was a moment of silence in the prison, and the noisy drug dealers immediately shut up and looked at each other.

"Bitch! Shut your mouth, believe it or not, I will kill you!" Suddenly an angry voice came, and a drug dealer was seen. He was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall, staring at the other person, "Say something else. , kill your whole family!”

"Shut up!" the police officer stopped smiling and pointed at the drug dealer.

"I remember you, I remember you, bitch!" the other party was still shouting, staring at the female reporter.

The police officer was furious, let go of Leliana L. Carters' arm, pulled his submachine gun, and fired at the strong man's prison cell!

Chug tug tug…

Just kill all the dozen drug dealers inside.

"I told you to shut up. You fucking thought I was farting. Do you want to be shot?" The police officer glanced at the drug dealers in other prisons. They suddenly became as calm as puppies and retracted their hands.

Oh shit…

Victor's soldiers are violent.

This is an EDM person. The director has said that drug dealers will kill him regardless.

Letting them survive for one day is also Mr. Victor's greatest tolerance.

Who says you can't be killed in prison?

Lyanna LS Lo Carters' eyes were blank, and the blood oozing from the corpses in the prison was mixed with her urine.

The police officer frowned, then slapped the other person's chin twice, "Do you know where Quintero is?"

This is the most wanted criminal in the United States who currently has a bounty on his head.

On April 4, 1985, one month after Camarena was brutally murdered, Quintero was captured in Costa Rica, extradited back to Mexico, and imprisoned in Jalisco Prison.

But four years later, in 1988, he successfully escaped from prison!

It was discovered that prison guards, courts and even the Mexican government all played different roles in the escape.

This made the Americans very dissatisfied and issued a reward of 20 million US dollars.

The DEA hates it even more!

He almost got into trouble with the CIA because of him.

If he can be caught, the Guadalupe Island Police Department will definitely gain a reputation with the DEA, and it will even have a good influence within the DEA.

But this guy is so cunning that the Mexican government has no way of catching him.

I don't know where he is hiding.

Rumor has it that he is even dead.

"You'd better not lie to us!" the police officer pointed at him and said, "otherwise, we will make you understand the dangers of reporting a false police report!"

The two men dragged the female reporter out. Her legs were weak, and the unknown liquid mixed with urine and blood on the ground had a foul smell.

See, the best way to cure Madonna bitches is to have them preach in prisons.

In this place, if you want to make them believe in God and change their ways, the best way is to beat them to death and make them pay attention in the next life.

Cambra valley.

Vic hung up Best's phone, couldn't help but laugh, and said again, "It's really interesting."

Casare was curious and leaned his head over, "Boss, what's wrong?"

"Best said Raul Salinas wanted to bribe him to get my criminal record and gave him a check to fill out."

"This bastard came here blindly. Boss, what crime did you commit? This is an insult! Absolute slander." Casare showed an expression of indignation.

Victor narrowed his eyes, "Who does this kind of threat intimidate government officials? Capture him to Guadalupe Island, and I will try his crimes!"

Casare nodded, "Such scum should be eliminated, otherwise, Mexico's environment and reputation will be destroyed by such people."

"Make it clean."

"no problem."

"Mr. Director, could you please come over and take some photos?" A reporter came over and asked nervously.

Victor smiled kindly and said, "Of course, no problem."

He followed a group of reporters and stood in front of drugs and arms. As the shutter clicked, this photo was destined to be recorded in history.

When the reporters left, Casare personally gave each of them a red envelope, giving different prices depending on the company behind them.

The cheapest ones are $200.

It’s okay, I have money anyway!

The paid reporters are sensible and will write better for you when the time comes.

"Huh? Where is the Mexican Newspaper Group?" Casare was still holding the last big red envelope in his hand, but no one came to collect it. This made him startled, and he asked a reporter.

The other party looked at him strangely, and then said, "The female reporter just now is from the Mexican newspaper group."

Kasare raised his eyebrows and stuffed the red envelope back into his pocket.

Great, saved $3,000.

As for whether the Mexican newspaper group will retaliate?

Hehehe...

Be careful about the explosion of the trash can at your door!

It must have been thrown away by drug dealers at that time.

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PS: Ten thousand words a day, don’t be too short! Really, 10,000 words a day! ! ! ! !