Working as a police officer in Mexico

The police officer held a high-pressure water gun and rushed at Leanna LS Luo Carters.

The huge impact force directly rushed the other party's thin body to the corner of the wall.

She closed her eyes and made a painful sound.

After about four or five minutes, the water gun was turned off, and two female prison guards came in, rudely dried her hair and changed her into a decent dress.

"TMD, do it yourself, how can you go to see Director Victor when you are so smelly." The female prison guard saw that the other party looked like a dead person, and couldn't help but slap her.

When she grew up in a wealthy family, she had never suffered such hardship. When she thought that she suffered such abuse because of a few more words, she couldn't help but feel sad and couldn't help crying.

The female prison guard stared and raised her hands, "Hold back your tears, if you cry again, I'll beat your ass!"

Leanna LS Luo Carters gritted her teeth and could only let the prison guards manipulate her like a kite.

"Are you done?" An impatient inquiry came from outside the door.

"Okay, okay."

The female police carried her out of the door.

The EDM officer at the door glanced at her and led the way to the prison office building, where many police officers were stationed outside.

The Neapolitan Mastiff lying on the ground seemed to have smelled the residual feces and urine in the air, and its eyes lit up immediately. It stood up and growled softly. The police officer next to it quickly pulled it and touched its head to comfort it.

Leanna LS Luo Carter was trembling with fear.

The main reason was that the dog's eyes were too scary.

Going to the second floor, there was an office of the warden, and the police knocked on the door. After hearing a sound from inside, they pushed the door open.

Then they heard the voice broadcast on TV.

"Sonora strongly protests the illegal crossing of borders by the security department of Lower California, and will take all means to safeguard its own interests, and claims that there are no drug dealers in the Cambra Valley, but a group of peace-loving farmers, and those drugs were transported by Victor from other places."

Victor couldn't help laughing when he heard this absurd remark, and turned his head to look at Leanna LS Ro Cartes, who was shivering with cold.

"Miss Leanna, I heard that the drug dealers don't like the gospel you preached in prison?"

The other party learned his lesson and lowered his head without saying a word.

Victor smiled: "Where is Quintero?"

"If I tell you, can you protect me and my family?" Leanna raised her head and asked with great effort.

"Of course, my police officers and I will absolutely guarantee the safety of any citizen. This is our responsibility and obligation."

Leanna nodded, as if she had accepted her fate: "He is hiding in the presidential palace."

"? ? !!!"

The office instantly became quiet.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Casare cursed.

Leanna raised her head instead, "I'm not talking nonsense, why is it impossible?"

"His escape was pushed by Raul Salinas, and Gentro gave him 27 million US dollars every year!"

This news is really shocking, but on second thought, it doesn't seem absurd at all, this is Mexico.

The main theme is a magical realism.

It's just that the drug dealer moved into the presidential palace, had breakfast with the country's top talker, and watched the wanted notice on TV.

Fuck!

It's really fucked up.

No wonder even the FBI wrote about the corruption in Mexico like this: "Every day they think about how to spend yesterday's money, because...it's about to expire."

Casara looked at the boss.

"You can contact him, right?"

Victor can "see" Leanna's resume and her relationship with Gentro, but there is no way to get to know many more detailed things in depth.

It's impossible to see from him what time Gentro gets up, what time he goes to bed, how many lovers he has, or even how many illegitimate children he has.

What is clear is that Leanna had called Quintero the night before.

"Catch him, I don't want the 20 million US dollars reward offered by the United States, all of it belongs to you, then you can take your family to a safe country with this money, enough for you to live out your life."

Leanna's eyes lit up, but she was still struggling.

"You don't have the chance to refuse. If you walk out of here, all of Mexico will know that you betrayed Quintero. By then, your body will appear in the refrigerator, in the sewer, in the wilderness..." Victor reached out and touched her hair, and whispered, "That's a pity."

You can say that drug dealers are rubbish, but you can't say that their aesthetics are rubbish.

As a reporter, Leanna LS Luo Cartes is still very good at fighting.

It takes two slaps to clap!

"I will cooperate with you." Leanna also knew that she had no way to retreat, and could only hope that Victor and others would protect her.

"Very good, but don't worry, take Miss Leanna downstairs to rest first."

The police officer took the other party's arm and left.

"Boss, do you really believe what this woman said?"

"Just catch Raul Salinas and ask him, and you'll know." Victor threw his cigarette butt on the ground, "His brother is hard to deal with, isn't he hard to deal with?"

He wanted to kill Raul Salinas, and this guy dared to bribe Best to deal with him, and now he has a relationship with Quintero, okay, okay, Victor was too lazy to record it in his little notebook.

He prefers to ask the person directly.

"Then if Quintero is caught, will the 20 million reward offered by the American really be given to Lyanna?" Casare suddenly asked a question.

Victor smiled and said, "Being a person requires trust, but sometimes trust also depends on mood. If I'm not in a good mood, she won't even take away a piece of it."

really!

Boss, you still want to have sex for nothing.

That's 20 million US dollars. How could Lyanna take it away so easily? With the boss's "hatred of evil" character, he would definitely be able to find problems in Lyanna.

Is it okay for a woman to sleep in the same bed as a drug lord?

Victor looked down from upstairs, just in time to see Leanna being taken away by the police, and breathed, "Quintero, Raul Salinas!"

…

Three days later.

Still in the cafe on Paseo de la Reforma.

Best stirred the coffee.

The sound of birds chirping in my ears.

There was the sound of a car braking at the door. When I turned around, I saw two cars parked one behind the other at the door.

Raul Salinas got off a valuable Porsche, followed by a Toyota SUV and four bodyguards.

He appeared in style.

When Raul Salinas stood outside and saw Best sitting by the window, he stretched out his hand to say hello, then opened the door and came in.

"Hi! Best!" he shouted.

It's noisy in this quiet place.

Best frowned, but quickly stood up and smiled and waved.

"Did you get the stuff?" Raul Salinas was very excited. He seemed to see all the negative news about Victor on TV, so he asked his brother to push him down.

It is said that Guadalupe Island is well constructed!

When the time comes to arrange for someone to go up there, it will be the "private property of the Salinas family!"

Best took out a CD from his bag. When Raul Salinas was about to reach for it, he was suddenly held down by Best, who raised his head and looked at him.

"Mr. Raul, let's drink some coffee first. Don't worry. Can he still run away?"

Raul Salinas breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party was sitting on the floor to raise the price, so he smiled and nodded, "Waiter, let's have a cup of coffee."

Best looked at his watch. The clock had just ticked up to ten o'clock!

The wall clock on the wall also rang, and a wooden bird came out of the clock and screamed twice.

Suddenly gunfire rang out at the door, and five men wearing masks got out of a van opposite, holding submachine guns and shooting at the bodyguards at the door.

They didn't even react before they were knocked to the ground.

There were screams in the cafe.

This group of gangsters even shot the bodyguard who fell to the ground with a gun on his head. They were very vicious. They broke into the coffee shop and shot at the wall.

"Sorry for the robbery, everyone get down!"

Best's first thought was as he lay down holding his head.

"Hold!"

“DEM people are still so rude when doing dirty work!”