Working as a police officer in Mexico

After EDM briefly got rid of the chasing team, they entered the Kimahuakan slum. The civilians who were sunbathing inside heard the movement and saw a van driving in.

Several men dressed as gangsters got out of the car, holding submachine guns.

But this group of civilians were so used to it that they didn't even move their bodies, but some children gnawed their fingers curiously and looked at it.

The Mexican people are just different.

When someone shoots him, he climbs the wall, when someone clears mines, he poops.

The sergeant leading the EDM team blew a whistle, then threw a car key to a man, and led the team members to carry the unconscious Raul Salinas and ran to the next location.

The man looked at the car keys in his hand, raised his head and looked at the van, and then he let out a strange scream!

Get rich!

What luck, someone gave me a car?

He had just sat in the driver's seat and fiddled with the steering wheel happily. This car could be sold for a lot of money, and then the family's expenses would be covered. However, within a few minutes of excitement, he saw a group of armed men rushing towards him. came in and pushed him to the ground.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" the man howled.

"Where's the driver?" A drug dealer slapped him on the face and pulled his hair.

"Running that way, I don't know them." The man pointed to the trail behind him and said, holding his head.

The drug dealer leader waved his hand and said, "Chase!"

Before leaving, he fired two shots at the man on the ground.

For them, it's easy.

The man's eyes were wide open, and he died with a look of silence. After the drug dealer caught up with him, his relatives rushed out and hugged the body, crying. His wife looked around helplessly, and the child looked around blankly.

In fact, no one would have thought...

Including the EDM sergeant who delivered the car, does he know that his actions indirectly killed the family's breadwinner?

Without a stable society, you don't know when you will be beaten to death by a passing drug dealer.

It's even worse in Brazil. The poor in the slums are returning home from get off work. If they encounter a fight between the police and drug dealers on the way, you have to actively join the drug dealers' camp, otherwise... the drug dealers will kill your whole family because you "stand by".

To blame, I can only blame this society for being so fucked up!

They do not live in a peaceful country!

The police sergeant led the team members into an inconspicuous house, lifted up a floor, and revealed a passage inside.

It can lead directly to the outside of the city.

To say that the best tunnel diggers in the world should be Mexicans. According to unspecified statistics, by 2020, there will be approximately 17,189 underground tunnels in Mexico City, not including other places.

Entire country…

It's like a hornet's nest down there.

No wonder everything collapsed during the big earthquake!

"Wait." The sergeant waited for everyone to go down, climbed back, and tied a booby trap at the door. Four grenades were tied to a rope. As long as someone from outside pushed in,... boom!

insidious!

I don’t know who I learned it from.

After being tied up, a group of people slipped into the passage, bent over and took turns dragging Raul Salinas forward. When they were about to walk out, there was an explosion behind them.

Apparently, the pursuers have arrived.

"Hurry, hurry up!" the police sergeant who was mopping up behind yelled from behind. After climbing for a few more minutes, he saw light outside. Someone was already responding, a dozen heavily armed EDMs and four Humvees.

After crawling out of the passage, they sat on the ground and gasped.

The air is too thin down there.

When Guzman escaped from prison, his son also brought an oxygen tank and a doctor...

I'm just afraid of dying inside.

The Sheriff was sweating and tried to get up, "Let's go! Don't stay here."

A group of people got into the car and left quickly.

A few minutes after leaving, I saw another OH-58 flying in mid-air, and I couldn't even find it.

collapse! collapse!

"Waste, what a waste!" When Carlos Salinas heard the news from the front, he smashed the table with his hand angrily and cursed.

Everyone in the command post could only look at each other and dare not say a word.

"Where was Raul kidnapped? Who was the last person he saw?" Carlos Salinas suddenly asked.

But everyone, you look at me and I look at you, none of them know.

"Go check! Are they all idiots?" Carlos cursed.

There was a lot of excitement in the command room. A group of people contacted drug dealers and I contacted witnesses. After waiting for about half an hour, the information was put together.

"Best?" Carlos had no image of this person in his mind.

"Sir, according to the summary of CISEN (Mexican intelligence agency), this person is the president of the "Hope Group", and he is also a member of Victor." The secretary took out a document next to him, and it was clearly Best's poster.

CISEN began to collect intelligence around Victor as early as when he was rising in Baja California. Best, the man who had been with Victor in the Plateau Prison, was naturally listed as the "No. 3 figure in the Victor Group!"

Nickname: jewry!

"After Mr. Raul was kidnapped, he was nowhere to be found."

Carlos Salinas took a deep breath and was 80% sure that this was what Victor did. Are there any more elite soldiers in Mexico than his men?

He frowned, glanced at everyone, turned away with a dark face, got in the car and said to his secretary, "Contact Victor."

The secretary nodded and quickly took out his cell phone to contact him. After calling several times, no one answered. He looked at Carlos awkwardly and said, "Sir..."

"Call Alejandro!"

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Raul. Salinas had a long dream.

He dreamed that he was beating a maid with a baseball bat. Seeing her scream on the ground made him very happy. He kept shouting "beat you to death". He was so excited that adrenaline surged when he saw the corpse. , his bestiality is unleashed!

Wow~

His "dream" is interrupted when a bucket of water is thrown in his face.

Raul. Salinas slowly opened his eyes and was about to observe his surroundings when a beam of light from the opposite side was directed at his face. His pupils shrank instantly and he couldn't help but turn his head, but he found that his head was fixed!

And... all his clothes were taken off.

There was a cold wind blowing on both sides, making the hairs on my hair stand up.

"Good evening, Mr. Raul." Victor walked out of the darkness, holding a tape recorder in his hand and placing it on the table next to him. "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"V...Victor?!" Raul didn't know whether he was scared or trembling, his voice was stammering.

"Does the Salinas family have any interest transactions with drug cartels? Or, are you providing them with protection?"

"Let me go! You are breaking the law! I am Carlos's brother!"

Victor frowned and then said, "It seems that our Mr. Raul is not very cooperative. I'm sorry, I have to use some means."

After he finished speaking, a police officer pulled two wires over and touched each other, emitting a flashing blue light.

"What are you going to do!"

The police officer put the wire directly on his chest. Suddenly, Raul. Salinas trembled all over, his eyes began to roll up and his tongue lolled out.

When the police officer let go, he collapsed.

"Don't you like electrocution the most? Two of the servants you killed were electrocuted. What? Now it's your turn and you can't bear it?" Victor smiled and walked up to him, "You Don’t worry, I will use all the methods you have used on you.”

"You'll know how happy you are by then."

Another police officer came out with a large pliers and pulled it with both hands, making a clicking sound. Raul stared in horror, watching the pliers holding his hand, and then...forcibly breaking it in the opposite direction!

"Ahhh!!!"

There were screams and a stench, and he pulled.

Victor calmly smoked a cigarette.

Perhaps after he tortured and killed servants since he was a child, this made Raul. Salinas developed very perverted impulses, and approximately 31 servants disappeared from his home.

I don’t know where exactly I’m going.

When the servant's family came to ask for an explanation, he would also say that their daughter had stolen his things and then disappeared.

And because of his identity, the local police department dared not take care of him.

He also worked as a broker for drug dealers, and for $5 million he could have dinner with his brother.

His crime value is as high as 3.1 million!

Maybe... Goldfinger thinks he's done far more damage than some drug dealer.

Victor is also a policeman. If the Mexico City Police Department dare not take care of it, he will take care of it. You are not a royal relative.

Murder to pay for life, debt to pay for money, everything is natural and right!

All ten fingers were broken in opposite directions...

Victor looked at his watch and walked over, "Excuse me, can you talk now?"

Raul howled in his mouth, how could the young master who was born with a golden key in his mouth have suffered this crime? He kept howling.

Victor repeated it, but the other person didn't pay attention to him. He smiled, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and stuffed it into the other person's mouth. "It won't hurt after you smoke it."

"Pfft..." Raul vomited directly, almost hitting Victor.

He immediately became furious.

Taking an iron rod from the police officer's hand, "CNM! Are you shameless?"

He raised the stick and beat Raul's arm at a 90-degree angle. Without repenting, he broke his legs, picked up the cigarettes on the ground, pinched his mouth, and stuffed the cigarette butts.

"Swallow it! NMD!"

Raul shook his head vigorously and struggled as the flames burned.

Casare swallowed his saliva from behind...

NMD is so cruel!

But who asked Raul to cooperate with drug dealers? And torture and kill others.

Some things are not unreported.

But Victor hasn’t arrived yet!

At this moment, the phone rang. Casare hurriedly picked it up and said a few words, then walked over and handed it to Victor, "Mr. Alejandro."

"Pooh."

Victor spat in Raul's face, handed the stick to Casare, and took the phone.

"Is Raul Salinas in your hands? Victor." Alejandro asked anxiously.

"No, why, is he lost?"

Alejandro even laughed at this shamelessness and felt bad. He quickly said, "The Salinas family said that as long as Raul is released, this incident will be treated as if it never happened."

"But I'm a petty person, and he wants to mess with me! You said it's great that he's hiding in Mexico City, but he must mess with me. Doesn't this force me to kill him?!"

"Let someone from Salinas collect the body."

After Victor finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Raul Salinas looked at him and made a pleading voice.

"I'll give you a way. I have 32 other ways that you haven't tried. I'll let you try and kill you. There's also another way. You can tell me frankly whether Salinas has any dealings with drug dealers, and then... I'll let you know. You leave easily."

"You choose."

Damn it all!

But the process is different...

Death is not terrible, life is not as terrible as death.

"Is Quintero hiding in the presidential palace? Do you have any deal with the drug dealers?"

Raul couldn't stand the pain in his body. He trembled and said, "Yes."

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