Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor is the kind of person who "does what he says" when doing things.

Alejandro directly ordered the layoff of state police and local police to form the National Guard!

This is like dropping a large rock into a water tank, causing a violent reaction.

"Why should we be fired! We don't accept it!"

“Protest protest protest!”

"Demand Victor to give an explanation!"

Hundreds of police officers in the Mexicali Police Department protested, standing under the office building and shouting, which made the police chief nervous.

You must know that the Mexican police have a tradition of getting down and getting down.

Especially in Mexicali, there was an incident where the city police arrested a chief on the road because they suspected that he was providing protection to drug dealers.

"Brothers, Victor won't let us eat and bring weapons. Let's go ask him why he treats us like this." Someone stood among the police and shouted loudly, "If he doesn't give us an explanation, we will go to Sinaloa." !”

In fact, many police officers have long been harboring grievances.

Victor's anti-drug campaign wiped out all their "gods of wealth", and they lost a lot of gray income every month.

Who would feel happy?

They still rely on these drug dealers to support their families. Their wages have not increased, and the workload is quite heavy every day. They have long been complaining.

Of course, not all police officers will be cut off. Those over 40 will be transferred to civilian jobs, and those over 55 will retire in place and receive a pension. Those under 40 will obviously have tattoos, criminal records, and Bad habits.

But they will also receive a severance package, which is about 4,000 pesos each.

These are written clearly and clearly.

But many people just don't agree. It's not that they like this profession, but... they like to wear this layer of fur to pretend to be a tiger.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Hundreds of people walked out with weapons in hand, but before they could go out, they saw four AMX VCI infantry fighting vehicles blocking the door.

40 police officers from the Emergency Terrorist Mobile Team (EDTV) came down from the crew compartment and looked at them eagerly.

"Get back!"

Zolf Sherman, nicknamed "M4", had a sullen face.

The machine guns on the infantry fighting vehicles were pointed at them.

"Put down your weapons and step aside. Anyone who disobeys the arrangements will be killed immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the machine gun fired directly, and the bullets flew over their heads and hit the wall behind them.

The police were so frightened that they shrank their heads, and some even fell to the ground.

Really... shot!

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. In the end, reason prevailed and the weapon was thrown aside.

The ghost hiding inside fanning the evil wind and igniting the will-o'-the-wisp is unwilling to do so.

"Don't listen to them, they just want to destroy our jobs and let us starve to death and go to Guzman!!"

Zolf Sherman glanced at everyone, and immediately saw the mole who was trying his best to hide himself. With a wave of his hand, several police officers rushed in and pulled the mole out.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!"

The man had a sinister appearance and a police sergeant title. When he was pulled out, he looked like a caught mouse.

He is a pawn stuffed into the police station by drug dealers. Look at the Sinaloa logo on his neck.

It's simply lawless.

Uncle Victor has been here for a long time and you don't wash it off. Isn't this the same as making fun of him?

Zolf Sherman looked at him, took out his gun, and shot him!

Decisive, direct, and no sloppiness.

"Don't take what I say as fart, gentlemen, please stand still!"

Killing chickens to scare monkeys has a good effect.

Everyone stood quietly.

Zolf Sherman nodded to the four city hall staff behind him. They came over with the roster for verification. One of them also held a suitcase. When he opened it, it was all filled with pesos!

“Domenico Borges Harry!”

A police corporal ran out with his hands raised. Judging from his age, he was already in his 30s, and he was still lame on one leg.

"age."

"37, no, 36 years old." The police corporal said nervously.

Two city hall men wearing masks examined his exposed skin.

"No obvious tattoos or leg disabilities."

"You have two choices, transfer to civilian employment or resign where you are?"

The police corporal looked at the money in the suitcase, swallowed, and said softly, "Resign."

The man from the city hall nodded, and the colleague next to him counted 4,000 pesos and handed it to him, "Sign here."

When they saw the real money being given out, the eyes of the people behind them were all bright.

"I...I can't write names." The police corporal smiled awkwardly.

"Then press your fingerprints."

The other party put some ink pad on it and pressed hard on the name list.

"The next Radho Lansley!"

The police corporal holding the money smiled and limped to the side.

…

Of course Victor would not be "stingy" with so little money.

In addition to streamlining the police force, what he wants to do is to improve the credibility of the Baja California government and let everyone know that Victor means what he says.

The Mexican government is so bad that it doesn't even trust its own people, which makes me feel sad sometimes when I hear it.

"Director, the cities of Mexicali and Ensenada have laid off a total of 972 employees, leaving 419 employees, including one police sergeant and 7 sergeants, with a total cost of 3.88 million pesos."

The secretary handed the document to Victor, he glanced at it and signed his name.

He transferred two veteran police officers from his confidant team EDM to serve as spokespersons for the two city police stations. They were both injured during operations and were unable to undergo high-intensity training.

In order to quickly pull up the National Guard in the two cities, 50 members from the EDM and the Terrorist Mobile Team were transferred as the backbone, and those with clean backgrounds were slowly recruited from the local area to join the police force.

Anyway, Victor's uses for the National Guard are: internal defense, patrols, prison security, rescue and rescue, etc.

When there are more territories in the future, their authority will be greater.

Of course, the head of the National Guard was decided by Victor through an internal meeting of the Baja California Security Department and signed by Alejandro.

There were only two people in the meeting, Alejandro and Victor.

After he gained one more title, the number of people redeeming in the system directly increased from 200 to 400!

This made Victor think he had discovered a bug and wanted to add some "false reputation" to himself, but it was obviously useless. It seemed that Goldfinger had his own standards for judgment.

Just like Xunzong, not all titles are valuable.

Victor has not all replaced the extra 200 people as police officers. For him now, what he needs more is other talents.

160 municipal talents at all levels were exchanged, allowing the city of Ensenada and Guadalupe Island to get on the right track faster.

With the remaining 40 people, Victor established an office called: "Mexico International Information Department", abbreviation: MDIN!

Externally it is a news company.

In fact, it is the intelligence service.

Victor is rich and powerful. These 40 people are based on MI6's version. Only a few people in this department know about it, not including Alejandro.

They will be responsible for intelligence searches.

It was sent out to perform tasks on the day it was established.

Originally he wanted to call it "La Gestapo", but thought better of it.

"Director, what the city hall is saying is that the prison has recently housed a lot of prisoners. Does it need to be re-expanded?" the secretary asked.

Victor thought for a moment, "Pull the drug dealers out to build roads. How comfortable is it to go to jail? Let them do the most dangerous and difficult things. Just tell them that whoever behaves well will get a reduced sentence."

If you want to get rich, build roads first.

Mexico's infrastructure is terrible.

"Does that count as salary?"

When Victor heard what his secretary said, he laughed, "It's not bad that I didn't shoot them. It's still a salary. Ask them if they eat shit."

The secretary laughed sarcastically and walked out with the documents. He happened to see Casare walk in and called out. The latter nodded and ran into the office, "Boss, contact Mr. Cuaukmot Cardenas." ”

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Mexico City. Guadalupe neighborhood.

It is only a few kilometers away from the slums.

Most of the people living here are low-level civil servants with low incomes.

Kwaukemot, who is only 40 years old, has some gray hair. He wears a pair of glasses and looks gentle. He rides a bicycle. Acquaintances passing by will say hello to him, and he will also smile and nod in a friendly way.

Returning to the public rental house, he locked his bicycle and went home with the vegetables.

The cabinet near the door is filled with medicine.

The son was lying on the table drawing, and his wife was sitting next to him. When he saw him, the son ran over, shouted, and obediently helped carry the food.

"I'm back." Quaukmot kissed his wife, "Today is your birthday, and I bought you your favorite fish."

The wife smiled gently. Both of her legs were gone and she relied on a wheelchair to move around.

The drug dealers simply crushed her legs with their cars.

The doctor said that if it were any later, he would have died.

Quauquemot put on his apron and was busy in the kitchen.

Dinner was simple, a piece of fish, tortillas, chicken and corn red and white soup, and a small cake.

He put candles on the cake.

"McClure, go turn off the light." Quaukmot said to his son, who obediently turned off the light.

The weak light of the candle illuminated the faces of the family of three.

They are laughing.

"Mother, make a wish quickly," McClure called.

The woman smiled and clasped her hands together, "God, I hope my husband will always be safe, I hope my son will grow up smart, and I hope our family of three will always be together."

Kwaukmot's heart ached.

This woman who has been married to him for 10 years did not even make a wish for herself, but her words were all about her family.

"God will answer you, my dear." Quaukmot kissed the other person and said with a smile.

"Here, McClure helps mom cut the cake."

The son got down from the chair happily.

Just as the family was enjoying a rare moment, the doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door." Quaukmot stood up, walked over and opened the door, and saw four or five strong men standing outside.

The tattoo on his neck is from a local drug dealer in Mexico City.

The man in the lead wore a nose ring and looked very frivolous. "Mr. Kwaukemot, I heard that today is your wife's birthday. Let's celebrate her birthday."

This looks like the person coming is evil!

Quaukmot's face froze, "Sorry, I don't know you, my wife doesn't need it." He said and was about to close the door, but the other party's hand clicked on the door, "Don't be nervous, we are Come and be a guest.”

He pushed the door open hard, and a group of people broke in. They looked at the cake on the table, smiled contemptuously, went up and slapped the cake to the ground.

The little boy was so angry that he wanted to rush forward, but the woman held him back.

"Mr. Kwaukemot, this is not in line with your status at all. My boss asked me to send something over."

The man with the nose ring winked at his younger brother, who put the suitcase in his hand on the table and opened it directly.

A large amount of U.S. dollars was exposed inside.

"As long as you don't express any opinions on what happened on May 27 at Gendarmerie Square and cooperate with us, the money will be yours."

"You work for Carlos?"

"Of course not, we work for Mexico." The man with the nose ring looked at him and said.

Quaukmot shook his head, "Impossible! If you take this money back, I won't take any of it!"

The man with the nose ring stared at him, "You are making it difficult for me, sir!"

He turned his head and looked at the woman in the wheelchair with a cruel smile, "Then I'm afraid you have to find a new wife."

"Throw her downstairs!"

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