Working as a police officer in Mexico

His cousin has done something big.

The major shooting in the Tepito neighborhood has been classified as a "terrorist attack" by the police, and a reward of 200,000 pesos has been offered.

All of those people wore holsters on their heads, so you couldn't tell from the surveillance at all, but Casare knew them. Mexico all used American products, and those who used AK47s were Dragan and his gang.

If they were caught...

Even if the credit is divided, he can be promoted to police inspector even if he is not promoted to superintendent.

This police rank is definitely not enough to be the head of a police station in a big city, but the three places I selected are poor, chaotic, and far away, and I just happened to have the edge.

To be honest, Victor was very moved.

It’s not his cousin anyway.

Of course he welcomed Casare's offer, but he still tried to persuade him politely and said more, "Are you sure your mother won't blame you?"

As long as you can pass the test of your family, your cousins ​​can sell you whatever you want!

One of the reasons for the quarrel between Guzman and the Beltran Leyva brothers was that the Mexican military police captured the fourth of the four brothers in Culiacan. Alfredo, who was responsible for money laundering, was rumored to be betrayed by Guzman. Got him.

The eldest brother Arturo was very angry and planned to confront his cousin. Unexpectedly, at this time, one of Guzman's sons appealed and was released. Arturo believed that Guzman had used his fourth brother in exchange for his son's freedom.

Since then, the cousins, who had been close for decades, broke up.

Hearing Victor's words, Casare looked very troubled, and his facial features were almost wrinkled.

"An Xin, we haven't reached that point yet. What we need now is to accumulate capital. Otherwise, if we don't have money and connections, we will be a dead end. We have to eat one bite at a time and be down-to-earth."

down to earth?

Then go to work.

Just because he didn't want to follow the rules, Casare had already tasted the benefits, but after hearing Victor's words, he hesitated and nodded.

"Okay, you have a good rest. I have worked hard for you recently." Victor stood up and threw the cigarette butt into the green plants at the door, opened the door and walked to his dormitory opposite.

Casare sat on the bed and poured himself a glass of red wine. His salary was recently paid, and he received a bonus of US$5,000, which was equivalent to his salary for the past three years.

What will you choose when you get a huge amount of money?

Revenge consumption?

He bought the suit he had always liked, new clothes for his siblings, a new sewing machine for his mother, and most importantly, he met two Colombian women that day...

This gave him an almost worshipful "faith" in Victor.

Aren't his difficulties his own difficulties?

Cousin?

Wouldn't it be nice if my aunt had another baby?

Casare drank all the red wine in the glass, as if he had made up his mind.

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The next day.

Webster was in a good mood to go to work, but when he came to the office, he saw on the table: "Notice of Lifting the Suspension Investigation of Victor Carlos Vieri."

He suddenly felt something bad, called Aldama over, took the document and asked, "What's going on? When was it delivered?"

"It was delivered here early this morning. The Bureau of Prisons just left. Even if I stopped it, it would be useless." Aldama looked embarrassed.

Webster made the call with a dark face, his face visibly gloomy, and after hanging up the phone, he said, "Damn it!"

Dong Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the door, and Victor was seen standing at the door with a smile on his face, "Sir, did anyone make you angry this morning?"

Webster looked at him, and the latter looked at him without fear.

It's like a more masculine challenger enters a pack of wolves.

"You're fine, Victor. I thought you were going to be punished."

"Are you disappointed, sir?" Victor walked to the table and politely picked up the cigarette and put it under the tip of his nose. "Treasurer, a British product, smokes very well."

I started smoking right in the office.

Aldama felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He finally figured it out. This Victor could suspend his suspension and had a profound background. If two gods were fighting, would he be prone to disaster if he stayed here?

jump!

Webster couldn't swallow this breath, so he slammed the table and pointed at him, "Victor, who asked you to smoke here?"

The two of them had completely broken up with each other the last time they had sex.

Victor looked at Webster, then lowered his head at the cigarette. This Treasurer, which was worth only 2 US dollars, took two puffs and threw it on the ground. He stepped on it with his shoe and then pulled it out again with a smile on his face. He took out a cigarette, tilted his head, and lit it again calmly.

A puff of smoke blew directly into Webster's face.

"You're a little too much. Can't you tell the difference between superiors and subordinates?!!"

"Excessive? Sir, can you fucking say that again?" Victor grabbed Webster's tie, pulled him over, glared at him, pointed at him with a cigarette in his right hand, "I'll give you the honor of calling you sir, Don’t think you are anything.”

He leaned into the other person's ear and said sinisterly, "You don't think I don't know you are from the Gulf Cartel, do you?"

Webster's eyes suddenly opened.

Sitting in their position, even if only a few people know his identity, he is used as a chess piece after all. It is impossible to publicize it in a big way, and Mexican officials also want to save face.

"How many people in the prison do you think want to kill you? I'll go and shout in the prison area. Do you believe that the next time you are released, it will be your life?"

As a drug cartel that once fought against the Guadalajara Cartel, the two sides had almost a blood feud and often fought for territory. The three major groups, mainly Tijuana, Juarez, and Sinaloa, had no good impressions of the people in the Gulf. of.

But it happened that people from these three groups accounted for at least one-third of the people in the Second Ward.

If the news spread that the warden is from the Gulf, do you think there will be a riot in Gaoyuan Prison?

It’s not like there haven’t been riots.

Mexican drug traffickers are inherently unstable.

Webster understood the stakes here. He was stuck by this sentence and didn't even know how to retort.

Of course there is no problem in colluding with drug traffickers. Who doesn’t collude? Look at which of Mexico’s defense ministers in recent decades has been safely dismissed.

Either go to the United States to arrest him or face trial at home.

Webster was afraid just as Victor said, he was afraid of being killed.

Even a cardinal would dare to kill a drug dealer who got the upper hand.

"Don't look for trouble in the future. We'd better keep each other safe, otherwise, we'll die!" Victor pushed him hard, and Webster fell down on the chair, his face pale.

It's easy to kill him, but the warden will definitely be parachuted down by then. I don't know what kind of person the new guy is. It's better to keep Webster first and take the opportunity to raise his police rank during this period. It's best to be the deputy warden Dangdang.

By that time, Webster was dead, and it was natural for him to become a regular employee.

The deputy is usually a spare tire.

Just like when Kennedy died, his deputy Lyndon Baines Johnson was sworn in on the plane.

Victor is not stupid, and he will not be a gunman for others.

Violence is just a way to make money and get promoted.

Official career is different from doing business. In business, you can make less money, but in official career, if you make one mistake, you will make mistakes every step of the way.

In this industry, people kill without blood.

Aldama watched him walk away, then turned around to see the warden with a tangled expression and furrowed brows, looking very worried.

What on earth did they just say?

She was curious about this, but she quickly shook her head to dispel her curiosity.

Don't be too curious as a person, it's easy to burp early.

"Aldama."

"I'm here." She replied quickly.

Webster frowned and wanted to say something, but finally waved his hand and said, "You can go out."

There was indescribable fatigue in his tone.

I underestimated this guy Victor. If I had known it, I would have listened to Haggis and directly found someone to kill him.

Find someone?

This idea flashed through my mind, but I suddenly hesitated.

If I didn't kill him, would it affect me?

After sitting in the position of warden for a long time, Webster devoured delicacies every day, lived in a mansion, and hugged his mistress, and he had long forgotten his cruelty.

If it were him when he was young.

He just picked up the gun and did it.

It can only be said that after sitting in this position for a long time, you forget your original origin.

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