Working as a police officer in Mexico

Located in the desert 80 kilometers outside Mexico City stands the entire federal highest-security prison.

——El Altiplano! (plateau!)

Early in the morning, hundreds of prisoners wearing striped shirts were lined up neatly. They all had shaved heads, clean faces and clear eyes.

"Now let's rehearse. Everyone must be louder. If anyone catches me that he is not using his strength, I will treat him to a big dinner tonight!" The guard shouted loudly, holding a baton in his hand.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

The guard nodded, "Welcome, sir!"

The prisoners below clapped rhythmically, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Almost all in the rhythm.

The guard nodded with satisfaction, suddenly looked at him, frowned, walked over with a stick, and hit a big man on the forehead hard, making the plastic stick squeal in pain after three or two hits.

"Don't think you're just pretending, I don't know! You should show respect and admiration on your face! Do you understand?" He cursed loudly and smashed the opponent's head, leaving him covered in blood.

The guard cursed and hit the criminal with a stick.

"Drag him down and replace him with someone obedient."

The two soldiers standing next to him came up and dragged the big man, who finally panicked and said, "Discipline! Discipline, give me one more chance, give me one more chance!!!"

"Let me tell you, the reason why you are still alive is because of the general's forgiveness! You bastards are not honest and don't know how to be grateful!"

"Otherwise, I'll bury you all in the pit with your seniors!"

The piercing screams made the standing criminals tremble and lament in their hearts, feeling a bit sad.

This "Plateau" prison used to be very strict. Victor and his successors were very strict in management, and the sewing machine business inside was also very good. But after the Popovich government came to power, the good guy...

He directly replaced the prison with one of his own.

The cheers of the drug dealers resounded through the sky again. The people locked inside were those who were against Popovich or the drug dealers. It seemed that everything was back to the past.

Many former prison guards were retaliated against...

He was beaten to death by a group of prisoners in public.

One guard was even skinned, and the whole family was killed. The situation was horrific.

But the dramatic scene is...

Hi!

Victor is back, and he brings thousands of troops with him. Now the prison will usher in thunder.

Very simple.

Kill them all!

The plateau prison wailed for three days and three nights!

Nearly 3,000 criminals imprisoned inside were all killed, and the few who were punished for revenge were even more miserable. A rough iron hook was passed from the chin, and then hung on a pole like a fish. After a few flops, they were gone. There was no movement, and it hurt to death.

Then they brought some light-duty prisoners from other prisons...

There is no shortage of drug dealers in Mexico anyway.

Victor felt that it would be unfriendly to kill them all like this, so he was already actively contacting African buyers. Those warlords definitely needed cannon fodder.

In the 19th century, people sold black people, but now they do the opposite!

Buy one get one free, and it’s still very healthy. Even if it’s suitable for plugging gun holes, it’s too wasteful to leave it here...

Today is "Emperor Wei"'s return visit to his old place, so he naturally has to behave well. All the weeds in the cracks in the ground were pulled out, and the ground was wiped with a rag several times.

Tsk tsk tsk…

September 1, 8 a.m.

A convoy drove into the "Plateau" prison and stopped in the open space. Victor, Casare and others got out of the bulletproof bus in the middle.

A man with the rank of lieutenant colonel ran over, "Sir! Kelton Torres, warden of Plateau Prison, is reporting to you!"

Victor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Kelton Torres, long time no see. I remember you have a daughter. She should also be studying."

As he spoke, he also said to Casare and others next to him, "At that time, I remember that I was the warden of the second ward, and he was from the third ward. Later, I was assigned as the director. This was the time when I followed me to Guarantee. Isla da Lupe is one of the veterans of the police department and lost half of his arm in the battle against Tijuana."

Casare also nodded beside him, "All the brothers made arrangements on the spot. They asked Kelton Torres what he wanted to do. He said he wanted to be the prison director. I said I would give you the position of national prison director. He thought he was not capable enough. , I must come back to the plateau to defeat him."

"Brother, your body is still strong." He patted the other person's arm and patted his own belly, mocking himself, "My belly is getting bigger and bigger."

The words made everyone laugh.

Many of the escorts following him looked at him with envy.

Even though he is just a small warden, with the general's character of caring deeply about love and commitment, if you need anything, just give him a call. What's this called?

Directly to heaven!

Treatment of elders.

In principle, you cannot give others a green channel. Unfortunately, Kelton Torres is the principle.

Hearing what Victor and Casare said, the warden was also very excited, with tears in his eyes. It must be an honor to be remembered by others, especially Victor, who has become a big shot.

"Let's go, let me see what our old unit has become now."

"General, please."

Kelton Torres glanced at his subordinate, who immediately understood and gave a code signal to the prisoners and guards standing on both sides.

Bang bang bang!

Applause burst out immediately, and everyone including the criminals looked at him with reverence!

This made Victor and Casare look at each other and smile bitterly, but they could not refuse Kelton Torres's kindness. Under his guidance, they visited the modern "sewing machine factory" of the "Plateau" Prison.

Now we no longer use sewing machines, but have transformed into manufacturing sewing machines, because the current number of criminals is very large and they are fully capable of consuming them. The annual income of the prison system can reach more than 30 million US dollars, which is pure profit.

Of course, there is still potential here.

"General, in addition to drug dealers, many of the people captured by the Northern Army are highly educated criminals. I plan to gather them together and use their knowledge to invest, such as that..." Kyle Don Torres pointed at a thin man wearing glasses, expressionless but focused in front of the assembly line.

"He is a physics professor at the National University of Mexico. After his wife took drugs, he was caught on the way to help him buy drugs. I think it would be a waste for such a person to do such menial work. I plan to let him open a training class specifically for Provide training to wealthy families..."

Victor looked at him in surprise.

Man…

Are you kidding me?

Let a drug dealer be a tutor?

Walter said, when the Yankees look at you, they think what’s in your head is just bullshit...

Victor glanced at Casare next to him, who immediately understood. The boss hoped that this bad guy would stand up and cough, "Kelton, have you considered the safety of the students? Criminals will always be criminals. If he Who is responsible for harming students?”

When Kelton Torres heard this, he nodded in agreement and frowned, "I heard that now that there are computers, it would be great if we could have face-to-face chats on the computers. If students have any questions, let our highly educated criminals Answer, you will definitely make a fortune."

! ! ! !

Victor looked at him with strange eyes, his mind... was spinning really fast.

Isn't this ICQ?

But that only came out in 1996. The founder is still studying.

Doesn’t it mean you can’t develop it yourself?

Tijuana has the largest "Internet zone" in Mexico and is mainly responsible for software development and training of Internet talents.

If Mexican officials were the first to develop ICQ, their reputation would be even greater.

When Casare heard Kelton Torres's complaints, his eyes lit up and he looked at the boss.

"Go back and tell me that this matter has something to do with it." Victor said calmly.

The first person to eat crabs always gets more benefits.

The 1990s can be said to be the most important year for changes in the world. The Internet took off in this decade, and so did communications. If we can overtake in these important fields, we will become Mexico's pillar industry.

And there is a semiconductor...

What is the name of the company in the Netherlands?

ASML?

Yes, it should be called this.

If Victor remembers correctly, he later developed very well, and it is only a few years since its establishment. ASML's early history was full of challenges. The company was on the verge of bankruptcy several times, but after a successful listing in 1995, the situation began to improve.

In other words, this thing is just a hen that can't lay golden eggs, and it's still brewing. Can I get involved?

Philips is a major investment company and was almost brought down. At this time, I might be able to use appropriate funds to obtain part of the shares.

It would be best to open a branch in Mexico as well!

Avoid the Yankees…

Then cause trouble.

Semiconductors and chips will be the main tracks in the future.

I almost forgot about this one. Victor planned to go back and think about other ways to make a fortune.

Warden Kelton Torres took them on a tour, and also saw the prison cell, where the criminals were detained, looking at him in fear, obviously he was beaten frequently.

"General, Mr. Rumsfeld has arrived in Mexico City." At this moment, the secretary trotted up to him and whispered in a low voice.

Victor nodded and praised, "Kelton, you have done a good job in this prison and the relationship is very good. I am very satisfied. Please keep it up."

"Thank you for the compliment, General!"

"Okay, I have something to do over there, so I won't stay long. If I have time, I'll invite all the old people to have a drink with me."

"General, don't you want to eat here before leaving?"

"No, there are guests from the United States. I have to go and meet them."

Although Kelton Torres felt disappointed, he also understood. He watched Victor and his group leave. After the convoy completely disappeared, he turned back with a ferocious expression.

"Who farted in the prison cell!"

"TMD, I need to plug those bastards' asses!"

…

A bar in the Kimahuakan slum.

Flashing charming and enchanting "lights".

At first glance, it doesn’t look like a serious place.

"Hanky ​​Pank" is the name of the store.

On the stage, two naked girls danced erotically. It was so erotic that no man could bear it.

Dozens of strong men below screamed strangely, but wanted to stretch out their hands, but thought of something and dared not. Sometimes they would sneak around, and they would have to nervously raise their heads and look towards the second floor. When they found that the bosses had not seen them, The laughter became more obscene and the movements became bolder.

At the door of the second floor, there were a dozen armed men wearing masks and holding assault rifles, occasionally looking into the house.

There were many people sitting inside, puffing away their breath.

"Fuck! I'm still saying the same thing, Victor can do whatever he wants, Kimahuakan, it's impossible! If he dares to come, damn..." A man with a scarred face smoked a cigarette and picked up a gun angrily. "I'll kill him!"

"If you want to surrender, go ahead, but we Los Aztecs will never surrender."

"I have already asked for help from the Texas headquarters. By then there will be about 600 brothers to support us!"

Los Aztecs, founded in 1988, is mainly distributed in Texas and New Mexico. It is one of the most arrogant gangs in the United States. Most of them are of Mexican origin. They have vast land in Mexico for Planting drugs and having a good relationship with local drug dealers...

It also has its own territory in Kimahuakan.

After hearing his words, many people's expressions tightened.

"No need to provoke, Cristo. None of us want to surrender. Victor has cut off our financial resources. You Los Aztecs can still smuggle organs and human beings in Texas. I heard that you and the locals Government officials also have good relations with wealthy people, unlike our 18th Street Gang in California. Would you like to sponsor some business for us...Texas..."

A fat man with tattoos on his face, fat head and big ears, wearing a street T-shirt said with a smile, his voice sounded like Donald Duck.

When the representative of Los Aztecs heard this, he stood up and said, "Hot Dog, if you send people into Texas, I will kill all of you on 18th Street. Do you believe it?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Okay, okay, stop joking, you two. We are here to discuss how to deal with the Northern Army, not to quarrel!" Representatives from other gangs said dissatisfied.

"Actually, I have an idea."

The 18th Street representative named Hot Dog said, "Aren't there poor people in our respective territories? Let each of their families have a man, give them guns, arm them, and let them fight the Northern Army. Depending on the terrain, With advantages and personnel advantages, even if they come, 10,000 or 20,000 people will be trapped and die here!”

"This is a good idea."

Someone nodded, their eyes lit up, and they thought, "Then we can tie bombs to those women, approach them in the name of asking for supplies, and then...boom!"

"It will definitely scare those bastards to death!"

The lives of the poor seemed like trash in their mouths, executing them casually and laughing wantonly.

But in fact, as they say...

The poor people of the slums have had one thing since they were born...

crime!

Transport drugs, smuggle, fight, rob,... join a gang.

All the ugliness you think is seen in Kimahuakan and in the slums of the world?

There are two blood donation trucks in Kimahuakan all year round, selling blood to the poor. The blood will be continuously transported to the United States for use by wealthy people. If your matching is successful, congratulations...

You are going to die.

A life costs about $2!

As long as you give me money, I will kill someone!

School?

There is no such thing here...

All it will teach you is love and killing.

Those parents watched in despair as their children went astray just like themselves. When they looked up at the sky, it was all gray. Of course, no one thought about leaving.

But they were all captured by gangsters and executed on the spot!

Their lives are so cheap!

"Then let's make an agreement. We will form an alliance at the same time. We are not allowed to attack each other, we are not allowed to steal each other's business, and we are not allowed to betray each other on the battlefield. We have only one enemy, Victor's Northern Army!"

"If anyone breaks his promise, let's hunt him down together!"

"Any comments?"

"No!"

“The Kingdom of Latin America agrees!”

“18th Street agrees!”

"MS-13 agrees!"

“The Salvadoran savages agree!”

…

The dozen or so gangs present or with turf in Kimahuakan all agreed.

The gang can't lose Kimahuakan, just like Xunzong can't lose his medal, Melezong can't lose his skull...

No more slums…

There must be 36% fewer drugs in North America!

For gangsters, this is simply unacceptable.

Just start a "war" in Kima Huakan with a population of 4 million!

I want to see if Victor can remove this piece of "moss".

…