Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Sir, walk slowly."

Victor personally escorted Alejandro to the car and took the initiative to open the door for him.

He is such a "good guy", and as long as everyone gives each other face, he is still easy to talk to.

When Alejandro got into the car, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You have been in too much limelight recently. You should keep a low profile. Those drug dealers have been keeping an eye on you."

Victor looked at him and smiled, "In the future, I will rely on my own efforts, not on others' donations. I have only one rule. If you are not a hunter, you will be a prey. Survival is the same as death!"

"We have to take our lives into our own hands, sir. Drug dealers will never be able to get on the stage. Rights are needed everywhere. They are like real estate. Location is the most important thing. The closer you are to the center, the more important your property and status will be." The more valuable you are, you shouldn’t be satisfied now, you should move up.”

Victor was very blunt and frank, "I think we can be good political partners. What you need is merit. Is there any better opportunity to be appreciated by Americans than killing drug dealers?"

In Mexico, as long as you lick the American pussy, they will put you in the position you want.

Too far from heaven, too close to America.

"If you need money, I can give it to you for three years. Within three years, I will help you become the security minister." Victor made a gesture and said confidently.

Alejandro was very moved.

"what do you want?"

"I want to make progress so much, sir. My dream is actually very simple. When I express my opinions, everyone should give me a standing ovation."

The game of politics is not a matter of bullets.

Victor can't be like Pablo and drive a tank to sweep government buildings, right?

Why did Los Zetas collapse so quickly?

You can indeed fight, but what’s the use of being able to fight.

Coming out to hang out, I’m talking about the background. Mexico relies on the United States. To put it bluntly, which country on this planet can do it better?

Can you be violent in front of it?

"I hope you bring me only good news," Alejandro said.

Victor stretched out his hand and shook it, "All you have to do is go home and close your eyes, and then wait for me to carry you into the Senate."

"God bless." Alejandro nodded, patted the driver on the shoulder, and motioned for him to drive.

Looking at the car leaving, Victor put his hands in his pockets. The dark clouds above his head were pierced by the sun. He said to himself, "God cannot liberate Mexico."

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Three days later, Plateau Prison.

The canteen on No. 1 that could originally accommodate more than 1,000 people was converted into a factory!

More than two hundred prisoners sat in front of sewing machines and learned to make clothes from a female prisoner.

There were about 20 prison guards standing next to him with guns and ammunition.

It was Victor's idea.

Prisoners have to do labor camps. What does it mean to lie down every day?

Three canteens were converted into factories. Thousands of people worked 24 hours a day to make clothes for a foreign trade garment factory, and they could get 50 cents for each piece of clothing.

Of course the money goes to the prison (Victor).

But the bosses in the third prison are a little more relaxed. After all, they are rich, so why don't you pay more every month? Victor is a very open-minded person, and he can talk about anything if you give him money.

"FxxK! You son of a bitch, let me step on the sewing machine. I really want to blow that guy's head off with one punch." There was a muscular man who looked fierce and grumbling.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with a parrot tattooed on his shoulder. The other person's steps were very slippery. He glanced at the fabric made by the other person and said, "Wynter, I think you'd better calm down. Remember, you have to pay more." There’s a $20 fine.”

That’s right…

Prisoners must pay for damages if the fabric is damaged.

ah!

Sooner or later Victor will have to be hung on the street lamp.

The prisoner named Winter scratched his head anxiously, his eyes wandering, and he saw a chubby figure walking into the door.

He hurriedly bumped him with his elbow, "Hey, that fat tiger is here."

The middle-aged prisoner was obviously not very happy to be disturbed, but after hearing what he said, he raised his head and saw Casare standing on a table.

Fat Tiger was the nickname given to him by the prisoners.

A very fat smiling tiger.

"Everyone stop." Casare shouted, and all the prisoners stopped and could finally take a rest.

"New prison regulations will be promulgated from today! There are 10 regulations in total. Listen to them."

"First, respect the prison guards."

"Second, it is forbidden to feed shit to fellow inmates!"

"Third, it is prohibited to urinate on an inmate's clothes."

"Fourth, it is forbidden to put uneaten leftovers into your vagina."

"Fifth, it is forbidden to stand naked behind your fellow inmates."

…

"Tenth: Everything Warden Victor said is right!"

Casare finished reading the paper in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and smiled, with the fat on his face still shaking, "I am very happy to tell you some news."

"We received another big order, so we decided to cancel the current rest time and everyone will work overtime. Thank you, I'm done."

work overtime!

Hold!

Even the prisoners couldn't accept it.

"FXXK! We are here to go to jail, not to work, bastards." A prisoner couldn't help but stand up and still encouraged the people around him, "Brothers, this is simply devoid of dignity, this is oppression, this is injustice An insult to human rights!”

Casare looked at him and the many prisoners below who were ready to move, and suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at him!

Just kill him.

The prisoner opened his eyes and fell limply to the ground.

The prisoners, who were powerless, could only mutter.

In front of firearms, even if you have killed countless people, you dare not say a word.

"Is there anyone who disagrees with working overtime?" Casare asked with a smile.

After waiting for a few seconds and seeing no one objecting, he nodded with satisfaction and signaled the prison guards to take the dead man away.

As for how he died?

Does it matter?

With the help of money, Victor successfully took over the post of warden of Plateau Prison. He was much stricter than when Webster was there.

Anyway, the meaning is that if you want to live in Plateau Prison, you must either obey or pay.

For wealthy inmates, the level of tolerance can be slightly increased.

After Casare left, those with tempers finally spoke in a low voice.

"I really can't stand this place anymore, I want to leave!" Winter said with discomfort as he looked at the body that was dragged away.

"You'll be sieved."

"I have connections. The Michocana family has contacted people outside, and they will cooperate to rescue us!"

The middle-aged man sitting next to him raised his eyebrows, "Really? Is there any way?"

"Start a riot!"

Winter gritted his teeth, "People from the Michoacana family and several other gangs will launch attacks outside to force the Mexican government to remove Victor or release us. Which one do you think the government will choose?"

Do you still think about this?

Given the poor behavior of the Mexican government, it is very likely that Victor will be replaced. If he is replaced by a "normal" official, then the lives of people like him will definitely be easier.

It is impossible to let go.

The Drug Enforcement Administration wouldn't agree either.

"How do you know?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

Winter's eyes twitched, as if he thought of some unbearable memory, and subconsciously touched his butt. This action was clearly seen by the middle-aged man, and he understood instantly.

Hey, it's so hard in prison.

He consciously skipped the topic, "Is the Michoacana family willing to be the leader?"

Winter took a deep breath, "Victor beat to death the nephew of his leader Osier Cardenas. He couldn't swallow this breath. It is said that the Gulf Group will also participate in this riot."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked around, "What do we need to do?"

"We are also rioting in prisons!"

"As long as there is enough chaos, the Mexican government will compromise!"

"Only a few people know about this."

Even God can't save Mexico. Do you want to overthrow a prison guard?

Eat shit, you!

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