Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor is a very insecure person.

As soon as he took the position of the warden, he saw that the number of people who exchanged for the gold finger doubled from 20 to 40!

And the points increased a lot because of killing members of the Pedro family, and now it is 971,000 points.

He made a lot of money back from what he spent before.

Sure enough, the higher the capital, the more money he made.

He exchanged 3 technicians, and together with Yuri and Coaster, he formed the "Prison Maintenance Department", and the rest of the people were all made according to the template of Kennedy Heisenberg.

The combat force suddenly increased from 18 to 35 people, forming a reinforced platoon.

In addition, Victor, who believes in "firepower is king", added m240 machine guns to the Hummer in addition to the necessary individual weapons, and also equipped it with two TPz-1 "Fox" armored personnel carriers produced by the German Thyssen Henschel Company.

One anti-tank rocket launcher per person.

The points were directly swiped away by nearly 300,000.

If you have money, you can be so unscrupulous.

He also applied to Alejandro to set up a "special forces team" under the name of the prison administration, codename: El león de México (Mexican Lion), abbreviated as: EDM!

The name...

Of course it is to suppress prison riots.

Do you need to ask this?

This is the benefit of being backed by the official, illegal armed forces can be "whitewashed" for you. If Victor is a drug dealer, hehehe, he would probably be on the wanted list directly, and special forces may be sent to behead him.

But he is a policeman.

Finally understand the importance of having a certificate to work?

Relying on EDM, Victor quickly mastered the power of all prison areas, and he planned to select some people from the emergency team as backup team members.

The quota of 35 people is not enough. If there is a chance in the future... I can entrust someone to go to the Soviet Union to see that the life of special forces there is very hard.

In the office.

Victor hummed a little song and was in a good mood. Recently, the prisoners have been very good and earned him a lot of US dollars.

While peeling an apple with a paring knife, the familiar voice of the female reporter came from the TV. Victor has been a little obsessed with her recently.

Strong smell.

"According to the Mexican Police Department, the drug cartel Michoacaná Family, Legion of the Wild (Legión salvaje), and Alianza demoníaca (Alianza demoníaca) demanded that the Mexican government release the prisoners held in the highland prison."

"And accused the prison warden Victor Carlos Vieri of abusing prisoners, demanding that he be removed from his post and handed over to the Michoacaná Family for handling!"

"At present, the Mexican government has not responded."

Victor was obviously stunned when he heard his name. He didn't expect that his first appearance on TV would be such a "reputation". He stuffed the apple into his mouth and squinted his eyes.

He smelled a smell against him in the air.

Dinglingling~

The phone on the table rang.

Victor picked it up, and his expression became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Interesting...

God is about to open again.

...

Clayton Cemetery, Mexico.

This is the largest gathering place for "retail investors" in Mexico City. Many unclaimed prisoners, prisoners who have accidents, etc. will be buried here.

The lucky ones can also have a tombstone.

Many poor people rely on cemeteries for their lives, and government departments need a lot of workers to help dig pits, although the salary is meager.

The naked child was digging mud with his hands, his face full of dirt. He suddenly heard footsteps and raised his head, with an earthworm in his mouth.

He saw four or five men in black suits standing not far away.

The temperament exuded from him was a little scary.

He subconsciously wanted to run away. He had learned to survive in this place in Mexico, but the leader, a man with a shaved head, waved at him and called him.

The child hesitated, but still walked over.

If he didn't walk over... he would die!

"Sir, do you know where the prisoners in the plateau prison are placed after they die?" The leader spoke softly, and even called a child "sir", which was weird.

The child nodded timidly and pointed to a place not far away, "It's all over there."

"Thank you, this is your reward." The man took out $10 from his pocket and handed it to him. The boy waved his hand in fear.

"Take it, every help needs a reward."

The man stuffed the money into the child's pocket, touched his head, and walked towards the place where the other party pointed. The child looked at the money in his hand and ran away.

"Mr. Cardenas, the Mexican government rejected our request!" The younger brother behind him suddenly spoke.

Osiel Cardenas, who was walking in front, paused and raised his head, "It seems that the gentlemen sitting in the office have forgotten what we look like. Let them remember, don't forget that this is Mexico, and the drug dealers have the final say here!"

The younger brother hurriedly responded and took out his mobile phone to give an order.

And in Mexico City, there was a sudden agitation.

A bus was driving, and many people in the car were disabled. They wore yellow hats and had smiles on their faces, because they went out to play today. They excitedly held the flags in their hands and gestured to their companions who were recording the video.

"Erica, smile quickly, I'll take a picture of you." A young man who seemed to have Down syndrome said to the leader, holding up a camera.

The leader with braids was very young, probably in her early 20s. She was also very petite, not as tall as a Mexican woman, or even beautiful. She had freckles on her face, but she heard the call from the other party.

Laughed.

The eyes are curved into crescents.

Posing happily.

Porphyrin…boom! ! !

Suddenly a dirt truck hit from the side, and the driver subconsciously turned and hit the green belt next to it.

Erica couldn't stand firmly and accidentally fell down, but she still asked anxiously, "How are everyone? Tonino? How are you!"

Before she could finish her words, she saw a pickup truck rushing up. Seven or eight hooded militants got out of the truck and fired at the car with Valmet M76 automatic rifles!

The bullet passed through the iron body and Erica's body, and blood spattered in the air.

Wail, scream, cry...

These drug dealers emptied two magazines into the car, and then attacked the people around them indiscriminately before leaving.

inside the car.

The young man with Down syndrome named Tonino fell to the ground, still holding a camera in his hand, which played everyone's happy laughter.

"Let's go out and play!"

"We love Erica!"

"yeah!"

In the camera, he is still smiling.

They are young.

Mexico is in chaos.

…

jump!

Victor hung up the phone, his whole body exuding anger.

"Resist the tyrant! Resist the tyrant!"

There was a sudden shout from downstairs.

He ran to the window and saw thousands of prisoners running out of the "work" site, with many "tools" in their hands.

Beating the prison guard next to him.

Many prison guards were actually pushed to the ground by them and their weapons were taken away.

"Warden, something happened!" Harrison, the captain of the emergency team, ran in with fear on his face.

"Time to fight, man."

"I order them all to be killed without any persuasion!"

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TPz-1 "Fox" armored personnel carrier!