Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 64 Mr. Santos~

Who is most concerned about the situation on Guadalupe Island is probably the Tijuana Cartel and some corrupt officials.

Mexicali!

The capital of Baja California.

Governor's Office.

Rafael Max looked at the pile of U.S. dollars on the coffee table in front of him and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Governor Max."

Sitting in front of him was a man with shaggy hair and a yellow spotted shirt. Even indoors, he wore sunglasses and crossed his legs.

Really awesome pretense!

He shouted, and Max reluctantly turned his eyes over, raised his head to look at the man, with a flattering expression on his face, "Mr. Ramon, if you have anything to say, you can just say it, our relationship doesn't need to be so... polite."

Ramon Aliano smiled, "As long as you like, Mr. Governor, our Tijuana Group is not short of money, but we hate trouble."

Max's expression changed, "You mean Victor?"

Ramon nodded, "His behavior on Guadalupe Island seriously violated our interests. You know, without us, American drug addicts will seriously affect local security."

"you mean?"

"Kill Victor..."

Max laughed sarcastically, "You should have more experience killing a police chief than I do."

Ramon can't answer this sentence. If I send someone to Guadalupe Island, will I still need you?

News comes from above, and shit comes out.

Tijuana is currently at war with Sinaloa. The two sides are inseparable and cannot send more manpower for the time being. Anyway, the governor is one of his own, so give him some money and let him find a way.

Seeing Max's look, Ramon also understood and winked at the boy next to him. The latter took out another bundle of US dollars from the suitcase he carried with him and continued to pile them up.

Drug dealers like these "empty-minded" people, but they know too well the weakness of these corrupt officials, isn't it money?

The drug cartel is most in need of this stuff.

In the 1980s, the Medellin Group could earn US$180 million from the United States every day. How could it spend all of this money?

But it also illustrates the truth from the side. With so much cash flowing out, the most important thing is that you don't pay taxes. It would be strange if the Americans don't kill you.

I am not afraid that you will want more, but I am afraid that you will not want it.

Sure enough, when Max saw the money in his stomach, he smiled so hard that his face was full of wrinkles, "I can't kill Victor directly, but Guadalupe Island is still part of Baja California. God, I will ask him to come back for a meeting with the security department, and you can find a way to kill him on the way."

Ramon frowned. He was a rough man and preferred to be direct, but he also understood that it was obviously impossible for a governor to kill his subordinates with a gun. "You guarantee that he will come?"

"If he is still in office, and I have the authority to propose a replacement of the Guadalupe Island chief."

"I'll have someone contact you later."

Ramon nodded, picked up the red wine in front of him and raised his glass with a smile.

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"Going to Mexicali for a meeting? Going to TMDB."

Victor put down the tea cup in his hand, "Those bastards stick their butts out and I know what they want to do. They want to have a meeting? Okay, let him come here to hold it. I have a big place here, so he can hold it however he wants."

"I think this is a trap. Rafael Marquez's reputation is not very good. I heard of his name when I was in Mexico City. It is said that he is involved in the drug trafficking business in Tijuana."

"Drug trafficking? Sooner or later we will find an opportunity to kill him together!"

"I want to see if he will talk about a meeting when the gun is pressed against his head."

Casare hesitated for a moment, "If he sends a new mayor or director to take your place..."

"Man, there are many accidents in this world. You can't avoid them. Guadalupe Island is 260 kilometers away from the shore. You can't confirm when the waves will come. Are you right?"

"The boss is not because he is the boss, but because, I admit him, he is the boss!"

Casare understood Victor's words.

The great white sharks of the Pacific are having a really good time lately.

Dong Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the door, and a police officer opened the door, "Boss, there is a child down here looking for you."

"Child?"

Victor frowned, "Go and have a look."

Police station lobby.

It had been tidied up, except for the bullet holes in the walls.

Santos was lying on the cabinet with a cloth bag on his back. He saw a police officer loading a gun and stared at the cabinet wall with his lower legs to prevent his body from sliding down.

"Hermano mayor (brother), what is the name of this gun?"

The police officer raised his head and looked at the child's curious eyes, and his heart softened, "CZ75 pistol."

"How cool~" Santos sighed, "When I grow up and join the police, can I get this kind of weapon?"

"Why do you want to be a police officer?"

"Of course it's to uphold justice!"

The sound was so loud that the police officers nearby heard it.

"Upholding justice?"

Santos nodded, his eyes shining, "Just like you, I maintain the safety of Guadalupe Island. I want to protect my mother, Uncle Lopez, Taniste, Pedro..."

He said and started to pinch his fingers.

"I want to be a real man, just like my father!"

The policeman who cleaned his gun: "Where is your father?"

The smile on Santos' face paused, and he felt a little disappointed. "He was beaten to death by drug dealers, but he also killed three drug dealers!"

As he said this, pride flashed across his face again.

This made the policeman a little at a loss, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Your father is a hero." A voice came from behind Santos, and he quickly turned his head and saw a familiar face.

"Mr. Victor!" Santos shouted excitedly.

"Great guy."

Victor smiled and touched his head, "But you still need to work hard to become a hero. You have to grow taller and stronger, so that you have the strength to defeat the drug dealers."

Santos nodded excitedly and looked around, "Mr. Victor, I have something to tell you."

Victor naturally leaned down to listen, and the other party said next to him, "I found someone hiding drugs in the church."

"How do you know?"

"I overheard it. Someone next to my house transports goods for drug dealers. I'm a child, and they don't care."

Victor thought carefully. These drug dealers can't bear it. If the goods can't be shipped out, it's like rotting in their hands. They can't afford this loss.

Do drugs have a shelf life?

"Great, young man, what reward do you need?" Victor asked with a smile.

"Can I become your police officer at that time, sir!"

Santos raised his hand excitedly, like a fanatical little fan, "I will fight for Mexico's anti-drug cause with you for the rest of my life!"

Victor saw his love for his motherland from his little eyes.

No matter how bad a place is, there will always be people who love it deeply. If there are no such people, then this land is doomed to perish.

Victor patted Santos's hand.

Pah!

"Then you must be the bravest police officer, Mr. Santos."

This "Mr." made the child smile very brightly.

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