Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor took out a bottle of wine.

I didn’t know where to find two goblets and took them to the toilet to rinse them. After leaving them there for a long time, there were still cobwebs on them.

He poured the wine, handed it to Casare, and painted the cake with a smile, "Don't worry, I know this business well. Wherever there is violence, there will be customers. Mexican drug dealers can't fight each other with sticks and stones." Bar?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed first, "Either we don't make money, or we make a lot of money. When the time comes, we will buy a big villa next to the president. Who dares to look down on us? Stop playing at roadside stalls, and then , don’t use all the money you earn to treat AIDS.”

Victor said as he clinked a glass and drank it in one gulp.

The taste of bad red wine…

AIDS was discovered in 1981. Americans want to be at the forefront of everything, and they have so much fun being gay.

Casare was thin-skinned and turned red when he was told this. He took a sip of red wine and asked, as if thinking of something, "I heard that you offended a drug lord today. Will he take revenge on you?"

"revenge?"

Victor sat down on the chair, crossed his legs like this, took out the cigarette and put it under the tip of his nose, smelled it, put it in the palm of his hand and paused a few times, "He is like a dead dog in prison. I am a policeman, can I still Afraid of him? Even if they are here to do something evil, there are people out there who want to kill me, are they as powerful as me?"

"With an AK47, shoot them to death."

"It's just the two of us...I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Victor held a cigarette between his fingers. "How can you do business without running into trouble?"

"Drug lord?"

Victor spat, "We are the police. Isn't it part of our duties to catch drug lords?"

Victor glanced at him, "Those who engage in gray business will either go ashore and make a fortune, or go to the sea and live in jail. The same goes for us. Do you think there will be a way out? Do you believe it or not? You can find your cousin. Once the weapons are sold, all the gangs in Mexico City will know that there is a fat man smuggling arms, and then... they will be eaten away. "

"Casare, I have very low standards in my life. I want to sleep with women I have never slept with before. I want others to stand up from the sofa and talk when they see me. I want everyone to shut up when I am unhappy. I I don’t want to find a random woman and give birth to a child. I have to work hard for half my life but end up in poverty. One day, I get seriously ill. In order to raise medical expenses, my children work as coolies and women as prostitutes. Then I lie on the hospital bed and say something. , Ordinary life is a blessing, fuck it, I want to get rich, if Jesus comes and blocks my way of making money, I have to change the day of resurrection to Friday!”

As he spoke, he poured himself red wine and raised his glass, "If you want to play, play big, right? Are you afraid of risks when making money? The greater the risk, the more money!"

Casare has been a policeman for four or five years. He usually receives a small amount of money from drug lords, but he is no longer satisfied. The white spots on his underwear can be washed off and used as salt. He looked at Victor's eyes. , gritted his teeth, grabbed the red wine, and with one-third left, he raised his head and drank it.

"Victor, I will listen to you no matter what you say."

Casare's brain is very useful, "But we are the police. There are some things that are not convenient for us to come forward. We have to find someone to help."

Victor nodded. He felt that what the other party said made sense, and suddenly a name came to his mind, "Do you remember Nouriel Best?"

Casare was shocked when he heard the name, "Didn't his whole family get killed by drug dealers?"

"He is still alive and living in Kimahuakan and I have his contact information."

This original person was kind-hearted and open-minded and had many "friends". One of them was Nouriel Best. Like Casare, he was also a policeman, and the three of them had worked together before.

However, he was a ruthless and lustful person. He fell in love with a drug dealer's mistress and was caught by someone. Then the whole family was unlucky.

The two brothers were directly stuffed into buckets and filled with cement.

The police did not dare to become policemen, fearing that the drug lord would know that he was not dead and would harm him, so they usually stayed in hiding. The reason why they were in contact with Victor was because the latter had seen him in Kimahuacán.

"You want to pull him into the car?"

Victor nodded, "Pull him into the car. At least we have a certain understanding of him. He is a "dead man" now. Many things are easier for us to do. In the arms business, should we be allowed to wear police uniforms?"

"But what has he been doing lately?"

Casare frowned, "It seems that he acts as a middleman for others, selling some information and helping to pull strings. But you know that he is lazy and has a difficult life. He is nothing but courageous."

It's great to be brave. As long as you are brave, the Queen of England will take maternity leave!

"You ask for leave tomorrow, and in the morning you bring weapons to do business with your cousin. You tell him that as long as the money is in place and the goods are plentiful, we don't accept drugs, but only US dollars, not even rubles, and I will come out then. See you outside at the market."

After hearing this, Kasare thought for a moment and nodded.

"Also, remember, if your cousin asks you where your goods come from tomorrow, you can tell them some information appropriately. Just say that I have an uncle in the Soviet Union who serves as an officer in the army. We have a deep relationship. Even if he wants RPG is also available, but it takes some time.”

Casare looked at him in surprise. He didn't remember that Victor had relatives in the Soviet Union? But he was still sensible enough not to ask.

"Downplay my presence and don't tell him my name."

Unlike the Mexican drug lords who want to hang around in front of their younger brothers every day, Victor likes to keep a low profile. If there is nothing important, he doesn't even plan to show up. Casare is his glove.

There is no way in the drug business. If your boss delegates power, a younger brother will have his own ideas after staying for a long time, familiar with the production process and having sales channels. Who can't grow this kind of raw materials?

Mexico's cash crops have been replaced by planting raw materials.

But arms are different. You don't have any goods at all. Do you dare to start working just by pulling a few machine tools? As long as Victor cuts off the supply, Casare can't run away even if he wants to.

Victor wants to pursue a career in politics.

He thinks long-term, and Casare doesn't care. Anyway, as long as there is money to be made, Victor says it.

After staying in his room until about 10 o'clock in the evening, Casare opened the door and walked out with a bag on his back, which contained AK47 parts.

"Jesus bless you."

Victor lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, took a puff, and blew out a smoke ring, "Amen."

…

Mexico is a very suitable country for tourism.

You will be very "high" when you wake up early in the morning.

You can ascend to heaven when the military burns the plantation, of course this is just a rhetorical exaggeration, which idiot would use fire?

Wouldn't the whole country become drug addicts?

Casare walked out of the prison with a leave note, a dark gray bag, and a baseball cap. It was really as Victor said, in this place, no one cares about you when you go out, and there is no inspection at all.

Before the millennium, when Guzman was arrested, do you know how he ran?

He spent more than two million US dollars and let the cleaners stuff him in his own sanitary car and take him out.

Casare, who walked out of the prison gate, saw a lot of men standing on the left and right of the door, pointing at him with unfriendly eyes, and someone next to him even took out a portrait for comparison, obviously seeking revenge.

Casare's eyelids were trembling.

These guys are just short of having the word "drug lord" written on their foreheads. If they pull out their guns and start shooting, there will be no place to hide in this place.

Casare took a deep breath and walked around them calmly. At the bus stop, he saw a bright red car waiting. He looked at the license plate number, opened the back door and got in.

There were already four people sitting in the car, a driver, a man with fluffy hair and a messy beard in the co-pilot seat, and two strong men sitting in the back seat. They looked like they were not easy to mess with.

"Cousin Casare, long time no see." The man in the co-pilot seat took off his sunglasses, turned around and greeted with a smile.

Casare was holding a backpack. There was a manly smell in the car, just body odor and foot odor. Seeing the other party, he pointed and said, "Dragan, why do you have a gold tooth?"

"Does it look good? 3,000 pesos." The other party said with a little show-off.

Damn it!

It's so expensive. This money can buy several lives in Mexico.

Casare cursed him for being a spendthrift in his heart, but he still smiled and gave him a thumbs up, praising him for his vision. Didn't he know what kind of character his cousin was?

He was good at saving face. There were only two things to do when he was out there, wallet and face. If you don't praise him and say he was wasteful, cousin? Believe it or not, he will do you.

"You told me on the phone what the good stuff was? I was originally going to collect protection fees with my little brother, and I drove dozens of kilometers here. Don't tell me you were just playing a trick on me." Dragan raised his head slightly and said.

Casare opened his backpack, took out the parts of the AK47 from it, and assembled it in front of Dragan and others. Victor taught him all night last night.

"Is this a good thing?" He patted the gun and handed it over with a smile.

"Fuck! AK47!"

Dragan cursed in a classic way, took the rifle, and pulled the bolt a few times. The sound was very crisp, "Where are you from?"

"We have people in the Soviet Union, it's easy to get some weapons. I think of you when I have something good. Do you want it?"

Dragan looked up and down at Casare again, "It seems that you have joined an organization with a good future."

"Do you want to join? The Mexican government? The police force is recruiting now." Casare said, "Is there any organization bigger than this one?"

Dragan was choked by this.

He is a good gang member, so why not become a policeman?

Is he crazy?

"I'll give you a cheap price for this gun. You just need to pay for the shipping and handling fees. I hope you can take care of my business in the future. How about 800 US dollars? We are cousins. I won't cheat you."

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