Working as a police officer in Mexico

Bring more people?

Victor squinted his eyes, and of course he heard Alejandro's subtext.

The visitor is not good!

Uncle Victor likes to make trouble.

"Let Kennedy take EDM to Ensenada with me. I want to see what nonsense people in Mexico City can say."

Casare gave full play to the role of the dog-headed strategist, "Boss, do you want the police to drive the boat over? If those bastards come to force us, we will give him a shot!"

"Are you serious? How many guns does the education department have?"

"But you're right. It's better to be careful. I'll do as you say. Replenish the ammunition and send two Katyushas over by ro-ro ship."

If they come hard!

Let them understand what Uncle Victor's slap is.

Arriving at the police station, EDM had already assembled. The group boarded four helicopters. In addition to the Mi-8 and SA.321Ja helicopters, Victor also exchanged for an American Sikorsky H, nicknamed the "Jolly Green Giant" -3 transport aircraft, can carry 28 people.

The other one is the AH-1 "Huey Cobra"!

Vigorously developing air power can maintain smuggling activities in the waters around Guadalupe Island. Just go up and shoot them directly.

However, no drug dealers should dare to take this line in the short term.

More than billions of dollars are lost every year.

Three helicopters protected Victor's plane and quickly arrived in Ensenada and parked on the apron of the city hall. As soon as he stepped off, he saw Alejandro waiting.

The two men held hands tightly.

Alejandro hooked his shoulder to appear very intimate, and lowered his voice, "The person here is called Zafarullah Tejela, and he is here to be a lobbyist."

"For whom? Drug dealer?"

"Who else could be there besides them?" Alejandro said helplessly, "You have killed too many people recently. The drug cartel has lost its most important channel. They cannot accept such a big loss."

Victor nodded and asked the crux of the question, "Why did you call someone from the education department? Does he have a deep connection?"

"He was the Suegro (father-in-law) of Lauro Salinas de Gotari."

This surname Victor sounded so familiar, and suddenly something flashed in my mind, "That bald brother?"

Alejandro nodded.

The bald man is now Mexico’s talkative man, Carlos Salinas!

His brother's father-in-law became a deputy in the education department and then interceded for a drug dealer?

OK OK!

As expected of a corrupt Mexican bureaucrat!

Victor knows that this kind of nepotism is unavoidable in any country, but in this country there are very few people involved in the drug problem.

"Where are the others?"

"In the office." Alejandro said helplessly, "He is quite proud."

Victor nodded, "I just like proud people."

It's better if the bones are harder so that they won't be knocked to death directly.

The group of people walked towards the office. The city hall staff they met on the way greeted him with respect. Victor did not put on any airs and smiled and waved.

"You are more suitable to be a politician than me." Alejandro said with emotion when he saw him like this.

"Politicians don't say who is suitable or not, but whether interests push you or not."

Victor opened the door and raised his eyebrows when he saw the scene in front of him. He saw a somewhat bald middle-aged man with his legs crossed, stroking his chin and looking at the female secretary who was busy inside with evil intentions.

There were many people sitting next to him.

He doesn't look like a good person.

However, the bald Carlos Salinas and his brothers were not good people either. When they were 12 years old, they shot and killed a 12-year-old maid. It was even published in the newspapers at the time, but...

His father was a federal congressman and his family was very prominent.

Zafarullah Tejela, a bald man and deputy minister of education, heard the sound of the door opening and looked over. When he saw so many people standing at the door, he raised his eyebrows and smiled happily, "Victor, come and sit. "

Does this make you the master?

Victor smiled and nodded, walked in and took a look.

No more space.

All seats were full.

"You've gone a little too far recently, and some people are very unhappy, but don't worry, these are just minor problems. It's normal for young people. It was the same when I was like you. Just change it." Zafarullah Te Jela just left him standing.

Then he spoke as if he was lecturing a junior.

"Do you disrespect me?" Victor suddenly said.

"??" Zafarullah Tejela was startled.

Victor kneeled him directly into his ribs, grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall, "TMD! Everyone is coming to greet me, but you won't come? Who do you think you are? You won't come!"

"You do not respect me!"

Victor picked up the familiar weapon "ashtray" on the table and smashed it on his head, "I'm here, even Satan has to stand up, and you sit down and talk to me? Didn't your mother teach you respect!"

Alejandro rubbed his forehead, he knew this was going to happen.

He has already advised Zafarullah Tejela that Victor has a bad temper. Do you know what he said?

"If you have a bad temper, you have to be nice. Mexicans have to be gentlemen."

Okay...

If you want him to be a gentleman, he will beat you to shit.

Alejandro didn't intend to pull him, Victor, if you hit him, don't hit me.

The bottom of the ashtray was about 3cm thick, and the blow was very hard on the other party.

He stood up panting, and kicked the other party's mouth with his heel, breaking his teeth.

Victor turned his head and looked at the people in other positions, pulled Zafarullah Teyela's chair and sat down, "I'll sit here, if I don't come, you have to stand, why are you moving!"

He yelled at a man with glasses, who just adjusted his glasses.

"Take him down and beat him!"

Kennedy and two police officers dragged him to the next room, and screams were heard, but soon there was no sound, obviously his mouth was covered.

"I'm talking up there, and it's good that I didn't ask you to kneel, and you still move." Victor glanced at them and stretched out three fingers.

"I'm here to say three things."

"First, don't be a dog for drug dealers. I'll get you out sooner or later."

"Second, don't pay attention to me. I can't tolerate any sand. If you don't behave, I'll beat you to pieces!"

"Third, you be your official and I'll be my police. If you make me a policeman, I'll make you sit still!"

"Anything else? If not, get out of here."

Victor waved his hand, and several staff members who came with Zafarulla Teyela ran away. When they reached the door, "Wait!"

Several people trembled and turned around with sad faces.

"Drag him away."

They hurriedly carried the unconscious Zafarulla and left in embarrassment.

"You have offended the people above you very badly now." Alejandro sighed.

Victor's eyebrows twitched, "Yes, I offended him too much."

"Since I have offended him, let's be more ruthless. Zafarullah and his men can't leave Ensenada!"

Alejandro's heart trembled, and when he saw that Victor's expression did not seem to be joking, he swallowed his saliva.

"He doesn't respect me. I am a rebellious person."

Who said that you can't be rebellious when you are almost 30?

Puberty comes later.

"There are still people in the Tijuana drug cartel who are resisting. I think we have to be careful recently." Alejandro is also a smart man.

Can't you see it now?

Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island are going against the whole of Mexico and have offended many vested interests.

Victor and Alejandro are reformers and have no way out.

Do you think you can get away with it by bowing your head?

Bowing your head will only make you die faster.

If you are not tough, the drug dealers will climb up the ladder. At that time, they may appear in the toilet, sewer, and wilderness.

Then they will be scattered here and there.

…

"Long live Mr. Victor!"

There was a crowd of people outside the city hall, holding pictures of Victor. When they heard he was coming, a group of fanatical followers were shouting.

Some even put him side by side with the picture of God.

This is the highest treatment.

"We want to work! We want to work!"

Across the street, a group of people also gathered, holding signs that read: "Vamos a comer! no hay narcotraficantes, no tenemos trabajo! (We want to eat! No drug dealers, no jobs!)"

"These bastards, don't they know how disgusting drug dealers are? They are betraying the country."

"It's these fanatics again, ugh!"

The two groups didn't like each other and glared at each other.

Suddenly, I don't know whose shoes flew over, which was a fuse, and the two groups started fighting directly.

Hundreds of people fought together!

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