Working as a police officer in Mexico

The fight between hundreds of people was fierce and the fighting was brutal!

The police below kept blowing their whistles and hitting the fighting crowd with their batons.

Victor's portrait was trampled on the ground.

The whole scene was in chaos.

Screams, howls, and cries were endless.

Upstairs in the city hall, Victor and Alejandro watched quietly.

"Aren't you going to stop it? Boss." Casare asked softly from the side.

"The police are maintaining order, why should they stop it?"

Victor held a cigarette in his mouth and pointed at the people below who were holding up signs of support, "Today they can support you like this. If one day you don't achieve what they want, they can also oppose you. You have to let them understand that even if Cheering also requires my consent!”

"Call them an ambulance."

Casare nodded hurriedly and trotted away.

"The Deputy Minister of Security of Baja California left one for me." Victor said looking into the distance.

Alejandro was confused, "The security department has arranged this number."

"Then shoot one!"

Victor looked at him, "What are you keeping the waste for? It's up to you to tell me here in Baja California. Others? Let them move to another place."

Now he is not satisfied with the fact that EDM only has 80 people. He has to climb up the ranks. Only when his position rises can he recruit more people.

There are only about 300 people on the island now. Although there are thousands of people in the training camp, Victor feels very insecure.

Mexican drug traffickers are too dangerous!

Benjamin:? ? ? ?

Sometimes Victor's toughness makes Alejandro a little bit too much, but he has a softer personality. Most importantly, he is afraid that the other party will beat him later.

I can only nod with a grimace, "I'll try my best to find a way."

"Don't be so depressed. We eliminated the Tijuana drug cartel. You have to ask the boss in Mexico City for some benefits. If he doesn't want to do it, you go on TV to attack their ideas and make people doubt their anti-drug enthusiasm. You Learn to use the media boldly.”

"Is it okay to curse?"

"Would you like me to teach you a few words?"

Victor patted him on the shoulder, "Only people with personality can make people remember him, Alejandro."

You see, weird things have appeared in many countries after the millennium.

He can make a big deal out of his pants. If it weren't for his family's reputation, people would have laughed to death.

"Smile, don't grimace."

Alejandro forced a smile.

"The murderer at Mexico's National Palace can sit on it, why can't you? Man, listen to me. Before long, all you have to think about is how you should sit in that position."

Victor helped him adjust his suit and patted his shoulder, "We can't be satisfied now. We will build the city of Ensenada. We will be invincible. I plan to invest in several factories here. Do you want to take a share? ? Invite Mr. Mayor and others you think are valuable."

You can't just rely on words to threaten others.

Interest is the best bond.

The caliber is just for these greedy people to sit down and talk.

"You run a factory??" Alejandro's eyes were a little confused and he hesitated, "Victor, drug dealers can't make soap."

"???"

Victor was laughed at this, "Man, are you kidding? Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island are both natural ports. We can export fish, handicrafts, and even industrial industries. What we just did The protesters are right, we have to provide them with jobs. You don’t want the whole city to be filled with prostitutes, homeless people and thieves, do you?”

"In a political system, if you're not at the table, you're on the menu."

"We need development!"

Mexico is actually not poor.

They have many things besides avocados. They have been a major exporter of vegetables for ten consecutive years. Auto parts are even exported to Southeast Asia. In 1989, the domestic output value was US$221.403 billion.

But the most important thing is the money?

He clapped his hands and disappeared.

If you put a dog at the National Treasury, it will bark a little when someone goes to get it, but if you put a Mexican bureaucrat, he will stuff more money in his pants.

At the longest time, civil servants can be owed wages for more than three months.

If it weren't for the "pocket money" given by local drug dealers, he might have been completely paralyzed.

Countries in Latin America are always full of magical realities.

Alejandro suddenly felt that Victor was an "ideal and ambitious" leader, and at least he was mentally normal.

"Leave this matter to me, and I will let the city hall provide the best benefits." He agreed.

He also wanted to develop Ensenada into a major seaport city in Mexico.

You can collect a lot of taxes...

No, that's called maintaining stability and eliminating drug dealers.

"Dong dong dong~"

After knocking on the door, a female secretary walked in wearing high heels. The quality was much higher than the ones on Viguadalupe Island. Victor liked this kind, with a large amount of milk.

"Boss!"

Casare suddenly rushed in from the outside with a solemn expression. He glanced at the woman, frowned, and said in Victor's ear, "The Gulf Cartel announced that it has taken over the territory of the Tijuana drug cartel."

"oh?"

Victor twitched his brows, held the cigarette, and blew out the breath, "Abrego, this dog, has a very sensitive sense of smell."

"Other organizations agreed?"

Casare shook his head, "Sinaloa and Juarez disagreed. There was a large-scale conflict between the three parties in Mexicali, and the local military and police were suppressing it."

"Governor Rafael Marquez has a headache now." Victor caused a lot of trouble.

"Should we send someone over?"

"Whoever goes to this quagmire will die. This is not an island. There are not enough people like us to fill the gap between people's teeth."

Offensive warfare and defensive warfare are completely different.

When they get their wits about them, they can promote the scene under "Uncle Victor". "

By then, there will definitely be many people who hope to "liberate" the entire Baja California themselves.

That is what people want and what everyone expects!

The most important thing is that there are not enough manpower, insufficient funds, and insufficient firepower.

He glanced at the score.

29800000!

No, it's still too little. How about letting Harris blow up the third ward of Gaoyuan Prison?

Anyway…

There's no use keeping those old drug dealers!

The most useful ones are Wards 1 and 2, who use sewing machines.

Casare stood nearby, feeling chilly for some reason.

"But I am issuing a statement to warn the three parties not to harm innocent residents, otherwise we will retaliate for this behavior!"

…

Mexicali, capital of Baja California.

This relatively wealthy city in Mexico is suffering from destruction.

There were firefights everywhere.

The armed drug dealers wore masks and shot randomly at the fleeing pedestrians.

There were also some local social gangs robbing and rioting everywhere.

The military and police stationed here were beaten and retreated. Many people even knelt down and surrendered, but they were still killed by drug dealers.

Governor Rafael Marquez hid in the toilet of his office in a panic, listening to the gunshots outside, the old man's hands were shaking.

jump!

There was a loud sound, and someone kicked down the office door, and then heard chaotic footsteps coming in. Rafael Marquez nervously grasped the small pistol in his hand.

Hearing the sound of drawers being opened outside, I held my breath and concentrated hard.

but…

After all, he was old, so he didn't pay attention to his steps and just sat on the toilet and made a sound.

"Oops!"

Rafael Marquez stared, and the people standing at the door fired at the toilet, running out of bullets.

Mr. Governor died...

The toilet door was opened, revealing two gangsters wearing masks and holding AK47s. He glanced at the gold watch in Rafael Marquez's hand and flashed his eyes. He went up and pulled it, and then pried away all his gold teeth.

"Quick! Come on, the police are coming."

"Don't worry, I'll take another look. Why are you panicking? I know these officials are rich."

The two men finally took away their leather shoes.

It's sad to say that a governor died in his own office!

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