Reborn American Giants

The sign of the Arbor Bar, located in the 13th neighborhood of Santa Rosa, is still like a bright guiding sign in the night, attracting the eyes of those customers who are looking for a good deal, especially from the door that is constantly opening and closing.

The bursts of sound coming from inside can be heard clearly even when walking on a street with not many pedestrians.

From the entrance to the east section of the street, a police car with its lights flashing but no siren sounding was slowly driving westward along the street of Arbor Bar.

Officer Valdivieso Iprada was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel in one hand and a bottle of iced juice in the other. He was humming a little song and looked at the clothes on both sides of the street with a relaxed expression as he walked slowly.

Exposed street girl.

The police car was driving very slowly. If anyone was paying attention, you could see those women with heavy makeup approaching the open window one by one when Valdivieso's car drove over, holding their hands that had been prepared for a long time.

A few good bills were thrown directly into the car through the open window.

Well, anyone with a discerning eye will know what's going on. Valdivieso is the police officer responsible for managing this area.

The money these street girls threw into the police car was today's "security fee", which was not much, 200 colones. According to the current exchange rate between colones and US dollars, it was only about 15 US dollars.

It's just the price these people pay for picking up a customer.

As long as they pay the money honestly, they can safely solicit customers and do business on this street. For those who do not pay the money, Valdivieso cannot guarantee whether they will

Encountered all kinds of troubles.

What, doesn't it mean that gangsters don't care about the police at all? Why is Valdivieso so open and honest about collecting "security fees" near the fraternity's home base?

The weakness of the police depends on where they are. In slums with complex terrain and people, the police naturally dare not go deep.

But in the neighborhoods outside the slums, the San Salvador police announced to the public that through the efforts of the police officers who are dedicated to combating illegal crimes, they have stabilized the security situation in each neighborhood. Of course, how much of this is

The degree of authenticity is really worth considering.

Just like what Valdivieso is doing now, some police officers in the precinct have already reached a secret agreement with the Brotherhood that actually controls the neighborhood.

They ensure that the police will not interfere with the fraternity's business, and in some cases will provide some information to the fraternity's people.

In return, the brothers in the fraternity cannot let the brothers in the police station drink from the northwest wind. There are seniors and juniors in every family, and they have a large family to support.

Therefore, police officers like Valdivieso can draw certain fees from various businesses of the Brotherhood, euphemistically called "security management fees". In fact, it is a way of collusion between the police and gangsters. The Brotherhood acquiesces to the police.

You can get certain benefits from their business, but in exchange, a group of police officers who were originally responsible for cracking down on them will turn a blind eye to their actions.

The street was not long, and soon Valdivieso drove to the west exit. He lowered his head and glanced at the pile of banknotes piled haphazardly on the driver's seat next to him.

These little pieces of paper that made him feel happy in the past could not arouse his interest today. Valdivieso's mind returned to what happened in the Santa Rosa branch when he came.

Just as today's day's work has been completed, Valdivieso is preparing to drive to collect today's "management fee". He is still thinking about whether after collecting the money, he will ask Aguero to go to the place he went to last time.

That bar is cool.

Thinking of the enchanting body and red lips of the **** he fell in love with last time, Valdivieso felt that his lower body was a little swollen, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his heart.

It gave him a desire that he couldn't wait to vent.

However, a strange man with a cold face knocked on the car window, awakening Valdivieso's lust. His original anger melted away like snow in the sun in front of the certificate in the man's hand.

The large words "Ministry of the Interior" on the document reminded Valdivieso that the identity of the man in front of him was the political police of the Ministry of the Interior, a group of people who were said to be murderous and unblinking.

Don't blame the Ministry of Internal Affairs for its bad reputation. This department, retained by Jose, originated from a department during the Romero military government. Its main job responsibilities were to deal with dissidents who were dissatisfied with the military dictatorship.

During the Jose era, the responsibilities of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were transformed into the prevention of espionage and anti-communism. However, no matter how the transformation was carried out, those who entered the secret prison of ins never saw anyone come out alive.

No matter what the outside world speculates, Valdivieso, as a police officer, naturally knows that these people are a bunch of perverts with a license to kill.

How could these murderers find a little policeman like him?

Valdivieso guessed uneasily, and at the other party's impatient urging, he opened the car door and got out of the car, and was then taken to a narrow office...

Looking at the pile of evidence before him, Valdivieso's body was shaking like chaff. He knew that even without the charges in front of him, these lunatics from the Ministry of Internal Affairs wanted to punish a little policeman like him.

It’s also easy. What’s more, the evidence is now conclusive!

The leading secret policeman put a hand on Valdivieso's shoulder and seemed to have a pleasant look on his face. He whispered in his ear for a while, then left the words "think about it" and then opened the door and left.

go.

Although Valdivieso was still frightened, his mind was running wildly. He knew that the other party didn't seem to care about him, but if he didn't do what the other party said, I believe that in the secret prison of the Ministry of Internal Affairs

, there must be countless ways to deal with him as a black policeman...

Throwing the empty juice box out of the car window, Valdivieso turned the steering wheel and skillfully turned the car around again, slowly drove back from the other lane, and stood on the other side.

The street girls on one side, like their companions, all came closer.

"Officer Valdivieso, I haven't opened the business today yet. Do you think it's okay if I give it to you tomorrow?"

The speaker was a woman wearing a black leather skirt and her hair was permed into wavy curls. Valdivieso knew her. This woman's name was Utelina, and she was a veteran on this street.

Valdivieso glanced at the other party's dazzling breasts, which were squeezed together with the car window open, and deliberately whistled, "Utelina, you know the rules..."

"I don't want to either," Utelina noticed Valdivieso's gaze and deliberately shook her body, causing her breasts to ripple, and said coquettishly.

"How long have you been standing here today?" Valdivieso asked with a thought.

"Hey, I've been here since five o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know what happened today. None of those stinky men are there..."

"No need to find excuses anymore," Valdivieso said with a deliberately straight face. He turned sideways, opened the door on one side, and shook his head towards Utelina, "Get in the car..."

"Fuck, this damn bastard," Utelina cursed in her heart. She knew what Valdivieso meant. It seemed like she was going to take another business in vain today.

However, her movements were not slow. She threw the leather shoulder bag she was carrying into the back seat, reached out to push aside a large pile of Colon on the passenger seat, and got directly into the police car.

At the same time, he said in a complaining manner: "Let's talk about it first, and you'll have to pay me the taxi fare back later..."

"Don't worry, even if I want to send you back in person later, you will definitely not agree..."

Valdivieso said meaningfully, then stepped on the accelerator, and the police car with flashing lights cut through the night and disappeared on Arbor Street...