Working as a police officer in Mexico

Abandoned warehouse.

A cordon has been set up and many police officers are standing around.

A Mercedes-Benz stopped outside the cordon. Kona Velasquez stepped out of the car solemnly and saw Anna lying on the ground and a male corpse not far away.

"Sanborn." He opened the cordon and saw a plainclothes policeman standing next to Anna's body and patted him on the shoulder.

Anyone who can wear plain clothes to the scene anywhere has a certain level of class.

"You came."

Sanborn looked solemn and pointed at the body on the ground, "This is your person."

Kona Velasquez looked at the other party's miserable state, pursed his lips, and nodded.

"He suffered 4 bullets in the abdomen and 3 bullets in the head. We also found out the identity of the body. Thorsten Shipley, Anna's brother, was hit in the head with a heavy object and his skull was shattered. He died. He had been abused before and was tied up with a rope.”

"Has she offended anyone recently?"

This was obviously aimed at her.

Kona Velasquez thought for a moment, what kind of enemy could a bitch in prison have?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a roar. He turned around and saw a dozen motorcycles roaring towards him, arrogantly "surrounding" the police at the warehouse.

This behavior scared the police so much that they dared not move.

There are too many incidents of shootings and attacks on police officers in broad daylight, it all depends on the mood of the drug dealer.

"From Juarez, several of their people died at the door of the warehouse." Sanborn said softly to Conor Velasco next to him. He obviously knew the leader. He put his hands on his hips and shouted, "Walker, What are you here for?"

Those who dare to confront drug lords in this way in Mexico are either drug dealers themselves or have a strong background behind them. But if you think about it, even Camarena was tortured and killed with the DEA behind him, and you will understand that this Sanborn has a lot of ingredients. It’s complicated.

The leading criminal didn't look like a good guy. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips and tight lips. His cruel eyes were frightening. The police around him didn't even dare to look at him.

"Is there any place in Mexico that we don't dare to come to?" Walker roughly opened the cordon and led people into the scene. He looked down at Anna, touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and said to Ma Zai behind him, "Go inside and take a look. look."

"We've taken over here," Sanborn said with a frown.

Walker turned to look at him, "Are you serious?"

She immediately grabbed his neck, took out a pistol and put it against his head, "Do you think I don't dare to shoot? Your cheap stepfather has been killed. Do you still think it's 1978?"

Sanborn's mother was a top celebrity in the red light district. She met a man and later married him as his third wife. He was only 5 years old at the time.

That man's name is Pedro Aviles.

Although he is dead, his influence is still there. The leaders or senior executives of hundreds of drug trafficking organizations in Mexico's 1.9644 million square kilometers have all worked under his banner. This little incense is enough for Sanborn to live "stablely" .

The premise is that you have to shrink down.

Don't think that the drug lords are so afraid of you. What kind of power can a dead old guy have? It's just scattered "jianghu morality".

It’s funny to say that drug traffickers who disrupt social order are sometimes the most particular about “rules.” For example, when Colombia’s Escobar was besieged and disintegrated by the Cali Cartel, the DEA Narcotics Enforcement Agency, and government forces, the Cali Cartel did not He made trouble for his wife and children, but did not kill them all.

Instead, he asked them to sign a pledge not to participate in drug trafficking again, and then sent them abroad without touching his assets.

That is to show Escobar's dignity, and also to show the leaders of other organizations. It doesn't matter if we kill each other, or if we kill family members during fights, but if "I" dies, don't be embarrassed. The rest of the family.

But it happens from time to time that low-level drug dealers kill each other.

This "unspoken rule" was maintained well before the millennium, until the post-warlord era with the emergence of "Los Zetas" and "Jalisco New Generation", it completely changed.

Young people no longer care about martial ethics!

Seeing that Walker was serious, Kona Velasquez reached out to comfort him, "Calm down, calm down, let's deal with things first."

Walker glanced at him, then at Sanborn, pushed him away, and pointed at the latter, "Don't hinder us, give him some money, and let these policemen go back to have afternoon tea."

The man behind him took out a wad of U.S. dollars and threw them on the ground. A police inspector and a senior police officer were treated like this in public. Even though he usually likes money, Sanborn felt embarrassed!

Without even looking at the dollar bills on the ground, he left with a dark face without even saying hello to Kona Velazquez.

Looking at his back, Kona shook his head slightly. What dignity do you need to be a policeman in Mexico?

He didn't have the guts to fight with Walker, and now he was fighting him with a gun. Even Conor Velasquez would admire him as a hero.

He planned to stay away from Sanborn. With his personality, there was no guarantee that he would die unexpectedly at any time. How stupid!

But what this world is most in need of is idiots.

In December 2017, Juan Rosales, a Mexican Internet celebrity with millions of fans and known for his funny jokes, was shot to death in a bar because he cursed a drug cartel leader on social media.

If you criticize drug lords in Mexico, doesn't that mean you're opening a soap factory in the United States?

Kona Velazquez looked down at Anna, shook his head, and drove away.

When Walker entered the warehouse with Ma Zi, he saw densely packed bullet holes, with an average of more than a dozen per person.

"Boss, I found the bullet casing." A younger brother handed him a bullet casing. Walker took a look and saw that a standard 9×19 mm bullet was too general and could be used in many firearms.

"First, take the body back and examine it to find out what kind of weapon it is. Ask someone to ask if any strangers have come here recently. I don't believe it. I searched all over Mexico City and still can't find them!"

Walker slammed the bullet casing onto the ground.

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Outside Plateau Prison.

Dragan raised his hand and looked at his watch. His face was a little anxious. He hammered the roof of the car. He was a little addicted to drugs. He yawned and bumped his younger brother with his elbow. "Cisse, have you got any powder?" "

"Boss, you don't plan to smoke here."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just a prison? Stop talking nonsense and give it to me quickly."

The younger brother couldn’t bear to part with it. It was quite expensive to buy, and the internal price also cost money. He hesitated, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fat body dragging a suitcase out of the door, “Boss, your cousin is out. "

Dragan looked up and saw the familiar fat face, waved and shouted.

When Casare saw him, he pulled down his black backpack, grabbed his suitcase and walked over, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Dragan sniffed, "No, no, get in the car."

The boy next to him was very discerning and helped open the car door, smiling at Casare. He knew that this person was an "important" person now.

For the first time, Casare was a little embarrassed when someone opened the door. After sitting in the car, Dragan couldn't wait to ask, "Where's the goods?"

"What's the rush?"

That's what Casare said, but he still opened the suitcase, which contained the parts of the AK47 neatly. "Here are 5 AK47s, 500 rounds of 7.62mm bullets, and 10 anti-1 grenades..."

"Didn't the phone say 10 long guns and 10,000 rounds of ammunition?" Dragan asked hurriedly.

"Do you think I am someone who can move so many things? An AK costs 4.3 kilograms, not counting bullets. Do you think I am Superman or Batman?"

Casare said angrily, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "There is an address on it. You go over and find a man named Holder to pick up the rest of the goods, and he will give it to you."

"That's good, that's good." Dragan leaned forward to prepare the box, but Casare reached out to block it. "Give me money first, $1,000 for the AK, $1 for five rounds of bullets, and $40 for grenades."

"total is…"

Casare frowned, unable to calculate clearly. He took out his calculator while Dragan and others looked at him in confusion, "$12,400. We only want cash, no checks."

"Why has the price increased? Isn't the AK47 $800?"

"The Soviets lost the war in Afghanistan. The prices of goods purchased from them have increased, and the prices of the original factories have also increased. We have to make some money. Don't worry, I can't lie to anyone. I can't lie to you."

Dragan looked at him suspiciously.

"You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. When the goods arrive, I will give them to you."

Casare just shook his head, "This is not okay, this is against the rules."

Dragan frowned and proposed to give it to the other side separately, but the other side also refused. The reason was that the other side had no finances and limited manpower. He was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Are you still afraid that I'll run away? It's not like you don't know where my home is. What we pay attention to in the arms business is trust, and we're not doing a one-time business. Right? You've tried this product. Do you think it's okay? If you give me money, you take it. If you don’t give me money, I’ll sell it to someone else.”

“In Mexico, arms are more sought after than chastity.”

Dragan stared at Casare, who did not panic. The other party had no choice but to say to his younger brother, "Pay!"

"Don't lie to me, I know where your home is."

This threat is very strong. It is too common for cousins ​​to turn against each other. Guzman knows that there are four of his cousins ​​who founded the famous Beltran Leyva Group, and the two sides turned against each other.

You know, the four of them started a joint venture with Guzman in the planting business when he was 15 years old, and they followed him until middle age. But just like that, when there were differences in interests, they just went ahead with it.

Who cares?

For more than $10,000, Dragan could really do what he wanted to do to kill Casare's family.

After receiving the money, Casare didn't care about his threats. He counted the money in front of him and said with a smile, "If any customer wants weapons, remember to contact me and I can give you a dividend. By the way, we are called "New" Hope” company.”

This is a company registered by Best at the request of his boss.

Main business: selling pork, beef and mutton.

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