Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Be careful, don't hit the screen."

Casare opened the dormitory and directed two prison guards to put a TV into Victor's room.

Now that I have made money, I have to give myself something, otherwise what is the point of making money? Not for fucking enjoyment.

We even made an appointment to install the air conditioner.

I originally thought of living outside, but after thinking about it, there are too many enemies now, and the possibility of being shot in the dark has increased to 150%. Because of the "leaf incident" two days ago, as expected, Victor was offered a reward of 2,000 pesos by the blood alliance.

There is no chance that you will meet a woman on the street and just want to strike up a conversation, but she will sieve you.

Don’t underestimate the vengeance of drug lords.

What's the saying?

In the United States, the Mafia wipes out witnesses so they cannot testify in court, and in Mexico, drug traffickers wipe out entire courtrooms.

Victor knows that only those who fear fear will live longer.

After the prison guards helped get the TV set, Casare personally escorted them out. When leaving, he took out two 50-peso bills and stuffed them into their police uniform pockets.

"Man, no need, no need." The prison guard politely declined.

"I wish you a happy Sunday in advance. Take it, you can go have a drink tonight." Casare patted their shoulders.

The two prison guards didn't shirk it either. Who wouldn't be happy to see the money?

After closing the door, Casare saw Victor pressing the TV channel and jokingly said, "Hey, Victor, adult programs need to be opened on the TV station."

"I was just watching the news." Victor nodded slightly.

Casare saw a blond female reporter on TV. She was quite good-looking and had a good figure. "She looks good, but she seems to be older. You can see her breasts are drooping."

"It gets better with age, man."

The two laughed.

"There was a violent conflict in the Tepito neighborhood behind me last night. A group of unidentified people armed with AK47 rushed into a bar and fired randomly, killing 116 people and injuring 78 people..." The female reporter looked solemn, standing next to the TV A black and white video appeared in the corner, showing two cars parked in front of the bar at 11 o'clock last night.

Then I saw a dozen people coming down, wearing black hoods on their heads. They opened fire at the door. A man and a woman who were eating each other were knocked to the ground. This group of extremely vicious people rushed in...

"Obviously, these gangsters have very fierce firepower. Officer Sanborn, did the police find anything about this?"

The camera zoomed out, and a man appeared next to him with a police title hanging on his chest. His expression was very serious. Hearing the female reporter's inquiry, he looked at the camera and said, "The police are tracking the murderer. They have found clues so far, but it is not convenient to announce them to the public."

"So where do these people get their weapons? Does it mean there is a very serious arms trading market in Mexico City?"

Faced with reporters' questioning, Sanborn could only say no comment with a dark face.

"Do you think it's your cousin's gang?" Victor turned to Casare and asked.

"It's very similar. Do you need me to call him and ask him?"

"Of course not. What customers do with our weapons has nothing to do with us. We are just suppliers. When you sell condoms, do you still ask customers which eye they got?"

Victor picked up the tea cup and saw that the water in it was a little cold. He opened the window and poured it outside. Then he said, "Don't you think this is a good advertisement?"

Drug lords are much better informed than the police.

The police are the third person to know what you are transporting through customs. The first person is the person involved, and the second person is the drug lord.

This is simply a living advertisement. The drug lords will definitely ask where this batch of goods came from. It is too risky to buy from the American black market, and the quantity produced cannot satisfy the entire Mexico.

Victor's eyes were already "$" and "$".

As for the bar victim who was beaten to death?

My mother said that those who don’t go home at 11 or 12 pm are not good children. However, the whole country will definitely observe a moment of silence at that time. After all, there are too many deaths, and this is considered a very serious vicious incident in Mexico.

I can't help but pray a few more words for you tonight.

You want me to send flowers? No money?

Just when Victor was about to continue to use this incident to make a profit, the big brother on the table rang loudly. I bought this thing before selling the arms. There must be a contact number.

It’s so low for a boss to have a landline phone.

When Casare picked up, he heard Best's voice on the other side.

The other party was very excited, "Hey hey hey, I contacted Holder and negotiated a deal."

…

The Chimahuacan favela stretches across Mexico City.

The chaos inside is endless!

Strange women walked in, lost two bra cups the next day, and of course, died.

There are nearly 1.9 million people living below the poverty line. They are hungry after every meal. Naturally, the public security is not that high.

Boom~boom~

A roar echoed through the Islaparolada neighborhood. , the surrounding residents raised their heads and saw an old-fashioned Moto Guzzi 850 produced by the Le Mans Company, with a pure silver body, it was really running wild.

Although it was an old antique from 1976, 13 years ago, it couldn't stand the fact that the people around me were poor and had few bicycles, let alone motorcycles. The middle-aged man stared at it with indescribable envy in his eyes. The younger ones chased each other naked.

"That seems to be Andrea?" the sharp-eyed person said to the neighbor next to him.

"Did you read that right? How could he afford a motorcycle?"

"I heard he was dealing drugs..."

Before he finished speaking, a neighbor grabbed his arm. You can't talk about drug dealers in the slums. Their ears are sharper than dogs.

Andrea enjoyed the envious gazes and drove the car to the door of her house. A woman inside heard the noise and came out, holding a half-grown little girl with a baby on her back. She looked tired. , was startled when she saw him.

"Hi, Mom!"

He opened his hand and hugged the other person. The woman looked a little defensive and frowned at the motorcycle, "Where did you steal this from?"

"I bought this, I made money." Andrea said with a smile, and even said without hesitation, "I found a new boss, he is very generous, he has 600 pesos a month, I want to send Catherine to read."

He has always had the belief to study because he has seen that a lawyer with a briefcase makes more money than a thousand men with AK47s.

"Are you joining a gang again? How many times have I told you not to participate in these criminal activities? Do you want me to collect your body tomorrow?" The woman looked at Andrea and was so angry that she burst into tears. Out.

Many parents in the slums may have been in gangs, but they definitely don't want their children to go there, because they know better than anyone how ugly and dark it is.

Andrea's father worked for a gang and died.

"But you can make money working for them."

Andrea forced a smile and looked at the emaciated relatives in front of her, "I haven't read a book, and the factory doesn't want me. If I don't kill people and set fires, am I going to die?"

"The boss gives me money and I do things for him. I want to make money. I want to take you out of this slum and earn more while you are young. Mom, the most difficult path in this world is the right path. Am I wrong?"

Those who stand firm in their true intentions in a dirty world are either great or dead.

If he can't bear it, he will have no choice but to join in the trouble.

Celia didn't know how to refute what her son said. She had never read a book, was raped by a drug dealer at the age of 18, and got married at the age of 19. She only knew that it was really tiring to raise a child.

But there are no contraceptive measures, and hospital abortions are very expensive, so sometimes you have no choice but to give birth.

"Catherine, my brother bought you your favorite candy." Andrea took a bag from the car, shook it and smiled at the little girl.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she took it, even stuffed her little head into the bag, couldn't wait to open a piece of candy and put it in her mouth, and then took it out generously and handed it to Celia and her brother.

"Eat it, be good~"

Celia touched her head and looked at Andrea, "Come in, this motorcycle will be stolen if it is left outside."

Andrea nodded. He also knew how chaotic this place was, but young people couldn't help but show off. Isn't the most important reason for making money is to show off?

But this place in Kimahuakan, even if it is a piece of shit, someone will rob it.

The family was having dinner when four members of the Mexican beheading gang, the gang that controlled their neighborhood, rushed in and dragged Andrea out.

Andrea wanted to draw his gun to resist, but he was too close and was viciously pushed to the ground by several people, holding his head down.

"It seems you have found a good gang." One of the four men, a man with a hooked nose, exhaled while playing with Makarov in his hand.

"Let me go, Marcello! I've left the gang, I did what you asked me to do!"

The other party smiled cruelly, "There is no leaving in Mexico, only death!"

In order to retain their members, local gangs do not allow people to switch sides. Many drug trafficking organizations will even kidnap each other's family members in order to get fresh blood and force them to work for their organization.

Therefore, loyalty is generally low.

Catherine was frightened by the sudden intruder, but she covered her mouth and did not dare to cry. When Celia went up, she was pushed to the ground and could only watch as he was dragged away.

Andrea didn't want to die, so she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Go to Elvisto Street and find Holder to save me!"

He was thrown into the trunk of the car. Before leaving, the other party gave Celia a cold look and walked away.

After waiting for the others to leave, Celia rushed to Elvisto Street like crazy, but after asking many people on the block and not knowing anyone, she finally found a local restaurant, where Holder and the others just happened to get food. , which reached the latter’s ears.

His little brother was kidnapped by his former "company", which is not a small matter.

If he was left alone, Andrea would definitely die, perhaps beheaded and thrown into the street to intimidate members of the organization who wanted to "defect."

But Holder doesn’t just let go of his own people!

He came out to hang out and stood up for the younger brothers!

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