Working as a police officer in Mexico

Alejandro walked into the office tiredly and threw his briefcase on the sofa.

He has been feeling tired recently. Because of what happened last time, his wife and daughter have been having nightmares at night. He hates the police sergeant named Victor Carlos Vieri!

It’s not like I haven’t thought about finding someone.

But what cruel person does he know?

Being a police officer in Mexico has the lowest status. The drug dealers give you face and give you some pocket money every month. If you don't give you face, you won't be able to tell the difference between the king and the king. I guarantee you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

In 1987 alone, more than 700 Mexican police officers died, and about 17 police stations were openly attacked by drug traffickers.

In peaceful areas, countries where government institutions are strong in deterrence, drug dealers are like mice to cats when they see the police.

In Mexico…

A police officer is worse than a dog raised by a drug dealer.

The most important thing is that after the Camarena incident in 1985, almost all the top brass of the police force were wiped out.

The United States is scared to death. Brother, you are selling drugs in the government.

This has further damaged the image of the Mexican police.

It’s pretty good if you don’t get stoned while walking on the road.

Alejandro shook his head, put some black tea leaves in the cup, and was about to get up to pour water when he heard a knock on the door. He raised his head and saw two strange men standing at the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"We are looking for you." The leading man took off his gloves and stretched out his hand, "Good morning, Director Alejandro, my name is Victor Carlos Vieri."

Bang.

Alejandro's teacup fell directly to the ground. The glass shattered all over the floor, and the water rolled to his feet. He jumped because it was so hot that he took the broom next to him to sweep up the broken glass.

This hand was held down by someone, and a big face came over with a smile on his face, "Just leave this to me."

"Just leave it to Casare. Director, won't you invite me to sit down?"

Alejandro looked at him, his eyes twitching slightly, how could he forget this name? Why did he come to your door?

He raised his chin slightly and said, "Please sit down."

Alejandro took out the paper from the table and pressed the burned area on his hand, "That matter of yours is not my claim."

"I know, this is all a misunderstanding. I also want to apologize to you. As soon as I was suspended, I complained a few times to my friends. They were nice people and vented their anger on me. Your wife and daughter were not frightened, right?"

friend?

Your friend is so... so wild.

If he disagrees with someone, he will go to someone's home with a gun and demand an explanation.

Victor took out an envelope from his pocket, about the thickness of two fingers, and put it in front of him, "This is their apology. I have educated them. How can they use knives or guns to treat a senior police officer like you?" You have to be reasonable, they realized their mistake, and this is the mental damage fee they entrusted me to bring to you.”

Alejandro, who had been "experienced", could tell how much money there was just by looking at it. Although what the other party said was nonsense, it still made him feel a little comfortable.

Alejandro knew that this was the step given by Victor, so he climbed down the stairs. "It's okay, I understand, but I'd better try to be gentle in the future."

"Of course, we are all educated."

Casare was sweeping the floor and was startled when he heard this.

educate?

Even if two people come together, they can't even get the blood pressure score.

"I came here this time, firstly, to apologize, and secondly, because I have something good I want to talk to you about." Victor coughed as he spoke, and Alejandro understood immediately and stood outside the door. Ask a colleague to pour two glasses of water.

"My friends found the murderer of the shooting in Tepito neighborhood. They believed that this kind of person had a strong anti-social personality and should be brought to justice, so they found me. I can catch these people, but give me The help provided is very limited. I would like to ask Director Alejandro, are you interested?”

"Perhaps you can use this merit to be promoted to chief superintendent and be transferred from this position?"

The Prison Service is only a second-level unit, and the highest police rank within it is Inspector Jefe (Senior Superintendent), who is actually assigned.

"Sir, you don't want to retire here. You are only 45 years old and it is still early to retire. Do you want to take a gamble?"

Alejandro's first thought was that this guy was lying to him.

Who doesn’t benefit from it himself and introduces it to others?

"Of course, my requirements are not high. Help Casare and I rise in police rank. I want to be the deputy warden of Plateau Prison, and he will be the warden of the second prison district. This request is not difficult for you. Right?" Victor said, pointing to the two of them.

Alejandro frowned. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have become a senior superintendent in his life. It was not that easy to climb up there. But he was a little hesitant about the sweets he fed into his mouth. He said bluntly, "Why are you looking for me?"

Of course it's because I know where your family lives, idiot.

But you can't say this blatantly.

Victor sat up straight and laughed, "Of course it's because I think you are different from other police officers. You have a strong sense of justice."

When you praise someone, always praise what others don't have.

Just like when you go to talk to someone on the street, you can't praise other people's women for being beautiful. This is very broad. You have to praise her for her big butt, which will leave a deep impression on her.

"Sir, you don't need to pay anything at all. Leave it all to us. When the time comes, I will even arrange for reporters to record everything for you. The credit will definitely go to you."

Alejandro thought carefully for a moment, and he was really moved, "Okay! As long as I am promoted to chief superintendent, the first thing I will do is make you the deputy warden. Even if you want to get rid of Webster, I will help you." ”

“Happy to work with!”

Victor snapped his fingers, and Casare next to him held a gift box with both hands, "This is my meeting gift for you."

When Alejandro opened the gift box, he saw an amber pistol about 5 centimeters inside, and his eyes were immediately drawn to it.

Mexicans are very passionate about jade.

"This is too expensive."

"Our friendship is more valuable than anything, Alejandro."

Gift-giving works well in any country.

The director who received the gift even invited the two of them to stay for lunch. Of course it was in the cafeteria, but he brought out the red wine he had collected.

When he came out of the Prison Administration Bureau, Victor's face was red, and Casare was still supporting him.

After walking a few hundred meters, Victor looked back, let go of Casare's hand, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

"You're not drunk!"

"You have to be good at acting at the wine table, otherwise can you make the leader drunk first?" Victor patted the confused Casare on the shoulder and said with a smile.

The young policeman suddenly felt that he was not experienced enough. How could human beings be so sophisticated?

Sitting in the car, Victor blew out a smoke ring and asked, "Are things arranged?"

"I found 6 people, all of whom are from the emergency team. They play very close to me. Sanborn is in the hospital and I also found someone to send him a letter of report. Tomorrow at eight o'clock, I made an appointment with Dragan outside the prison. market, tell him to bring the weapons and we will maintain them for free.”

"Where are the reporters?"

"I also made arrangements. I found a tabloid reporter and I asked him to sit at the market from 7 o'clock. As long as he sat until noon, I would give him 200 pesos. He agreed."

"How about asking Best to find some gangsters?" Casare suddenly said.

Victor's eyelids trembled, "Why do you call gangs to come when the police are doing things?" Glancing at Casare who was driving, he continued,

Those people can't get on the stage.

What future can a policeman who has always been associated with gangsters have?

Just resign.

Only very low-level police officers are friends with gangsters.

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Brothers, the gain outweighs the loss! ! ! !