Working as a police officer in Mexico

"A riot broke out in Plateau Prison!" Resulting in the deaths of 17 prisoners and 3 prison guards"

"The head of Mexico's security department confirmed that the violence in the Plateau Prison resulted in 21 deaths, 17 injuries, and 7 missing. 》

lie!

"That's bullshit."

Victor threw the newspaper on the table, cursed, and said to Best next to him, "These small newspapers just love to write randomly, the number of people is not even up to the number, and they even say they are missing. Do these idiots think they are being eaten by me? "

However, the Mexican tabloid’s news channels are quite sensitive.

Ring ring ring~

The landline phone on the table rang, like a reminder. Victor, who was about to drink water, had to put down the cup and answered the phone, "Hello?"

It was Alejandro calling from the other side.

"Victor, is your work going well?"

"Very well, sir!"

The man on the other side agreed, "I heard that there has been a lot of trouble in the prison recently. Webster even came to me to complain. He said that you don't treat the prisoners as human beings and are very harsh. He also thinks that you have a mental problem."

Victor laughed when he heard this and sat down on the leather chair, "Sir, you don't know who I am, right? The people in the prison are dishonest. I have to educate them. Some people who are in poor health will get sick on their own. Death, I still have the doctor’s record here.”

"That old guy Webster, I think he must be showing off his brain. Don't worry, I will ask him later if he has been too comfortable recently."

Victor spoke calmly, as if he was the warden.

Alejandro rubbed the bridge of his nose helplessly, "Victor, I will be received at the top in two days. I hope nothing happens to you at this time."

"Don't worry, your promotion will also benefit me, right?"

I am a man who is more worried about your future than your father.

After he is promoted, Victor plans to seek the position of director. In prison, he can only be arrogant in this one-third of an acre. To put it bluntly, power cannot be derived.

No matter how awesome you are if you are stuck in a corner, what’s the use?

It is these prisoners who are managed in the prison, while the director with real power who is sent out manages tens of thousands of people. Is it comparable?

The difference between Bi Mawen and the livestock station manager.

Victor hung up the phone tightly, squinted his eyes, and looked at Best, "That old bastard is really fucking tired of living! I didn't find anything to do with him, he just sued me."

"Would you like to give him some color? Kill him as soon as possible so that you can ascend to the throne." Best said bluntly.

Victor thought about it carefully and felt uncomfortable leaving this old turtle to watch. Just when he was about to agree, he heard a knock on the door.

Casare walked in with a solemn expression, "Boss, something happened."

…

Prison playground.

Many prison guards gathered around, whispering to each other, accompanied by shrill cries.

"Get out of the way, what are you guys doing around here? Inspector Victor is here." Casare shouted, and the onlookers automatically gave way to a path.

Victor frowned and saw two female corpses tied up, their faces distorted, their wounds were covered with bloodstains, their eyes were gouged out, and one of the older ones had her fingers chopped off.

And the young woman's mouth was half open, her tongue was gone!

He was completely naked, and his skin was covered in burns from unknown liquids.

He had obviously suffered a lot of abuse before his death.

"In the morning, a van drove over and dropped people at the prison gate. These two people were Franz's wife and mother." Casare pointed to a police corporal kneeling next to him. He looked young and pale. , the energy and energy are gone.

"He and his wife have been married for less than a month."

"This is revenge." Best stood by and looked at Victor, "It's definitely aimed at us."

"Boss, if this is not handled well, I'm afraid..." Casare stood beside him and whispered a few words. Victor's eyes glanced at the prison guards watching nearby, and their eyes dodge.

They have friends and relatives.

This method is too cruel.

To be honest, they were scared.

This is what the Mexican drug cartel does. If I kill you, I will kill your whole family first.

In January 1981, the new mayor of Ensenada, Baja California, took office. His first task was to declare a drug ban. Eight hours later, his body was found along the coast. He had been shot several times. At his funeral, local criminal organizations Tequila raided the scene, killing 17 people.

In February of the same year, Jacopo Junior, the head of the security department in Morelia, the capital of Michoacan state, disappeared while taking his wife and daughter to play in an amusement park.

Seven hours later, the body parts were found in a playground toilet.

He was a member of the anti-drug organization during his lifetime.

Mexican drug traffickers use very "conspicuous" methods to stimulate the nerves of law enforcement officials, as if they are always "warning" them to stay safe in Mexico and not to ruin our good deeds.

Victor looked at the prison guards around him and said, "I don't have anything to say. I just know that killing someone will pay for your life!"

"Call the people from the emergency team to the auditorium. I have something to tell them."

Kasare nodded and hurried to call.

Victor glanced at the corpse on the ground, turned away with a sullen face, and Best could feel the anger building up in him.

When he arrived at the auditorium, the emergency team had already arrived, and everyone stood quietly. Victor walked up to the high platform, with the Mexican national emblem above his head, and slammed his hands on the table, "Those bastards pissed me off, and I'm not happy." , then let’s all die together!”

"The best way to deal with a criminal is always to silence him."

"1,000 pesos per person, 500 pesos for death! Is there anyone willing to do it?"

Victor plans to directly use the "bounty" method to bring chaos to Mexico City!

Don't you like jumping around?

Then let’s see who’s fucking ruthless!

If you take a step back, the Mexican drug traffickers will be so arrogant that they will overturn your last bit of territory.

"Tell those bastards, won't it cost me my life? Come and get it!"

"I'll count to three. If you don't want to, you can leave."

"one!"

The prison guards in the emergency team looked at each other, and many of them looked hesitant.

"two!"

A short man in the first row ran away like a domino. When he saw someone running away, many of them followed him.

Suddenly more than half of the people were missing.

"three!"

When the numbers finally ran out, there were less than 40 people left.

You can't force everyone to be fearless. The first emotion people are born with is fear.

"Very good. You will go to Casare to get the weapons later. Come to me tomorrow with your ears. Whoever performs better will be promoted to the supervisor!"

Those who stay are the brave ones. It is useless to talk to them about dedication and revenge. After all, the ones who died are not your own family members. You have to discuss benefits with them.

There will always be people who take desperate risks.

Mexicans are the most honest.

After the government bankrupted the entire country because of the food bill in 1993, people were even doing it for 500 pesos. Oh, by the way, the rate at that time was about 17 pesos per US dollar.

"Disband!"

After everyone followed Casare to get their weapons, the auditorium suddenly became empty.

"Is there any way to know who did it?"

Best frowned and shook his head, "I don't know, but I can go find out."

"Find them!"

“I want Jesus to convert them!!”

…

Mexico gets a little cooler at night.

It’s almost winter…

The male dog in heat also changed its location to the car.

In a remote place on Calle Calamar (Squid Street), a black Santana was swaying left and right, and you could even hear a very light and heavy breathing.

Apparently…

Doing something inappropriate.

A motorcycle drove slowly over, with two men sitting on it, and stopped when passing Santana.

The car window opened, revealing a man with his upper body exposed, pointing at two people and scolding, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen sex done? Look at your mother and your father!"

The woman wrapped in a blanket next to her also laughed.

The man sitting on the back of the motorcycle raised his hand, holding a grenade inside. He gently picked up the lead with his thumb, and threw it through the window under the horrified eyes of the two people in the car.

The motorcycle drove away.

boom!

The roof of the car was blown off.

The raging flames instantly engulfed the car.

The two of them walked smoothly without any screams.

This is not an isolated case.

In just one hour after nightfall, more than 20 bombings occurred in neighborhoods in northern Mexico!

The phone numbers at the police station were ringing off the hook.

But which policeman dares to come out at night? Default is gangster vendetta.

Jesus had to wear body armor at night in Mexico.

…

Los Insurgentes (The Insurgents) Bar.

Located in the Polanco neighborhood, this area is relatively affluent and is famous for selling gold. Many foreign tourists also like to come here, so it is very lively at night.

Victor walked in with Best, Casare and three prison guards in civilian clothes, and immediately saw the adult program performed on the stage in the middle.

Below there were men partying and women screaming.

What an awesome scene.

Casare was already lustful. He looked at her intently for several times and his Adam's apple rolled several times, but he also understood that he was doing business now.

"Are you sure the person we are looking for is here?" Casare asked.

"Wilbert likes to drink. If you can't find him, there are two places to go, the bar and the funeral home."

Best let a drunkard go and continued to say to everyone, "The most important thing is that he is bisexual and eats both men and women, so it is best to stay away from him."

"He has more information than me and has more informants than me. Some gangsters like to ask him for information. It is said that he has a list in his hand with the addresses of all relatives and friends of high-level government departments."

Walking to Box 203, Best stood at the door and looked through the glass. He immediately saw Wilbert sitting in the middle, hugging him from left to right. He asked two prison guards to stand at the door, while he pushed Opened the door and walked in directly.

The sudden intrusion of several people obviously made Wilbert, who was having a carnival, startled. After seeing the people clearly, his eyes lit up, but he stared at Victor, "Hey! Best, long time no see, I thought you were being raped. Killed."

"My life will definitely be longer than yours." Best looked at Casare and then said to Wilbert, "I want to ask you something."

"I'm not free today, I have to sing with my babies." Wilbert hugged the women on his left and right and kissed them twice.

"I know your rules."

Best took out a dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to him. Wilbert looked at the money in the other person's hand, his eyes shone, but he didn't reach out and looked him up and down, "It seems that you have been doing well recently. "

"This is none of your business. Don't you care about money or background when doing business?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Who threw the body in the plateau prison this morning?"

Wilbert looked at him in surprise when he heard this question, and then seemed to think of something, his eyes fixed on Victor.

"I know who you are!"

"Wilbert!" Best suddenly interrupted him and warned, "You'd better not tell it, it's not in line with the rules."

Wilbert smiled, "Okay! I'm a rule-abiding person. For $10,000, I promise not to call out your name and tell you who the murderer is."

"$10,000!? Is there shit in your mouth? So arrogant?" Casare cursed.

Wilbert ignored him and stared at Victor, "I think you will meet my requirements, otherwise I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave this place if I shout."

Victor looked at him and smiled.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not really, it's just a condition...Ah!!!!!!"

Before Wilbert finished speaking, Victor picked up the bottle on the table and smashed it on his head.

"Fuck!! 10,000 USD? You want my money, I want your life!"

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PS: I will post one chapter first, and the second chapter will be posted at 12 noon, because I need to pull the data. Thank you for your understanding. I will resume posting at midnight next Monday.