Working as a police officer in Mexico

"If you have a connection with arms, I think we can make a fortune together," Alejandro said.

Doing business?

Of course Victor is interested.

He sat up slightly and said, "Please tell me carefully."

Being able to get him to say "please" is a big deal.

"I will be transferred to the senior assistant of the Mexican Security Department, responsible for the anti-drug work in Chihuahua, and coordinate with the military. Last night, a senior student of mine who I had not contacted for a long time suddenly contacted me. He hoped that I could help him contact the military. Get in touch and sell him some weapons.”

Victor raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "What does your senior do?"

The Mexican military has always been at the forefront of corruption. They will sell their weapons to drug lords in exchange for money. The drug traffickers use the military's weapons to kill civilians. To a certain extent, the military is also an accomplice.

But let’s be honest, the Mexican government’s military spending is really rubbish.

Can you imagine that military spending in 1989 was less than $1.5 billion?

The army doesn't even have a decent tank, it's all armored vehicles.

What about the Air Force?

American-made F-5E.

The navy has nearly 40,000 people and has established two fleets, equipped with two "Keeling" class destroyers and frigates made in the United States in the 1960s.

What kind of warship is the Keeling class? It was built by the United States at the end of World War II. It was originally intended to fight the Japanese in the Pacific. However, after it was built, the Japanese failed to hold on and surrendered, making these ships useless. .

In the 1980s, Americans stopped using them and started selling them on a large scale.

Even the King Shichibukai looked down on this thing, and they would rather use their own boats.

Salaries are generally the lowest in the industry, and you won't have to pay so much if you go begging.

You don't want to give me money, but you still want me to beat up drug dealers?

You put a condom on your head - you put it on the wrong head.

So in brutal drug gun battles, you can even see Mexican soldiers wielding sticks.

Magical and abstract Latin American world.

"You should have heard his name. His name is Aguilar, the former commander of Mexico's Federal Security Service and the current spokesman in Juarez."

Damn it!

Big brother, your old classmate is so obsessed with you, why are you so miserable?

But after thinking about it, I can understand that most drug lords put "profit first" and you are not qualified to bring them benefits. They don't think you are an old classmate.

"Then you didn't contact the military?"

Alejandro's tone suddenly became high-pitched, "Why not? I contacted Brigadier General Derek Alvarez of the 18th Division in Chihuahua, and he told me that the army's weapons were less than 25% , were all sold by the former commander!”

"Even armored vehicles were sold."

Victor's butt felt numb after hearing this. The degree of decay of the Mexican army was still beyond his imagination.

Alejandro took a deep breath, "Aguilar is a very proud man. He doesn't like others to reject him. I have no choice, so I approached your buddy."

"I know him, but sir, what do you need?" Victor asked directly.

It’s all about interests, why bother talking about favors?

If you talk about human relations in Mexico, you are not far from death.

"30,000 US dollars, my introduction fee, and you can rest assured that I will put in a good word for you."

"No problem, I'll have it delivered to your home."

Victor agreed readily, and it was not a big problem if it could be solved with money.

After the time was agreed upon, Victor was about to hang up the phone when Alejandro on the other end shouted again, "Wait, there is one more thing."

"The day after tomorrow is the Day of the Dead, and the security tasks in Mexico City are relatively heavy. The security department hopes that you can send personnel to take charge of the security of Miski Town starting tomorrow."

Have all the prison guards been pulled out to stand guard?

Is it so outrageous?

Victor frowned. He also knew that this was an order from the security department. It was useless even if you complained, "How many people are needed?"

"There is no requirement, but it is better to bring more people. As you know, there are always some drunkards who like to cause trouble on the Day of the Dead. Your own safety is the most important."

After hanging up the phone, Victor touched his chin.

There are a lot of accidents on this Day of the Dead, so you need to bring more people, and it is best to have an armored vehicle. Even if you face a gun battle, you don't have to be afraid.

But he looked at his points: 10,789 points.

This is not enough to exchange for a wheel, and even doing business with Juarez is not enough to exchange for weapons.

You have to take big steps when doing things as a person, even if you get into trouble.

At worst, put a band-aid on the egg.

There was a sinister look in Victor's eyes. It looked like he had to pull out the old immortal from the third ward and sacrifice him. He pressed the intercom and said, "Casare, come here."

…

night.

Cicily Falcón lay curled up in a corner, drowsily asleep.

Suddenly, he felt the sound of the cell door being opened. He, who had been sleeping relatively lightly, suddenly woke up. He raised his head suddenly and saw three figures rushing over. One of them covered his mouth tightly.

Sicily Falcon's pupils widened, she kicked her feet hard and made a whining sound. She wanted to struggle, but she was already thin and she didn't eat well in prison because she had no money.

Nutrition can’t keep up.

One of them took out a rope as thick as his thumb, put it directly around Sicily Falcon's neck, and strangled him hard.

Cicily Falcon's eyes almost popped out, her face turned red, her cheekbones trembled, she even smelled the smell of urine, and streams of liquid filled the air.

He made a "loud" sound in his throat and waved his hands around, but soon his body stiffened, and then he lay down softly.

He was strangled directly!

The three men had a clear division of labor. They hung the rope on the bed, and then put Sicily Falcon's head into the rope, as if hanging. Their technique was not very professional.

After everything was done, the three men closed the cell door and left.

I didn't see a pair of eyes staring at him in the first cell.

…

Cicily Falcon is dead!

This news shocked the Third Ward. Superintendent Conor Velazquez swallowed his saliva when he looked at Falcon's tragic situation in front of him.

There was a prison doctor squatting next to him. He looked at the marks on the man's neck and then at the scene, "Superintendent, he should have hanged himself."

"Hang yourself?!"

Kona Velasquez felt ridiculous, pointed at the rope hanging casually on the bed, and laughed angrily, "Would you like to try hanging yourself?"

Prison doctors are in a dilemma.

At this moment, a voice appeared at the door, "What's going on?"

Kona Velasquez turned his head and saw Victor standing at the door. This made his eyes look complicated. He was originally a small deputy superintendent, but now he has directly become his boss.

"Warden." The guards in the prison shouted, and Conor Velasquez reluctantly followed suit, "Deputy Warden."

Victor glanced at him.

You don't want to make progress at all.

"Cicily Falcon committed suicide by hanging, and she died more than eight hours ago," the prison doctor said.

Victor became angry when he heard this and looked at Kona angrily, "How do you manage this? How could you commit suicide? Are you on patrol?"

Three consecutive attacks directly confused Kona.

"If you can't do your job well and can't see your people yet, you will be suspended for review. Casare will manage the Third Ward part-time." Victor frowned and said directly.

Kona's face suddenly turned ugly.

But in Victor's eyes, he could only admit it in frustration.

"The body was taken away according to the procedure and taken to be cremated."

Before Victor left, he glared at Kona fiercely. Casare behind him patted his shoulder and said warmly, "It's okay. That's it for the warden. I will tell him. When he calms down, you Just come back and I’ll take care of it for you first.”

When Victor was about to walk out of the prison, he suddenly turned his head and saw Stepan Blanchard hurriedly moving his eyes to the book in his hand, with sweat slowly dripping from his temples.

"Stepan." Victor suddenly said.

"Yes, in..." The other party shouted subconsciously.

"Read more books and read them carefully. If you read too many books, you won't have random thoughts."

When Stepan Blanchard met Victor's eyes, his face turned pale and he nodded in panic.

Victor gave him one last deep look and walked out of the prison.

Stand at the door.

He said to Casare, "Stepan doesn't seem to be in good health. Do you think he has any infectious diseases?"

Casare understood immediately.

"Then I'll move him to another prison and observe and manage him on my own."

"You are in charge of the Third Ward. Don't let suicides happen."

"I understand."

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