Working as a police officer in Mexico

Luciano, the anti-drug commander, is not a good person.

In 1987, when the United States and Mexico jointly raided Tijuana, he contacted Benjamin and Ramon brothers, and the two escaped, and 17 Mexican anti-drug police were sacrificed for this.

By the way, the two brothers in Tijuana are the nephews of "Godfather" Gallardo.

They once entrusted Luciano to help his uncle in prison, so he had a good relationship with the former warden Webster.

This should be one of the reasons why he was unhappy with Victor.

The relationship in Mexico is very complicated.

"I ask again, sir, can it be changed!"

"Security! Security!!"

An interrogation officer shouted loudly, and someone rushed out.

"Stop!" Victor shouted, and the EDM members quickly pulled the bolt to load the gun, and this action instantly scared everyone.

Even Alejandro was scared.

"Victor... You need to calm down, you are a policeman!"

Victor looked back at him and nodded with a smile, "Of course I will not ruin my reputation for a few bastards who are in cahoots with drug dealers."

"I just want to say that you are not qualified to judge me from a high point, sir, you make the Mexican police feel ashamed!"

"Don't think I don't know your dirty deeds, Mr. Julian Bennett!" Victor suddenly pointed at an interrogator wearing glasses, "Do you still remember what happened eleven years ago? If the US Drug Enforcement Administration knew that you accepted 500,000 US dollars from Pedro Aviles and let him go, do you think they would kill you?"

The man with glasses changed his face immediately.

"And you, Ms. Rebecca, you gave Aviles a son, haha, a female official of the security department gave birth to a child for a drug lord..."

"You... Nonsense!"

These bureaucrats are full of filth.

But this kind of thing is too common in Mexico.

Desperate Latin American countries.

Victor looked at Luciano with mockery in his eyes, "Sir, I don't think you want to expose your past."

Luciano's lips were trembling with pain.

He wanted to pull out the dagger, but he didn't have the courage.

Victor patted his face, "So, don't bother me, do you understand Sir?!"

He also wanted to shoot these 12 people.

But by then...

He will definitely be wanted, justice must be flexible.

Report?

Don't even think about it, even the boss in Mexico is a drug dealer.

When the drug lord Ye Zhenli was arrested in 2007, there were 200 million in cash at home, of which 150 million US dollars belonged to the boss of Mexico at that time.

He was arrested by the Americans.

This incident caused an uproar.

Who is Ye Zhenli? He smuggled ephedrine to Mexico and was almost the supplier of drug raw materials for the entire country.

Even the boss did this, do you think there are any other "good people"?

Mexico is fundamentally rotten.

"I know you have connections with drug dealers. You are welcome to ask them to come and seek revenge on me."

Victor smiled very gentlemanly, put his hands in his pockets and left with the EMD people. Alejandro hesitated and followed him out.

After he left, Luciano screamed even louder in pain, and the others beside him hurried out to find someone to help.

"Kill him! We must find a way to kill him!" Luciano's face twitched, and he said to others in a low voice as much as possible, "If he tells our story, we will definitely not end well."

"But who are you going to let kill him? He has people under his command and weapons."

"Then transfer him out of Mexico City and throw him to the drug dealer's base! I don't believe that he can be so arrogant in other people's territory." Luciano's tone was full of resentment.

"Where to throw him?" asked the others.

"Tijuana territory!"

Luciano cooperated with them more deeply.

Everyone looked at each other and thought that this was a good idea. They gave him a credit and sent him out directly. With his police rank, he could be the director.

But the average life span of a Mexican police chief is six months.

They die faster than they are replaced.

They don't believe he can survive!

If Victor heard their plan, he would be so happy that he would fly.

"Victor, you are too impulsive." Alejandro whispered, he was also afraid of being beaten.

"Sorry sir, I just can't stand being interrogated by several people who betrayed Mexico. This is a provocation to my honor!"

Alejandro heard this, his eyes were complicated, "Victor, there are very few policemen in Mexico who are as dedicated as you."

"There will be, the sky in Mexico can't always be black." Victor thought of Sanborn in his mind, that was the first justice-loving person he met.

Unfortunately, the head is too stubborn.

"There are many things we cannot change."

"People are not born to change something, but to fight against something. When I was a child, I fought against my parents' arrangement of my life. When I grew up, I fought against the suffering of life. Now I fight against the destruction of the world by drug dealers. As long as I am not dead, the fight will not stop."

Alejandro stopped: "But what if you find that the mountain behind you is something you cannot fight against?"

Victor turned his head, took out a cigarette from the other's shirt pocket, and held it in his mouth, "Then blow up the mountain. The caliber can solve all troubles. If it doesn't work, then add more caliber."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Alejandro's shoulder, "Man, all you have to do is climb up as hard as you can, and all I have to do is provide you with your needs, money? You don't have to worry about safety, and you don't have to worry either , I will call someone to protect your family."

"Don't you want to solve Mexico's problems? Maybe a hundred years from now, you will be hung in history and your description will be like this: the greatest man in Mexico."

Okay...

Now I don’t even call you by name anymore, just call me buddy.

Not to mention Victor's eloquence, Alejandro was said to be a little passionate and impulsive.

But he still asked a more pragmatic question.

"What are the benefits of doing this?"

“Don’t you think a quiet and peaceful Mexico would collect more taxes??”

Alejandro understood instantly.

Hold!

I thought you had such high integrity, but it turns out you also want to make money.

But it's really touching.

The most profitable thing in the world is probably tax collection, right?

In fact, Victor also wanted to make a contribution to mankind, but this was too noble and he couldn't say it. The most satisfying thing was to make money and defeat drug lords at the same time.

…

Victor refuses Alejandro's invitation to dinner.

He still felt it was safer to go back to prison.

Sitting on the armored vehicle, Victor opened his eyes to see his points.

Just one glance, and even a calm man like him almost fell off his seat.

"10789000!"

hair! fiscal! La!

PS: Okay, look how nice I am to you~ I will give it to you at your request.