Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mayor Jose Lopez sat behind his desk wiping sweat. His phone calls were ringing, but no one answered. He called the local garrison. Upon hearing this, the other party hoped that they would send troops to solve the problem.

Hang up the phone directly.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

What can we do to maintain stability?

You said relying on soldiers?

Sorry, they are being chased and beaten outside right now.

This is the culture in Mexico. You work as a soldier during the day and as a drug dealer at night. You bring your own weapons and join in the fights of various drug gangs. If you win, you can get a bonus. If you lose... let the garrison ask the security department for your pension.

Unexpected?

In 2007, the second year of Calderon's anti-drug war, he suddenly wanted to see the list of military sacrifices, intending to express his condolences or tell the public that many people were sacrificing for this country.

The results of it…

In 2006, more than 60,000 people died.

NMDB!

The entire Mexican army only has 200,000 people, and half of them died first.

The whereabouts of the pension is even more unclear.

This incident made Calderon think for the first time. There is no future in the anti-drug war in Mexico. If you crack down on drugs, can you crack down on corrupt officials?

His own butt is not clean either.

Therefore, the garrison quotas in various places are not complete at all.

Jose Lopez got angry anxiously, and finally got angry, "Damn it Victor, you said it was great for you to stay in Guadalupe Island, what are you doing in Ensenada City!"

"Sir, it's not a good behavior to talk about people behind their backs." A voice came from the door, which startled Jose Lopez. He raised his head and saw five people walking in. The leader was too familiar.

"Victor!" He stood up immediately.

Victor smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm a very peaceful person. Mr. Mayor, I heard that drug dealers are making trouble, and I'm here to help."

Jose Lopez has been "famous" to him for a long time.

The corpses of drug dealers that washed up on the coast are now being placed in the morgue, which is almost full!

"May I know why you, Ensenada City... eh?" Victor adjusted his words and frowned, "Behaving like such a waste!"

"You can't handle drug dealers, thieves, and robbers? Can you tell me why?"

Jose Lopez hesitated, his fat face a little numb.

"Do you have a deal with a drug dealer?" Victor asked suddenly and suddenly. The other party opened his eyes wide and waved his hands hurriedly, "No, no, absolutely impossible."

Victor nodded and picked up the cigar box on the table, "Gurkha Black Dragon?"

"This doesn't seem cheap. One stick costs US$400, right?"

“Can your salary afford it?”

Jose Lopez quickly explained: "I have other part-time jobs, my wife is doing odd jobs, and my son is working as a teacher...ah!"

Victor grabbed his hair, pressed him on the table, picked up a cigar box and hit the other person's head, "Fuck! Just be greedy. What do you think I am? A fool!"

The cigar box deformed instantly, and Jose Lopez howled with blood on his face.

"Valuable things cannot be banned."

Victor grabbed the ashtray with his backhand and knocked the other person unconscious.

In his eyes, this Jose Lopez is not a good guy.

I have been mayor here for 7 years, and I was originally going to run for office, but this guy colluded with the Tijuana drug cartel and ordered them to kill other candidates.

One of the candidates who was the most threatening to him revealed to his face at the campaign site that he was a lackey of a drug cartel, and then...

The whole family was killed and flushed down the toilet!

The methods are simply appalling...

Victor took out a piece of paper, wiped the blood from between his fingers, threw it away, and covered Jose Lopez's face.

He took the cigarette from Casare and held it in his mouth.

The former took out his pistol and emptied the magazine at Jose Lopez on the ground.

"Boss, the drug dealers are so cruel. They even killed a mayor. I think the entire drug trafficking group in Ensenada City should be raided!"

Victor glanced at Casare and nodded.

You've finished talking, what did I say?

But it’s nice to have a proactive subordinate.

"Boss, do you want to recruit them again?"

Casare is addicted to cheating and cheating, and he plans to repeat his trick on Guadalupe Island.

"It's different here than on the island."

This place is land, with more informants and a more complicated environment. If you kill someone if they surrender, you will be on the news tomorrow. Guadalupe Island is different. It is surrounded by the sea. You can still say that someone made a mistake.

As for the bullet holes in his body?

Maybe the shark will shoot.

Dogs can be drug dealers, why can't sharks shoot?

"Tell the officers to save yourselves, we won't be in Dar Ensenada for long."

The basic base still needs to be on the island.

Casare nodded and asked Jose Lopez to be dragged out.

"By the way, bring me this cigar. Don't waste it." Victor, who arrived at the door, pointed to the cigar box on the ground and said.

Casare had another headline in his mind.

"Shocked! Mr. Victor is so frugal, picking up cigarettes to smoke."

…

Jose Lopez was killed by a drug dealer!

The news was broadcast overnight.

All the ordinary people in front of the TV and radio were panicked, and then they heard the host change his subject, "But don't worry, the situation in Ensenada City is controllable under the leadership of Mr. Victor." !”

"The gentlemen of the Guadalupe Island Police Department are taking down the insurgent drug dealers, our city is safe, please trust us!"

The drug dealers were directly labeled as rebels.

This is more convenient to operate.

The host took off his headphones, looked at the police officer in front of him and the gun in his hand, and smiled.

"Very good. Don't worry about your safety. Everything will be fine with us here." The police officer wearing a mask nodded with satisfaction.

The host smiled bitterly inwardly.

Are you a policeman or a gangster? Come up and control the TV station.

The fighting continued until early the next morning.

The entire city of Ensenada is in a mess.

The corpses of drug dealers lay scattered on the street. There were very few pedestrians on the road. Even if someone dared to go out, they would carefully stick to the wall and find a place to hide when they found something wrong.

And I have to say that the response speed of the Mexican government is really slow!

The city of Ensenada was in a state of chaos. No support troops from other cities came overnight. It was not until about eight o'clock in the morning that we saw the slow convoy moving into the city.

They are all police from surrounding cities.

They looked at the bodies on the ground and nervously clenched their guns.

But these police officers’ weapons…

It was a backward one, and it was even equipped with the French Mars Mle 1936. This thing was a product of World War II.

Do you rely on this to fight drug dealers?

As soon as the motorcade entered the city, Victor sent a message, inviting them to gather in the city hall.

Discuss the aftermath.

He is going to have a meeting...

You have to see who can be fought for and who is the enemy!

…

Mars Mle 1936!

PS: There are two more at 6pm, 10,000 words today!