Working as a police officer in Mexico

Governor Rafael Marquez was killed by a drug dealer? !

According to the video surveillance, two stupid thieves broke into the city hall after beating the security guard, looting all the way up, and finally beat the governor to death.

This is simply a fantasy.

Why is there no police guarding such an important department?

Answer: The police also ran away.

This is not the first governor to be killed. More than 17 governors have been killed in the past 30 years, including 6 current governors and 11 former governors.

But this is undoubtedly a provocation to the Mexican government.

The Presidential Palace announced that it will dispatch more than 5,000 military police to carry out armed anti-drug operations in Baja California to severely crack down on the arrogance of drug traffickers.

In the entire war-torn Baja California, there are two places that are particularly safe, Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island.

In order to prevent drug traffickers from entering the "own area", Victor reinforced 100 EDM members and more than 150 "police auxiliary personnel" to the city of Ensenada. In addition to personal weapons, they were also equipped with 3 helicopters, each with Carrying two Soviet-made PRO-A 93mm cloud burst rockets!

This thing mainly uses the destructive power of atomized cloud explosives to absorb oxygen in the air and explode instantly to destroy bunkers, field fortifications, town barriers, military equipment, armored combat vehicles and destroy exposed living targets.

If you dare to come, I will blow it up for you!

Victor has been promoted to "Deputy Minister of Security of Baja California, Mexico." The police rank remains unchanged.

According to Alejandro, at least 400,000 US dollars was stuffed.

For Victor, the effect was obvious.

The original 80 EDM members expanded directly to 200!

Now that he had money in his hand, Victor didn't bother searching. 20 people were drawn out according to the regular navy template and placed on the "Victor Archduke".

The remaining 100 were selected according to the German GSG9 special forces.

I originally wanted to follow the Seal and Delta templates, but the price of each unit's template is different. The Yankee's template is particularly expensive. Each Delta template has an extra "use fee" of 60,000, not including other skills. Yes, with one set, one person will get more than 150,000 points!

Victor was anxious at that time.

The average small drug dealer on the street only has about 200 points. How many drug dealers can get 150,000 points?

But then I think about it, can Wall Street financial traders be the same as your stock recommenders?

This is called talent!

The German GSG9 special forces is relatively cheap, with a "use fee" of 20,000, and a single player does not exceed 70,000 points.

But just thinking about it makes me feel terrible. All members of EDM are competing against the most elite special police force in Europe. Germany only has about 320 people. If Victor continues to develop like this, there is no guarantee that all members of the special force will be available.

The Mexican government's anti-drug campaign has been going on for nearly three months, but it still has no effect.

On the contrary, the death toll is increasing day by day.

In just three months, the death toll of military and police officers exceeded 700, and the death toll of drug dealers exceeded 1,000.

Both sides fell into a state of anxiety.

March 27, 1990.

Victor is inspecting his own factory. He has opened two garment processing factories, a green vegetable import and export company, and three crop purchasing companies in Ensenada.

A total of more than 3,000 people can be employed!

All the nearly 400 million U.S. dollars stolen from drug traffickers were spent. Of course, this money was also used for infrastructure construction on Guadalupe Island, and there was still a lot of shortfalls.

Every day when I open my eyes, I have to think about money.

It will take some time for these factories to start operating.

But fortunately, half a year of construction has made the island completely different, and at least it is much more suitable for human habitation.

But many projects still cost money, so they can’t be left unfinished.

Gotta find a way to get some.

or…

Go to trouble with a drug dealer?

"Boss! Major General Ichagre, the head of the anti-drug force, was killed in a shampoo shop led by Armando Juarez this morning." Casare covered his mouth and said in a low voice.

Victor nodded and said gently to the person in charge of the factory who was accompanying him, "It looks good, but the interests of the workers must be ensured and wage deductions are not allowed. Overtime pay must be given after more than 13 hours."

If I hadn't heard the second half of the sentence, I would have really thought that Victor was a good person.

After 13 hours, the donkey was exhausted.

The factory director hurriedly nodded and agreed.

Victor walked around again before leaving the factory and getting into a bulletproof Hummer. As soon as he got in, he asked, "Is this news true?"

"Well, official news from Mexico."

"What are you doing at the hair shampoo shop, Major General?" Victor frowned.

Casare also shook his head and asked uncertainly, "Are you looking for a prostitute?"

Don’t tell me, it’s really possible!

"Do you have any information about General Ichagre?"

"I didn't find it. It's not very complete." Casare lowered his head.

This is not like there will be some Wikipedia after the millennium, etc. You can query it by pressing the enter key. Many of them have to be done manually, which is very troublesome.

But Victor also felt that it was time to properly establish his own intelligence department. He could not rely on external news and official intelligence for all information.

Some things they let you see may not be correct, but what they don't let you know is definitely correct.

The death of Major General Ichagre was definitely not that simple. It also marked that the anti-drug force was leaderless and might be pulled off to rest.

After fighting for so long, we haven’t even wiped out all the drug dealers, and we don’t know whether they are serious or weak-minded.

Perhaps the Mexican government will have to send troops from elsewhere.

This is his intuition.

Back at the Ensenada City Hall, Victor had just met Alejandro. His eyes were tired and a little worried. He didn't even know how to smoke. There were cigarette butts on the table.

When he saw Victor, he raised his head and said, "Victor, I'm afraid we have to go up and suppress the drug dealers."

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In a mansion in Mexicali at this time.

Abrego stroked an orange cat, and the other cat narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

"Are you saying that the Mexican government plans to send Victor to suppress us?"

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man in a suit. The work badge hanging on his chest had not yet been taken off. He had obviously come over before getting off work.

It reads: Baja California High Marshal Commander: Jose Herrera Duter.

When the other party heard Abrego's inquiry, he bent down and nodded, "I saw that's what the document above said."

After he finished speaking, a stack of U.S. dollars rolled out at his feet.

Jose's face lit up, he chose to come in person instead of calling, that's not why.

"thanks, thanks!"

He picked it up, put it in his pocket, and left under the leadership of the servant.

Inside the hall.

Very quiet.

Abrego suddenly tightened his hands and strangled the orange cat's neck tightly. The cat struggled hard and scratched his claws on the man's hand, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

After the cat was strangled to death, he threw it away and squinted.

"Victor!"

"Let's see whose side wins victory this time!"

Abrego was full of confidence. He relied on the weapons he bought from El Porta Bridge to form a killer force of more than 2,000 people. He defeated Juarez and Sinaloa and was about to withdraw from the enemy. The scramble for California.

If Victor comes at this time, Abrego will let him understand what anger is.

The new and old accounts were settled together!

He picked up the phone and called his younger brother Elmen Bridge. He kept his promise and asked the other person to go to Jalisco to organize drug trafficking.

But I heard that this kid brought his brothers and sisters in and organized an organization called "Jalisco New Generation".

Abrego doesn't care, as long as you are obedient and still under the name of the Gulf Group, he doesn't care what your name is.

In Mexico, any individual can be called an organization.

"Boss." Elmen Bridge's dull voice sounded from the other side.

His temper was like this, and Abrego didn't care. He directly asked for people, "Bring your people here, we are going to fight Victor!"

The Elmen Bridge opposite was quiet for a while.

Abrego's right eyelid twitched.

"Sorry, Abrego, I plan to go it alone."

"!!!"

Elmenbridge hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

Abrego was confused.

No, I asked you to come and fight Victor with me, and you will do it alone?

Directly by name? !

Are you so afraid of death?

He stood up angrily and smashed his phone on the ground. What else could he do besides yelling?

Elmen Bridge found the time well. Once Victor comes, Abrego will have no time to trouble him. If the latter really wants to kill him no matter what, he will have to give up the Baja California area.

With an income of billions of dollars a year and thousands of people dying, you just give it up?

Does Abrego have such courage?

Elmen Bridge is a very cunning person. When Victor and Abrego fight, he, the new generation of Jalisco, will be able to take root in this territory.

He felt Abrego had no future.

Nothing is as satisfying as being the big brother.

I have already thought about my escape plan and have been waiting for this moment.

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