Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor sat in the car and looked at the busy construction site outside and the infrastructure rising from the ground.

I still feel a little proud.

He implemented an eight-hour work system on Guadalupe Island, but with three shifts, the islanders got the money and their machines would not be turned off.

Simply kill two birds with one stone.

In addition, in order to reduce the burden on families with "work-related injuries" and "sickness deaths", Victor also planned to open an insurance company on the island, forcing everyone to pay a policy for only 200 pesos per year. After entering 1990, the exchange rate fluctuated. .

1 US dollar ≈ 2.2 pesos.

The insurance company can also insure accident insurance for its police officers. This money will be paid out from the police station every year, and the police station’s money will be paid out from the island’s treasury. This money comes and goes. Did it just go into Victor's pocket?

Even if a police officer is injured or injured, the claim will be made from the company under Victor's name, which can also restore reputation.

There are now close to 90,000 people on the island, with many immigrants coming later.

We are short of money now. Otherwise, we can build a supermarket on the island. The American one is called Wal-Mart, and this one is called Warnima. Monopolizing the local commodity market will definitely make money.

The convoy entered a residential area.

A yellow Hummer police car parked on the side of the road, and four or five half-year-old children were chattering and playing around two police officers.

There was no other place at all, and he seemed to run away when he saw the police.

When the police saw the motorcade, they stood upright and saluted.

Those children are also pretty, and they look quite cute.

Victor opened the window, smiled and waved to them.

This is the strength of his struggle!

When he returned to the police station, as soon as he entered the lobby with his left foot, he heard the announcement on the TV, "Newly emerging drug cartels in Jalisco: The new generation of Jalisco emphasizes that the Gulf Cartel's war on Baja California is futile." meaningful!"

"It will only hurt ordinary people. Those men who need to support their families are lying in a pool of blood. Who will maintain this family?"

"He called on the Gulf Group, the Juarez Group, the Sinaloa Group and the Mexican government to cease fighting and end this tragedy."

Victor turned his head and looked over, just in time to see the camera flash, a tall man wearing a dark green military uniform, a beret, and a mask on his face. There was a banner hanging on the wall behind him that read: CJNG!

His voice was specially processed, "We ask both sides to exercise restraint and ensure the safety of civilians. We are also willing to accept civilians from Baja California. We will use our power to protect Jalisco!"

Victor laughed.

But I couldn't help but laugh.

Does this drug dealer know how to use public opinion and media to start putting a layer of film on himself?

Drug traffickers protecting civilians?

This is simply a fantasy, so what are these police officers doing? What is Victor going to do? Be a Cowherd?

But the people in this organization are really smart.

Jalisco New Generation?

This name always sounds familiar!

Victor had a hunch that this new organization would become his opponent.

After 2005, the pattern of drug dealers was indeed like this. Drug dealers recruited new people to join them more than once in the name of "defending their hometown and eradicating crime!"

And they do do some practical things.

For example, in 2015, two foreign criminals killed a policeman and raped seven women in Guadalajara. In the end, the two men were caught by the Jalisco New Generation, and the two were stripped naked. , with his face covered in blood in front of the camera, surrounded by seven or eight strong men holding weapons.

After they finally confessed, the drug dealers killed them!

This video was very popular at the time.

And the last sentence is, "We are the new generation of Jalisco, and we focus on protecting civilians!"

"Collecting their intelligence, I want to understand their movements." Victor said, pointing to the Jalisco New Generation on TV.

Casare grimaced, having to find an informant to spend money again.

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The new generation of Jalisco seems to be an adjustment, but in fact it is adding fuel to the fire.

Will drug dealers stop? Several big bosses disagreed. Their three-party melee was about to determine victory. You, a government soldier, stepped in. What are you doing?

Mexican government stops? Are they losing face?

Instead, the two sides launched a more intense firefight around Mexicali, resulting in a three-way melee!

Between the Gulf Group, Juarez + Sinaloa, and government forces, the entire Baja California is in chaos.

Start fighting when we meet.

Victor's new younger brother, Guillermo, the head of the Trat Police Department, has some abilities. With the weapons supported by his boss, he can basically maintain law and order in the city.

Victor supported him with two BTR-80 armored personnel carriers, 15 Browning M2HB 0.50-inch machine guns, 40 AK47s, and 300,000 rounds of ammunition!

This is considered a big investment, but after all, you are recruiting a younger brother, so you have to give others a little sweetness.

Victor stayed on Guadalupe Island for another half month. During this period, Alejandro called him and told him that Mexico City would not accept his request and shouted at him that he was an illegal armed force!

"Then let them figure it out on their own."

Then he waited quietly to see the joke.

Sure enough, the next month, Mexico dispatched a major general from the navy to command the battle.

Well...and then got kidnapped.

By Armando Juarez.

On the way to take office, the convoy was attacked, the bodyguard died, and the major general was kidnapped. This simply made the Mexican government lose face!

In the end, only 5 million US dollars could be spent to redeem this "waste".

Armando became a veritable "general killer".

Now let someone else take office, and there will be no one left.

They were all scared to death.

find someone else.

After going around and around, I finally found Victor again.

April 1, 1990.

City of Ensenada. City Hall.

Victor's laughter filled the office. He waved his hands to Alejandro and special envoy Stephen Moyaro, who looked helpless in front of them, "I'm sorry, I just can't help it anymore. The general was captured by drug dealers."

"If it were me, I would have committed suicide by now."

Special envoy Stephen Moyaro's face was very ugly, "Please show respect, Officer Victor."

"Do weak people deserve respect?" Victor laughed sarcastically, "You guys would have come to me earlier, and I would have killed that Abrego by now."

"Stop talking nonsense, you didn't come to me just to have a tea party here."

Stephen Moyaro took a deep breath, "We agreed to your conditions, allowing you to set up an anti-drug force after suppressing the drug dealer riots in Baja California, but the number cannot exceed 1,500 people, and the government will not give you a penny."

"$200 million!"

Victor stretched out his hand, "Another $200 million!"

Stephen Moya stood up immediately, "You didn't say you wanted money!"

"That was the price a month ago. You are looking for me to do something. Why did I increase the price?"

"You can go find others, pick from the Army, Navy or even the Air Force and see if anyone will go."

“Is there anyone else in Mexico besides me?”

Only one ruthless man is enough!

"This..." Stephen Moyaro said with a sullen face, "I need to report."

"Twenty minutes is enough, I don't have that much time to play house with you."

The envoy nodded and went out to make a phone call.

"Victor, there is no need to be so tense." Alejandro spread his hands and said.

"I just want to tell you one thing, they are dogs! If you take the bones out of their mouths, you have to make them obey. You will know it after suffering."

No money?

Don’t break camp!

The main theme is a person who doesn't listen to advice.

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