Working as a police officer in Mexico

Alexandra Konstantinovich opened the door tiredly. He lived in a slum, which exuded stench and chaos.

With his sloppy beard, it is impossible to tell that this is a 21-year-old man.

As soon as he got home, three little girls rushed out. They were all quite young and looked skinny, with thinning hair due to nutritional problems.

"Brother and sister beat me today."

"Brother, brother, are you tired?"

"Brother, I'm hungry."

Several children were chattering away. Konstantinovich touched the children's heads and said, "I'll get you some food. You can watch TV first."

He smiled bitterly, turned on the TV for the child, and walked into the kitchen.

From his name, you can tell that he is not a pure Mexican. His father is from the Soviet Union. At that time, the family conditions were not bad and they had a farm in the countryside. However, because the drug cartel wanted to grow DM, they asked his parents to sell it at extremely high prices.

But this is the foundation of a family, and my father is a manic Soviet man who refuses to live or die.

The drug dealer made him understand for the first time what it meant to be unreasonable.

Just kill his father!

When his mother went to call the police, the man was beheaded by drug dealers in the police station.

Konstantinovich could only make money by doing small jobs for others, but recently drug dealers in Mexicali were causing trouble, and the grain and oil store where he worked was robbed.

Drug dealers are hiring.

300 pesos a day.

He'd seen neighbors do it, but in the end... no one was there.

Drug dealers' money is not that easy to make.

Konstantinovich opened the cupboard and saw two corns inside, which should be used to cushion his stomach.

"I'm Victor, Chief of the Guadalupe Island Police Department."

"This is the execution site for drug dealers!"

At this moment, a strong male voice came from the TV, giving people a convincing feeling.

Execution of drug dealers?

Konstantinovich raised his eyebrows and walked to the door curiously. He saw three sisters sitting together, playing with building blocks. On the TV, the camera showed a tough man with an open space behind him.

"We came to Mexicali to restore local social order. Any act that dares to hinder the Mexican people's yearning for a peaceful life is a provocation to us!"

"In my place, drug dealers only have the death penalty! Those few are the key members of the Sinaloa drug cartel, and we will live broadcast their executions."

Victor stepped aside half way, and the camera panned behind him. He saw a group of police officers walking past seven or eight drug dealers, then tied them together and trapped their hands and feet.

"We will use RPG! Send these drug dealers to heaven."

RPG!

Many people's eyes widened when they heard about the execution of drug traffickers. Mexico does not have the death penalty, which is not in line with their values.

A police officer with a rocket launcher pointed at the drug dealers more than 100 meters away.

Konstantinovich held his breath, clenched his fists, and his nails were almost embedded in his flesh, watching the half-kneeling police officer pull the trigger.

The shells flew past at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Exploded directly among the drug dealers.

jump! ! !

Konstantinovich even saw a person being blown away and his body disintegrating in mid-air. He actually felt very happy!

Drug dealers are going to die!

The drug dealers were not dead, and many of them fell to the ground and yelled, "Oh!" Victor sent people to reunite them.

One more shot!

Why can the death penalty only be carried out once?

Continue until you die.

Give performance to Satan.

boom!

Under the second shell, no matter how hard-hitting the person is, they will become a puzzle piece.

Many residents in front of the TV were trembling with fear when they saw this scene, but some couldn't help but scream.

Victor pointed at the TV camera, "Don't be nervous, if anyone is selling drugs, I will find them, then open your skull and pee inside!"

"Also, the Guadalupe Island Police Department has officially arrested Zambada, the second-in-command of the Sinaloa Cartel, and will be executed by gunfire on April 11, 1990 in the Heroes' Square in Mexicali. The caliber is no less than 120mm, and the entire event will be broadcast live.”

"The Guadalupe Island Police Department reminds you, please do not sell drugs, or your whole family will be killed!"

"I've been watching you."

Victor's look frightened Konstantinovich on the other side of the TV, as if he was being stared at by a wolf.

It seemed like the other party could rush out and tear him apart in the next second.

But then Konstantinovich became excited, his eyes lit up, and an idea popped into his head.

Follow Mr. Victor!

Kill all the drug dealers!

Able to take revenge!

Konstantinovich also served in the army, but he turned his head and looked at his three sisters with doting eyes.

He looked at the most conspicuous family photo next to the TV.

A tall man was holding his wife, standing in a military uniform, while his three sisters were holding his legs curiously.

At that time...

My family is still very happy.

"Drug dealers should all die!" Konstantinovich raised his head and muttered to himself.

…

"Drug dealers deserve to die!"

A park on Guadalupe Island where a large screen is installed.

Victor just wanted to be able to be heard and seen when he spoke at any time. He was a bit of a coquettish person.

Watch those drug dealers being blown up into the sky.

Santos in the crowd raised his hands and shouted loudly, and the friends next to him also cheered.

The whole island of Guadalupe was shouting.

It was only when there were no drug dealers that I realized how good it could be.

You don’t have to worry about bumping into someone on the road, lest they pull out a gun and shoot you. You don’t have to worry about being involved in a gunfight while eating out at a restaurant.

You don’t have to be afraid. Your parents are chatting with you today, but tomorrow we will be separated forever.

Peace and peace are the most precious.

"When will the police academy start? I can't wait to join." The good brother Campost next to him scratched his head and asked, "But I'm afraid my knowledge is not enough!"

The other friends next to him also sighed when they heard this.

Santos raised his hand, "Don't worry, you all come to me, I will give you tutoring, and then we will be admitted to the police academy together!"

"Really?"

"Thank you, Santos."

Listening to the thanks from his friends, Santos straightened the hat on his head and smiled happily, "Follow Mr. Victor and eradicate the drug dealers!"

The friends also shouted after him.

Santos is a well-known "Victor believer", and he has also gathered many companions to move forward on the right path.

Looking at this group of energetic children, the adults nearby all smiled.

Their own childhoods were full of violence, intimidation, and drugs, and many of them never read, but they didn't want the next generation to be like this again.

Mr. Victor is the hero of Mexico!

…

Shoot!

120mm caliber.

Guzman looked at Victor's words on the TV, and even though he was as fierce as he was, he felt his heart tremble.

Doesn’t that mean there has to be Zambada in the air?

"What are you doing! Get away!"

"You Guzman's lackey, get out of the way, I want to see Guzman!"

"CNMDB! Who are you talking to."

There was a noise at the door, and Guzman's face darkened. He stood up and opened the door, and saw two groups of people confronting each other outside.

One group is the Beltran Leyva brothers.

One group was Zambada's two brothers.

Both sides even drew their guns.

"What are you doing!" Guzman scolded, "We are all our own people, do you want to fight with each other?"

"Guzman, let me ask you a question, what should I do with my brother? Can you save him?" The big-faced man opposite is Zambada's second brother, nicknamed "Sinaloa Wilderness" Leopard”: Ismail Zambada Weeks.

He has a bad temper and has butted heads with Guzman many times.

"Be polite to me, idiot!" Arturo, the eldest of the four brothers, pointed at him and said.

Ismail stared, not wanting to be outdone at all.

Guzman's temples had veins popping out, and his face was gloomy, "Help! Of course, Zambada is my brother, am I the kind of person who would disgrace his brother?"

If we don't save it, there will really be internal strife.

"But we definitely can't do it with just a few of us. Contact Juarez and the Gulf Group. We need their help to save Zambada."

Ismail pointed at Guzman, "You better tell the truth, otherwise, I will take our people out of Sinaloa!"

After saying that, he took the people away.

"Cousin, how about I bring someone to kill him!" Arturo said in a muffled voice.

"Just do it, do it! You have to rely on your brains." Guzman cursed and frowned, "You kill him, and we have to break up tomorrow!"

He smoked hard and threw the cigarette butt directly on the ground with a fierce look on his face.

"If Victor doesn't let us live, then we'll let him suffer too!"

"Let's contact Abrego and Aguilar first and fight with Victor!"

Guzman's eyes flashed.

But just risking your life is not his style.

He plans to...

surrendered to the Mexican government.