Working as a police officer in Mexico

Giancarlos grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and pulled him out. The latter struggled vigorously on the ground, and the alcohol had long since worn off.

"Help me! Help me!"

The old man was anxiously looking for someone, but no one wanted to get into trouble.

"Take someone to search his house. If he could raise such an unscrupulous son, he must be used to being arrogant."

Victor took a look and saw that the other person's family ran a logistics company and was once a senior partner of the Tijuana drug syndicate.

Before I had time to settle things, you jumped out on your own.

If I don’t kill you, will I still be Victor?

Casare nodded.

Victor looked at the two Milia siblings, took the towel from the waiter, wiped their faces himself, squatted down and said gently, "Don't worry, no one can bully you."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Two children who have lost the protection of adults are like dust floating in the air. This world is very civilized, but it is also really cruel!

Can people like them protect themselves?

Many human smuggling, organ trafficking, and even more disgusting activities occur from these orphans.

Victor touched their heads, stood up, and clapped his hands.

Everyone fell silent, put down their dishes, and watched him speak.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am honored to introduce you to these two people, Milia and Luschinia. Maybe you have heard of their surname Gorostita. Their whole family sacrificed a total of 17 people for the cause of Mexico. , no! 18 people!”

"Their most beloved brother, Nikolaos Gorostita, died in a heroic battle at the age of 23!"

"He died on the front lines of Mexico's anti-drug campaign."

Milia bit her lip, trying not to let tears fall, while her brother burst into tears.

"There was more than one Nikolaos Gorostita, there were many. They loved Mexico and the land that gave birth to them. They were willing to sacrifice for it. They passed away, but they left as heroes. , unwavering and unflinching, their names will forever be engraved in the history of Mexico’s glorious anti-drug campaign.”

Victor was emotional, "However, I will not allow any person or organization to trample or insult their relatives. This is a mockery of Mexican society!"

"My police officers and I will provide shelter to the families of all those who died in Mexico. We will provide free support to orphans and the elderly. We will establish more than 10 welfare homes in Mexicali. The external harm they suffer is a direct blow to me, Victor." The greatest hostility!”

"In a just cause, someone will always fall. We hold their flag high and charge forward shouting their names. Mexicans are never afraid of sacrifice!"

There was thunderous applause in the hotel.

The gentlemen and ladies were afraid of his words and had different expressions. Some even looked at each other with an unknown meaning in their eyes.

The other families of the fallen soldiers and policemen were crying.

Victor hugged them, comforted them, and was surrounded in the center.

At this moment, there were people standing behind him!

"He's really good at acting." At a table near the corner, a young man with a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars said to his companions with a pout.

But he clapped honestly with his hands.

"Does he want to be the president of Mexico?" Someone sneered. Everyone is not an idiot. Victor's TV speeches on anti-drugs, kindness to martyrs, and equality for all. Aren't these concepts just to cater to some people?

"Him?" The young man who just started speaking smiled disdainfully, and he didn't know if he was jealous, "He's just a lucky policeman."

"Now let him be arrogant for a while, he won't be able to jump for a long time."

"Do you have any news?"

The young man lowered his voice, "He destroyed Tijuana and the entire Baja California is under his control. Do you think Colombians will agree?"

"Every year, 15% of their goods are shipped from the port of Mexicali to California, USA. There are more than 2 billion US dollars in profits here. Pablo's Medellin Group will not let him go."

There is some truth to this statement, but it makes no sense when you think about it.

If you want to enter Medellin, you have to go through eight countries including Panama, Costa Rica, El Salvador, and Guatemala.

If you send a small group of people over, it will be useful.

It is better to believe that Archduke Victor went south with his anti-drug troops.

The young man's words made his companions nod subconsciously, which made his vanity rise. "Just wait and see, he will be destroyed soon!"

After the banquet, Victor arranged for police officers to escort the police officers’ families to the hotel where they were staying.

Who can guarantee whether there are any drug dealers in Mexicali?

The collusion is too deep.

Dogs on the roadside may be spies for drug dealers.

Victor washed his face and found Alejandro in the room, holding a cigarette.

"I can't stay in Mexicali long."

Alejandro raised his brows, nodded, and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to be stationed here. This is much better than the island."

"I am still the police chief of Guadalupe Island, but I think you should be able to move the security department here, and send all the EDTV here, and I will also send police officers here in turn." Study and further education.”

"There are still many troops in Mexicali that can be reorganized, paid enough salaries, and improved benefits. By then, Mexicali will not be decided by the two of us."

Victor finally defeated him, how could he just let him out like this?

The worst thing is to control it from behind the scenes.

Alejandro nodded, "On the road to anti-drugs, I think we need more like-minded people to join us!"

"Especially on the bright side."

“Then call on them to come and serve in Mexicali, and then when all of Baja California is taken back, we can send these people out and let them serve as local officials.”

"There are 2 million people in Mexicali. This place is not easy to manage." Alejandro sighed.

"It's not easy to manage? We have thrown out those with bad tempers. Now there are only some petty ones left. You can launch mass tactics and let people supervise each other. As long as someone reports, you will give him material rewards. Some people do it for money.”

"Even when necessary, you can find some people in neighborhoods or rural areas to form militia and self-defense organizations. We will issue weapons and ammunition to them ourselves, but we must strictly control them and not allow them to own privately. We will also give them some subsidies to let them become our Peripheral members of the anti-drug system.”

Victor almost taught him everything in his mind.

But in fact, militia groups will appear on a large scale in Mexico around 2010, because they do not trust the government, and the methods of Jalisco New Generation and Los Zetas are more brutal.

Drug cartels in Mexico extort money from almost any business, legal or illegal, sometimes raiding or burning down ranches, farms or stores that refuse to pay. Many people will rise up and fight back, only to be massacred!

So they formed their own escort organization, the so-called militia.

Buy your own weapons, protect your homeland, and then form... a new drug trafficking group. If you don't have money to purchase supplies, you have to join the drug trafficking group.

But Victor wanted to keep the militia within control, so that was different.

Ah!

Let's add a little yellow to this dress when appropriate.

At this time, we were on the Hummer going to the hotel.

Giancarlos stroked Milia's hair, who was looking into the distance through the window, while his brother in the back seat was holding chocolates. The sweetness made him temporarily forget the pain of losing his brother.

"Brother Giancarlos."

Suddenly, Milia turned her head, looked at him, and cried, "Can you...adopt us?"

"I can do laundry, I can mop the floor, and I can cook."

Giancarlos half-opened his mouth, looking at the hopeful eyes of the other party, his heart softened, "If you follow me, I'm afraid you will have to suffer."

Milia shook her head, "Don't be afraid of hardship."

Giancarlos sighed, hugged them with a smile, "Okay, then you can follow me from now on, I will be your brother."

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