Working as a police officer in Mexico

Guadalupe Island, Morelos neighborhood.

"Let me go! I'm going to chop this bastard to death!" Santos yelled, with a ferocious look on his face, holding a stick in his hand. He was furious as he watched the male host on the TV boasting and looking proud. .

"Santos, calm down! This is TV." Good brother Camposte pulled him forcefully from behind.

But the other party has grown very tall recently. With nutritional supplements, he is almost 15 years old, his height has suddenly increased to about 1.7, and his body has become stronger.

Valentina was also there to comfort him.

Speaking of Mr. Victor in front of Santos, isn't it equivalent to singing "Little White Horse with Sunshine and Rainbow" in front of black people?

On TV, the show is still going on.

"Are you saying that Victor is a patient with a twisted psychological disorder?" A female voice appeared in the narration, and she looked surprised.

The male host Kevin Calletri smiled, nodded, and took a document from his hand, "What I have here is a 210-page report from authoritative experts on Victor's behavior, actions, language, etc."

As he spoke, he turned to the first page, which read: Victor meets the criteria for mental illness.

I didn’t scroll through the rest of it. It would be bad if I saw something blank.

The narrator exclaimed with perfect timing.

The camera then showed the other audience members with surprised looks on their faces, which was exactly in line with the effect of the show.

"Maybe Mr. Victor did these cruel things because he was too empty?" Kevin Calletri said with a smile, "It is a joke in itself that a person with a mental illness becomes the police chief. I call on Mexico The government has revoked his position and asked him to go home and have a good rest. If Mr. Victor cannot find a place, he can come to me and I will be happy to be his psychological assistant. "

"Let's take a hotline call. Hello, hello."

"I want to break the news. I know Victor. He used to sneak around when he was a child. I even had a fight with him because he watched other women taking a shower. I couldn't stand it, so we started fighting with him."

Kevin Calletri exclaimed, then sighed, "You are really a good man."

The person on the other side of the phone was talking more and more outrageously. He also said that Victor had sold ditches. Otherwise, why would he become the police chief?

Must have sold Gouzi.

Sure enough, Gouzi literature is popular everywhere.

"let me go!"

Santos suddenly broke away from Canposte's hand and shut himself into the room with a dark face. Everyone in the living room looked at each other.

"These people are so abominable!" Stephanie, who has become more and more outgoing, also frowned and felt nauseated while watching Kevin Calletri on TV.

"The ugliness of human nature is that it has strict requirements for justice, but is too tolerant of evil." Her father, Dexter, touched her head beside him and sighed, "Just bully the weak and fear the strong."

Inside the house, Santos held his father's medal and looked at the brightest morning star in the sky.

"Dad, please protect Mr. Victor."

…

Sonora Television.

After Kevin Calletri's show, he casually threw the press release to the side. He was a big shot now. Looking at the "narrator" woman, with her front and back curled up, he felt a little angry, so he started directly, Touching the other person's buttocks, "Hey, Malacia, do you want to go have some drinks tonight?"

The woman glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. My husband is back today. I will accompany you tomorrow."

Kevin Calletri's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed, "Then tomorrow morning, I will wait for you at the same place."

The woman smiled and nodded, kissed him on the cheek, took the bag and left.

Kevin Calletri left the broadcast room humming a tune, came to the parking lot, and found his Maserati with a black bag on the hood.

As if he was used to it, he took the bag and threw it into the back seat. When he opened the door, several stacks of U.S. dollars rolled out.

These were given to him by local drug dealers.

The reason is to slander Victor on stage!

All aspects are required to cool down Victor who is in full swing.

In the past, we were paid on a per-view basis, but now we are paid on a per-view basis.

Drug dealers are also very disciplined, and every penny is worth a lot.

Isn’t it easy to publish rumors?

Kevin Calletri was originally a small show host. It would be great if he could not starve to death. He would do anything for money. Moreover, he never imagined that this show could be so popular. Now he is a hot figure in Mexico.

Who in the entire country still doesn’t know me?

Kevin Caletri started the ignition and was about to go to the bar to find a woman to vent his anger. However, as soon as the car started to move, he saw a black van hit directly from the side and hit the load-bearing pillar against the Maserati.

boom…

The hood was blown off and thick smoke started to come out.

Four strong men got out of the car, wearing masks, and pulled open the flat door. Then, they dragged him down by his hair. Still struggling, they came up with two fists and punched him directly on the nose. It collapsed.

This one just got plastic surgery.

"Kevin Calletri?" the leading man said in a muffled voice.

"Don't kill me, money, the money is in the back seat." The host raised his hands, his face was covered with blood, and his voice was trembling with fear.

The man sneered and took a javelin from his companion behind him?

"Nonsense will kill people!"

As he spoke, the javelin in his hand thrust hard into Kevin Calletri's mouth, and the latter screamed in pain.

"What are you doing! Who?"

The security guard who heard the commotion came over. As soon as the head popped up, it was shot back by the man's companion with a submachine gun.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Not done yet, he took an electric saw from the van, pulled the wire, and made a buzzing sound, "In the next life, stop talking."

Kevin Calletri stared, fear reflected in his pupils.

At this time, Malasia took the first step and drove her own car. She took off her high heels and wore stockings to drive.

When she saw a burger restaurant on the roadside, she felt hungry, so she stopped and got out of the car. As soon as she reached the middle of the road, a dazzling high beam illuminated her very brightly. She turned her head subconsciously and saw a mud tanker truck. He rushed towards her.

collapse…

He directly ran over her, and his body was pinned underneath, dragging the old man down. When the customers and employees in the burger shop heard the noise and ran out, they saw that the ground... was all covered in flesh and blood.

Screamed in fright!

"Call the police, call the police!" The store manager looked at the mud truck going away and immediately understood what was going on. He was also an old Mexican.

The customers covered their mouths and vomited loudly. Who still had the appetite to eat?

And tonight is destined to be an uneventful night.

At dawn, someone saw a body hanging upside down on the bridge in front of their home, with his scalp peeled off!

Unknown ashes were also found in the boiler room.

There was a body in the trash can on the roadside, chopped into pieces.

The police station in the capital, Hermosillo, received 21 reports of homicide cases, all on the same night, and all of them had been tortured before their death.

And they discovered that these people had two things in common.

There are several remittances from complex sources on the account, and most of them have deep connections with local drug dealers.

Second, they both insulted Victor on TV!

Their identities were also revealed, including producers, directors, hosts of local TV stations, and some reporters.

The police chief of Hermosillo got a big headache when he got the report.

"You said these were all done by Victor?" the chief said, looking at the young police officer in front of him.

The other party nodded, "There is a lot of evidence to support it!"

The director nodded, "Very good, sir. I'll send you to guard the pond from this afternoon. You need to be brave there."

The police officer was startled when he saw the chief tearing up the documents provided by the other party and folding his hands on the table. "I have already investigated this matter clearly. Suicide."

"How can it be?!"

…

"Suicide! How is that possible!"

In the security department office of Mexicali City Hall, Alejandro looked at Victor and said loudly.

The latter scratched his ears and said, "Why is it impossible? Nothing is impossible in Mexico."

Alejandro took a deep breath and stared when he saw someone visiting at the door, "What are you looking at?"

The government employee shrank back in fear.

Alejandro closed the door.

"Victor, you don't have to hide our relationship from me, right?"

"I didn't do anything."

Well, I didn’t do it “personally”.

"The locals are a bit rude. Maybe some people can't stand it."

Alejandro's eyelids were shaking, but he also understood that if the other party refused to let go after being beaten to death, there was nothing he could do. He took out a document from the table and handed it to him, "The Sonora State Security Department requires us to hand over the documents that killed The murderers of their soldiers.”

Victor smiled, raised his head, pointed at the phone, "Call him and ask him if he wants to eat shit!"

…