Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 78 I am not God, not now.



Alvaro looked at the painful expressions of the team members and moved his eyes away in a panic.

"Your name, army number, and purpose of coming!" Victor stared at him and asked.

But he still had the guts to say it.

Victor didn't tolerate him, so he had someone tie one of his legs with a rope, and then tied him to a Humvee. Alvaro panicked, "Stop, I am a soldier of the leading country, you have no right to punish me..."

No rights?

Let your boss come and talk to me.

Boom~

The police officer driving the car stepped on the accelerator, dragged him and rushed out.

Let him experience what it is called: extreme human speed car.

The friction on his back soon made Alvaro scream in pain, and he struggled to pull the rope off his feet, but the stone road on Guadalupe Island was not good at all, and the car dragged him across a sharp stone. The clothes on the back were torn instantly, piercing deeply into the flesh.

The blood instantly infected the entire piece of clothing, dragging traces on the road.

Victor leaned against the Humvee, holding a cigarette and looking at the returning vehicles, "One more lap!"

I haven’t finished my cigarette yet, why are you so anxious?

The police officer nodded and took Alvaro, who had lost half his life, and ran around again. His back was a bloody mess, and one of his legs was broken at a 90° angle.

When he came back, Alvaro's body was swollen and covered in blood, and his breathing was weak.

Victor walked over, not caring about being dirty, and stepped on the opponent's face. The dagger in his hand was inserted into the opponent's thigh, and Alvaro screamed in pain.

Did you see that even a tough guy can feel pain?

Death is not scary, pain is scary!

"Cheer up and don't fall asleep. Now, can you answer my question?"

Victor is very considerate, and the way he wakes people up is full of "Victorian" romance.

"Abre...Rego of the Gulf Group." Alvaro finally became honest, with pain on his face and unable to hold his breath, "He offered a reward of 5 million US dollars for your life."

So that's it.

5 million US dollars!

No wonder even Guatemalans are tempted and want to make extra money when they are away on official business.

Victor's expression calmed down, and he licked the inside of his lips. He squinted his eyes and said calmly, "My name is Victor. Please go to Satan's place and say hello to him for me. I wish him good morning, good afternoon, and good night!"

Alvaro's eyes narrowed and he saw the man reflected in his pupils. He took out a gun and pointed it at his head and fired all the bullets.

"Get rid of them, gentlemen, malicious people are not welcome on Guadalupe Island!"

Kennedy held a submachine gun and fired at the Guatemalan soldier kneeling on the ground with his head in his arms.

"That bastard from Matatros put a 5 million bounty on my head. It's less. He's too stingy. 10 million! No! 20 million US dollars. The money belongs to whoever kills him."

Victor waved.

"Everyone in the Abrego family except him has a price tag, and it's a reward from the Guadalupe Island Police Department!"

"Announce it to the public!"

Money, are you afraid I don’t have it?

It’s okay, there are plenty of drug lords there!

Victor also visited the injured. Seven people died. Their families held the bodies and cried. This made Victor, who already regarded Guadalupe Island as his own territory, very unhappy.

revenge!

He wants revenge!

When he returned to the police station office, he saw Casare answering the phone with a helpless expression. When he saw him coming in, he quickly covered the phone and gestured to him.

"Alejandro!"

This is his "old boss" and "lifelong friendship".

He took a deep breath, took the phone from Casare, and tried to soften his tone, "Good afternoon, Mr. Alejandro."

The person on the other side was quiet for a while, and then became very angry and said with gritted teeth, "Victor! How much trouble have you caused!"

"? I have always been obedient and get along well with the people."

Drug dealer:…

Alejandro: "Your reputation has spread throughout Mexico. Everyone praises you as the light of the police. Some people even hang your photos in the alleys of the slums. Tell me, are you?" Killed all the drug dealers on Guadalupe Island?”

"Don't lie to me, more than 400 bodies washed up on the beach in Ensenada!"

Victor was still telling lies, "They must have slipped and fallen into the water."

Alejandro laughed angrily at this sentence, "I hope you can still be so calm when facing consultation."

"Consultation?" Victor frowned in disgust, "Which miscellaneous... sir is here?"

"I'm responsible!"

The atmosphere on the phone suddenly turned cold.

"Thanks to you, I have a new position as director of security for the state of Baja California."

Victor's eyes lit up when he heard the news.

The first thought that came to my mind was, if my old boss died in any city in Baja California, would I be able to wipe out the local drug dealers under the banner of avenging him and maintaining order?

But you can’t just ask directly, right?

How embarrassing is this?

"I think you need bodyguards, sir! I have 300 people at your disposal at any time."

Alejandro coughed violently when he heard this number.

"When did you get so many people here?"

"There will always be like-minded people supporting each other on the road to the bright future. As long as the drug dealers don't die, we will always fight."

Can there be so many enlightened people in Mexico?

Alejandro remained skeptical. He pondered for a moment and softened his tone. "Victor, there are too many drug dealers in Mexico. You are now a threat to them. They will find ways to eradicate you. You are not God. You cannot predict your own consequences." Danger."

"We should learn to take appropriate steps back, in order to move forward better."

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Sir, I am not God, not now. But I will pull the trigger and kill all the drug dealers, and there will be no danger."

"Jesus' hands are only suitable for blowing a whistle, not for shooting a gun."

Even though Alejandro knew that he was a arrogant person, he was shocked by the "boldness" in his tone. Speaking ill of drug dealers in Mexico was simply a BUFF.

"You'd better watch your words, Victor..."

"My name is Victor Carlos Vieri, not Un sirviente de Dios (Servant of God). Maybe Mexicans should sing my name."

Victor looked at his watch and said, "Okay SIR, remember to prepare for me when you take office. I'm going to have afternoon tea. Goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Casare, who was next to him, put his head over and said, "Boss, what you said is really wonderful. Don't worry, I don't believe in Jesus. I'll ask my younger brothers and sisters to believe in you too."

Victor laughed at him.

"Mr. Alejandro is coming to Baja California to take up the post of head of the security department?" Casare said softly, seeing Victor nodding and frowning, "The previous head disappeared when he went out with his family to play. Last month The bodies of three people were found stuffed into a sealed fuel tank and were eventually discovered by a cleaner."

"The murderer was a local small-time drug dealer who defected to Tijuana and committed suicide out of fear of crime."

"He bans drugs?" Victor said in surprise.

Casare nodded, "Captured the son of Benjamin, the Tijuana drug cartel, and he was released the day after he disappeared."

If there is nothing fishy here, it is better to believe that there are no drug dealers in Mexico.

"I'm afraid Mr. Alejandro..."

Victor suddenly said, "What do you think is the chance of him dying there?"

Casare was stunned immediately.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just worried, sir!"

But my intuition told me that it didn't seem to be the case.

"About 80 percent, drug dealers prefer to have drug dealers in power."

Casare looked at Victor's thoughtful look, hesitated and said, "Boss, I think it is in our interests that Mr. Alejandro is alive."

"What are you thinking? I'm just worried about his safety." Victor said without blinking.

Casare also had a slight headache when meeting such a boss.

hope…

Bless Mr. Alejandro.

He is a rare good man.

PS: Everyone knows that a "frightening" scene happened this afternoon, which affected my mood when writing, but I still try to send more to you today, and I will try my best to post it once it is on the shelves!

Please forgive me.


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