Working as a police officer in Mexico

A conference room in the city hall in Ensenada.

There were four people sitting there, and they all communicated with each other with their eyes if they knew each other, and from time to time they turned to Victor, who was sitting in the main seat.

They had already found out what happened on the way here.

The corpses of drug dealers seen on the road were all caused by this person.

Who in Mexico doesn’t know Victor now?

He was a famous "anti-drug warrior", but it was said that he had a bad temper.

Victor looked at his watch, stood up with a smile, "Everyone is..."

"Wait, wait~"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a man in a police uniform and gold-rimmed glasses running in at the door, smiling and waving at everyone, and then sat down on a chair.

"Who is this?"

"I am the chief of the Karst Police Department, Herrera Garcia."

Victor raised his brows, nodded with a smile, and looked at his watch, "You are two minutes late. Our appointment was at half past nine. You..."

"Don't be so strict, Mr. Victor. I had something to do and you came to me, so I pushed you away." Herrera Garcia waved.

"Oh? Then you'd better give me face."

"It's okay, it's okay, help each other." Herrera Garcia reached out and patted Victor on the shoulder.

Casare next to him didn't dare to turn around and look at the boss, he could only glance at him from the corner of his eye, it was over! The old man laughed!

Victor glanced at the hand on his shoulder and slapped it. His force was not light. The opponent was stunned by him and fell to the ground. Victor pushed the table that was in the way and kicked him when he got up!

Put it in front of your face.

"Face? Who do you think you are, asking me to give you face! Damn it!"

Victor picked up a chair and hit the opponent directly, causing the opponent to curl up into a prawn. The police chief next to him was so frightened that he quickly hid aside.

Herrera Garcia's glasses were broken.

The person fainted directly.

Victor waved his hand, exhaled, and turned to look at the others, "Remember, I don't need anyone to give me face. If you don't accept it, just call someone. Let's fight and see who is better. If you don't have the ability, just keep a low profile." ”

He took out his wallet, counted a stack of dollars, threw it on the other person, and said to Casare, "Take him to the doctor."

Fat Hu hurriedly called two police officers to drag Herrera Garcia out.

Victor sat on a chair, lit a cigarette for himself, looked at the directors who were still standing and shaking, and patted the table, "What are you standing for? Am I that scary?"

The group of people quickly pulled up the chairs and sat down, each one sitting more standard than the other.

They're all bastards!

"Don't worry, I, Victor, always do things reasonably. Who is Herrera Garcia? Don't think I don't know, he is a member of the Tijuana drug cartel."

"Is this kind of person worthy of sitting with me?"

The directors below laughed sarcastically.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Victor is right."

"That's right, we are all opposed to sitting with such a person who is colluding with drug dealers!"

Each one is cleaner than anyone else.

But everyone was extremely nervous. Which one of them had to have a clean butt?

Victor's lips curved into sarcasm.

He tapped his fingers on the table twice, and the person below him immediately shut up in a sensible manner.

"I didn't call you here to interfere with any nonsense, just a little bit."

“The Tijuana Cartel must be eradicated from Baja California!”

Everyone's expressions changed drastically. They were on pins and needles. They looked at each other and wanted to run away.

This scene was all seen by Victor, who chuckled and said, "What are you afraid of? The Ramon brothers under Benjamin were killed by my people. Isn't it easy for other small drug dealers?"

"Vi...Director Victor, it's not that we don't want to do it, it's that we don't have the ability." One director couldn't help but speak. Seeing the other party looking over, he trembled all over, and his mind automatically recalled the scene of Herrera Garcia being beaten. , hurriedly said, "The drug cartel's firepower is getting stronger and stronger. They are equipped with assault rifles, grenades and even rocket launchers. This... we can't help it."

"Yes, yes! I heard that Benjamin also bought two armored vehicles from the United States. Our police department is still using revolvers. There is nothing we can do."

"I heard that the Tijuana Police Department has been without pay for three months, and the police have gone out to sell popsicles to make ends meet."

These are practical questions. Of course Victor will not be angry. Instead, he listens quietly and nods after everyone has finished speaking.

"I know your concerns. These were problems in the past, but they won't be in the future!"

"The Guadalupe Island Police Department will carry out assistance operations in your four cities and provide a batch of arms and military advisors to help you fight against drug traffickers. We will bear all the weapons and equipment."

"And, I am also willing to bear the entire salary of your police department."

These words made their eyes light up.

"And what you have to do is actually very simple. In order to face the increasingly tense drug trafficking situation, you need to sign a cooperation agreement with me... no, with the Guadalupe Island Police Department for a period of five years, mainly to combat drug trafficking within the territory. crime!"

"This statement will be broadcast on television."

The directors looked at each other, hesitant.

Isn't this a direct fall out with the Tijuana drug cartel?

What if they kill me?

No one dared to say anything.

Victor is not in a hurry. One of the purposes of his coming to Ensenada is this, to form a unique "Victor-Anti-Drug Alliance" with the police departments of surrounding cities.

This needs to be named, otherwise who knows who will take the lead?

Moreover, if they are willing to join in, then this is a "cooperative relationship", and the criminals they kill or arrest will give points to Victor!

"Gentlemen, evil cannot defeat justice!"

"We voted for it, and I am a very popular person."

"Who is in favor? Who is against!"

Victor glanced at them, "If you agree, please raise your hands."

He raised his hand himself. The four police station talkers below looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, only one person actually raised his hand!

There's nothing we can do about it...

Drug trafficking in Mexico has a history of hundreds of years. To put it seriously, hundreds of officials have been killed, and millions of ordinary people have died.

Drug control has not yet seen the light of day.

You Victor are awesome, and you don’t know where the weapons come from, but you only have a few people. Do you know how many drug dealers there are in Mexico?

500,000 people!

How many people are indirectly involved in transportation, sales, and cultivation?

About 7 million!

This number is just a string of numbers written on the document, and it has no meaning. But when so many people lose their jobs at the same time, guess what will happen?

In 1994, a peasant uprising occurred in Chiapas, Mexico.

What era is this?

There is also this kind of problem. You can imagine how serious the problem is in Mexico.

It’s not that no one is trying to change it, it’s that it can’t be changed.

Victor looked at the other people below. The three looked at each other, shrank their necks, and did not dare to look directly into Victor's eyes.

He wasn't angry, really.

"Director Simon Bolivar, you lost 2 million pesos in the casino last month. You can't afford to pay back the money, right? Is it easy to get the money from the Tijuana drug cartel?"

The expression of a white-haired middle-aged man sitting below suddenly changed.

"Director Thiago, your son killed someone in Traca, and he was a pregnant woman. You should know about this, right?"

"And Rickassons, your wife has thirteen stores under her name. Let me think about who the last owner was. Oh, it seems to be named Ramon Felix, right? And you are from Tijuana. Key personnel, you sold drugs first and then became a police officer, I’m right.”

Victor pointed to the other three people and said, "Someone reported the report to me with a real name. I think I should deal with it."

The three of them immediately exploded.

"Mr. Victor, this... this is a lie. Where is the report? Where is it?" The director named Rickasses jumped out.

The other two people also quickly agreed.

Victor nodded and crossed his fingers. Casare handed over a pen, wrote down words in a flash, and handed it over, "No, report letter."

This behavior simply opened their eyes.

Li Carsons laughed angrily, "You are slandering! Victor, you are taking revenge on us."

"But that's the fact. When I do things, Victor, I always pay attention to evidence!"

As Victor said, he grabbed the approaching Rickardsons and stuffed the paper into his mouth. The former struggled hard and spat out the paper, but it was broken.

"oops!"

"Ricassens, you can do things like tear up evidence. This is simply contempt for the law!"

Victor was very angry.

Casare came in just in time to hear these words, and immediately understood that it was time for him to take the field again. He came up with the police officers and pinned the three people to the ground.

"You are lawless! Victor, you are simply a scum of the police. You are slandering me. I am going to sue you!" Rickassens was furious.

He couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly.

"Then are you trying to attack the investigators?"

Suddenly, Licassons stopped struggling. He was also a veteran. He was very familiar with Victor's words. When the Tijuana drug cartel wanted to do something to him in the past, he liked to use this excuse to kill the target.

"He should not be very satisfied with my trial. Ask him to ask Mayor Jose Lopez." Victor said to Casare.

The latter nodded expressionlessly, grabbed Licassons' hair and dragged him out of the door.

The remaining two people shut up.

To meet Mayor Jose Lopez?

Isn't that guy dead?

Does Victor have "superpowers"? Being able to send the other person to see God!

"Don't worry, your sins will be judged against you."

This was given by Victor to his old boss Alejandro.

The other party is about to take office, so you have to give him some credit, right?

Victor is a good person except for his bad temper, but is this a shortcoming?

After the police took them all down, Victor turned to look at the poor guy sitting in the corner shaking like a pitiful man.

terrible!

Four people came in originally, but now he was the only one left.

After all, this horror movie has two protagonists who can survive.

Seeing the other party looking over, he quickly put on a smile and said, "Mr. Wei... Victor, I..."

"Would you like a cigarette? Mr. Salvador Guillermo."

Victor took out the cigarette and handed it over. The other party waved his hand, "No...no, oh, no, no, no, thank you, thank you."

Guillermo quickly took it with both hands.

Victor smiled and nodded.

"I remember you were serving in Tecate, right?"

The other party nodded hurriedly.

"You can go back with peace of mind and put your wife and children on Guadalupe Island. It's safe here. You don't want the drug dealers to retaliate against them."

Guillermo nodded grimly.

"Don't worry, I will protect you from now on!"

"Whoever touches you is not giving me Victor face."

"As long as you maintain law and order in Tecate, I will find a way for you to get promoted. You don't want to stay at the grassroots level all your life, right?" Victor patted him on the shoulder.

"We are police and we have to stick to the bottom line. If we can't keep the bottom line, there will be no morality in this world."

Among these four people, Guillermo should be regarded as the least "wrong".

He also accepted bribes from the Tijuana cartel.

To be honest, in this environment in Mexico, you either take the money or your whole family dies.

But other than that, Guillermo is otherwise "clean".

The most important thing is, doesn’t Victor have the final say on whether to collect the money or not?

cough!

The law has the final say!