Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 2: You’re still so arrogant without giving me money?

I had 13 2s in my hand, and I thought I was sure to win by cheating.

Who would have known that the other party would give me a piece of Wang Zha, but he stopped pretending and flipped the table.

He saw a familiar name in this "resume".

Theo Carlos Vieri!
Original father.

There was indeed something fishy about his death, but who would have thought that the murderer turned out to be the old man who had been "taking care" of him?
This is creepy to think about.

"Victor? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Webster put the pen away and asked in a soft tone, "Do you need to rest for two more days?"

"No, no need." Victor waved his hand and forced a smile, "It's just a little headache, it's okay."

"Then what do you think of my proposal? The first prison area is relatively safe."

Victor raised his head and looked into the other person's eyes. They were peaceful, worried...kind?
It’s like he is a senior who really thinks about his juniors!
Damn it!
Victor felt a little addicted to cigarettes. He saw cigarettes on the table, pointed at them and said, "Can I have one?"

Webster was startled when he heard this, looked down at the cigarette case, nodded with a smile, "Of course." Pushing the cigarette case over, he motioned for him to do whatever he wanted.

Just as Victor took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, he heard Webster say, "Victor, I remember you don't smoke, don't you?"

His hands paused slightly.

"I've been under too much pressure lately, smoking can relax me."

Webster didn't ask too much.

"Which part of our prison is the most dangerous?" Victor suddenly asked.

"Third Ward, Heavy Crime Area."

"Then I want to go to the Third Ward."

Webster frowned, as if he heard something he couldn't believe. He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is today April Fool's Day?"

"Of course not, sir, I just feel that this is my responsibility. As a federal police officer, I should be on the most dangerous front lines and go where the people need me. I keep my oath in mind..."

Webster's expressions are rich.

Do you take police duties to heart in Mexico?
Brother, aren't you playing Abe-crow next to the gas tank while flying?
We have to rely on the navy to fight against drugs.

army? Those red deer have already become devils.

Victor is actually not a fool. The big guys in the third ward may sound scary, but they are very strictly controlled. They only go out once every half a month. Moreover, unlike the first and second ward, , the armed forces of the Third Ward have been greatly increased and are allowed to be equipped with HM-3 9mm submachine guns!
I usually use a Glock 17 pistol, which is not bad. It is the same as the one used by the Yankee next to me. Of course, this is limited to important units like El Altiplano. Other small police stations?

It would be nice to have a revolver.

There was even a joke that the Alvarado Police Department used slingshots, which were ordered by the mayor himself. This guy must have received money from drug dealers.

slingshot?

Do you play penis?

As long as the firepower is strong enough, I'm safe enough!
The most important thing is that Mr. Gao feels that this prison is like a huge cage, trapping him tightly. He may be killed at any time, and his golden fingers are useless in prison. .

You can't let them go on purpose and then catch them again, right?

Moreover, there is a small note next to the golden finger: people caught by subordinates also count as points.

Isn't this just trying to push yourself up?
The best way is to be sent abroad and serve as a small chief in a remote place. The Mexican police are very dangerous. Basically, dozens of them die every day. It is very common for the chiefs to change one after another.

But Victor has no background, and it’s not easy for you to break out of this prison.

Then we can only go to the third prison area to see if there is a "thigh" that can hold me.

He is not a moral freak. If he can serve the "big boss" well, isn't it just a matter of words to become rich and powerful?

This is how society is. When you don't have the ability to change the world, please learn to bow your head first.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, are you claiming to be noble?
Can your skull withstand a 7.62 bullet?
Kennedy was shot through by a 6.5mm bullet, and he didn't even have time to say a word.

Seeing that Victor didn't seem to be talking nonsense, Webster's frown deepened, but he soon relaxed and smiled dryly, "I'll think about it, the police force lacks your drive."

"Thank you, sir!" Victor stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and saluted.

Webster smiled and nodded, "Go to work. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me, Victor, my door is always open for you."

I want to make a hole in your forehead...

Of course I said this from my heart. I can exchange 21000 crime points for a lot of things.

But Lu Xun once said: When you cannot challenge the other party, put away your sharp blade and learn to stick out your tongue. Hypocrisy is also a kind of self-protection.

When he came out of the office, Victor closed the door, put on his hat again, looked around, and walked towards the canteen. He passed by familiar colleagues and said hello with a smile.

“sit down!”

When I walked into the cafeteria, I saw about a hundred prisoners sitting there. There were more prisoners in the second ward, about two thousand. They had to come in batches to eat, for fear of causing trouble.

The prison guard shouted orders with a bullhorn.

The prisoners didn't care at all. Some even laughed and whispered to each other after sitting down, without giving them any respect.

Victor is also a police sergeant and serves as the deputy of the second ward. His duties include the canteen, outdoor exercise, and bathing. Not only is the work tiring, but he also offends people.

"Victor." Casare stood at the entrance of the cafeteria with his hands behind his back. He saw the figure from the corner of his eye and called out quickly.

Victor nodded, with a muffled sound in his throat.

"I put the money sent from outside in the drawer of your office. This month is the Independence Day, and they sent an extra 500 pesos." Casare said in an excited tone.

In 1985, the average salary of a police officer in Mexico was US$189. What the hell are you doing with this little money?

Many gangs and drug trafficking organizations outside will make money up and down in order to make the brothers in prison live a better life. The corporal is usually 200 pesos per month. At this time, the exchange rate has collapsed. The dual exchange rate system implemented has made Mexico's economy begin to expand. .

1 US dollar ≈ 1.9 pesos.

A police sergeant's monthly salary of 500 pesos is equivalent to more than 300 US dollars. Isn't it just taking advantage of his position to take care of his brothers?

It doesn't matter if he comes out to be a policeman or I go in and become a prisoner.

When he heard the money, the muscles in Victor's expression relaxed slightly. Just when he was about to speak, he heard a burst of noise and noise. He turned his head suddenly and saw a black man with dreadlocks chattering with excitement. , slamming the plate hard, cursing, and the people next to him started to boo.

The prison guard nervously called to him to sit down, but he turned a deaf ear. "Who is this person?"

Casare squinted his eyes and stood on tiptoes to take a look. He had a good memory and said, "Friedson Kuhlman, the backbone of the Millennium Group."

"Millennium Group?" This name seems familiar. It should have been produced by famous people. "Did they pay?"

Casare was stunned and understood what he meant, "No, Millennium Group never gives money."

"You're so damn arrogant in my place without paying me? It's funny." Victor laughed angrily and pulled out the plastic stick from Casare's waist.

"Hey! What do you want to do?" Kasare saw this and hurriedly grabbed him and asked.

"What to do? Let him understand that poor players should keep a low profile." Victor spat.

"Bastard! We don't want to eat this pig food, I want to eat caviar! I want to eat fruit, you sons of bitches, go and feed the pigs." Friedson Kullman shouted.

The people next to him cheered in response.

"Yes! We want to eat caviar! I also want a woman, I want to do X!"

"Woman! Woman! Woman!"

People around him slapped the table and shouted.

Friedson Kuhlman was very proud of himself. People who come out to hang out like to be in the limelight. Even if they are hacked to death, they will be on the news.

"Caviar? Are you going to pay me?"

Friedson Kullman heard a sound next to him, turned his head, and saw a stick hitting his head directly. He couldn't dodge and was knocked to the ground.

Covering his head, it was bleeding.

"You idiot! Making trouble? You haven't given me any money, but you still make trouble and eat caviar? I'll treat you to shit." Victor swung his stick and hit the opponent hard.

This is not an easy move.

"Hey! What are you doing! Stop."

"Pull him away."

"Kill this policeman!"

The atmosphere was getting worse and worse, and Casare was very nervous. The prison guards standing on the second floor had already started to sound the alarm.

A strong man with growth rings tattooed on his head came closer and was about to catch Victor fiercely. The latter turned around, drew his gun, stuffed it into the opponent's mouth, and did it in one go.

"You call me another one, and I'll smash your mouth."

With a huge thing stuffed in his mouth, this strong man became even more ferocious. He was not afraid at all. He screamed and pointed at his temple arrogantly. It was nothing more than beating me to death!
Boom!
Gunshot!

The whole cafeteria suddenly fell silent. The strong man covered his left ear and screamed. Blood seeped out from between his fingers. Half of his ear was still on the ground.

"Shut up!" Victor stepped on the other person's mouth and put his finger on his mouth, "Shh, you are very noisy, do you know that?"

Friedson Kuhlman was stunned.

Prison guard…

How dare you shoot first?
This is very un-Mexican.

"Everyone, squat down. Don't think I'm joking. Who's still standing? My hands are very nervous. If the bullet hits where, I don't know."

Victor narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone.

Most of those who came out to jail were not stupid, hard-boned ones who would have been dead long ago. They all understood the saying that those who understand the current affairs are heroes.

He was very obedient and squatted down.

As soon as the situation was under control, he heard footsteps and the emergency team rushed in. Haggis Baird had a dark face. When he saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"

Casare quickly explained the reason for the incident.

Haggis Baird nodded, "Send the injured to the infirmary, put the leader Friedson in the solitary room, and the others will starve for three days."

After saying that, he turned to look at Victor. Seeing the other person's indifferent expression, surprise flashed across his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "I will tell the warden about this."

Both of their immediate supervisors were injured and, reportedly, unable to perform their duties, so reported directly to Webster.

"Of course, within the procedure." Victor said casually.

His procedure was correct. He was threatened and was allowed to use weapons. This is a plateau prison, not an ordinary prison. Even murderers cannot enter.

Haggis Baird glanced at him and said, "The person you injured just now has an unusual identity. He is the cousin of the leader of the Disan Knights."

Victor looked at him straight-ahead. The other person frowned but stared at him, but soon his eyes felt sore and he was defeated.

“Do you know Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas?”

"Where is that?" Haggis Baird frowned. He felt that he was being underestimated and his tone was very bad.

"There once lay a president of the United States. Is there any place higher than that man?"

Victor smiled and patted his shoulder, made a gun gesture with his finger, and waved it next to his temple, "No matter how high your status is, you will die with just one shot. Are you right, Haggis Baird?" gentlemen."

Haggis Baird became angry and wanted to speak, but Gao pushed him away and left. Casare hesitated, smiled sheepishly at the former, and followed him.

"Fuck! Son of a bitch!"

Haggis Baird kicked the table and his whole face drooped.

"Victor, when you say that, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?" Casare trotted up and said worriedly.

"A turtle can block a machete when it shrinks, but it can't hide from bombs. Since we have made enemies, we will fight to the death. Moreover, if I don't make a fuss, how can some people make up their minds?" Victor said the riddle, and the other party was confused. water.

"Then be careful."

"Don't worry, I was in the hospital last week and the doctor said my bone density was thicker than a bulletproof vest."

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(End of this chapter)