Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 30 Cousin, I really want to make progress.

The gate of Plateau Prison.

Under an ice cream truck.

Ryan looked at the chocolate ice cream in his hand with a complex expression on his face, "Do you like this?"

"How is it? It tastes great." Best licked the ice cream, glanced at Casare next to him and said with a smile, "This is what I have wanted to eat most since I was a child. In order to eat it, I went with my brothers and sisters. Picking up trash and eating one ice cream for three people.”

He may just be fulfilling his dream of the same year now.

Ryan nodded, complimented, and then handed over the briefcase in his hand, "They all bought bullets. I will pick them up when the time comes."

Best took it, his hand sank, and he joked, "This is quite heavy, don't you want a gun?"

"No, bullets will do, but a deputy superintendent came today. They seem to be investigating the origin of the AK47." Ryan recounted what happened today.

"What did you say the deputy superintendent's name was?"

"Danilo Sanborn."

Best immediately felt his head feel heavy and rubbed his forehead, "It's this mad dog."

"What? Do you know him?"

"He has some background. The stepson of Pedro Aviles, the son of a drug lord, wants to rent a house. Even his girlfriend thought he was poor and ran away with him." Casare revealed more of his secrets .

"He doesn't even want money from people, but he is very persistent in catching criminals. I have met him before, when I was in the Mexican police station, and I was an intern at that time. He would come back almost every day to catch drug dealers, but he was also People who are smart and rarely touch drug lords, otherwise they would have died long ago.”

"Later, the director got annoyed by him and wrote an evaluation report for him to get him promoted."

Ryan found it incredible that there was such a person in Mexico?
"He is like a dog. If you are targeted by him, you have to pay a price." Best frowned.

"Then kill him?" Ryan said viciously.

"Wait, let me think about it." Suddenly, Casare shouted.

Casare always wanted to use his status as deputy superintendent to make a name for himself. "Isn't he investigating the shooting in the Tepito neighborhood? Let's arrest the murderer first."

"Do you really know the murderer?" Ryan glanced at him and said.

"I'm a policeman. Of course I know about criminals." Casare said it very lightly, determined to bring his aunt back to life.

This kind of person is really ruthless.

tsk tsk~
After finishing the ice cream, we parted ways.

Casare is so stylish now that he doesn't even need to report when entering or leaving the prison. The guard at the door will open the door for him and say hello in a flattering manner.

Because he is Victor's man!
In the past, I would hide whenever I could when seeing Victor.

It's different now. In prison, he is the "God of Wealth". As long as you are short of money and need to go to him, even if he can't satisfy your "lion's big mouth", he can still give you some meeting fees.

The best way to open up the line between heaven and earth is to spend money.

It’s too tiring to waste time.

Best carried his briefcase up to the new office on the second floor and knocked on the door. After the person inside answered, he pushed the door open and went in, "Boss Victor, the money has arrived."

Victor holds a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in his hand.

You must have some literary literacy. If you talk to people from time to time and say "Fuck you, you are numb" from time to time, this will be uncivilized.

In the so-called upper class, of course, first of all, you have to be rich, and secondly, you have to be able to pretend. No matter how dirty you are, you have to pretend to be affectionate and elegant, but in fact, you are sanctimonious at heart.

"Exchange them all for bullets and give them to him. We will keep half of the money, and the rest will be distributed to the heads of each prison district, and the deputy director will also give it to him." Victor said to Casare next to him.

The remaining half is worth more than 24000 U.S. dollars, which is almost 4000 U.S. dollars per person based on headcount.

Casare immediately felt distressed. He was a bit greedy for money, "Boss, how much can you give me?"

"Why can't you let go?" After hearing what he said, Victor turned his head to look at him and asked with a smile.

Casare nodded, "It's okay to give less." Best also nodded beside him.

"I've given you everything, what else do you need? We who work in official careers are different from those who work in the underworld. We want to make a lot of friends." Victor stood up, pulled out the cigarette, put it into Casare's mouth, and gave it to him Click on it and continue talking.

"It's so messy to collect money now. Webster doesn't understand what unity is at all. He stuffs the money given by drug lords into his trouser pockets. Do you think the people below have any objections to him?"

"If you eat the big head, you have to let the people below eat the small head. If you don't give everyone a chance to make a fortune, how can they obey you? How can you get promoted?"

Casare thought it made sense, but he still hesitated to ask the question, "But we can't keep providing this money."

"When my lever turns into a triangle and I become Oficial (Police Inspector), I can pull Weber down, and we can run it again. I will act as the warden. At that time, every criminal in the first ward will have Pay 300 pesos, 500 pesos for each person in the second ward, and 20000 for each person in the third ward. Anyway, they have money, how much do you think they can earn this month?"

Victor touched his police rank and said, "When the money comes, the whole prison will be divided according to their positions. 5000 criminals will support 1000 of us police officers. At that point, who has the final say in this prison?"

Casare's scalp went numb when he heard about this grand plan.

He had no idea how much money he would receive in a month like this, but if the "salary" system was really implemented like this, even if a prison warden came down from above, Victor would have to step aside.

Interests are tied to each other.

"Is it too much fun?"

"What? Are you scared? I remember I watched a TV series, and there was a sentence in it that said: Either we are not greedy, or if we are greedy, just be greedy for big money. Don't be so timid as before. We are on the same road, and we are on different roads. Just tell him to get out of here as soon as possible, and besides, we are not collecting illegal money, we are calling this sanitation fee. When those bastards are in jail, we mop the floor and clean the cells for them, but they don’t pay any fees. Is that okay?"

This is called legal means.

Money, is it still illegal? Not all come from Mexican banks.

"But this promotion still depends on merit, right?" Victor patted Casare on the shoulder and asked.

Is this a reminder to yourself?

Casare frowned and suddenly said, "Boss, I think I should choose the former between a just cause and family ties. When can Dragan be captured?"

Fuck!
Sure enough, "just".

Casare was "drawn" by Victor's "grand blueprint" and was a little carried away. Isn't that a feat?

I sold my cousin to you.

"Your aunt agreed?"

"She will have another child." Casare said firmly, and then told Victor what he had just said to Ryan at the prison gate, "I have people follow Dragan, he can't run away."

"I can help your aunt." Best interjected from the side.

"Well done, and you're right, we can't take the credit alone. Think about who we should share this cake with?"

"What do you think of Alejandro?" Casare thought for a moment and suggested a name, "But it seems that we just offended him, and I don't know if he, the director of the Prison Administration, will hold a grudge."

"Is he small-minded? This piece of cake is enough to make him big-hearted. You can go to the prison and find a few people who are pleasing to your eye. When the time comes, we will catch Dragan together, make some achievements, and we can all be promoted together."

Victor thinks this candidate is a good one. If he can get a piece of it and operate it a bit, he might be able to jump up the ladder. By then, he will have a backer, and the new generation in Mexico will also have a better protection umbrella.

As long as the benefits are enough, they will do it themselves.

Human greed will never stop.

Casare nodded hurriedly, already thinking of a few people in his mind. They were usually close to him, so he should give them a hand.

As for Dragan?
sorry! !
I can only aggrieve you and take a step forward decades in advance. My cousin will definitely treat my aunt well when the time comes. Don't worry, I won't make you sad.

My cousin, I really want to make progress.

"When the time comes, you contact your cousin and invite him to dinner, and then you anonymously report it to Sanborn, and then...let them die together."

Victor suddenly spoke next to him, appearing to be understated and full of dirty tricks!
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(End of this chapter)