Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The criminals who were fighting covered their legs and screamed miserably. The sudden addition of the "murderer" obviously put great pressure on both groups.

They stared at each other, as if they wanted to devour each other.

Victor blinked and saw their origins clearly. This group was called the Blood Alliance. They had been doing human smuggling business near Mexico for a long time and transported refugees to the United States.

Their strength is considered average in the country, but this group of people is rather dirty. It is said that many foreign tourists disappeared inexplicably because of them. The Mexican Criminal Division believes that they are closely related to organ smuggling in Southeast Asia.

The other gang is called: Texas Syndicate (TS7). This organization is trans-international and is mainly composed of members of Mexican immigrants who are either serving their sentences in US prisons or serving their sentences outside prisons.

The gang was formed to protect Mexican immigrants from being killed by other California gangs, including the Aryan Brothers and the Mexican Mafia.

These two groups were so dirty in private that even Bao Qingtian would have to deal with them for three days.

"Officer, is it illegal for us to fight?" A man with long hair, a snake head tattooed on his arm, and a cigarette in his mouth asked, "What? Do we still need to apply?"

He took the cigarette and flicked the ashes directly on Victor. He pretended to be in a hurry and said, "Sorry, sorry." After saying that, he kicked the emergency team member next to him in the stomach. The other person knelt down in pain. on the ground.

Then he pointed at Victor very arrogantly, "You bitch policeman, you want to meddle in other people's business, who the hell do you think you are?"

People from other gangs nearby were watching the fun.

"I told you, this prison..."

jump!

Before the other party could finish his sentence, he was shot in the head at such a close range. There was no way he could be saved and he collapsed directly on the ground.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

"Let someone come here who is civilized, polite and has brushed his teeth." Victor pointed his pistol at them. "I am a very reasonable person. If any of you have questions, just stand up and talk to me face to face."

The people from the Blood Alliance and the Texas Syndicate looked at each other and pursed their lips nervously.

Perhaps because he felt that he couldn't be cowardly in front of such a brother, the blood alliance walked out and swallowed, "Sir, don't think that we are afraid of you if you bring out a gun. You only have 12 bullets at most. There are so many of us here." "

"I know."

Victor smiled, "I just need to kill a few of the special ones."

Criminal organizations all over the world are the same, bullying the weak and fearing the strong!

Why do Mexican drug traffickers dare to bully the police and even kill at will? That is a political issue, and the upper levels are corrupt, but if you change to a tougher government, which gangster would dare to take such a leap?

Is Al Capone, the godfather of the American Mafia, awesome?

Nicknamed the King of Chicago!

The spokesperson for the Thompson submachine gun.

Underground emperor.

But isn’t it simple for the US government to want to mess with you? The FBI dare not touch you, but the IRS will investigate you for tax evasion, and tanks will arrive at your door that night.

"I say it again, hold your head and squat down!"

Seeing that this police officer was serious, the people from the Blood Alliance and the Texas Syndicate could only do as they were told, but there were also people who looked at him secretly, as if they wanted to remember him and find someone to kill him.

"Casare, who hit you?"

All the prison guards looked over at the same time. This shameless Casare was a little at a loss and pointed at one of the strong men, who turned green.

Victor went up and kicked him in the face. The other party was furious and wanted to punch him, but he held a gun to his face and said, "Fuck you, the whole prison knows that Casare is my brother, and I'm covering him." , you bastard, you don’t give me face if you touch him.”

"If you have the guts to put down the gun, let's fight." The other party was very tough and said unconvinced, but he kept looking at the pistol out of the corner of his eye, fearing that the other party would fire. Obviously he was feeling guilty and just wanted to save face.

"Dual? What era is it? I have a gun to fight with you. Your mother must have fucked your brain when she was pregnant with you." Victor hit the corner of the opponent's eye with his elbow. This place is very fragile. Basically, if he hits it It will break.

The other party covered his face in pain and squatted on the ground.

Victor seemed to have not finished venting his anger, so he went up and kicked him hard.

"Stop it, Victor!"

A voice filled with great anger sounded. Webster pushed aside the onlookers and walked in. When he saw the corpse inside and the curled-up criminal who had been fucked, his face darkened and his face twitched.

"What are you doing!"

"Who gave you permission to shoot inside the prison?"

He asked a series of questions when he came up. Victor didn't speak. Casare next to him spoke first, "Sir, they were the first to attack the police."

Webster: "Then you can kill people?"

"Then you arrest me." Victor stretched out his hand, which made the other party's eyes widen. The former stretched out his hand to signal Casare to shut up and unzipped his police uniform, "We are the police, they are criminals, they dare to make trouble, We’re going to fight!”

"Who gave them the ability to fight the police in jail? The law or Jesus?"

"Sir, I, Victor, can't stand it. I can't bear to see them beating my brother and my colleagues. This is an insult to me. If you don't dare to take care of it, just leave me alone. I can take care of this kind of thing, even as a police officer. With dignity."

He almost shouted over Webster by the end.

Casare saw Victor moving his hands on his back, and immediately understood, and responded, "Yes, sir, problems will occur every time you go out, but you just don't care, but we have to suffer, and our work is difficult to do." , I get beaten up every time, so I might as well become a drug dealer.”

This sentence touched the hearts of colleagues around me.

Many of them had had enough. Although the drug dealers in Plateau Prison would pay tribute, they beat and scolded them at every turn, even if they beat Webster to death. They had no sense of security in their lives as police officers.

The expressions of the prison guards watching became very complicated.

Victor saw this scene. He deliberately incited emotions in front of Webster. A boss who did nothing was very annoying, and the prison had long had problems with him.

In the last football match, in addition to Victor being injured, three police officers also died in the line of duty.

But in the end there was not even a pension.

Victor's purpose is very simple, to find a "partner" in prison. In his opinion, Webster must die. Either he dies or he dies. It is impossible for the two people to get along.

I will choose to release it again, but the "power" in this plateau prison cannot be released just now. Maybe when will it be used?

The reason why he dared to confront the other party without giving in was because Webster might have the power to move himself around prison, but he definitely had no power to expel himself.

A police sergeant has to be approved by the higher-ups. Do you think someone who gets the imperial salary will be fired as soon as he is fired? Of course, Webster can also find people above him to solve the "trouble" of Victor, but if you can't even control the inside of the prison, what will your superiors think of you?

Victor wants to take this opportunity to "get on top".

You want to get promoted and get rich, but if you tell me you don’t fight for it, do you think it will just fall from the sky?

Daydreaming!

Just like many people buy incense worth 2 yuan, and then go to the door of the Temple of Wealth with a stack of scratch-off tickets to pray for blessings and fortune.

Don't be kidding me. You ask the director to do something worth millions and just carry a barrel of oil?

Whoever wants to make you rich is stupid.

"You are very good." Webster pointed at the two of them, his nose crooked with anger.

"I'm just protecting my colleagues, sir! I will never allow them to lose their dignity while defending justice."

What he said is very convincing!

The onlookers' blood boiled when they heard this.

But the filth inside is all fucking business.

Webster gritted his teeth, pointed at the two of them with his fingers, turned around and left with fierce eyes.

"Put these people in a cell and give them a bowl of food every day for the next seven days. I'll see if they fight over food." Victor ordered the emergency team.

The leaderless team hesitated for a moment, then all stood at attention and saluted, "It's sir."

The gang members who were fighting in groups were suppressed, and anyone who disobeyed would be charged directly with the baton. Obviously, they were still angry just now. The other prison guards sent the criminals back to jail, but when many criminals returned, they looked at Victor with a very disgusting look. eccentric.

"Victor, if those criminals are given a bowl of rice every day, will they kill people?" Casare said, "It's better not to make things too big."

"Do you think today's matter is small? Maybe my head will be on the reward list of those gangsters tonight." Victor said it very lightly, not afraid at all.

When will you be on the American bounty list, you should be more nervous.

"Wouldn't it be better to kill him? When the time comes, you can find some media to publicize the chaotic management of Gaoyuan Prison and Webster's inaction, and describe him as a corrupt policeman who tortured prisoners. I don't believe that anyone will stand up for him then. ”

Public opinion can kill!

Make reasonable use of public opinion and enjoy a wicked life.

"When the time comes, I'll find a few prostitutes to tell the tabloids that he likes exciting things. Whether it's true or not, if this kind of thing spreads, it will become true."

Casare felt that Victor was full of evil, and even his saliva might be a little bit vicious. If he really followed his path, the name Webster would definitely resound throughout Mexico City.

"Have you seen the emergency response team in the prison?"

Casare nodded.

"Find a way to build a good relationship with them. Then I will find a way to promote you to the police rank so that you can lead them."

"Do you have any idea?"

"Send money, give money to your boss!"

"What if he doesn't accept it?"

Victor stopped, looked at him, and thought carefully, "Then let Holder find someone to follow his family. Either collect money, or the whole family will die. Let him choose."

"So do you have money now?" Casare always likes to ask.

I don't like this question very much.

"Then try to find more buyers this month. If that doesn't work, just advertise in the newspaper."

"Are they in stock?"

"There are enough bullets in Soviet warehouses to fill the entire Pacific. I need buyers now! Buyers! Buyers!"

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