Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 26 Suspension for Investigation

Suburban Mexico.

This place is deserted, even drug dealers are too lazy to come here at night.

The TV shows are all stupid plots, like drug transactions in this black mountain forest will not be caught.

This is more conspicuous, slap!

This is Mexico, people can trade in the magnificent KTV, why come here?

When the moon shines down, you can see a small house, the outside is covered with spider webs, it seems that it has been abandoned for a long time.

"Woof!"

The low roar of the dog made Songwu tense all over, and his scalp was numb. He was covered with a hood, and he couldn't see anything in front of him, but his body was tied tightly, which was the most terrifying.

Suddenly, his head loosened, the hood was taken off, and the sudden light made his pupils adjust for self-protection. It took a long time to relax. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a dog looking at him fiercely, with drool at the corners of his mouth, and the sharp teeth were still shining.

"Woo~Woof!" The dog roared and tried to rush over, but was held back.

Songwu swallowed his saliva and tried to keep himself calm. He swept his fierce eyes over the people present, trying to see if there were any acquaintances, and he really saw them.

"Ryan! What are you doing!"

"Do you still remember me?"

Ryan didn't say anything, but Holder, who was standing next to him, spoke first. Looking at the "day and night" enemy in front of him, his breathing became rapid.

For many nights, he curled up on the wooden bed in the poor area, blowing the cold wind that could freeze people to death, and enduring the insults of being beaten. He just wanted to live, he wanted revenge!

Songwu looked at him, with doubts in his eyes.

The main reason was that Holder had changed too much. The burns left scars on his face, and his temperament became completely different.

"Haha, it seems that I have forgotten." Holder limped and slowly walked towards Songwu, "You can't believe that you didn't burn me to death when you set the fire?" Songwu's eyes went from blank at the beginning to suddenly widening at the end, "You are Holder!" "Look, you can still remember me." Holder said with a smile, grabbed his hair and pulled it back hard. In Songwu's frightened eyes, he approached his ear and said, "I came to find you!" Gurgle~ Songwu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the alcohol on his body disappeared in an instant. He looked at Holder and wanted to explain, "I didn't set the fire. I didn't think of burning you to death." Explanations are always so pale and powerless. "Don't worry, go to God to confess, he will forgive you." Hearing this, Juan loosened his hand holding the dog, and the Bordeaux dog pounced on him in Songwu's terrified eyes. "Ah!!!" The Bordeaux dog bit his thigh and shook his head hard. Songwu struggled so hard that the chair fell to the ground. The dog bit his face and roared in the other's painful screams.

Juan felt sick.

"Give him an injection of adrenaline. I want to watch him get bitten to death." Holder obviously didn't want to let him go, and even bought a "suffering magic medicine".

"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!"

Songwu rolled on the ground in pain. The dog bite was not light. The girlfriend's strength was almost enough.

"Don't worry, I won't let you go alone. I will send your three mistresses and your eight children to see you. Oh, by the way, I killed your mother Shayna. I tied her to the toilet... and then..."

Holder was like a devil telling the story of the murder, and his expression was a little crazy.

Don't persuade people to be magnanimous, and don't think they are extreme.

It's just the suppressed madness waiting to be released.

If you persuade people to be good, God will strike you with thunder!

Songwu's screams lasted all night, and every time he was about to faint, he would be given adrenaline.

When the sun rose, it was not a skeleton left, which was a bit exaggerated, but there was almost no good meat.

The Bordeaux dog was full and lay down to sleep next to him.

Holder looked at Songwu standing in front of him, who was barely breathing and had no strength to speak, and killed him with a knife.

"Cut off his head and throw it in the trash can."

He walked out of the hut and stood at the door. The sun rose slowly outside.

"The morning glow is so beautiful." Ryan walked over and handed him a cigarette, looking at the red sky in the distance and sighed.

"Yes, it's dawn."

Memories were reflected in Holder's eyes. He looked up and it seemed that the family of four was standing on the horizon. At that time, his parents were still young, and the home was still there. It was very warm at that time.

But...

When I grew up, it was all gone.

Mexico is not worthy of warmth.

Two big men stood at the door, leaning on the edge of the door, looking at the rising sun. The afterglow of the sun shone on the two people, and the shadows behind them were also close to the light.

...

Songwu's head was found in the trash can.

At that time, the sanitation worker felt like taking drugs and then finding out that the prostitute you found was a man.

There was no quality at all, and they didn't care about the feelings of the sanitation worker at all!

The people of Juarez came and took the head away and sealed the hut.

But this person ran away, what can you do?

However, the people of Juarez will definitely not give up. The whole Mexico City is in a panic. This is the second attack on Juarez this month.

They have reason to suspect that it was the work of those big organizations.

However, these things did not hinder the new generation of Mexico. On the contrary, their business was booming. They made two more orders, but they were all small retail investors, and they sold less than 20,000 US dollars.

But this is also a good start.

If the arms business was not so sensitive, Victor would have planned to ask how much it would cost to advertise on TV.

You should know that Mexico is a country with "strict gun control". Yes, there is only one place in the whole country where you can buy guns, and even the police equipment has to be purchased there.

The drugs used by drug dealers are all from the black market.

Drugs can soften people's will and destroy their bodies, but if arms are rampant, it will shake the rule.

Believe it or not, advertising today, anti-terrorism tomorrow, not anti-gang, and the Americans are here together. They don't want this little brother who is very close to them to have internal strife.

"Victor~"

"Good morning, Victor~"

Because of the "let the wind standoff" incident, Victor's reputation in the prison almost turned 180 degrees. Many people are happy to talk to him, and his "popularity" is mixed.

Victor smiled and nodded to them in a friendly manner.

These people will be his "helpers" in the future.

"Hey, Victor." A female police officer in police uniform and black stockings stood at the door of the monitoring room and waved when she saw him.

"Ardama, good morning, what can I do for you?"

This is the person who took over Anna's shift. He is now the head of the psychological intervention department, that is, the head of the chicken. He looks really terrible.

You can deny the humanity of drug lords, but you can't deny their aesthetics.

What kind of scumbag can be used to serve the master?

He is also the new secretary of the warden Webster.

"The warden asked me to pass on the file to you. It comes from the Federal Preventive Police Department Prison Administration." She handed over the file in her hand. Victor felt something was wrong when he heard the name.

Ardama continued, "Because your law enforcement caused the death of a criminal and a serious injury to a criminal, the Joint Preventive Police Department has suspended you. The matter will be dealt with after the affairs department intervenes in the investigation."

This is...

Using official power to mess with yourself?

That is the so-called administrative leave?

There were already prison guards standing at the door in the corridor of the office looking over here.

Victor opened the document in his hand, and it was as she said, with the official seal on it. He nodded, put the letter away, and thanked Aldama very gentlemanly.

"From now on, you are not allowed to enter the office."

"No problem."

Victor smiled, turned around and walked two steps, and turned back and said, "Aldama? My salary should be paid to me."

Aldama was stunned, you still care about this?

"Of course."

"That's good, my salary is to support my family."

Victor tore the document in half and threw it into the trash can. His mood was not as relaxed as his expression looked.

He was suspended now, but there would definitely be news tomorrow, "After review, Victor had serious dereliction of duty problems, dismissed from his position, and handed over to the disciplinary inspection department for prosecution."

If Webster hadn't been afraid that the means were too direct, he could even hand it to himself together with the suspension documents.

By then, he would be a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

As expected, he is a careerist. His killing methods are much more subtle than those of drug lords.

He came to the second prison area and found Casare who was on duty. When he heard that he was suspended, he frowned, but patted his chest and said directly, "Boss, you can't lose your police identity. Don't worry, I will take care of this matter."

In the plan, the company is to use Victor to provide financial and other support to facilitate his climb up and act as a protective umbrella for the group.

If you don't use some tricks, do you really think you are easy to bully?

Boss, don't take your work too seriously, it's easy to lose your life.

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