Working as a police officer in Mexico

It was still light in the morning.

The early-rising prison guards saw a horrifying scene.

A man in pajamas with a full beard was hung in the air with his hands behind his back. He was listless and looked dead.

The confused prison guards were pointing and asking each other.

"What are you doing? It's so late, aren't you going to change shifts?" Casare came over with two dark circles under his eyes, and saw a group of people around him, and said with a fierce face.

Many prison guards hurried away, and there were also many who had a good relationship with him.

"Director Casare, who is this?" A prison guard with the rank of sergeant took out a cigarette and handed it over, looking flattering.

Casare hesitated for a moment, anyway, they would know it later, took the cigarette, and said in a muffled voice, "Olivier."

Fearing that he didn't know, he added, "He did what happened to Franz yesterday."

The sergeant's eyes widened at once, but Casare didn't want to say more and walked away with his hands behind his back. Looking at his back, the sergeant swallowed his saliva. This news was too shocking.

In less than half an hour, almost everyone knew that the person hanging on the playground was Olivier, and they also learned from someone who knew that it was Warden Victor who personally led people to capture him.

And a fierce gunfight broke out.

Victor, who was already popular in the prison, gained another wave of great favorability.

"Did you ask someone to say it on purpose?" Best whispered to Casare.

The latter was eating a chicken roll, "When you do things, you have to be high-profile, otherwise who knows what you do? If you hide everything, it's better not to do it. This is called political reputation, don't you understand?"

Best admitted that he was right, but he was cautious by nature and felt that not everyone was convinced by so many prison guards, and some scums were still cooperating with drug dealers outside.

There was no guarantee that something would happen.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Victor appeared on the playground on time. Casare had arranged 200 prisoners and 100 prison guards as "audiences". There were too many people in the plateau prison, and it was impossible to pull them all out.

If more than 5,000 prisoners really riot, it's no joke.

Victor is not that crazy.

He just picked a few troublemakers to make an example of them.

These prisoners have been educated so that they dare not whisper to each other, but their eyes are full of anger. They feel that their dignity has been insulted.

When Victor was about to go up and say a few words, he saw Casare hurried over, "Webster called Pierluigi."

This name is so familiar.

After thinking about it, it seems that he is one of the two deputy directors of the Prison Administration.

According to Alejandro, these two people usually have a bad relationship with him, but after he was awarded and promoted, the deputy directors were polite to him, maybe they knew he was leaving.

This position is about to be vacated.

Webster came with a middle-aged man who looked very capable, with a gloomy look in his eyes, and he didn't look like someone who was easy to mess with.

"What are you doing, Victor?" Pierluigi looked up at Olivier hanging there, frowning, "Privately punishing prisoners is against the rules."

"Sir, I'm illiterate and can't understand the rules."

"But I know that this is a drug dealer. He tried to attack the prison to rescue the prisoners yesterday, but we caught him. I just taught him a lesson."

"Attack? In pajamas? Are you kidding, Victor?" Webster couldn't help but speak up.

"You can't shoot in pajamas? You're sitting on the sofa in a woman's house with your bare ass, don't think I don't know, sir!"

This made the others almost laugh out loud.

Webster's face turned red. Pierluigi motioned him not to speak. He looked at him and took a step forward. The two of them were very close. "I've heard of you, Victor. You've been doing very well recently, but don't take it too seriously sometimes. I know you follow Alejandro, but he's going to be transferred. Some things are uncertain." Victor laughed when he heard this and turned to look at Webster. "So, you choose to stand on the right side, right?" He looked at his watch and said, "Sir, time is up. If you want to give a speech, I think you should go to the tavern. The strippers there will applaud you." Pierluigi raised his eyebrows and showed anger. He reached out and grabbed Victor. Who knew that the latter would punch him backhanded and hit him directly on the left face. Pierluigi was careless for a moment and stumbled two steps. Victor went up and kicked him to the ground. Not satisfied yet, he went up and gave Pierluigi a set of left and right hooks. The hand was not light, and his eyes were swollen like a stone. Grabbing Pierluigi's hair, Victor leaned into his ear and said in a suppressed voice, "Sir! You have bad breath. What you said makes me so upset. I hate people's nagging the most!" He slammed Pierluigi's head directly on the table next to him. Bang! He lay on the ground like a dead dog, his face covered with blood. The whole place was silent. Webster's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Victor dared to beat his superior. Is the deputy director not the director? "Tell someone to send him to the infirmary. I'll pay for the medical expenses." Victor took out a chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweetness instantly swept his brain, making him feel much better. He looked at Webster and patted his face, "Warden, you make me very upset. You don't have to come tomorrow." Reverse firing!

Of course he knew what Webster meant, but seeing that he had become more powerful, he felt that he would have no right to speak in prison in the future. He was reluctant to give up this right and wanted Pierluigi to suppress him.

Isn’t that what is sordid in the official career?

You, a veteran who has been working for thirty years and is about to retire, can still yell at newcomers.

Victor doesn't tolerate him.

If you have the temper, give me a shot.

If you lose your temper, get out of here.

As for removing him?

You removed someone who was in the news just after he was promoted. Isn't this a slap in the face?

As long as I am lawless, no one can talk in my ear.

And even if it’s withdrawn, isn’t it just a matter of putting some money in?

How much do you want, come and get it yourself!

Victor ignored Webster and stood in front of the guards and prisoners with his hands in his pockets. "Gentlemen, let me just say one thing. I don't care about the outside world. In Plateau Prison, prisoners are prisoners and guards are guards. If you think you have With strength, you can challenge me.”

"besides!"

Victor raised a finger and said, "Please respect the law."

He lowered his finger and lit a cigarette for himself. The rope tied to Olivier in mid-air broke and he fell rapidly.

Have you ever seen a watermelon crack?

The blood mixed with brains splashed onto the face of the prisoner next to him, and even the criminal who had killed countless people felt chilled at this moment.

"Take care of it."

When the prison guards tremblingly drove the silent prisoners into the prison, they saw Casare running over, panting.

"By the way, pay the sanitation fee in full today. Those who haven't paid it will not be allowed to use the toilet tomorrow. Gentlemen, please don't forget it for the sake of your anuses."

…

When Victor returned to the office, he received a call from Alejandro. He came up and asked Pierluigi if he was looking for him.

Victor didn't hide it, "Yes, but I think you have to go to the hospital to see him."

Alejandro asked, "What's going on?"

"His face kissed my fist."

You can clearly feel the speechlessness on the other side.

"You hit him?!"

"He may take my position in the future. If you keep him from getting off the stage, he will definitely continue to cause trouble for you."

"No, he won't take your place, Alejandro, I said so."

"I hope you can always be so confident."

"You definitely didn't come to me just to say these things, right?" Victor took a puff of the cigarette and rolled it around his nose.

There was silence on the other side, as if someone had made a decision.

"Do you have access to arms? I want a batch of arms."

"Cough cough cough..."

When Victor heard this, he choked, "Alejandro, are you going to fight with someone?"

Politicians can just hit each other with sewer pipes.

Don't waste bullets.

Mainly because I'm afraid you won't pay me.

This is important.

…