Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Good night, Victor."

"Have sweet dreams, Casare."

The two said goodbye to each other. Victor walked into the dormitory and closed the door. Within a few seconds, the wooden door opened a gap.

One eye was fixed on Casare's back. After seeing him enter his dormitory, the wooden door slowly closed.

Victor turned on the light, and the dormitory was clearly visible.

About 15 square meters, a bed, a bathroom, and a table.

Spiders could be seen making webs on the walls.

There was a smell of decay in the air.

The treatment of the Mexican police is extremely poor. It would be nice to have a place for you to live, but what more do you need a bicycle?

Victor opened the toilet seat, peed, and stood in front of the sink and rinsed his hands. As a man, who would wash his hands without peeing on them?

He raised his head and looked at the face reflected in the glass. His eyes were a little scarlet, just like a gangster in a TV series who was so red-eyed that he killed someone.

He took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, held it in his mouth, and took out a lighter to light it a few times. However, it was obvious that the 1 peso lighter was not very cooperative. Victor flicked it hard, and with a snap, a small flame ignited.

"Stay with me."

He touched the cigarette nervously to the "person" in the mirror, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the "person" in the mirror also synchronized.

Haggis Baird's death gave him a sigh of relief.

Because you find that there are fewer malicious eyes around you, and your life is no longer so thin.

Next…

Webster Ashbourne!

He has many advantages, but he has one disadvantage: he is petty. Do you want to kill me? What else should I beeping with you for?

But after all, he is a prison warden, not a beggar on the streets of Mexico City. He is considered a high-level person. The forces behind him are complicated. If you want to kill him, you have to plan carefully.

One mistake and everything will be lost.

Lying on the wooden bed, it creaked under his weight.

Victor was thinking about the way forward.

If he kills Haggis and Mir himself, the Baird family behind him will definitely not give up. The crime family can stand firm and stand out because of its lawlessness. Revenge is just around the corner.

The only consolation was that this was Mexico City, and Chihuahua wasn't that close.

You have to work hard to make money!

Even decades later, those will-o'-the-wisp boys will all know that if you accept a rich man as your eldest brother, as long as you treat them to a cup of milk tea, you can take the spirited girl home at night.

Mexican drug dealers and gangs recruit people openly and openly. Most of them only get a small salary and a commission on the goods they handle.

The life of a low-level horse boy is not as good as that of a dog.

"The first pot of gold."

Victor frowned and thought about it carefully.

Drug trafficking - there is too much competition, too many stains, and the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration is keeping a close eye on it.

Kidnapping - little profit, slow money, too many poor people in Mexico, too much security for the rich.

Human trafficking?

Victor hesitated, should he sell the African black man to France?

Now people no longer need to grow cotton.

Moreover, human trafficking is mostly for prostitution, slave performances, human anatomy, etc. Unless you do this kind of business on a large scale, you can't make money on a small scale.

Mr. Gao also analyzed the pros and cons in a very serious way.

What is the most profitable thing in the world?

In addition to finance and the Internet, it should be arms, drug trafficking and smuggling.

During the U.S. Prohibition period, the predecessor of the Gulf Group made its fortune by smuggling alcohol to the United States. Later, when the Prohibition was lifted in 1933, it smuggled drugs.

Compared with these, arms trafficking appears to be very "low-key".

It's not that criminals in Mexico or Colombia don't want to do it, but this thing requires investment. Wherever you open a plantation like marijuana, there are people who can do it, and the money comes in very quickly.

What costs one dollar in Mexico will cost at least five times when shipped to the United States.

The most important thing is, do you make weapons and sell them in the United States?

Isn’t this just taking the coal from Datong to Inner Mongolia and selling it?

The profit from arms is prohibitive even for drugs. You just need to understand that the real money cannot be made by individuals. It is the things sold at the national level that are the most profitable.

Criminal law is nothing more than a disguised monopoly by certain elites.

arms? !

Victor's eyes lit up instantly. The thing that Mexican drug traffickers consumed most quickly, besides their younger brothers, was weapons, and he could just use his points to exchange for weapons.

He blinked, and simple data appeared in front of him.

Points: 2160!

Haggis has 300 points, and Mil Baird has 900, which is exactly the number minus the points exchanged for two grenades.

2160 points can buy 108 anti-1 (F-1) grenades.

It’s not expensive for me to sell the rags from World War II for $10.

That adds up to $1,080.

Damn, that’s not a good deal at all.

Victor flipped through the panel again, which humanely marked what could be redeemed.

Carl Gustaf 45 submachine gun produced by an authentic Swedish factory - 70 points.

CZ 25 submachine gun with original Czech markings - 120 points.

Kalashnikov 1974 (AK-74) assault rifle produced by Izmash Company - 150 points.

The price is cheap, one Haggis can buy two AKs.

The international selling price of AK is about 300 to 800 US dollars. Of course, it is a regular original factory. Of course you cannot say that it is a fake made in Dala Village, a suburb of Afghanistan.

AK47 has a high cost-effectiveness, and is the favorite of drug dealers, who are suppressing the military and police departments.

2160 points can be exchanged for 14 AK47s. Even if I sell each AK47 for 200 US dollars, I will make 2800 US dollars, which is much more than selling grenades.

2800 US dollars is nearly two years' salary.

Victor's eyes turned red after this calculation.

People who have been poor can really turn red when they see money.

He took a deep breath to suppress the surging in his heart and calm down.

This business can't be done by just asking someone on the street if he wants it. This will definitely be robbed by the thieves.

You have to cover yourself with a layer of skin.

It's best to use a tiger skin to strengthen your courage.

Then you have to use your work to find a better "backer" in the third prison area.

Those who pursue a career in politics always have to find someone to help them.

Otherwise, you can't go far.

Although he was very anxious, he also knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. After determining the goal, what he had to do now was to sleep.

But once he closed his eyes, all he could think about was how to get rich.

He tossed and turned, and had no sleep.

It was almost midnight before he finally fell asleep.

…

Just after he got to work in the morning, Casare heard a "shocking news" in the prison cafeteria.

"Haggis is dead!" The colleague at the next table said in a "low voice", but it still attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Is it true? Impossible." The colleague who was chatting with him asked in surprise.

"Really, when I went to the warden's office to submit documents this morning, I heard someone on the phone inside, and it mentioned it, and it was what happened at the night market last night. I also contacted friends outside, and they said that the bodies of Haggis and Mil Baird were taken to the Sinaloa Group. It is said that Guzman gave them 150,000 pesos."

This number caused the prison guards to exclaim.

150,000 pesos, equivalent to 75,000 US dollars, this is...

Do you know what this means?

Some people also shook their heads pretending to be sorry, "I didn't expect Haggis to die. Although he was a little proud, he was still a good person." Of course, some people were unhappy with him and said a few sarcastic words, but they were quickly pulled back by their good friends. He had a family behind him, so he couldn't say anything. Casare ate potatoes, but they tasted like chewing wax. He couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. I didn't expect that it was Haggis who died! This made him more suspicious of Victor's whereabouts yesterday. A pair of hands suddenly patted him on the shoulder, which scared him so much that the spoon in his hand fell to the ground. "Huh? What are you thinking about? So scared."

The man picked up the spoon on the ground, put it on the table, walked to him, and said with a smile, "Thinking about women?"

Looking at the familiar face, Casare swallowed the mashed potatoes in his mouth, and then forced a smile, "No...no, it's just that when you took the photo, I thought of a horror movie."

Victor took the potatoes from the other's plate without hesitation, broke them apart, and stuffed them into his mouth, "It tastes good. It seems that Uncle Sals is in a good mood today."

Casare laughed awkwardly, lowered his head and ate a mouthful of soup, raised his eyes, looked at Victor in front of him as if nothing had happened, and hesitated, but still said, "Victor, Haggis is dead."

"Oh? That's a pity, but God bless him." Victor said casually, without any surprise.

"Aren't you curious about how he died?" Casare licked his dry lips and asked anxiously.

Victor glanced at him, "Dude, it's disrespectful to ask and pay too much attention to the way the deceased died. Do you think Jesus would like people discussing his crucifixion?"

I don't know what the priests in the Middle Ages had in mind.

How can God bless you if you use a cross as your logo?

It's like telling you in your ear, hey, man, you died in a very unique way.

It would be strange if God could bless you.

Seeing Victor like this, Casare looked around, leaned forward, with anxiety in his brows, lowered his voice, and asked, "Haggis's death, does it have nothing to do with you?"

The smile on Victor's face gradually converged until it disappeared.

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