Working as a police officer in Mexico

"What do you want me to answer you?"

"In other words, what answer do you want to hear?"

Victor didn't deny or admit it, he just looked at Casare directly.

No need to ask, the meaning is obvious. He was responsible for the explosion yesterday, and it was aimed at Haggis.

Casare's mouth was half open, "But you are a policeman."

Victor, however, looked relaxed, pinched the sticky substance with his fingers, put it under his nostrils and sniffed, "Of course, I have always been a policeman, and I am always proud of this identity."

Putting his hands on the table, he stood up with a sinister look on his face, "But Haggis wants me to die, then I will tell him that he will not go to heaven if he offends Jesus, but if he offends me, I will let him die today. Go Damn it, in this place in Mexico, if he fights for his life, I’ll kill him first.”

Casare was frightened by Victor's almost crazy remarks.

"you really are……"

"A mad dog?" Victor said the last words for him, leaned back, smiled happily, and pointed left and right, "Do you think some of the people here are policemen, sent here by drug lords from outside? Undercover, people are here for money, and the national flag hanging outside is hard to wipe your butt with. People like you and me with no background, no education, no education, what else can we do besides working hard? "

"To sell sperm now, you have to check your academic qualifications! What is your academic qualifications?"

"I know you have three brothers and sisters, you are still studying, and your mother is mending clothes for others. After your salary is sent home, how many times can you play with women a month? The ones you play with are always crappy, very low-grade. , your ex-girlfriend, didn’t you just run away with a rich man? If you were rich, would he run away? You can play with whoever you want. Tonight you said you wanted to have a child with the congresswoman, so use your money. , I got the ring in the afternoon, money can do a lot of things.”

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Victor has seen Casare's resume. Let's put it this way, he is a white lotus, or he has been a good boy since he was a child. He does whatever his mother says, studying, dropping out of school, taking exams, and becoming a policeman.

It may seem like everything is smooth sailing, but in fact, it’s something you’ve worked hard for your whole life, and the drug dealers just put some money in and let people in.

"I guarantee you that you will earn at least 1,000 more pesos a month."

Casare's breathing quickened, but he didn't speak.

Victor was not in a hurry, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder, "If you want, you can come to my room to find me after get off work in the evening. You are sensible about Haggis, right?"

Victor left without waiting for his answer.

Sitting blankly, Casare's brain was running rapidly. He had always thought that Victor was as honest as him, but now it seemed that it was all just a disguise.

"Hey, Casare, have you finished eating? It's time to clean up." The prison guard on duty in the cafeteria came over and shouted when he saw him still sitting, a little impatient.

He hurriedly stood up, waved his hand at the other party sheepishly, watched the other party pour the uneaten mashed potatoes into the bucket, and swallowed.

An idea suddenly came to mind.

If I had money, no one would urge me to eat faster.

…

Third Ward.

The plateau prison is like a "prince city". It is isolated, with high-voltage electricity running all the time, and separate canteens, lounges, and work areas. It seems very strict.

But it's really a piece of shit.

Later, when Guzman was arrested in February 2014, his son paid the prison guards to bring in a watch with GPS positioning, and then spent a year outside, spending $56 million to dig a 1.5-kilometer-long strip. , more than 10 meters deep underground, 1.7 meters high, 75CM wide, with light and ventilation channels.

On July 12, 2015, under surveillance, Guzman successfully escaped from prison again!

So, Mexican prisons are a joke.

How dare you say that you are a drug lord after you have not been to a prison cell a few times?

But on the surface, the third prison area is still very "strict." When entering, you passed through four checks, including name and photo comparison, and whether you were carrying any contraband on your body.

When everything was checked, he was brought before Conor Velasquez, the head of the Third Ward, a stocky police sergeant.

"Welcome, Sergeant Victor." The other person seemed very friendly and took the initiative to shake hands with him.

Victor blinked his right eye. Now when he met a "strange" boss, he had to feel it out first, otherwise he would not feel safe.

Conor Velazquez.

male!

Born in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, 1952.

…

At the age of 31, he has been serving as the head of the Third Ward of Gaoyuan Prison ever since.

Crime points: 1500.

This score is almost 5 Haggis and 1 and a half Mil Baird.

It's not that he is more ruthless than the other two, but because he has more influence, and he has the father-in-law of the Sinaloa State Director behind him.

Tsk tsk tsk...

As long as they actively cooperate with the rule of the Sinaloa Cartel, they are basically like a Turkish emperor.

"I heard you were injured before? How was it? Are you okay now?" Kona Velasquez asked like an old friend.

"Much better. Thank you for your concern, sir."

The other party nodded, flipped through the resume bag he brought, and said casually, "Those bastards are so lawless. I heard that Hoyle is the little leader of the Gulf Group. You should be careful. If necessary, you can Come to me."

Victor understood instantly.

Sinaloa has a grudge against the Gulf Group, and they often kill each other for market share. Today you kill my mother, and tomorrow I will kill your mistress, just as "Godfather" Gallardo said when he was arrested.

"Without me, the beasts will have no scruples!"

Victor is not a fool. Of course he will not refuse this kind of kindness that comes to his door. If he pushes everyone to his opposite, then he is called a fool.

"Then I will trouble you from now on."

He picked up the lighter on the table and lit it for Conor Velasquez, who was smoking a cigarette.

Appropriate flattery is to live a better life.

backbone?

Worthless.

Before Guzman was famous, he stole cars.

Which one is easier for a boss to get ahead on his own?

There are some things that you didn't have when you were born, and I'm afraid it will be difficult in this life, but there will always be people who refuse to accept their fate, so you have to let go of a lot.

For example: dignity.

Don’t you think it’s a joke that poor people in Mexico talk about dignity?

Kona Velasquez was obviously very satisfied with Victor's attitude, holding a cigarette in his hand, "There was originally a deputy in the third ward, but he was involved in a gunfight while he was on vacation and was killed."

"From now on, you will be responsible for his work, arranging patrols for prison guards, calling prisoners, and inventorying weapons in the armory..."

This is more rights than what I have in the Second Ward.

"Chaos can happen anywhere. As long as the drug lords in the Third Ward don't leave the prison, they can do whatever they want. Even if they ask you for condoms, you will satisfy them."

Victor was not stupid, he kept his posture very low, as if "I'm new here, I don't understand, the boss has the final say."

"I'll have someone take you to familiarize yourself with the office." Kona Velazquez pressed the phone on the table, "Ana, come in."

Someone on the other side responded.

It can be heard that he has a good voice and a good figure.

After two or three minutes, there was a knock on the door, high heels hitting the ground, and a very rhythmic sound. When Victor turned his head, he saw a tall man in police uniform, and the two dicks looked like they were about to explode.

Extraordinarily eye-catching.

Men, what do you look at first if you don’t look at your breasts?

Look inside?

"Ana, this is the new deputy director of the Third Ward, Victor Carlos Vieri."

"Hello, sir." Anna saluted, shaking her arms as if intentionally or unintentionally, and the ball on her chest swayed automatically.

This is a woman who is very good at using her own strengths.

"I am the leader of the psychological counseling and intervention team in the Third Ward. If you have physical or psychological needs in the future, I can make arrangements."

Is there still something like this in the Third Ward?

Why, does it sound like it's for sale?

Gao someone blinked.

The other party’s information is clear at a glance.

Looking at the "resume" above, Victor suddenly realized it and his eyes were strange.

He guessed right. This Anna was indeed for sale. She belonged to a "Night Cat" X-selling organization. This organization was owned by Juarez. The business was carried out inside the prison, mainly providing sexual services to the big guys inside. .

Up to hundreds or even thousands of dollars at a time.

From this alone, Tijuana can earn millions of dollars a year.

Hold!

It's so outrageous that he opened the door to outrageous people - it's so outrageous.

No wonder many drug lords are even willing to go to jail. This can not only ensure safety in prison, but also remotely control the organization. It is more comfortable in prison than outside. Of course, the premise is that you don’t meet your younger brother who becomes a big boss, such as Los Angeles, a subsidiary of Gulf Group. Zetas.

"Take Sergeant Victor to see the office," Conor Velazquez said. "I have a meeting later."

Anna smiled and nodded.

The two of them left the office. Anna walked in front. Her butt was shaking, and it was even sexier than the electric fan. She walked to the next door and opened the door. "Sergeant Victor, this is the office of the former deputy superintendent. Take a look, there is There’s nothing I don’t like, and I’ve made everyone lose it.”

Victor took a look and saw that the decoration inside was very clean, and there was a bookshelf with world famous books on it. He even saw two books from China.

He opened the drawer casually, and there was an envelope lying inside, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Yesterday I heard that there was a new commander in the Third Ward. This is a meeting ceremony for the gentlemen..."

Gentlemen, this should be an allusion to drug lords.

Victor opened the door and saw the colorful things inside.

"A total of fifty thousand pesos." Anna said while looking at the young officer.

The other party's expression was obviously one of surprise, and a sense of conquest emerged in her heart.

"Ana..." Victor glanced at her epaulettes, "Corporal, can you do me a favor?"

"certainly."

Anna smiled wildly and was ready to take off her clothes.

"Can you break it down for me, which gentleman gave the fifty thousand pesos and which gentleman didn't?"