Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Guadalupe Island will be our territory from now on!" Victor blew on his cigarette. It is not easy to go from a prison guard to a police chief.

But in his plan, this place is a springboard. First, protect the basics, and then counterattack the inland cities of Mexico. The entire Latin American continent needs the greetings of the "anti-drug" iron fist!

Drugs are the "disgusting" things in the world!

Must be eliminated!

"Should we get some more defensive weapons? I heard that the drug dealers also have submarines. Should we get some cannons at the dock?" Casare suggested softly.

I tasted the power of fire and I still can’t forget it.

"It's best to set up an air defense position. The big drug gangs here have flight routes. If anyone flies over, we will kill them directly!"

Casare became more and more excited at the end.

Men...

We only talk about three things together: women, politics, and military.

Are we still talking about how much a pound of chicken is at the food market at the door?

Maybe they know it very well in the red light district.

"How about digging up the mountain and putting some missiles in it?" Victor couldn't help but said with a smile.

Kasare was startled, raised his head, and paused for two or three seconds, "Boss...can you get the missile?"

! ! !

"Do you think I'm a warlord?"

Casare looked at his boss without saying a word. Victor was a little numb from his gaze, pointed at him and said, "Don't slander me, we are heavily armed police!"

"The drug traffickers are so powerful and their caliber is not rough. I feel very insecure."

Kasare nodded vigorously without speaking.

Boss, everything you said is right.

Victor cursed a few words and walked back to the office. When he arrived at the door, he said, "Abolish martial law, and from now on, December 27th will be designated as Guadalupe Island's Freedom Day to celebrate Guadalupe Island becoming Mexico's first A strictly drug-free zone."

Yes!

There are no drug dealers.

Come on, one of you will die. Even if the drug dealer has a dozen lives, it won’t be enough for Uncle Victor to kill him.

"I think we need a spokesperson for the police department," Casare said.

Victor's mind immediately thought of the big-skinned host on TV when he was a prison guard in Mexico City. He named his candidate, and Casare looked at him with a strange look, "Boss, Mexican TV It’s organized.”

"Then give her a salary increase. I believe she will make a choice."

Casare always felt that Victor's purpose was not very pure.

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The police station has lifted martial law!

This should be the best news.

This shows that many people who make a living by setting up stalls can now go out to work.

At night, I finally gained some popularity.

But not everyone likes this lifestyle.

There were many people sitting on the steps of the park, sighing and gulping down cheap beer.

"Gilipollas (bastard!), Victor...I..." A shirtless middle-aged man smashed the bottle in his hand on the ground. He was a little drunk. The companion next to him quickly grabbed him, "You don't want to live anymore, this is Can I scold you?"

The middle-aged man was agitated, sat down in a muffled voice, and continued to sigh.

They are all "non-staff" of drug trafficking groups, also known as downlines, transport personnel, porters, etc.

Why can’t all Mexican drug traffickers be eradicated?

That's because many people depend on them for their meals.

For example, Guadalupe Island has no industrial plants at all, and because it is an active volcanic island, many cash crops are not suitable for cultivation. Many people rely on drug dealers to make a living.

This is why Calderon started the anti-drug war in 2006 and ended with "government surrender". You can't solve the people's lives at all. Even if you catch Guzman, there are Armando, El Mencho and so on.

The farmers who have lost their source of livelihood have only one thought between them and the mob.

Many people who drank too much started to cause trouble, but the situation was still under control.

When Victor went to work the next day, senior assistant Casare handed him a police report, "Boss, we received a total of 22 police reports last night, 14 of which were fights. I think we should call the local people. Something has been done.”

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Casare turned back and closed the door, "We can open a processing factory like the plateau prison, and let Best go to California to find some orders. With so many people on Guadalupe Island, we can definitely become the largest processing factory in Mexico. factory."

Good guy…

Who says there are no smart people in Mexico?

There are still about 70,000 people on Guadalupe Island. Which processing plant in the world has so many people?

"And we can also control local supplies and let the people on the island spend as much as they earn. Wouldn't this money come back to our pockets?"

Due to the special geographical location of Guadalupe Island, most of the supplies are purchased from outside. There are two companies similar to grain and oil stores on the island. When the time comes, they will be purchased directly!

If you disagree…

Ahem... Victor will definitely not use any means.

He's a good guy.

Victor carefully thought about Casare's method and felt that it was very feasible. If the work problem was not solved, the idle people would form criminal groups again.

This becomes a vicious cycle.

"And we don't need to bring them together for manual work. We can do it at home. If you need a production line, you can requisition the city hall. The place is so big that it is of no use now. It is better to use it as a factory."

"Have you thought about it a long time ago?" Victor looked at Casare with a strange expression, "This is not like you."

"Don't I also want to make progress? With the boss, you have to study more. We will maintain Guadalupe Island well. The Mexican government... Well, even if the drug traffickers want to kill us, we can organize a team in a short time. militia."

I almost said what was on my mind.

It’s so exciting to be a local emperor in this place!

It would be great if the boss could have a warship or ship, so that he could enter Ensenada City from the side and threaten the Tijuana drug cartel, directly removing this cancer.

Until then…

With the reputation of Victor Boss, he can definitely participate in the election.

By then, what will Mexico’s last name be?

Ding~~Bing~

The landline phone on the table rang very suddenly, disturbing the enthusiasm of the two people's conversation. Victor picked up the phone and his expression was stunned for a moment, "Okay, I understand." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Go to the dock. Gulf Group has sent someone to redeem the goods."

Casare was also stunned when he heard the news.

"Boss, are we still letting them take it back? Wouldn't that mean we have to harm others?"

Victor smiled happily, "They must bring money to redeem their goods. Invite people in first. If they step on Guadalupe Island, then we can arrest them. Isn't this money ours?" Is there a trophy?”

insidious!

It’s really insidious!

Casare raised his thumb and said, "Boss, you are right!"

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