Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 27 Dashachun, what are you doing!
Mexico City. Plinth Square.

This is probably the safest place in Mexico.

Municipal agencies are all in this area, military and police patrols are everywhere, and tanks can even be seen.

This would not have happened before 1985. It was not Pablo who made everyone nervous, but he immediately confused all the drug dealers in the world.

Silly Dachun, what are you doing!
Because the impact of the attack on the Supreme Court was so bad, the Mexican government raised the security level for fear that others would follow suit.

The compound of the Federal Preventive Police Department is also among them. You can see many people coming and going. In a small building in the northwest corner, here is the Prison Administration Bureau. It looks a bit mottled from the outside, but this is really a oil and water department.

Carlos Alejandro stuffed the stacks of U.S. dollars in the drawer into his briefcase, almost one hundred thousand, zipped it up, adjusted his clothes in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the office.

I just got off work at this time, and all my colleagues who met me would politely call out, "Director."

Alejandro would respond mildly.

Sitting in the car, he looked at the cake and Barbie doll placed on the passenger side, with a soft smile on his face. Today was his daughter's 8th birthday, so he gave up the evening entertainment just to celebrate her birthday.

My home is only about 6 kilometers away from my work, which can be considered a comfort zone. Compared with the slums, the environment here is like heaven and hell.

The extreme gap between rich and poor is also a point of social contradiction.

Park the car, push the outer aisle door with the gift, open the door with the key, and see unfinished tea on the coffee table, cigarettes in the ashtray, and toys on the ground, Alex Dro threw the keys on the sofa and shouted, "Julia, Lucina~"

But no one responded to him, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. He pulled out the weapon from the gun bag on his waist and walked towards the restaurant cautiously.

According to the "Mexican Survival Guide" it says: If something goes wrong, please use an RPG, oh, sorry, that's a Soviet guide.

Alejandro pushed open the door of the restaurant and saw his wife and daughter tied to the chairs at a glance. Just as he was about to rush over, a gun was pressed against the back of his head. A man snatched the gun away from him with a low voice. The voice was in his ear, "Don't be nervous, sir, don't shout. I am very timid. If you scare me, maybe you will have to go to the embrace of the Lord early."

"Don't shoot. The belongings at home are in the safe upstairs. The password is 978478. There is 20 US dollars in it. If you take them all, you hope to spare our lives." Alejandro was very calm.

I thought I encountered a robber.

Such home invasions and robberies happen so often that they are as likely as rape cases in India.

"It seems that your net worth is quite high. I remember that you can't save that much money from your salary." The man behind him said teasingly, "If the Mexican people know about this, I think Alejandro I’m afraid it’s not as simple as resigning as a police officer.”

The other party's heart sank when he said this, and many thoughts suddenly came to his mind. Which deputy director sent this person to kill him?
A carrot and a pitfall, many people have been thinking about the position of the director for a long time.

From the filial piety fees collected by the prison below and the salaries paid by drug lords, I can get hundreds of thousands of dollars in more than a month.

Damn it, it turns out that being an official abroad makes more money than being a robber.

Just as Alejandro was thinking about how to deal with it, the man behind him pushed him and hit him directly on the dining table. However, regardless of the pain, he turned around and saw two men.

The leader trimmed his crew cut, and his eyes were as aggressive as those of a wild beast, but the scars on his face made him a little frightened. With a smile on his lips, he said, "Introduce yourself, Nouriel Best."

"Someone entrusted me to come and chat with you. Don't worry, it's just a simple chat."

Next to him, Duke handed over the big brother in his hand. Alejandro glanced at it, and the latter signaled him to answer with his eyes.

Alejandro took a deep breath, his hands were shaking, but he tried his best to stabilize himself. Being able to sit in this position, what kind of scene has he not seen before?

Although I am still afraid, I understand that the more afraid I am, the faster I will die.

"Hello~"

A very peaceful greeting came from the other side of Big Brother, "Good evening, Officer Alejandro. I'm sorry to bother you at this time. My friends didn't hurt you, right? If they did, I'd like to say sorry on their behalf."

"But having said that, I didn't offend you, did I? After you suspended me, I had no food to eat. How could I go to your house to eat? Do you know that you ruined my job? I am so anxious that I can't sleep every day. What the hell are you doing?" , my hair was falling out all night.”

The sound behind him suddenly became louder, startling Alejandro.

"who are you?"

"Didn't I tell you? Well, my name is Victor Carlos Vieri, police sergeant in the Third Ward of Plateau Prison, sir! Have you remembered?"

He remembered that at that time, he thought the name Vieri was a bit Italian. It was the description of the cease and desist report sent from Plateau Prison, because Webster usually gave him gifts, so he signed it thinking about it to save face.

Fuck!
I never expected that something like this would happen.

"Sir, I just want to be a policeman. This is my ideal. You won't be so unkind, will you?"

Of course, Alejandro followed his words and continued, "No, no, tomorrow, no, I'll have someone lift the suspension report later."

Victor on the opposite side was very satisfied, "Thank you, sir. By the way, let me ask, how much does the warden's position cost?" This jumping question directly confused Alejandro, and he couldn't even hesitate. Know how to answer.

"Hahaha, I'm joking sir, have a nice night."

Alejandro raised his head and looked at Best, "Hang up..."

The latter took the big brother and handed it to Duke. He looked at the little girl's outfit, put away the gun, took out a stack of U.S. dollars wrapped in a plastic bag from his arms, and threw it on the dining table. "Don't worry, there's nothing to do." It will make you work for nothing, it’s ten thousand dollars, and you’d better ignore the affairs between us and Webster from now on.”

"You don't want this to be your daughter's last birthday."

Best also arranged his clothes and gave him a piece of advice, "Sir, remember to wear a body armor when you go out."

After speaking, he patted his face, smiled, and took Duke away.

Alejandro watched the people leave, and the breath that supported him suddenly withered away, and his legs became a little weak. He quickly ran over and untied the ropes of his wife and daughter, hugged them and comforted them twice.

Most people in Mexico are distinguished by those who understand current affairs.

What if you are really disobedient?

hey hey hey...

Guzman once ordered someone to fire several shots at campaign staff at a presidential campaign site.

Arrogance is also a label for Mexicans.

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Prison dormitory.

Seeing Victor hang up the phone, Casare looked at him expectantly, "How's it going? He agreed?"

"No one can say anything to refute the caliber."

"From now on, I will give him ten thousand dollars a month. If I let him accept my money, it will not be easy to escape." Victor took a cigarette and tapped it on the armrest of the chair, squinting his eyes.

"Can we talk to him about the expatriation?" Casare asked in a low voice.

Victor revealed part of his future plans to the other party. He was very interested in being sent abroad to serve as the director of a certain region.

The Mexican police department often recruits "police auxiliary officers" due to lack of manpower, so the scope of operations here is wide.

Local finance will not support it because they want to commit corruption.

But if you have money, you can build a team.

Around the millennium, many drug trafficking organizations did this, first pushing people to the position of director, and then using official names to recruit some drug dealers to launder their rights. Why?
Borrow this name.

You can follow the military and police in cracking down on drugs!
You can be "righteous" when facing your competitors, but you can be "the traitor" when facing your own company.

Unexpectedly, Mexican drug lords are very clever.

Understand what it means to be a king by pulling on the tiger's skin.

Victor defines Best as a glove, which is a criminal group. In the future, he will slowly transfer power to him and become a stable behind-the-scenes person.

How can police officers be in cahoots with criminals!

And those "police auxiliary personnel" are his real team. They will help him fight "crimes", earn political achievements, and then use the reputation they have earned to participate in elections!
His ambition is very big.

What future can a gangster leader have?
Do you know who the biggest gangster in the world is?
"Alejandro is just a prison officer. He can have this power. The most important thing is that I have no political achievements. I need political achievements to add a lever on my shoulders."

Victor seemed calm, but Casare seemed eager.

"Political achievements?" He raised his eyebrows when he heard this sentence, as if he thought of something, and his expression suddenly became tangled.

"Victor, what do you think of my cousin Dragan?"

Victor raised his head and looked at him. He didn't know what he meant at first, but the two people looked at each other and understood instantly.

This guy.

Want to sell his cousin! !
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(End of this chapter)