Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 407 puts Victor in the middle of a slum war!

Chapter 407 puts Victor in the middle of a slum war!
Located in the desert 80 kilometers outside Mexico City stands the entire federal highest-security prison.

——El Altiplano! (plateau!)
Early in the morning, hundreds of prisoners wearing striped shirts were lined up neatly. They all had shaved heads, clean faces and clear eyes.

"Let's rehearse now. Everyone must speak loudly. If I find that anyone is not speaking loudly, I will treat him to a big dinner tonight!" The disciplinarian shouted loudly, holding a baton.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

The supervisor nodded, "Welcome, sir!"

The prisoners below clapped rhythmically, clapping, clapping, clapping, clapping!

Almost all in the rhythm.

The supervisor nodded in satisfaction, but suddenly his eyes paused. He frowned, walked over with a stick in hand, and hit a burly man hard on the forehead. The man cried out in pain after being hit by the plastic stick.

"Don't think I don't know that you are pretending! You should show respect and admiration on your face! Do you understand?" He cursed loudly and smashed the other person's head, leaving him covered in blood.

The warden scolded the criminal and hit him with a stick.

"Drag him away and replace him with someone more obedient."

The two soldiers standing nearby came up and dragged the big man. The other man finally panicked, "Inspector! Inspector, give me another chance, give me another chance!!!"

"I'm telling you, the fact that you're still alive is because of the general's forgiveness! You bastards are still not honest and don't know how to be grateful!"

"Otherwise, I will bury you all in the pit with your predecessors!"

The shrill screams made the standing criminals tremble with fear, and they felt a sense of grief in their hearts, as if the rabbit had died and the fox had grieved for the other.

This "highland" prison used to be very strict. Victor and his successors managed it very strictly, and the sewing machine business there was also very good. But after the Popovich government came to power, my goodness...

He simply replaced the prison with his own people.

The cheers of the drug dealers resounded through the sky again. Those imprisoned were those who had been against Popovich or the drug dealers. It seemed as if everything had returned to the way it was before.

Many former prison guards were retaliated against...

He was beaten to death by a group of prisoners in public.

There was even a guard who was skinned alive and his entire family was killed. The situation was horrific.

But the dramatic scene is...

Hi!
Victor is back with a huge army, and now the prison is facing a thunderous attack.

Very simple.

Kill them all!
The plateau prison wailed for three days and three nights!

Nearly 3000 criminals imprisoned there were all killed, and those who took revenge on their guards were even more miserable. A rough iron hook was passed through their chins, and then they were hung on a pole like fish. After flapping a few times, they stopped moving and died in pain.

Then they brought some minor prisoners from other prisons...

There is no shortage of drug dealers in Mexico anyway.

Victor felt that it was not very friendly to just kill them all, so he was already actively contacting African buyers, as those warlords would definitely need cannon fodder.

In the 19th century people sold black people, now they are doing the opposite!
Buy one get one free, and they are all very healthy. Even if they are suitable for plugging bullet holes, it would be a waste to leave them here...

Today is the day when "Emperor Wei" comes back to revisit his old place, so naturally he has to perform well. He pulled out all the weeds in the cracks in the ground and wiped the ground with a rag several times.

Tsk tsk tsk…

March 9, 1 am.

A convoy drove into the "Highland" prison and stopped in an open space. Victor, Casare and others got out of the bulletproof bus in the middle.

A man with the rank of lieutenant colonel came running over, "Sir! Kelton Torres, the warden of Plateau Prison, reports to you!"

Victor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Kelton Torres, long time no see. I remember you have a daughter. She should be studying too."

He also said to Casare and others beside him, "I remember that I was the warden of the second prison area, and he was the warden of the third prison area. Later, I was assigned as the chief. This is one of the veterans who followed me to Guadalupe Island to be the police chief. Half of his arm was lost in the battle with Tijuana."

Casare nodded beside him. "All the brothers made arrangements on the spot. We asked Kelton Torres what he wanted to do. He said he wanted to be a warden. I told him to be the director of prisons across the country. He thought he was not capable enough and insisted on returning to the plateau. We couldn't persuade him."

"Old brother, you are still strong." He patted the other's arm and then patted his belly, saying self-deprecatingly, "My belly is getting bigger and bigger."

These words caused everyone to laugh.

Many of the accompanying personnel following behind him looked at him with envy.

Even though he is just a small prison warden, the general is a man of loyalty and trust. If anything happens, he can just make a phone call. How can this be called?
Directly reach the sky!

Treatment of veterans.

In principle, you can’t give others a green channel. Unfortunately, Kelton Torres is the principle.

Hearing what Victor and Casare said, the warden was also very excited, with tears in his eyes. It must be an honor to be remembered by others, especially by Victor who had become a big man.

"Let's go, let me see what has become of our old unit now."

"General, please."

Kelton Torres looked at his subordinate, who immediately understood and waved a signal to the prisoners and guards standing on both sides.

clap clap clap!
Applause broke out immediately, and everyone, including the criminals, looked at him with admiration!
This made Victor and Casare look at each other and smile bitterly, but they couldn't refuse Kelton Torres' kindness, so they followed him to visit the modern "sewing machine factory" in the "Highland" prison.

Now we no longer operate sewing machines, but have transformed into manufacturing sewing machines. Because the current number of criminals is very large, we are fully capable of consuming them. The prison system's annual income can reach more than 3000 million US dollars, which is pure profit.

Of course, there is still potential here.

"General, in addition to the drug dealers, there are many highly educated criminals among the people captured by the Northern Army. I plan to gather them together and then use their knowledge to invest, such as that one..." Kelton Torres pointed at a thin man wearing glasses, who was expressionless but focused in front of the assembly line.

"He is a physics professor at the National University of Mexico. He was caught on his way to buy drugs for his wife who was taking drugs. I think it would be a waste for such a man to do such menial work. I plan to let him open a training class specifically for those wealthy families..."

Victor looked at him in surprise.

Man…

You are not kidding, are you?

Let a drug buyer be a tutor?

Walter, when Americans see you, they think you have shit in your head...

Victor glanced at Casare next to him, who immediately understood that the boss wanted him to stand up as the bad guy. He coughed and said, "Kelton, have you ever considered the safety of the students? A criminal is always a criminal. Who will be held responsible if he hurts a student?"

Kelton Torres nodded in agreement when he heard this, frowning, "I heard that we have computers now. It would be great if we could have face-to-face chats on the computers. Then when students have questions about legs, we can let our highly educated criminals answer them. We will definitely make a fortune."

! ! ! !
Victor looked at him strangely. His brain... was really quick.

Isn't this ICQ?

But that wouldn’t come out until 1996, and the founder is still studying now.

Doesn’t that mean you can’t develop it yourself?

Tijuana has the largest "Internet zone" in Mexico, which is mainly responsible for software development and training of Internet talents.

If the Mexican government had developed ICQ first, it would have become more famous.

When Casare heard Kelton Torres' complaints, his eyes also lit up and he looked at the boss.

"Go back and tell them that this matter can be solved." Victor said calmly.

The first person to try something new always gets more benefits.

The 90s can be said to be the most important year for world change. The Internet took off in this decade, as did communications. If Mexico can overtake others in these important areas, they will become its pillar industries.

And there is also a semiconductor...

What is that company called in the Netherlands?

ASML?

Yes, that's what it should be called. If Victor remembers correctly, he later developed very well, and now it's only been established for a few years. ASML's early history was full of challenges. The company was on the verge of bankruptcy several times, but after its successful IPO in 1995, things began to improve.

In other words, this thing is now a hen that can't lay golden eggs. It's still in the process of brewing. Can I get involved?
Philips is a major investment company and was almost dragged down. At this time, I may be able to obtain a portion of the shares with appropriate funds.

It would be great to open a branch in Mexico as well!

Avoid the Yankees…

Make trouble then.

Semiconductors and chips will be the main tracks in the future.

I almost forgot about this one. Victor plans to go back and think carefully about other ways to make a fortune.

Warden Kelton Torres took them on a tour and showed them the cells where the criminals were held. They looked at him in fear, and it was obvious that they were often beaten.

"General, Mr. Bram Rumsfeld has arrived in Mexico City." Just then, the secretary trotted over to him and whispered.

Victor nodded and praised, "Kelton, you've done a great job in this prison. The relationship is very good. I'm very satisfied. Keep it up."

"Thank you for the compliment, General!"

"Okay, I have something else to do, so I won't stay long. If there's time, I'll invite all the elders to have a drink together."

"General, aren't you going to have dinner here before leaving?"

"No, there are guests coming from the United States, and I have to go meet them."

Although Kelton Torres felt disappointed, he also understood and watched Victor and his group leave. After the convoy completely disappeared, he turned back with a somewhat ferocious expression.

"Who farted in the cell?"

"F*ck, I'm gonna plug up the assholes of those bastards!"

……

A bar in the Chimahuacan slum.

Flashing charming and enchanting "lights".

You can tell at first glance that it's not a serious place.

"Hanky Pank", the name of this store.

On the stage, two naked girls were dancing erotically. It was so erotically sexy. Let’s put it this way, no man could stand it.

Dozens of strong men below were screaming and shouting, but they wanted to reach out their hands, but they didn't dare to do so because of some reasons. Sometimes they had to sneak around and nervously raise their heads to look towards the second floor. When they found that the big guys didn't see them, their laughter became more obscene and their actions became more bold.

At the door of the second floor, there stood a dozen masked militants holding assault rifles, occasionally looking inside the house.

There were quite a few people sitting inside, smoking.

"Fuck! I still say the same thing, Victor can have whatever he wants, but Chimahuacan, impossible! If he dares to come, I will..." A man with scars on his face smoked a cigarette and picked up a gun in frustration, "I will kill him!"

"If you want to surrender, go ahead, but we Los Aztecs will never surrender."

"I have already asked for help from the Texas headquarters. By then, about 600 brothers will support us!"

Los Aztecs, founded in 1988, is mainly distributed in Texas and New Mexico. It is one of the most arrogant gangs in the United States. Most of them are of Mexican descent. They have vast land in Mexico for growing drugs and have good relations with local drug dealers...

He also has his own territory in Chimahuacan.

After hearing his words, many people looked nervous.

"No need to provoke us, Christo. None of us wants to surrender. Victor has cut off our source of income. You Los Aztecs can still smuggle organs and traffic in people in Texas. I heard that you have good relations with local government officials and wealthy people, unlike us, the California 18th Street Gang. Would you like to sponsor some business for us...Texas..."

A fat man with tattoos all over his face, big ears and wearing a street T-shirt laughed and said in a voice like Donald Duck.

When the Los Aztecs representative heard this, he stood up and said, "Hot dog, if you send people into Texas, I will kill everyone on 18th Street. Do you believe it?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Alright, alright, stop joking, we are here to discuss how to deal with the Northern Army, not to quarrel!" Representatives from other gangs said dissatisfiedly.

"Actually, I have an idea."

The 18th Street representative named La Gou spoke up, "Don't we have poor people in our respective territories? Let each family send out a male, give them guns, arm them, and let them fight the Northern Army. Relying on the advantages of terrain and personnel, even if they come with or people, they will be trapped and die here!"

"This is a good idea."

Someone nodded, his eyes lit up, and he used divergent thinking, "Then we can let those women tie bombs to their bodies, approach them in the name of asking for supplies, and then... boom!"

"It will definitely scare those bastards to death!"

The lives of the poor were like rotten goods in their mouths. They executed them at will and laughed wildly.

But in fact, as they say...

The poor in the slums have only one thing to do since they were born...

crime!

Carrying drugs, smuggling, fighting, robbing... joining the gang.

All the ugliness you see is seen in Chimahuacan and in the slums of the world?

There are two blood donation vehicles in Chimahuacan all year round, which sell blood to the poor. The blood will be continuously transported to the United States for the rich. If your matching is successful, then congratulations...

You are going to die.

A life costs about 2 US dollars!

I will kill people for money!
School?

There is no such thing here...

All they'll teach you is sex and murder.

Those parents watched in despair as their children went astray just like themselves. They looked up at the sky, which was all grey. Of course, some people had thought about leaving.

But they were all caught by the gangs and executed on the spot!
Their lives are cheap!
"Then it's settled. We will form an alliance at the same time. We are not allowed to attack each other, steal each other's business, or betray each other on the battlefield. We only have one enemy: Victor's Northern Army!"

"Whoever breaks his promise will be hunted down together!"

"Any comments?"

"no!"

"The Latin American Kingdom agrees!"

"18th Street agrees!"

“MS-13 agrees!”

"Salvadoran Savage agrees!"

...

All the dozen or so gangs present or with territories in Chimahuacan agreed.

The gang can't lose Chimahuakan, just like Xunzong can't be without his medal, and Melozong can't lose his skull...

No more slums...

North America needs to reduce drugs by another 36%!