Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 49 They are young!

Chapter 49 They are young!
Victor is very insecure.

As soon as he took the position of warden, he saw that the number of gold finger redeemers doubled from the original 20 to 40!
The points have increased a lot because of killing members of the Pedro family, and are now 971000 points.

I made a lot of money back from what I spent before.

Sure enough, the higher the capital, the more you earn.

He selected three mechanics, plus Yuri and Coster from before, to form the "Prison Maintenance Department", and the rest were all based on Kennedy Heisenberg's template.

The combat force instantly increased from 18 to 35 people, forming a reinforced platoon.

Moreover, Victor, who believes that "firepower is king", in addition to the necessary individual weapons, he also added an m240 machine gun to the Humvee and equipped it with two TPz-1 "Fox" armored personnel produced by the German company Thyssen Henschel. transport truck.

One anti-tank rocket launcher per person.

Nearly 30 points were directly wiped out.

You can be so unscrupulous when you have money.

He also applied to Alejandro to establish a "special force" under the name of the Prison Administration, code-named: El león de México (Mexican Lion), abbreviated as: EDM!

In name...

Of course it's to suppress prison riots.

Do you still need to ask?

This is the benefit of relying on the authorities. Illegal armed forces can "cleanse" you. If Victor is a drug dealer, hey, hey, he may be directly on the wanted list, and special forces may be sent to behead him.

But he is a policeman.

Do you finally understand the importance of holding a certificate to work?
Relying on EDM, Victor quickly took control of all prison areas, and he planned to select some people from the emergency team as backup members.

The quota of 35 people is completely insufficient. If there is a chance in the future... you can entrust someone to go to the Soviet Union to see how miserable the life of the special forces there is.

In the office.

Victor was humming a little tune and was in a good mood. The prisoners had been doing well recently, earning him a lot of dollars.

As he shaved an apple with a paring knife, the familiar female reporter's voice came from the TV. Victor had become a little obsessed with her recently.

Strong flavor.

“According to the Mexican Police Department, the drug cartel Michoacana Family, Legión Salvaje (Legión Salvaje), and Alianza Demoníaca (Demon Alliance) asked the Mexican government to release the prisoners they held in the Altiplano Prison.”

"And he accused prison director Victor Carlos Vieri of committing prisoner abuse and demanded that he be dismissed from his post and handed over to the Michoacana family!"

"Currently, there is no response from the Mexican government."

Victor was obviously startled when he heard his name. He didn't expect that the first time he appeared on TV would be such a "fame". He stuffed the apple into his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

He smelled something in the air that was aimed at him.

Jingle bell bell~
The phone on the desk rang.

Victor picked it up, his expression darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

interesting…

God is opening again.

……

Mexico. Creighton Cemetery.

This is the largest gathering place for "retail investors" in Mexico City. Many unclaimed, accidental prisoners, etc. will be buried here.

Lucky enough to have a tombstone.

There are many poor people who rely on cemeteries for their livelihood, and government departments need a lot of laborers to help dig holes, although the wages are meager.

The naked child's face was covered with dirt and he was digging the soft mud with his hands. He suddenly heard footsteps and raised his head with an earthworm stuffed in his mouth.

I saw four or five men in black suits standing not far away.

The kind of temperament he exudes is a bit scary.

He subconsciously wanted to run away. He had learned to survive in Mexico, but a man with a shaved head waved towards him and called him.

The child hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

If you don't walk over...you will die!
"Sir, do you know where the dead prisoners of Plateau Prison are put?" The leader spoke softly, and even called a child "sir", which was indescribably weird.

The child nodded timidly and pointed not far away, "It's all over there." "Thank you, this is your reward." The man took out 10 US dollars from his pocket and handed it to him. The boy was so scared that he waved.

"Take it, every help needs payment."

The man handed the money to the child, touched his head, and walked towards the place pointed by the child. The child looked at the money in his hand and ran away.

"Mr. Cardenas, the Mexican government rejected our request!" the younger brother behind him suddenly spoke.

Osier Cardenas, who was walking in front, paused and raised his head, "It seems that the gentlemen sitting in the office have forgotten our appearance. Let them remember, don't forget that this is Mexico and drug dealers here." The final say!”

The younger brother hurriedly responded, took out his cell phone and gave the order.

In Mexico City, agitation suddenly arose.

A bus was driving, and many people in the bus were disabled people. They wore yellow hats and had smiles on their faces because they went out to play today. They excitedly held up the flags in their hands and looked towards their companions who were recording the video. Comparison.

"Erica, smile quickly and I'll take a picture of you." A young man with Down syndrome said to the leader, holding a camera.

The leader with braids was very young, about 20 years old, and very petite. She didn’t have the tall body of a Mexican woman, and she wasn’t even beautiful. She had freckles on her face, but she heard the call from the other party.

Laughed.

The eyes are curved into crescents.

Posing happily.

Porphyrin…boom! ! !

Suddenly a dirt truck hit from the side, and the driver subconsciously turned and hit the green belt next to it.

Erica couldn't stand firm and accidentally fell down, but she still asked anxiously, "How are you all? Tonino? How are you!"

Before she could finish her words, she saw a pickup truck rushing up. Seven or eight hooded militants got out of the truck and fired at the car with Valmet M76 automatic rifles!

The bullet passed through the iron body and Erica's body, and blood splattered in the air.

Wail, scream, cry...

These drug dealers emptied two magazines into the car, and then attacked the people around them indiscriminately before leaving.

inside the car.

The young man with Down syndrome named Tonino fell to the ground, still holding a camera in his hand, which played everyone's happy laughter.

"Let's go out and play!"

"We love Erica!"

"yeah!"

In the camera, he is still smiling.

They are young.

Mexico is in chaos.

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