Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 5: What can you do to make your first pot of gold?

"Good night, Victor."

"Have sweet dreams, Casare."

The two said goodbye to each other. Victor walked into the dormitory and closed the door. Within a few seconds, the wooden door opened a gap.

One eye was fixed on Casare's back. After seeing him enter his dormitory, the wooden door slowly closed.

Victor turned on the light, and the dormitory was clearly visible.

About 15 square meters, a bed, a bathroom, and a table.

Spiders can be seen making webs on the walls.

There was a smell of decay in the air.

The treatment of the Mexican police is extremely poor. It would be nice to have a place for you to live. What else do you need a bicycle?

Victor opened the toilet seat, peed, and stood in front of the sink and rinsed his hands. As a man, who would wash his hands without peeing on them?

He raised his head and looked at the face reflected in the glass. His eyes were a little scarlet, just like a gangster in a TV series who was so red-eyed that he killed someone.

He took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, held it in his mouth, and took out a lighter to light it a few times. However, it was obvious that the 1 peso lighter was not very cooperative. Victor flicked it hard, and with a snap, a small flame ignited.

"Stay with me."

He touched the cigarette nervously to the "person" in the mirror, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the "person" in the mirror also synchronized.

Haggis Baird's death gave him a sigh of relief.

Because you find that there are fewer malicious eyes around you, and your life is no longer so treading on thin ice.

Next…

Webster Ashbourne!

He has many advantages, but he has one disadvantage: he is petty. Do you want to kill me? What else should I beeping with you for?
But after all, he is a prison warden, not a beggar on the streets of Mexico City. He is considered a high-level person. The forces behind him are complicated. If you want to kill him, you have to plan carefully.

One mistake and everything will be lost.

Lying on the wooden bed, it creaked under his weight.

Victor was thinking about the way forward.

If he kills Haggis and Mir himself, the Baird family behind him will definitely not give up. The crime family can stand firm and stand out because of its lawlessness. Revenge is just around the corner.

The only consolation was that this was Mexico City, and Chihuahua wasn't that close.

However, you still have to expand your "network". As long as you are capable, who dares to mess with you?
As long as you climb higher in your official career, you will be able to decide more things.

The little Karami on the ground floor considers the issue of food and clothing.

Behind the scenes suits me better.

He wants to pursue an official career, how can he get involved in the underworld?

His hands are always "clean"!

but…

What to do with this first pot of gold?
If you want to climb up in Mexico, you have to be willing to do it.

If you come out to fool around and don't pay, you will make it difficult for others.

Even decades later, those will-o'-the-wisp boys will all know that if you accept a rich man as your eldest brother, as long as you treat them to a cup of milk tea, you can take the spirited girl home at night.

Mexican drug dealers and gangs recruit people openly and openly. Most of them only get a small salary and a commission on the goods they handle.

The life of the low-level mazi is not as good as that of a dog.

"The first pot of gold."

Victor frowned and thought about it carefully.

Drug trafficking - there is too much competition, too many stains, and the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration is keeping a close eye on it.

Kidnapping - little profit, slow money, too many poor people in Mexico, too much security for the rich.

Human trafficking?

Victor hesitated, should he sell the African black man to France?
Now people no longer need to grow cotton.

Moreover, human trafficking is mostly for prostitution, slave performances, human anatomy, etc. Unless you do this kind of business on a large scale, you can't make money on a small scale.

Mr. Gao also analyzed the pros and cons in a very serious way.

What is the most profitable thing in the world?
In addition to finance and the Internet, it should be arms, drug trafficking and smuggling.

During the U.S. Prohibition period, the predecessor of the Gulf Group made its fortune by smuggling alcohol to the United States. Later, when the Prohibition was lifted in 1933, it smuggled drugs.

Compared with these, arms trafficking appears to be very "low-key".

It's not that criminals in Mexico or Colombia don't want to do it, but this thing requires investment. Wherever you open a plantation like marijuana, there are many people who can do it, and the money comes in very quickly.

What costs one dollar in Mexico will cost at least five times when shipped to the United States.

The most important thing is, do you manufacture weapons and sell them in the United States?
Isn't this just taking the coal from Datong to Inner Mongolia and selling it?

The profit from arms is prohibitive even for drugs. You just need to understand that the real money cannot be made by individuals. It is the things sold at the national level that are the most profitable.

Criminal law is nothing more than a disguised monopoly at the elite level.

arms? !
Victor's eyes lit up instantly. The thing that Mexican drug traffickers consume the fastest, except for their younger brothers, is weapons, and he can just use his points to exchange for weapons.

He blinked, and simple data appeared in front of him.

Points: 2160!

哈吉斯有300积分，密尔.贝尔德有900，减去兑换两枚手雷的积分，刚好是这个数。2160积分可以买108枚防-1（F-1）式手榴弹了。

It’s not expensive for me to sell these junk items from World War II for $10.

That adds up to $1080.

Damn, that’s not a good deal at all.

Victor flipped through the panel again, which humanely marked what could be redeemed.

Carl Gustaf 45 submachine gun produced by an authentic Swedish factory - 70 points.

CZ 25 submachine gun with original Czech markings - 120 points.

Kalashnikov 1974 (AK-74) assault rifle produced by Izmash Company - 150 points.

The price is cheap, one Haggis can buy two AKs.

The international selling price of AK is about 300 to 800 US dollars. Of course, it is a regular original factory. Of course you cannot say that it is a fake made in Dala Village, a suburb of Afghanistan.

The AK47 is cost-effective and is a favorite among drug dealers, overwhelming military and police departments.

2160 points can be exchanged for 14 pieces. Even if I sell each piece for 200 US dollars, I still get 2800 US dollars, which is no more than what I earn from selling grenades.

2800 US dollars, close to two years’ salary.

Victor's eyes turned red after doing this calculation.

People who have been really poor will really glow when they see money.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and calmed down.

In this business, you can't go to just find someone on the street and ask him if he wants it. You will definitely be hacked.

You have to put some skin on yourself.

It's best to pull a tiger's skin to strengthen your courage.

Then you have to take advantage of your job and find a better "backer" in the Third Ward.

Those who pursue an official career must find someone to support them.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to go far.

Although he was very anxious, he also knew that he could not eat hot tofu in a hurry. He had set his goal and what he wanted to do now was to sleep.

But when I close my eyes, all I can think about is how to make a fortune.

Tossing and turning, no sleep at all.

It wasn't until almost early in the morning that I finally fell asleep.

……

As soon as he got to work in the morning, Casare heard "shattering news" in the prison cafeteria.

"Haggis is dead!" The colleague at the table next to him whispered, but still strangely attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Really or not? It's impossible." The colleague who was chatting with him asked in surprise.

"Really, when I went to the warden's office to submit documents in the morning, I heard someone on the phone inside, so I mentioned what happened at the night market last night. I also contacted friends outside, and they said, Haji Si and Mil Baird, their bodies were carried to the Sinaloa Group, and it is said that Guzman gave them 15 pesos."

This number caused the prison guard to exclaim.

15 pesos is equivalent to 7.5 U.S. dollars. What the hell...

Do you know what this means?

Some people shook their heads pretending to be pity, "I didn't expect Haggis to be dead too. Although he was a bit proud, he was still good."

Of course, some people were unhappy with him and made some sarcastic remarks, but they were quickly pulled away by his close companions. He had a family behind him, so he couldn't tell.

Casare ate the potatoes, but they were tasteless. He couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, it was Haggis who died!
This made him even more suspicious of Victor's whereabouts yesterday.

A pair of hands suddenly patted his shoulder, which startled him so much that the spoon in his hand fell to the ground.

"Huh? What are you thinking about? So scared."

The visitor picked up the spoon from the ground, put it on the table, walked across from him, smiled and said, "Do you miss a woman?"

Looking at that familiar face, Casare swallowed the mashed potatoes in his mouth, and then forced a smile, "No...no, it was just that when you took the picture, I thought of a horror movie."

Victor politely picked up the potatoes from the other party's plate, broke them open, and stuffed them into his mouth. "It tastes good. It seems that Uncle Sals is in a good mood today."

Casare laughed awkwardly, lowered his head to take a sip of soup, raised his eyes, looked at Victor who was in front of him as if nothing had happened, hesitant, but still said, "Victor, Haggis is dead."

"Oh? That's a pity, but God bless him." Victor said casually, without any surprise.

"Aren't you curious about how he died?" Casare licked his dry lips and asked urgently.

Victor glanced at him, "Man, it's disrespectful to ask and pay too much attention to the way the deceased died. Do you think Jesus would like others to discuss his crucifixion?"

I don’t know what the imagination of those priests in the Middle Ages was like.

If you use a cross as your logo, how can God bless you?
Isn't it like telling you in your ear, hey, man, you're dead cool.

It’s amazing that God can bless you.

Seeing Victor like this, Casare looked left and right, leaned forward, with anxiety in his eyebrows, lowered his voice and asked, "Haggis's death has nothing to do with you?"

The smile on Victor's face gradually faded until it disappeared.

……

(End of this chapter)