Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 7 Unique self-introduction

Tijuana: 2000 pesos.

Juarez: 3000 pesos.

Sinaloa: 4000 pesos.

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Looking at the "filial piety fees" recorded by Anna one by one above, I have to say that big companies are different and more generous.

Of course, generosity is only compared to other organizations.

A total of 17 "drug lords" gave meeting gifts, and everyone could get enough.

5 pesos is equivalent to about 2.5 US dollars, which is enough to buy a small apartment in Mexico City. In the 80s, the per capita disposable income of local residents was about 200 pesos per month.

How could there be any reason not to use the money delivered to your door?
"What do you need me to do?" Victor put the money in the drawer, crossed his hands, and looked at Anna and asked.

"This is just a meeting gift. Every newly appointed official has it. You don't need to do anything. It's just that sometimes people outside need to see their family members who are locked up inside. I hope you can be accommodating."

Victor spread his hands and said, "No problem."

The federal government gives me so much money a month, why do you want me to risk my life?

The drug lord gave you 5 pesos at a time. If you say you want to play stripper, I will find them for you.

Anna is very satisfied with his cooperation. The drug lords are not short of this money.

The monthly filial fee paid by Sinaloa to the federal police chief is 45 US dollars. The 5 pesos were pooled together and used as alms to beggars.

"However, I think the Third Ward should have imprisoned more than 17 leaders of the groups, right? Why don't the other people pay the money?" Victor said, pointing to the list above.

This confused Anna. She was stunned and looked strange. She tried to say it as tactfully as possible, "Sergeant Victor, some people may not know that you took office."

"It makes sense, but what I value is fairness. For the rest who haven't paid, each organization should pay 2000 pesos as a meeting gift. Isn't this excessive?"

"I will help convey it."

Anna saw that the other party had fallen into Qian's eyes, so she could only say it bravely.

Victor looked very calm. Apart from the superintendent, I am the biggest in the third prison area. I have the right to use it. Don’t you know that it will become invalid upon expiration?
He is in urgent need of money to develop his power, and it is of course the best to be able to make money.

Anna felt that this guy was too greedy and would not live long, so she was too lazy to talk to him. After a few words, she left.

He only lasted two months as deputy superintendent. Although he received a tribute of nearly 2 pesos, his whole family was also wiped out.

Just because the other party provoked the drug lord in the prison area.

People who are too greedy will not live long.

If Victor knows her thoughts and talks to her, as if people who are not greedy can live a long life, as long as you give me money, it will be okay if you kill my whole family. Anyway, I am alone, and if I give you more money, I can even If I take you to the ancestral graves, it won't be a hassle for you. If you add money, the ancestral graves will blow up for you.

After sitting in the office for more than ten minutes, feeling unsatisfied, Victor put on his hat, picked up the keys, and planned to walk around the prison area to see which boss's thigh was suitable for hugging.

The third prison area is much quieter than the previous two areas.

If there is no wind, there will be no noise.

As soon as he walked to the cell, he heard a woman's voice coming from inside, a very exciting cry, which was very deep in the empty corridor.

Damn...

What time is it?
Still doing it?
Victor looked at his watch, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the cell area. There were single rooms with private bathrooms, about 20 square meters, equipped with air conditioning, TVs and even game consoles.

The treatment is better than the police dormitory.

There are also distinct levels in this prison area, with the most dangerous criminals often being at the deepest level.

"Hey!"

The prisoner in the outermost cell heard footsteps and turned around to see a policeman. He whistled and said casually, "I want tuna tacos for lunch, and give me a bottle of tequila."

Victor looked left and right.

"Damn, I'm talking about you, remember!" The other party got up from the bed and kicked the railing, making a concussive sound.

This is an elderly man, about fifty years old, with a bad temper.

Victor blinked.

Stepan Blanchard

Male

Born in Medellin, Colombia in 1949.

He dropped out of school at the age of 16, joined a gang, and began his criminal career. He started stealing cars and committing street fraud, then kidnapping and smuggling, and gradually became famous.

In 1973, he joined the Medellin Group of Colombian ruthless Pablo Escobar as its technical leader.

In November 1985, Pablo funded left-wing guerrillas to attack the judicial building in Bogotá, the capital of Colombia, and took 11 hostages. Stepan Blanchard played a liaison role.

In 1986, he served as the chief person in charge of Mexico City in North America, cooperating with organizations such as Sinaloa and Tijuana.

In 1987, he was arrested and imprisoned for beating a prostitute in the red light district, and has been incarcerated ever since.

Crime value: 77000 points!
...

Sure enough, he is a ruthless character.

Everyone from the Medellin Group came out.

In fact, starting from the first-generation drug lord, Pedro Aviles, Mexican drug lords have had business relationships with Colombian drug lords. He is the first known Mexican drug lord to cooperate with a Colombian. owl.

He was also the first drug lord to use airplanes to transport drugs. Each time the reward is half of the value of the goods, but because Mexico is so close to the United States, this profit is also profitable for Colombians.

This was also the template for later cooperation between trans-international drug trafficking organizations such as the Guadalajara Cartel and the Gulf Cartel.

With a whopping 77000 points, if you kill him, you can exchange them for a jet plane that sprays pesticides.

You can also exchange it for a small ship.

This firepower is much more fierce than the Mongolia of "The King's Seven Martial Seas".

"Hold on."

Victor took out a piece of paper from his pocket. On it were the drug lords he had given as "meeting gifts". He carefully scratched it with his right hand and asked, "Are you from the Medellin Group?"

Stepan Blanchard raised his eyebrows and looked at the other person up and down.

"I'm sorry, you didn't give me money, so I can't serve you." Victor folded the paper and stuffed it back into his pocket, "If you don't give me money, it makes it very difficult for me."

Is this asking for money?

Stepan laughed angrily and opened his mouth as if he could swallow a child's head. "You know who I am, right? You still dare to ask me for money." He suddenly reached out and took Victor's hand. Clothes, pulling hard.

Victor smiled, you were the first to strike. According to official procedures, I am allowed to fight back.

Even if he waits for the supervisor to talk to him, that will make sense.

He pressed Stepan's tiger's mouth and broke it off hard. The other party obviously wanted to break it back. He pursed his lips and used all his strength. But after all, he was old and had been pampered for a long time. Then he heard a "Gada" sound. , the finger was abruptly broken off by Victor.

Stepan screamed in pain, covered his fingers and staggered back.

Victor took out the key, opened the door, took out the swing stick from his waist, and swung it hard. The steel pipe stretched and hit Stepan on the head. He was so frightened that he quickly raised his hand to block it.

"Stop! Stop!"

"You don't give me a fucking gift, but you're still so arrogant, Medellin Group? This is Mexico, and you're just messing around without looking at the map?"

Victor swore that it was definitely not because the other party didn't give him money and he couldn't live with it, but because he simply wanted to teach the criminal a lesson.

Anyway, I have offended the Gulf Cartel, why are I still afraid of offending others?

If there are too many lice, they won’t bite you; if there are too many debts, you won’t worry about them.

Submissive, do you think these drug lords will look up to you, or look at you differently? To them, the police are nothing more than dogs kept in the government.

But if you don’t recognize the person you’re beating, then you won’t dare to beat him.

They are fierce, you are more fierce than them!
The patrolling prison guards who heard the noise rushed over and stood at the door, helpless. They saw a sergeant holding a swinging stick and beating Stepan Blanchard, nicknamed "Rat". He used to be arrogant and domineering, but now he is in trouble. He huddled up into a ball, covering his head and howling.

When Victor was tired from beating him, he turned around and saw two patrolling prison guards standing at the door. He threw the stick over casually, and they were so shocked that they didn't dare to come in.

Chicken-hearted!

Victor sneered, squatted down, looked at Stepan whose face was covered with blood, and grabbed his neck, "X, damn you, remember to ask someone to make up for the greeting gift, otherwise, I will beat you every day at work."

Wiping the blood on his hands on the other party's prison uniform, he walked out of the cell and glanced at the prison guard, "Call him a doctor. Also, my name is Victor, the new deputy warden."

Introducing yourself too boldly.

Come up and fuck the prisoner first.

The two prison guards did not dare to enter the cell, fearing that Stepan Blanchard, who had a bad temper and had been beaten violently, would take his anger out on themselves.

"Quick, call the doctor, I'll report to the supervisor."

There was a sensation among more than 200 prison guards in the Third Ward.

Here comes a fierce one!
He actually beat up a drug lord, which made many prison guards "with admiration", but some people ridiculed him, and some even made private bets on how he would die.

The odds of being shot dead within a week are 1 to 1.7.

The odds of being hacked to death and stuffed into an oil drum are 1 to 7.

The odds of being quartered are 1:6.7.

These are three drug lords’ favorite killing methods.

In the office of the psychological intervention team, Anna was painting her feet with nail polish. The red color was very sexy. When she heard her colleagues rushing in with a roar, she told the story in a serious manner, as if she was at the scene.

"Do you think he is crazy?" a colleague asked.

Ana was stunned when she heard this. It was like playing a movie in her mind. She already thought about how he was shot to death by drug dealers outside. She shook her head vigorously, put on her shoes and ran to inform her mistress.

Watching her leave, several colleagues looked at each other.

"This bitch must be taking credit again." The colleague who came in just now muttered slightly jealously. This psychological intervention team had the best performance in rescuing her and was the most beautiful.

The hatred between women is incredible.

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When Kona Velazquez came back from the meeting, he happened to bump into Ana. Seeing her anxious look, he was in the mood to pat her buttocks.

"Sir, Victor...beat Stephan Blanchard in Cell No. 1."

Ana looked helplessly at the face of Kona Velasquez in front of her, and instantly turned green.

She swore...

Just like the Oriental face-changing seen in the United States.

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(End of this chapter)