Working as a police officer in Mexico

Sweet is a regular police officer with the local police department in Tijuana.

But he is also a member of a local "Pescador mexicano (Mexican fishermen)" society. Of course, it is not fishing, but a more extreme anti-drug organization.

There are many such organizations in Latin America, with strong connotations.

For example, the "Aryan Brotherhood" in the United States advocates white supremacy.

There are about seven people in the organization, all of whom have blood feuds with drug dealers. It's not that they don't plan to recruit more people, but this is Tijuana.

One and a half of the three people are members of the drug trade.

The other half are wavering, depending on what benefits there are. If the money is large, they can also be members of anti-drug organizations.

In order to prevent accidents, they rarely recruit people.

Mainly to hunt down lone drug dealers!

Sweet's wife doesn't even know this.

He gathered his team members, and most of them had old antiques in their hands. They had no source of funds and could only use some World War II-era weapons.

"Mr. Victor called in!" Sweet looked at the team members with shining eyes, "When I was at the police station, I once sent the chief to a mansion, and I met a person there."

"Who?" replied a short, fat team member. He was Sweet's boy friend and colleague Piette, holding a PPSH-41 submachine gun in his hand.

"Armando Carrillo Fuentes!"

This name made the team members startled and looked at each other.

"The Guadalupe Island Police Department is offering a reward of 2 million U.S. dollars. Armando, nicknamed: General Killer?" Piette asked with raised eyebrows.

This nickname came from his reputation for killing two Mexican generals in Mexicali.

King of the Sky?

How many planes do you have, how dare you shout like that.

You don’t even have bombers, how can you still be the king of the sky? Look, you are the old bastard in the sky!

"Let's go kill him!" Sweet was quite courageous.

"Relying on the... old guy in our hands?" Piette glared.

"Who said old guys can't kill people? Don't you like to find older people when you go to the red light district?"

Piette blushed.

"Do you want to do it or not? As long as we kill him, we can join Victor's army in the future."

The team members looked at each other.

"Done!"

Sweet certainly knows how to gain wealth through risk.

"Walk!"

Tijuana is playing in full swing.

In another city, Tecate, things went smoothly.

Mainly because of Victor's new younger brother, Guillermo, the local police chief, who was very capable and kept the situation under control until Victor announced the encirclement and suppression of drug dealers in Baja California.

He immediately "rised up!"

He led police officers directly into the city hall and arrested the mayor and several deputy mayors who were in a meeting.

"What are you doing Guillermo?"

"Please call me police officer! You drug-trafficking bastard." Guillermo went up and gave the other party a slap in the face.

The deputy next to him slapped the table, "You..."

Guillermo picked up the ashtray and smashed it with his backhand, like smashing a watermelon, with a clang.

oh!

His eyes are shining, and it’s so cool to hit someone with an ashtray!

No wonder Boss Victor also likes to use this.

Guillermo rushed up and hit the deputy who fell to the ground several times.

"Ashtray Team" has added another member.

"Don't move around, or you'll be beaten to death. Don't blame our hands for shaking."

Tecate itself is a small city, a place where you can't even see it on a map of Mexico, when anti-narcotics forces roll into town in armored vehicles.

The drug dealers ran away and surrendered to those who surrendered, without even resisting, just kneeling on the ground.

The angry police officer leading the team scolded them, "Why don't you resist?"

Drug dealer:? ? ?

Is there something wrong with you, is there something wrong with our surrender?

"Captain, there are reporters." The team members behind him shouted softly. The captain took a deep breath and glared at them, "Those bastards are lucky. We can send electricity to Mexicali and our troops will resolve the battle."

There was still a lot of resentment in his tone.

This gang of drug dealers can only count themselves lucky and have to be sent to build roads.

City of Mexicali, security department building.

This is the combat command office.

When it comes to fighting, of course it has to be formal.

There are also maps on the wall.

"Director, the Tecate drug dealers have surrendered." Casare trotted over and said slightly excitedly.

Victor's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at the time, 3 hours and 2 minutes!

"Let them strictly control local security. All exits must be blocked and no drug dealers can escape."

Casare nodded and lowered his voice, "Boss, some of the scenes in the show seemed too bloody, and some police officers executed drug dealers privately."

"The station has received a lot of complaint calls, all from other states."

complaint?

This confused Victor. Are you sure this is not black humor?

Why don’t you, Mexico, learn from the Yankees’ way of putting human rights first?

"None of the drug dealers who were privately executed protested. What were they protesting for? If anyone calls the TV station again, let them go. I'm used to them. My police officers are on the front line to uphold justice. They are beeping down below. If they can, Let them go to war."

"Let the parties concerned make complaints in the future."

Casare couldn't laugh or cry.

"Occupying Baja California is our strategic goal. Anyone who stands in front of us will be crushed!" Victor was determined.

Baja California is really great. The geographical location is really convenient. Look at how Baja California has developed across the country in the United States. As long as the drug dealers are wiped out and the tourism industry is vigorously developed, the daily GDP will definitely increase a lot.

And there are quite a few people who come to the United States from here.

Those smugglers make a lot of money by collecting head fees. This is also an industrial chain. It is said that excluding other steps, just transporting it from Mexico to the other side costs 3,000 US dollars per person!

This is still the price in the 1980s.

NMD…

How could such a profitable business be controlled by criminals? Of course, it will be managed by the Baja California government, and the name has been planned. When the time comes, the official tourist visa will be issued, and the ship will be sent directly to you, so you don’t have to worry about the ship capsizing.

In a few years, this city will definitely become the most desirable city for people in the world, and it will soon be able to boost domestic demand.

This is just a small part of the economic recovery.

certainly…

Victor has no "power", he is just an ordinary little director, but when Cuauquemot moves into the Mexican official residence, he will become "the economic advisor of Baja California, the head of the state security department, and the spokesperson of the state police department!"

Don't worry...calm down first.

"Director, your phone number."

"Who?"

"Sir Carlos!" The secretary looked strange.

Victor also showed surprise on his face, but then he smiled, picked up the phone, and said hello first, "Good afternoon, Mr. President."

"Oh no! I'll have to add the prefix soon."

…

Carlos almost smashed his phone when he heard the almost "humiliating" tone on the other end of the phone!

But reason told him to calm down.

Carlos took a deep breath and said, "If you ask Kwaukemot to give up his action, I will grant you any request."

"I'm just a police officer, sir, not the president!"

Carlos' teeth were broken.

That bitch of Cuauquemot wants to build a New Mexico?

There were many old people supporting him, which made Carlos furious. He could think of what would be waiting for him if he stepped down.

Will Kwaukmot let himself live?

Will Victor let himself live?

Will other families let themselves live?

They must be afraid that they might say too much and cause accidental death. Carlos didn't want to die, there was fear in his eyes.

"I can promote you to be Mexico's security minister, and I promise you to crack down on drug traffickers across the country!"

"As long as you make Kwaukmot stop!"

Carlos' tone was pleading.

Victor almost laughed, "Sir, you don't need your consent to crack down on drug dealers. This is the mission and responsibility of the police!"

"You're doing a terrible job in this position. You should be replaced by someone else."

"Are you going to force me to death! Victor!" Carlos finally couldn't help roaring.

"Forcing you to death?"

Victor said in a bad tone, "Yes, I will force you to death! If you jump off the balcony now, I will let the Salinas family go!"

"When you deal with drug cartels, you are betraying Mexico!"

Carlos trembled, the other party really wanted to kill them all.

"I don't have much time for you sir, I'm going to celebrate the rebirth of light in Tijuana!"

After Victor finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Carlos stood stiffly. When the wind outside the window blew, the curtains shook a few times.

"Bastard! Bastard!" He smashed the phone on the ground and overturned the documents on the table. Secretary Ajit, who heard the noise outside, walked in and looked at the embarrassing scene in the office with a flash in his eyes.

Carlos braved a fierce look.

Since Victor won't let him live, then everyone will die together!

"Announce!"

"Victor for the rebels!"

"Arrest Cuauquemot, who is trying to overthrow Mexico. Send in the army to arrest them!"

Crazy...completely crazy!

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