Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Boss, what are these American militiamen doing here?" Casare quickly followed Victor and asked in a low voice, "I'm afraid they are here for anti-drug matters. Will we involve their interests?"

"Militia? Your militia has F-16s? And M2 infantry fighting vehicles? It's enough to beat us." Victor couldn't help laughing.

Being neighbors with Americans is really scary.

But does the Arizona National Guard have a history of drug trafficking?

Jason Bourne led the way and took Victor to a conference room in the industrial area. As soon as he opened the door, he saw three men sitting inside, whispering to each other.

They heard the sound of the door opening and looked over.

Victor glanced at it, and it was immediately clear what the other party's origins were. There was indeed one National Guard, but the other two...Border Administration?

I'm fighting a war, so why should I care about this department?

"Mr. Victor!" The Arizona National Guard man was a young white man who was energetic and stood up on his own initiative and extended his hand.

This made Victor feel better and asked with a smile, "Do you know me?"

"No one in the United States doesn't know you now. Many schools regard you as a new spiritual idol, a hero who dares to fight drugs. My name is Xinba."

Do you see, if everyone can be so friendly, Victor's view of Americans will definitely change, and at least he will feel more comfortable with himself.

He suddenly had the idea that if one day he was suddenly invited by prestigious Ivy League schools such as Oxford and Harvard to promote the concept of "anti-drugs", then he should be able to gain a foothold here.

"These two are." Victor turned his eyes to the other two Americans. Of course he knew who they were, but he just asked one more question.

Xinba quickly motioned for the two of them to stand up, but his companion acted as if he didn't exist, which made him look embarrassed.

"Victor, we are here to talk to you about something." A middle-aged white man with a beard said.

Kasare raised his eyebrows when he heard the rude name-calling. He looked at the boss and saw a smile on his face, "Please tell me."

Impolite person!

"I don't object to your drug control, but I hope you can leave some organized drugs alone, especially things at the Sonora border. What do you think?"

Victor immediately calmed down, glanced at Casare, and laughed. The latter could only squeeze out a smile, "I don't know what you mean?"

"The gangs listed above should not touch their goods." Another young employee of the Border Administration took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

Casare hurried over to take it and saw it read: Sinaloa, Juarez and Gulf Group.

I have long heard that the US Border Agency provided transportation services to drug traffickers during the Gallardo era. They were the most important link in the "Plaza System", transporting them to the US-Mexico border and then transporting them into the United States through their "buses".

How much profit can be made every year?

In 2020, 300 border police officers were arrested in one year, and there were even media reports that they were suspected of human smuggling and organ trafficking. Some of the missing immigrants or people who passed there were never seen or even died. Corpse.

Victor crumpled the paper into a ball and handed it to the young employee, "Eat it!"

"??"

The middle-aged man with a beard frowned, "Victor..."

beng!

One kick!

Boss Victor kicked him away with one kick, "Call Sir!" The ribs were at least broken by this kick. The bearded man was still trying to get up, but Casare went up and kicked him in the head.

Just beat him down.

"Eat it, and I won't beat you." Victor said to the young employee with sinister eyes. The other person looked down at his big brother, and sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant.

"Break his teeth!"

Victor put his hand down and said to Jason Bourne behind him. The latter nodded, grabbed the young employee's hair, picked up the ashtray on the table, and smashed it against his teeth!

jump! jump! jump!

Xinba of the National Guard looked at this scene with his mouth open, and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Victor glanced at him and stopped immediately.

"Put it in and let him eat it."

Jason Bourne roughly stuffed documents into the mouth of a young employee, regardless of his life or death.

"You can talk to me about anything you want, but you can't talk to me about bypassing drug dealers, pulling him out, and burying him!" Victor said calmly.

These birds came in plain clothes, why didn't they dare to come in formal clothes? Don't they just know that this kind of thing is not bright?

If the gray industry is put on the bright side, it will only be beaten!

To put it bluntly, if Victor wants to kill them, unless you call the police at the border bureau, you have to go through the Mexican police to investigate the case. When the call comes, Victor picks up.

Buried...buried? !

"Stop! Stop!" Xinba quickly grabbed the police officer who came in.

His National Guard is actually a "lobbyist", and he doesn't have to look at anyone's face, but Victor has to look at the face of the U.S. military, right?

But before I, the "lobbyist," say anything, you come up and do it!

Now I have to bury them, what will I say when I go back?

"Mr. Xinba, I respect you, and I have to ask you to respect me!" Victor narrowed his eyes. "Otherwise, there will be another problem."

tyrant!

This is simply a tyrant!

Victor must be a barbarian from a backward civilization.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The bearded white man shouted hard and struggled. Jason Bourne grabbed the hair of the two of them, one with each hand, and dragged them out.

The screams are getting farther and farther!

Victor turned around and looked at the dazed Xinba, his eyes moved, "Will you say that I killed them when you go back?"

Xinba trembled. He looked at the other party with a very dull look, but he knew that this answer would determine his life. He shook his head hastily, "No...no way!"

Victor nodded, smoothed his clothes, and said in his ear, "Thank you!"

The expression on Xinba's face has not relaxed yet.

Then Victor took out a gun, pointed it at his stomach and pulled the trigger!

Jump, jump, jump~

Blood splattered from behind.

"Sorry, I don't believe it."

Victor's voice whispered something in his ear.

Xinba grabbed his clothes, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes before he died.

"Find a place to bury him. Keep it clean and destroy the transportation he brought. Everyone who has seen him should be transferred back to Baja California."

Only the dead can keep secrets.

The Americans are unreasonable, but they still need some dignity. If three people are really missing and they search for them with great fanfare, someone will definitely ask them why they went to Mexico.

Could it be...

Vacation?

As soon as Victor came out of the conference room, a gust of wind blew, and he heard Jason Bourne's voice. He ran over from a distance with a heavy expression, "Director, we found a map on their vehicle!"

"It contains the exact locations of 78 underground passages in Baja California and Sonora, and more than 20 tons of goods are still circulating every day!"

"We're not costing those drug dealers much."

Victor took his map and saw that it was densely marked.

Hold!

The border areas have been hollowed out for you.

"Do you think...will someone from the Border Administration be there to respond?"

"Get someone to blow up these tunnels!"

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