Working as a police officer in Mexico

Wow~

The faucet was turned on loudly and Victor rubbed his hands.

Water mixed with blood seeped into the sewer.

Casare handed over the napkin in his hand, and Victor wiped his hands and said, "Send his son to Mr. Vasili Pedro. We must understand father's love."

Harrison stood nearby and responded, and he and two prison guards rolled up Fidler Pedro's body in a white cloth.

You have to be particular about being a human being!

"Boss Victor, if you kill Fidler, we will declare war on the Pedro family."

Snap.

The metal lighter made a pleasant sound.

Victor lit the cigarette and raised his head, "When will criminals dare to declare war on the police? The only condition for evil to win is for good people to do nothing."

He dare not say that he is a good person.

There are really no good people in Mexico.

Casare looked at Victor with firm eyes and hesitated, "What I'm worried about is not the external danger."

"When Fiedler said he was going to give the money, I could feel the prison guard next to me breathing rapidly. I knew he was very moved, and so was I. In Mexico, no one can say no to money!"

The meaning is obvious.

Boss, we are not stable internally either.

There's no telling when you were blackmailed by your brothers.

Are there too many police officers shot dead by their own men in Mexico?

After the millennium, if Marines go to fight against drugs, the first thing they do is go to the local police station to disarm their weapons.

Unexpected?

An official spokesperson even said bluntly: "We have a traitor within our ranks!"

Don't look down on human nature too much. If I were to give you $500,000, would you not take action?

You also feel a little embarrassed to take too much.

Victor listened to Casare's words. He put out the burning cigarette butt and threw it away. "It's okay. Don't worry. I have found a group of people through connections. They are all my own. There is no problem with loyalty."

"You can ask your family to come to Gaoyuan Prison. I'm here and no one can cause chaos yet."

Casare was also a little worried about his family, and nodded with a worried look.

Victor planned to "shake people" directly, so the "unexplained" death of Mr. Cicily Falcon gave Victor millions of points.

Is there a baby hidden?

According to his duties as deputy warden, he could only recruit 20 people. Except for Yuri and Coster, he planned to "stud" the rest.

The only thing that scares Mexican drug traffickers is someone who can beat them better.

When Los Zetas, the representative of the new school, came out, the old-school Tijuana, Juarez, Sinaloa, Gulf Cartel, etc. were all the ones who inserted bids and sold out!

Agawa District.

A rare villa area in Mexico City.

High-ranking politicians, high-profile celebrities, drug lord leaders and many other people live here.

It's magical, maybe a wanted man on the DEA's list lives next door to a top security official.

There are also federal police patrols here, leading military dogs.

It was noon and it was about to change the shift.

A white van sped by, and the policemen who were yawning because of sleepiness suddenly became nervous.

But the imagined rush did not happen. The van stopped not far from the guard box, and then a body was dropped and rolled twice on the ground.

The guarding policeman didn't rush forward either. Are you kidding me? What if the other party hits me?

After the van left, the patrol was called.

When a group of policemen emboldened each other and lifted the white cloth, the mosaic-like faces came into view. The main thing was that they were too miserable to look at.

Not even the facial features can be seen.

The "murderers" were very considerate and hung a nameplate next to the body that read: "Fidler Pedro!"

The policemen looked at each other.

It's over, something big happened!

Inside the Pedro family mansion.

There were quiet sobs.

Among the more than a dozen family members, I don’t know who is sincere?

Vasili Pedro, who was wearing a black suit, looked at his son's body, raised his head, and could clearly see that his body was shaking slightly.

"My son is dead, I've lost him, haven't I?"

Vasili Pedro put his hands on the table and turned his back to the others. His shoulders suddenly shrugged, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing in his voice, "Don't you all hope to sit in the position of the Pedro family's talker? ? Go ahead, whoever kills Victor will be the next speaker!"

The eyes of the members behind him, both men and women, lit up.

After bowing slightly to Vasili Pedro, the group of people left with their own thoughts.

He and an old clansman were the only ones left in the room.

"Those losers can't solve any problems. I'm offering a reward of $500,000 for Victor's life."

The tribesman nodded, his face filled with confusion, "Does Fidler need to be buried?"

He looked down at Fidler's body.

"Find a place to burn it. A piece of trash that was beaten to death is not qualified to accept the worship of the family."

Wasli was still young and could still give birth.

The son can die, but the "honor" of the Pedro family cannot be lost.

In Mexico, you have to be ruthless. If you don't retaliate, everyone will know that you are soft. When the time comes, they will rush to devour your territory, kill your family, and then stomp on your skull viciously.

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The Pedro family is offering a $500,000 reward for a prison guard's life?

This has to be the craziest news recently.

Many bars, night markets, and red light districts are full of people with glowing eyes.

You only need about 350,000 US dollars to bribe the commander of a security department. This 500,000 US dollars is enough for a family to go to the United States and become a so-called master.

And Victor's background and recent deeds have also been turned upside down.

Renovate the prisoners in Plateau Prison?

Killed the eldest son of the Pedro family for the lives of a few foreign tourists?

Oh haha!

This guy is just crazy.

Were the police fooled?

There must be brave men under the heavy reward, so about 20 people attacked the plateau prison that day.

That night, someone brought explosives to blow up the Plateau Prison, causing a riot among the prisoners and killing Victor in the chaos.

But this group of people underestimated the defensive capabilities of the Plateau Prison and did not explode at all. Instead, they attracted the emergency team and a fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides.

The opponent's firepower was also very fierce, resulting in 3 deaths and 6 injuries to the emergency team.

The officials involved in this matter were very embarrassed.

In a televised speech, he sternly warned against such behavior, believing that they were provoking the government.

But does the Mexican government still have face?

No one listens to this kind of thing, that’s half a million dollars!

In private, the government department sent people from the Disciplinary Inspection Section of the Security Department to inquire and question them, but when they waited for them to go to jail, Victor and Casare were nowhere to be found.

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The village of "Belguedes".

Best and Casare looked at the heavily armed team in front of them in stunned silence, swallowed their saliva, and looked at Victor next to them, "This...is the person you are looking for?"

"Of course, let me introduce you. This is Kennedy Heisenberg, a...militia member I know."

Victor pointed to a tall, strong man with a European appearance next to him and said.

militia?

Casare's eyes twitched.

Your militiamen are armed with M16 carbines, a Colt M1911a1 on their waist, helmets equipped with PVS-14 night vision devices, and LITE headsets. Detonation bombs, grenades, and magazines can also be seen in the tactical vests. wait.

Where did the militia come from?

U.S. reserve troops in Mexico?

Of course, Victor redeemed these with points. Each person was equipped with five skills: "General Weapons", "Penetration Assassination", "Close Combat", and "Extreme Survival". Each person had to spend 10,000 points. Without adding the equipment on your body.

In addition to these, Victor also exchanged three Humvees and seven AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers. If he didn't think the target was too big, he even planned to pull out a Katyusha missile vehicle.

He didn't believe that under such caliber, a drug dealer could still call for help!

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