Working as a police officer in Mexico

They...

had been released!

These cops actually kept their words, really kept their words.

"Where\'s the boat... the boat the officers are sending us away on?" A drug trafficker lieutenant asked Kennedy with a fawning smile.

"There\'s no boat, swim back yourselves."

"Swim back?!"

The drug traffickers were instantly dumbfounded.

You look at me, I look at you.

"Off... officer, the distance to Ensenada City is over 300 kilometers, are you joking?" stammered the drug trafficker lieutenant.

Kennedy\'s eyebrows raised slightly, he nodded slowly, stepping aside, "You have a point. Go on, I\'ll take you to Mr. Victor."

The lieutenant\'s face lit up with joy, and he followed Kennedy for a couple of steps, then suddenly saw the police in front of him lunge forward as if he had lost his footing.

"Assault on an officer! You dare to assault an officer! Fire! The drug traffickers are rioting!"

Drug trafficker lieutenant: "???"

The machine guns on the Humvees cocked, firing across the drug traffickers on the shore.

Ratatatatat...

Swept dead.

Kennedy suddenly felt exhilarated, watching as all the drug traffickers in front fell, he straightened his clothes, looking down at the lieutenant who was spewing blood from bullet-torn lungs and made eye contact with him.

Pulling out his gun, he fired three shots into his head.

Even his eyeballs were shattered.

"The thing I hate most is people staring at me."

"Business as usual, add a meal for Jaws."

The officers nodded, accustomed to it, if there were no drug traffickers left in Mexico, they could all become zookeepers.

But what would the zoo animals eat?

Police department, Director\'s office.

In his hand, Victor held a badge with a black scorpion logo, its stinger entwined with a sword.

"EO? I might as well believe in UFOs."

Laughing scornfully, Victor tossed the badge into the fish tank beside him; he thought he needed to improve his temper by keeping some fish to refine his taste.

He found out that even fish were too noisy, so he just cooked them.

"Boss, I checked and this EO seems to be pretty powerful..." Casare said from the side.

"There are many powerful people, but this is Mexico, not Africa. You take someone\'s money, you have to be ready to die for them," Victor said.

You think money is that easy to earn?

They\'re just mercenaries, right?

These dogs don\'t get Geneva Conventions protections, which means you can chop them into pieces if you catch them, and nobody will say a thing.

Casare nodded, now having an unusual confidence in the firepower of the police department.

No matter who it is!

If anyone wants to make a landing, they\'d better leave some corpses on the beach.

And Mexico is not Africa.

"Another thing, we announced during the curfew, a total of 31 incidents occurred on Guadalupe Island, 17 of which were violent crimes like smashing, looting, and arson, involving about 171 people. Boss, I think we should build a prison," Casare suggested.

"Criminals like these should be made to build roads!"

"We urgently need labor for various measures on the island, and if they don\'t want to be beaten, they have to pay every month. Just like in Plateau Prison, the living can create more value than the dead."

What Casare said was very diplomatic, which meant, boss, the sharks can\'t eat anymore!

Throwing more bodies into the Pacific is outright environmental pollution.

Victor frowned, then as if thinking of something, "I heard that ashes could enhance the growth of economic crops?"

Casare\'s eyes widened in shock!

Boss, what are you doing?!

Victor saw the "Grand Steward\'s" eyes suddenly widen to reveal splayed blood vessels, he waved his hands in a half-joke, "I\'m just kidding. I\'ve been watching a science program recently. Do you really think I\'m that brutal?"

"The boss loves learning," Casare also said with a forced smile.

"Alright then, let\'s build a prison, but don\'t make it too comfortable. Find a way to get it over to the beach, set up a few water booths, and whoever doesn\'t behave lock \'em in a cage then take them to visit Jaws!" Victor said with murderous intent in his tone.

"As for the prisoners before the prison is completed, especially those who looted during the chaos, execute those who should be executed, and apply the death penalty where due! No leniency, enforcing the law is one of the best ways to improve security!"

"Look at Singapore - they still retain caning but they are also one of the safest countries in the world."

Victor did not say Guadalupe Island was a country, it was just a metaphor!

He tapped his hand lightly on the desk, "Mexico has nothing but drug traffickers; don\'t worry about lacking people for bridge construction."

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Knock, knock, knock~

Right as the two were having their "secret conversation," there came a knocking at the door, and then a young girl in police uniform pushed the door open and entered.

She was green, naive, tying her hair into a ponytail trying her best to look competent.

She was one of the secretaries arranged by Victor for the "Secretary Office," four in total, two men and two women, all university students who had previously joined Guadalupe Island.

"Director, the TV speech is ready," she said.

Victor smiled and nodded, picking up the hat on the table. "Let\'s go, I have to share our achievements with my people… the islanders," he said.

People? Coming out already?

Big boss, you\'re really scheming!

However, Casare was still excited, as a leader with ambitions was always better than following one without any.

"Director, it\'s getting cold, put on an extra layer," she suggested.

...

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted to announce!"

Victor\'s face appeared on the family televisions across the cities of Baja California State.

Other states had him artificially blocked out.

What are you joking about?

With you, Victor, pulling this every day, the drug traffickers in my territory are getting jittery, and this is affecting the GDP. But, this must be the result of the drug traffickers colluding with certain officials.

I can\'t deal with you, but I can deal with our own TV stations!

The victory method of Ah Q applies everywhere.

When Calderon cracked down on drug traffickers harshly in 2006, he put a lot of pressure on the officials below, and then? These officials just burned ordinary straw and told the higher-ups it was drugs, followed by a lot of publicity about the success of drug eradication.

Fooling those above and deceiving those below is universal.

Then suddenly Victor comes crashing in, flipping tables, do you think anyone\'s happy?

Uncle Victor wants you to be unhappy, because if you\'re happy, then I\'m not.

"The egregiously evil, menace to Mexico, Big Drug Trafficker Benjamin Felix has been killed!"

A charred corpse appeared beside the TV.

Even a dog couldn\'t tell this was a person.

All we heard was that Benjamin was on a passenger ship, but that ship was blown up by Katyusha. Who knows whose body it was?

Randomly grab one and snap a photo.

You say it\'s not him? Then you must be very familiar with Benjamin, definitely a drug trafficker!

"It signifies the disintegration of the large-scale drug trafficking organization that was occupying Baja California State!"

"Long live!"

"Long live Mr. Victor!"

Cheers from Guadalupe Island and Dan Senada City resounded through the heavens.

Every year in Tijuana, over 2000 people die at their hands—the figure is no small matter. Truly heinous. Many dare to be angry but do not dare to speak. Now with the deeply sinful Benjamin killed, it\'s like a celebration for everyone.

This "Guadalupe Island War" held different signals in the eyes of many. That\'s over a thousand people. Why didn\'t Victor say where those people went?

He must have killed them all!

That damned "Tyrant"!

This time around, Victor did not make any "deafening" proclamations; stepping down from the stage, he said to Casare,

"Call Best back from the United States. We\'re going to establish no fewer than 10 factories on Guadalupe Island and in Dan Senada City. We can put a pause on the arms business for a while."

Arms dealing is profitable, but running around as a trafficker barely yields any profit. Victor planned to promote Alejandro, then, through his connections, set up an "ammunition processing factory" or "firearm assembly plant" to become a partner of the Mexican Government.

Then sell in the name of the nation.

Hehehe...

Why would I help you without any benefit for me?

The most important thing is, now with the drug traffickers eradicated, at least half of Guadalupe Island and Dan Senada City\'s people had lost their means of survival.

Do you think...

They won\'t make a fuss?

Don\'t think everything is safe now; when the time comes for an explosion, it will be too late.

Casare nodded and took note.

"Director, a call from Mr. Alejandro," the secretary said, handing him the phone.

Victor took it and said with a smile, "Sir, do you have any good news?"

"I think you should come to Dan Senada. Someone from Mexico City has arrived," Alejandro said in a low voice, "And it\'s a deputy minister from the education department." Explore more at mvl

"You\'d better bring more people!"

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