Chapter 1 Prison Guard
Mexico should not be defined.
Except for the chicken wrap.
There are also drugs and gunfights.
God has to wear a helmet when he comes to Mexico.
Located in the desert 80 kilometers outside Mexico City stands the entire federal highest-security prison.
——El Altiplano! (plateau!)
This is a gathering place for Mexican gangs and drug lord prisoners. On average, there are 5 drug lords, 3 gang leaders and 2 serial murderers for every 10 prisoners.
Each of the 5,000 prisoners imprisoned is a "leader in the gang" and "an elite in the drug trafficking industry". Picking out any one of them alone is enough to threaten national security.
Sewing machine?
Do not make jokes.
These drug lords can pay people from outside to come in and work. Once in a while, if they are happy and give some money, the prison guards can become wage earners.
Of course, this free and unrestrained life became much less popular after the Camorella incident in 1985.
American Dad is angry.
Just lock up these beasts and don't let them escape. There is no death penalty in Mexico...
But it's just restraint.
After all, although Franklin’s face is ugly, the US dollars are still very fragrant.
Second Ward.
In the toilet.
A young man with a strong build, wearing a black prison guard uniform, short black hair, and dark brown pupils looked at the mirror.
There was still a trace of disbelief in Gao Jun's eyes.
It's been two weeks since he traveled back in time, and he's still a little uncomfortable with it.
Originally, he was a boxer, specializing in free fighting in Southeast Asia. In a so-called duel of the century, he refused to cooperate with the match-fixing and was directly killed.
His current full name is: Victor Carlos Vieri. He is a Mexican prison guard who has been on "administrative leave" for two weeks due to work reasons. He just went to work today.
This is not the most fucked up thing. The most ridiculous thing is that he found that his eyes can see through a person's criminal life!
If you capture or kill criminals, you can obtain corresponding points and obtain skills, weapons, and even helpers through a virtual panel.
But it’s all related to the position. Only when you get promoted can you develop!
Aren’t you forcing yourself to be the shining savior in Mexico?
But fortunately, you are not forced to arrest, and there will be no tasks. The whole process is just a matter of whether you want to play or not.
"What the hell!" He took a deep breath, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on his face. The extra memories in his mind gave him a vague headache.
"Hey! Victor, the warden called you."
The toilet door was pushed open, and a white man with a big belly, a baby face, and a Policía Tercero (police corporal) on his shoulders shouted. His voice stopped when he saw the water stains on the other person's face.
"Do you want to put yourself in the sink and drown? I'm sorry to tell you, but your head won't fit."
Victor wiped off the water stains with his police uniform and walked out of the toilet while saying, "I will take you with me when I die, Casare. I'm afraid you will be too lonely alone."
"No, no, no, I still want to live to be 100 years old like my great-grandfather. By then, I will be able to get the US$200,000 from the insurance company, and then I will immigrate to the United States!"
100 years old?
Your bones have been dragged away by dogs.
Victor glanced at him, God bless him.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Casare looked around and lowered his voice, "Hey, man, you shot and killed Hoyle. The people in the Gulf Group will probably be very hostile to you. One of the leaders has already said that he wants you to Die in jail."
In memory, Victor remembered.
Two weeks ago, just two days after I came here, I didn't know what the warden's fault was, and he actually wanted to hold a football match.
And the comparison between Tijuana and Juarez, good guys, straight up good guys.
Although these two groups of people were once affiliated with Guadalajara, the organization disbanded after the godfather was imprisoned. In order to grab territory, the two sides fought frequently.
Kicking and kicking turned into kicking people.
Drug dealer, is it okay to carry two pistols? It gradually turned into a riot. Who knows where they got the pistol?
More and more organizations joined the chaos, and the prison directly called the guards to suppress it. However, during this period, Victor, who was hiding aside, "happened" to meet Hoyle from the Gulf Group, who rushed over with a grin.
The two men were fighting, and in the end, Victor got the chance and shot him to death.
For this he also received 1,000 points.
Hoyle is no small boy.
But there was something the other party said that he still remembers deeply.
"finally found you!"
Why is he looking for me?
The predecessor had no conflict with him.
I always feel like there's something fishy here.
The riot was quickly suppressed, but he was also injured and took two weeks of paid leave.
But after all, it was the leader of the Gulf Group who was killed. Victor was more cautious and did not dare to stay at home. He hid in the hotel and hid everywhere, but he was still found. A murderer shot him a few times and ran away.
But this shooting technique was obviously taught by his grandmother, and he missed.
Otherwise, you should be waiting to be reincarnated now.
In the corridor of the prison, you rarely see sharp angles, and you don't see anyone coming out to show off. Because of the explosion, 17 people died directly, and everyone was locked up in the prison area.
However, the warden's background is big enough, and he has not been able to get rid of this, and he still sits firmly on the Diaoyutai.
When the two of them were walking to the door of the office, a white man with Policía Segundo (police sergeant) happened to walk out of it. When he saw Victor, his eyes were fixed, but he quickly calmed down and changed his smile. .
"Oh, Victor, it's so nice to see you! How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Seeing the other person's smile, Victor was instinctively repelled. From his memory, he knew the other person's name, Haggis Baird, a second-generation criminal.
The Haggis family is a crime family in Chihuahua, of which Baird is a member.
Background checks under the Mexican police system are ineffective, and many criminal organizations will embed their members into government departments to act as a protective umbrella.
With money making the way, many people have long been in high positions.
For example: When Juarez leader Acosta was killed in 1987, his successor was named Aguilar, and he was the commander of the Mexican Federal Security Service. After him was the so-called "King of the Sky" Armando.
The reason why there was a conflict between the two parties was because Baird's father was arrested by Victor's father and later died in a prison conflict.
Grudges passed down from our ancestors.
Victor felt uncomfortable when he saw the other party's smile, and subconsciously blinked his right eye. It was like a switch, directly scanning out the other party's information.
Haggis Baird.
male!
Born in Chihuahua in 1958 to the Baird crime family.
Admitted to the police academy in 1973.
…
Crime points: 300 points.
really!
The death of the original body has something to do with this guy!
This resume…
Jesus had to become a vegetarian after seeing it.
This guy entered college at the age of 25 and graduated from the Mexico City Police University in 3 years. In other words, he was 28 years old and became a sergeant at the age of 31. I have to say that the speed of promotion should be a bit Viagra.
It took Victor 8 years to be promoted to sergeant!
"I hope you will be happy in the future and take good care of yourself." Haggis Baird patted him on the shoulder with a meaningful tone in his tone.
This guy wants to kill himself!
Victor could feel the malice beneath that smile.
"Man, this guy wants to get you." Casare said worriedly, "Be careful, he's doing it secretly."
Looking at the worried little fat man, Victor nodded, turned to look at Baird's back, and narrowed his eyes.
He is not a weak person. He fights in free fighting. To put it bluntly, he is a black boxer. He has a strong heart.
We have to find a way to kill him first!
"I will be careful."
Casare nodded and looked at his watch, "Let's have lunch together. It's my start time and I have to go on duty."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried to the weapons room.
Victor adjusted his police uniform and knocked on the door. A thick male voice sounded from inside, "Please come in."
He pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting inside. He had a square face and soft eyes. He looked like a "good official".
"Good morning, sir!" Victor imitated the greeting method in his memory and gave a military salute.
"Victor, how is your health? Come, sit down and talk." Webster Ashburn asked with a concerned tone, pointing to the chair in front of him.
"Full recovery, sir."
Webster breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. If anything happens to you, I'll be sorry for your father."
Father Victor and him used to be colleagues.
It's just that the former's life was short-lived. He died in a gang conflict and was shot seven times in the back!
Webster was like an elder who cared about his younger generation. After a few words of concern and greetings, he asked, "The work pressure in the second ward is too great. I want to transfer you to the first ward. After the chief of the ward is transferred, you can You can take over successfully, what do you think?”
so good?
The first prison area is a relatively "light-duty offender". They occasionally kill people, cut the body into pieces, and cook the meat. Those who can come to this prison will receive a minimum sentence of 25 years.
Victor is a very realistic person. He believes that if the other party is good, there will always be demand. Pies in the sky will not fall, but grenades may fall.
I have no connection with Webster, why is he so nice?
Don't speculate on people's hearts with malice, because people's hearts are worthless.
Victor blinked his right eye subconsciously.
The other party's information is instantly clear.
It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, his pupils are slightly condensed.
Webster Ashbourne
male!
Born in Monterey in 1944.
At the age of 16, he was admitted to the U.S. Coast Guard Academy. At the age of 18, a fight on campus resulted in the death of a black man, and he was expelled from school. In 1975, he returned to China to join the police department in his hometown. In 1978, he served as a member of the Monterey anti-drug team. In the same year, he joined the Gulf Group and served as a member of the Gulf Group in 1981. A senior assistant at the Chihuahua State Police, he was promoted to the rank of deputy superintendent in 1984 and serves as the prison director of "El Altiplano!" to this day.
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Recent highlights: We have agreed to Haggis Baird's request and will provide him with help in promoting him to the rank of sergeant. We will remove other obstacles, transfer Victor to the First Ward, and entrust a former member of the Gulf Group nicknamed "Presser" Kill Jerry Aldrich when he's out for fun!
Crime points: 21,000!
Looking at those extremely red numbers, Victor felt a deep sense of malice.
Now a line suddenly came to mind.
Surrender…
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