Chapter 3: The Terror of the Third Prison Area

Chapter 3: The Terror of the Third Prison Area

"He is very arrogant now! Sir, I even feel that he is more arrogant than the drug dealers I have seen. You didn't see it just now, but he shot! He shot in the plateau prison!"

In the warden's office.

Haggis Baird's face turned red and he waved his arms, appearing very excited. He put his hands on the table and stared at Webster. "I even suspected that he was possessed by the devil. This is not like the original one at all." His!"

Webster held a cigarette in his mouth, "Devil? Then you have to go to the Vatican to find a priest. However, are you sure we don't have little boys here? Will they come?"

The corner of Haggis Baird's mouth twitched, "Sir, this is not funny at all." He paused and breathed slightly, "You promised me that I would help kill him!"

"My family gave you $20,000!"

Webster raised his eyelids slightly, "He applied to me to go to the Third Ward."

This news made Baird confused, and two "??" flashed in his mind.

No dogs are allowed to go to the third prison area. Although the big guys are "physically" tied up, their personalities are very weird. You don't know which words or actions you will suddenly offend them.

Drug dealers are inhumane!

In Mexico, if you offend the president, you will be tried by the law.

But if you offend a drug dealer, you will understand what life is worse than death!

From the mayor to the villagers, as long as you piss them off, tomorrow your head will appear in Mexico City, your arms will appear in San Diego, and your butt will appear in Tijuana. Don't doubt that they have the ability.

"He...he..." Baird didn't know what to say.

"You inform him to go to work in the Third Ward tomorrow." Webster took out a transfer order from the drawer and threw it in front of Baird. He leaned back and folded his hands on his stomach. "For the sake of his damn dad." For his sake, I agree to his request."

"How long you can live depends on God's will."

Baird looked at the transfer order in his hand and felt that it was not direct enough. There was no need for such small tricks in Mexico. They were the Gulf Group, the oldest criminal organization. Aren't they just small prison guards?

Wouldn't it be all over once and for all if he found a few people to kill him?

Killing police officers is too common in this country.

"I know what you are thinking? If you have the ability, you can find someone to kill him outside, but if you are in prison, we can only follow the rules. You can't let a drug dealer burst into the prison guard dormitory with a gun and shoot him. Kill him, right? This is a provocation. Last time, a lot of people died in order to get people in Tijuana and Juarez to fight. It cost a lot to settle this matter. The people above have some opinions on me. Recently I have to put my head down."

Webster is a shady old man.

That football match was actually a deliberate murder against two organizations!

At that time, a small boss nicknamed "Clown" Gagredo died in Tijuana. He was the illegitimate son of Benjamin, the leader of the Tijuana group, and was quite popular. This death directly caused the two major groups outside to go to war!

Sinaloa, one of the three giants, was also forced to join the battlefield.

The fisherman of the Gulf Group has benefited a lot.

During this football match, the Gulf Group gave 5 million US dollars to the head of the preventive police department.

All purposes are for profit.

As long as the profit is enough, God can sell it.

Jesus should have been clearly priced.

Baird was not satisfied with Webster's arrangement, but what could he do? No matter which organization he was in, the other party had a higher level than him. He gave a muffled salute and walked out of the office.

Standing at the door, he started to murmur a few words, put the transfer order under his arm, and walked to the office No. 2 of the Second Ward. Casare was sitting inside, making coffee, "Where's Victor?"

"Toilet." Casare pointed to the bathroom in the office. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Victor walking out shaking the water stains on his hands.

"Victor, Sergeant Baird is looking for you." Fatty Casare called to him, signaling with his eyes.

"Your transfer order is here. The warden has agreed to transfer you to the Third Ward as the deputy warden. Congratulations, man." Baird handed the transfer order to him with a smile on his face, "I hope you can be in your new position... Good job for a long time.”

"Oh?" Victor took the order and saw the seal on it. He felt relieved. The first step of the plan was completed. He seemed not to hear the "curse" in the other party's tone, and smiled and thanked him.

Baird was in a dilemma with his old words in his throat, and left with a dark face.

Don’t forget to slam the door shut.

With a bang, the dust shook down.

As soon as Baird left, Casare, who was anxious beside him, couldn't wait to speak, "Victor, you want to go to the third ward? Then... that place is very dangerous, don't you know? You will die in the first half of the year alone." Nine prison guards were killed. Although they died outside the prison, it was obviously the revenge of the drug dealers."

"I heard that there was an unlucky guy who was kidnapped along with his wife and daughter while he was on vacation just because he didn't wash the feet of a drug dealer. He was found dead in the woods three days later, with not a single piece of his body covered. Meat."

"There is also Quim Luca, whom you know. He is very good-looking. He is a classmate of mine. When he was in the third ward, he was attracted by a drug dealer with homosexual tendencies, but he refused. Later...his genitals were cut off and hung on the street!"

Casare was trembling as he spoke, and his pupils even dilated.

Obviously, drug dealers have also left an indelible shadow in the heart of Casare, a policeman.

Snapped!

A hand pressed on Casare's shoulder, "What are you afraid of?"

Casare raised his head and met Victor's eyes.

"What you fear is nothing more than death, but why can't you let them die? In this fucked-up society, words are the most useless. The only thing that can speak for you is weapons. If the drug dealer has a pistol in his hand, you get an AK "Who do you think should be afraid of?"

"My father used to often tell me that as a human being, you must have a sense of justice, young people must be motivated, and understand that morality is the bottom line of being a human being. But what happened? He himself was beaten to death. I finally understood. At any time, you have to climb up, and no one will listen to what the gangsters say. "

"Why are you a policeman?"

"For..." Casare hesitated.

"Don't tell me about bullshit justice. Don't be too rigid in your behavior. Absolute justice will never end well. You have to be ruthless. If I didn't fire that shot in the cafeteria, do you think I can stand? That gang You son of a bitch, are you afraid of the law? Are you afraid of bullets?”

Victor patted Casare's face, "When he bullies you, you resist. If you can't resist, find someone to support you. Drug dealers are human beings too, and they are afraid of death. I don't believe it. He has stuffed everything in his mouth." bullet."

Having said that, how can the fear of being ruled by drug traffickers for decades dissipate so easily?

"Don't worry, I will live longer than God in Mexico."

"How about a drink in the evening after get off work? I'll treat you." Victor said with a smile.

…

Prison working hours are from nine to five.

No need to work overtime.

Because Plateau Prison is about 50 kilometers away from the city, many police officers live in dormitories, but not far outside the prison, a "night market" will provide a lot of demand.

Victor has no interest in prostitutes on the roadside. He is mainly afraid of becoming an AIDS warrior. Then he will really regret it. If he wants to play, he must play like a Hollywood star.

They're all for sale, so I'll pay you more.

However, Casare was a bit vegetarian and looked up and down, "There are two of us."

When the lady heard this, she glanced at Victor and said, "Two people need to pay more."

"How much more?"

"10 pesos per person, half price for the second one."

Casare's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this. He bumped Victor with his elbow and lowered his voice, "Victor..."

"No, I'm not interested. If you want to play, you can do it by yourself, but I think you need to take protective measures."

Fatty Casare was in a dilemma. This girl happened to be good at his aesthetics, but Victor was not interested. He couldn't leave his brother behind. Just when he was about to wave his hand and refuse, he heard Victor say, "You do it first." , I have something to do, I’m done, I’ll meet you at the outdoor bar.”

As he said that, he took out 20 pesos and handed it to the girl, "Take good care of my brother."

He patted Casare's shoulder and walked not far away.

Casare was confused. He looked in the direction he was walking and saw a familiar figure from behind, it seemed... Haggis Baird?

"Sir!" The girl pushed him, took his hand very proactively, and pulled him into the tent behind her.

Victor did see an acquaintance. Haggis Baird's ugly face was second only to Franklin in his heart. The latter's biggest use was that he was a dollar.

This guy walked into a remote RV with a person who didn't seem to be easy to get along with. Isn't it easy for Victor to know the identity of this person?

The right eye blinked.

All the information popped up.

"Mir Baird.

male!

Born in Chihuahua in 1970 to the Baird crime family.

Nickname: "The Family Breeding Dog"

When he was 11 years old, he and his accomplices robbed a French tourist and killed and dismembered his body. When he was 12 years old, he joined the family's drug trafficking business and used human bodies for trafficking on the US-Mexico border. When he was 14 years old, he shot and killed three Chihuahua police officers and was listed in Chihuahua's list. The 67th most wanted criminal in the city, with a reward of 6,000 pesos. When he was 17 years old, he brutally murdered a Chihuahua anti-drug congressman, killed him and dumped his body.

Recent highlights: Miguel Hamirez, the head of the old-school LOS Chihuahua City who is nicknamed "Madman" and is imprisoned in the Second Ward of Plateau Prison after being assigned by his family to kill his opponent.

Crime points: 900 points.

It turned out that someone from his "mother's family" was here. No wonder Haggis, who was already horny, didn't go out to find a woman.

I used to be with his small team, but now...

Is he alone? !

Victor's eyes lit up instantly.

He touched his waist, but he didn't bring out the weapon.

Prisons do not allow guns to be taken out when not working. In Mexico, except for the government departments, everything else is lax.

Maybe it's to provide convenience for criminals to take revenge.

but…

Victor still has 1,000 points from killing Hoyle in prison.

Enough to get a decent weapon.

After he suffered a loss, he didn't want to leave the danger behind. Since Haggis was alone, let's kill him!

Anyway, if you kill him and throw him outside, who the hell would know that you did it?

He looked around, put his pockets in his pockets, walked behind the RV as if nothing had happened, and listened with his ears.

"What? You want me to kill Migaoge Hamirez?" Haggis's voice.

"This is the family's mission." Mil Baird's voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been injured.

Haggis was silent for a moment.

"No problem, but I want you to help me kill someone. He's in the way and will hinder my promotion in the highland prison."

"Who?"

"Victor Carlos Vieri."

"No problem, he'll die outside soon."

Leaning against the RV, Victor's murderous intent grew stronger and stronger.

You want to kill me, then I'll kill you first!

Blinking, a redemption window appeared in front of him.

Balance: 1000.

Used 40 points to exchange for two Russian-made anti-1 (F-1) grenades!

Blow you to death, damn it!