Chapter 27 Dashachun, what are you doing!

Chapter 27 Dashachun, what are you doing!

Mexico City. Plaza del Cibeles.

This should be the safest place in Mexico.

Municipal institutions are all in this area, with military and police patrolling everywhere, and even tanks can be seen.

It wasn't like this before 1985, because Pablo made everyone nervous, and he directly confused the drug dealers all over the world.

Silly Dachun, what are you doing!

Because the attack on the Supreme Court had such a bad impact, the Mexican government was afraid that someone would follow suit and raised the security level.

The Federal Preventive Police Department compound is also among them, and you can see a lot of people coming in and out. In a small building in the northwest corner, this is the Prison Administration. It looks a bit mottled from the outside, but it's really a lucrative department.

Carlos Alejandro stuffed a stack of US dollars from the drawer into his briefcase, about 100,000, zipped it up, adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and walked out of the office.

It was just time to get off work at this time, and colleagues who met would call out very stiffly, "Director."

Alejandro would always respond gently.

Sitting in the car, looking at the cake and Barbie dolls on the passenger seat, he showed a gentle smile on his face. Today is his daughter's 8th birthday. He turned down the evening social activities just to celebrate her birthday.

The home is only about 6 kilometers away from the workplace, which can be regarded as a comfortable zone. Compared with the slums, the environment here is simply heaven and hell.

The extreme gap between the rich and the poor is also a social contradiction.

After parking the car, he pushed open the aisle door outside with the gift in his hand, and opened the door with the key. He saw unfinished tea on the coffee table, cigarettes in the ashtray, and toys on the ground. Alejandro threw the key on the sofa and shouted, "Julia, Lucina"

But no one answered him, and he immediately felt something was wrong. He pulled out the weapon from the gun bag on his waist and walked towards the restaurant vigilantly.

According to the "Mexican Survival Guide", if something goes wrong, please use RPG. Oh, sorry, that's the Soviet guide.

Alejandro pushed open the door of the restaurant and saw his wife and daughter tied to the chairs. Just as he was about to rush over, a gun was pressed against his head. A man snatched his gun away and whispered in his ear, "Don't be nervous, sir. Don't shout. I'm a coward. If you scare me, you may have to go to the arms of the Lord in advance." "Don't shoot. The family's property is in the safe upstairs. The password is 978478. There are 200,000 US dollars in it. Take all of it and hope to spare our lives." Alejandro was very calm. I thought I was a robber. This kind of home robbery happens frequently, and the probability is like an Indian rape case. The man behind him threatened, "You don't want your head to be blown up!" The other party's heart sank when he said this, and many thoughts suddenly floated in his mind. Which deputy director sent this man to kill him? One carrot, one pit. Many people have been thinking about the position of the director for a long time. Just as Alejandro was thinking about how to deal with it, the man behind him pushed him and he crashed directly into the dining table, but he didn't care about the pain and turned around to see two men.

The leader had a short flat head and his eyes were as aggressive as a beast, but the scar on his face made him a little scared. He smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself, Nouriel Best."

"Someone asked me to come and chat with you. Don't worry, it's just a simple chat."

Duke next to him handed over the mobile phone in his hand. Alejandro took a look and the latter signaled him to answer it with his eyes.

Alejandro took a deep breath, his hands were shaking, but he tried his best to calm himself down. What scenes have he not seen to sit in this position?

Although he was still afraid, he understood that the more afraid he was, the faster he would die.

"Hello"

A very peaceful greeting came from the other end of the mobile phone, "Good evening, Officer Alejandro, I'm sorry to bother you at this time. Did my friends hurt you? If they did, I apologize for them."

"But then again, I didn't offend you, did I? After you suspended me, I had no food to eat. Should I go to your house for dinner? Do you know that you ruined my job? I'm so anxious that I can't sleep every day. You fucking, you're losing hair all night."

The voice behind it suddenly got louder, which scared Alejandro.

"Who are you?"

"Didn't I say it? Well, my name is Victor Carlos Vieri, the police sergeant of the third prison area of ​​Plateau Prison, sir! Do you remember it?"

He remembered it, and at that time he thought the name Vieri had a bit of Italian style. It was the stop report sent by Plateau Prison. Because Webster usually gave him gifts, he signed it just to give him face.

Fuck!

I didn't expect to make such a basket of things.

"Sir, I just want to be a policeman. This is my ideal. You won't be so ruthless, will you?"

Alejandro of course followed his words and continued, "No, no, tomorrow. No, I will ask someone to cancel the suspension report later."

Victor on the opposite side was very satisfied, "Thank you, sir. By the way, let me ask, how much does the position of prison warden cost?"

This jumping question directly confused Alejandro, and he stammered and didn't know how to answer.

"Hahaha, I'm kidding, sir, I wish you a good night."

Alejandro looked up at Best, "Hang up..."

The latter took the big brother and handed it to Duke. He looked at the little girl's outfit, put away the gun, took out a stack of U.S. dollars wrapped in a plastic bag from his arms, and threw it on the dining table. "Don't worry, there's nothing to do." It will cost you $10,000, and you’d better leave the matter between us and Webster alone.”

"You don't want this to be your daughter's last birthday."

Best also arranged his clothes and gave him a piece of advice, "Sir, remember to wear a body armor when you go out."

After speaking, he patted his face, smiled, and took Duke away.

Alejandro watched the people leave, and the breath that supported him suddenly withered away, and his legs became a little weak. He quickly ran over and untied the ropes of his wife and daughter, hugged them and comforted them twice.

Most people in Mexico are distinguished by those who understand current affairs.

What if you are really disobedient?

Hey hey hey...

Guzman once ordered someone to fire several shots at campaign staff at a presidential campaign site.

Arrogance is also a label for Mexicans.

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Prison dormitory.

Seeing Victor hang up the phone, Casare looked at him expectantly, "How's it going? He agreed?"

"No one can say anything to refute the caliber."

"I'll give him ten thousand dollars a month from now on. If I let him take my money, it won't be easy to get away." Victor took a cigarette and tapped it on the armrest of the chair, squinting his eyes.

"Can we talk to him about expatriation?" Casare asked in a low voice.

Victor revealed part of his future plans to the other party. He was very interested in being sent abroad to serve as the director of a certain region.

The Mexican police department often recruits "police auxiliary officers" due to insufficient manpower, so the scope of operations here is wide.

Local finance will not support it because they want to commit corruption.

But if you have money, you can build a team.

Around the millennium, many drug trafficking organizations did this, first pushing people to the position of director, and then using official names to recruit some drug dealers to launder their rights. Why?

Borrow this name.

You can follow the military and police in cracking down on drugs!

You can be "just" when facing your competitors, but you can be "the traitor" when facing your own company.

Unexpectedly, Mexican drug lords are very clever.

Understand what it means to be a king by pulling on the tiger's skin.

Victor defines Best as a glove, which is a criminal group. In the future, he will slowly transfer power to him and become a stable behind-the-scenes person.

How can police officers be in cahoots with criminals!

And those "police auxiliary personnel" are his real team. They will help him fight "crimes", earn political achievements, and then use the reputation they have earned to participate in elections!

His ambition is very big.

What future can a gangster leader have?

Do you know who the biggest gangster in the world is?

"Alejandro is just a prison officer. He can have this power. The most important thing is that I have no political achievements. I need political achievements to add a lever on my shoulders."

Victor seemed calm, but Casare seemed eager.

"Political achievements?" He raised his eyebrows when he heard this sentence, as if he thought of something, and his expression suddenly became tangled.

"Victor, what do you think of my cousin Dragan?"

Victor raised his head and looked at him. He didn't know what he meant at first, but the two people looked at each other and understood instantly.

This guy.

Want to sell his cousin! !

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