Chapter 33 We are police, how can we be afraid of prisoners?

Chapter 33 We are police, how can we be afraid of prisoners?

"There has been progress in the recent major shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. Its leader, Zivchi Dragan, nicknamed: Desert Ant, has been killed by the police! He belongs to the Samuráis bárbaros (Savage Warriors) gang, and the police are investigating The rest are wanted."

On the TV, the female reporter's voice came out.

Many prison guards in the cafeteria raised their heads and whispered to each other.

When Casare heard the announcement, his hands stopped, but he continued to eat his red sausage and pig's trotter rice.

Victor put his elbows on the table, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then handed it to Casare, who raised his head and puffed his cheeks, "Take a sip."

When the other party didn't take it, Victor stood up and put the cigarette into his mouth.

"I know you're in a bad mood, but he's looking for death himself, so he can't blame anyone else.

"No matter what you do when you come out, first of all, you have to keep a low profile. If he dares to kill people randomly with a few AK47s, he is seeking death."

You should at least spend some money to buy some heavy weapons from me.

If you buy an armored vehicle, you won't be beaten to death like this.

Victor raised two fingers and looked at Best, who was sitting next to him listening. "Second, either don't do it or don't regret it if you do it. How about giving you an extra $2,000 this month? Does your conscience still hurt? "

Casare muttered, "That's my cousin..."

"$3,000."

Casare took a deep breath and finished the pig's trotter rice. "I feel much better."

How much is a person’s conscience worth?

Just add some money.

Moreover, this is called extermination of relatives for righteousness!

Isn’t it natural for the police to catch criminals?

"Boss Victor, the warden is looking for you." A prison guard came over and whispered.

Victor raised his head and saw a place similar to the "VIP area" at the far end of the canteen. Webster was sitting next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. His face was not very good, and he just looked over, and the two people looked at each other.

"I think his expression is like that of a mother." Victor cursed, but he still raised his hand to wave in that direction, dropped the paper he was wiping his mouth on on the table, and walked towards the "VIP area." .

Casare also quickly followed.

Best took out 5 dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the prison guard's pocket. He smiled and patted his shoulder. The latter's eyes lit up.

I never thought I could get money for sending a message.

If there was democracy in the prison, he would definitely elect Victor as his eldest brother.

"Sir, do you have any instructions for me?" Victor said with a fake smile, pulled out the chair and sat down without giving him any dignity.

Before Webster could get angry, his confidant sitting next to him, the Superintendent of the First Ward, Sebastian, became very angry and pointed at Victor, "Victor, who asked you to sit down? You are neither big nor small." "

Victor crossed his legs and raised his head to look at him. Suddenly he grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it towards Sebastian's head. The opponent was stunned and his feet were a little weak, but Victor held on. He pressed his head on the table with his neck and hit it hard, "X, damn you!"

The movement here directly alerted all the prison guards outside, and everyone looked inside.

Webster was also confused by this scene. When he realized it, he quickly grabbed Victor and said, "That's enough, Victor, do you want to beat him to death?"

Victor blew out his bangs and dropped the ashtray in his hand on the ground.

Sebastian, whose face was covered in blood, had passed out and was lying on the ground twitching.

"Write him a request for leave, work injury, and have the warden stamp it."

The first half of the sentence was addressed to Casare, and the second half was directed at Webster. The latter was completely suppressed in his aura. No matter how ugly his face was, he could only remain depressed in the opponent's hands. gas.

"I am the most reasonable person. If he is rude to me, I will be rude to him. We must respect each other as human beings!"

Webster called two prison guards from outside, sent Sebastian to the health room, and threw a document in front of Victor, "It seems that you are more capable than I thought, and you were able to be directly promoted to Oficial, you have the skills.”

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!"

Seeing the official promotion document and the appointment letter, Victor flipped through it a few times and handed it to Casare, "From now on, you will be three stripes, Policía Primero (police sergeant)."

Kasare's face was filled with joy.

It diluted my cousin's sadness.

"From now on, I will be in charge of the second ward, the emergency team, and the third ward. Do you have any objections?"

Victor threw the appointment letter on the table, crossed his hands, looked at Webster and said.

These words almost made the other party laugh angrily.

Are you the warden or am I?

But Victor didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and stood up directly, "Get some money for the warden, eat better, and live longer."

Casare obediently dropped the $1,000.

Standing between the "VIP area" and the general area, Victor raised his hand and clapped it, naturally attracting everyone's attention.

Standing on a table.

"Starting from today, I serve as the deputy warden of Plateau Prison. The second and third prison districts and the emergency team are all under my control. From now on, in addition to salary, each person in the prison district will receive an additional 200 pesos per month, and the emergency team will receive an additional 400 pesos. !”

There was silence in the crowd.

Casare winked at a prison guard, who immediately cheered, "Long live Chief Victor!"

This instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

The prison guards raised their hands and shouted wildly.

Send...send money!

Just do this when you come up?

Webster looked at him as if he were a madman. Are you using your own money to subsidize your colleagues?

Did X pinch your head?

"Sir, why don't we have one in the first ward!" a prison guard shouted loudly. This was related to his own interests.

Mexicans are usually more proactive in talking about their needs.

You see, Los Zetas felt that the money they earned was too little, so they just went against it and told you clearly that the money you gave them was too little!

Direct enough.

"Because I am not in charge of the first prison area, you can go to the warden." Victor turned back and pointed at him, and Webster's face turned green.

Ask me to give money to my colleagues?

Do you think I run the money printing press?

It is difficult for me to have a corrupt mistress myself.

The colleagues in the first ward looked at him with red eyes.

Now he had a headache.

Victor left amid cheers from everyone, and the prison guards automatically stood on both sides.

did you see…

When you go out to do things, no matter what you do, whether you are an official, a thief, murderer, arsonist, or upholding justice, you still have to pay for it!

The salary of a Mexican police officer is really tens of dollars a month. They work hard and are really life-threatening. Suddenly someone gives you a salary increase. Are you happy?

Here, aloofness cannot be eaten as food. Only when you are full can you talk about your ideals.

Now, to put it bluntly, if anyone wants to touch him, these people will definitely rush faster than anyone else.

Victor smiled and seemed to enjoy the admiration.

"Boss, didn't you say you should keep a low profile?"

"That's just occasionally. If you don't pretend to be like that at ordinary times, you'll get fucked!"

The news of the money distribution spread throughout the prison instantly. Some of the more than 1,000 prison guards were happy while others were dissatisfied. Some even went to question Webster, which made him feel miserable.

Office of the Deputy Warden.

This is a lot.

There are bookcases, air conditioners, refrigerators, and even a bed in a cubicle.

"Boss Victor..." Casare frowned, "We have to spend more than 150,000 US dollars every month for no reason, and we can't afford to support so many people."

He, the chief internal officer, began to cry for poverty.

Victor was picking at his nails with a nail clipper, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"

"You mean to ask the prisoners to charge for sanitation fees? I'm afraid they won't pay."

"No?"

Victor smiled and put the file back into the pen basket, "Then kill them! This is the territory of the police. Their minimum sentence is 25 years. When they get out, they won't be able to walk, so why are you still afraid of them? Then Just ask the prison guards to put on their hoods so they can’t be recognized.”

"Either you don't break the law. If you break the law, we will fall into our hands. No matter what gang he belongs to, I am the biggest here, and then the Mexican government!"

"Don't be like Webster, who can't figure it out in any prison. Tonight, he led a raid on the second ward to search for contraband. From now on, I will allow them to die before they can die. If they mess around, I will fucking die for them." beat."

"How much money do we have left now?"

"110,000 US dollars..." Casare said quickly.

"Give the money to the emergency team first, and then to the second prison district. If there is not enough money left, tell them to give it to them within ten days."

You have to let the horse run, you have to let the horse eat grass!

PS: Brothers, due to some force majeure, you know, my writing is too arrogant. In the previous chapter 11, a character was added, which is Best. It does not affect reading. If you don’t understand, you can go to chapter 11 to take a look. One glance.

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