Chapter 47 I want the position of warden!
The next day.
About 10 o'clock in the morning.
Two official vehicles with the words APM written on the side drove into Gaoyuan Prison.
This is the abbreviation for the Bureau of Prisons.
"one two three!"
On the playground outside, you can see several square groups of prisoners running under the leadership of prison guards. When they become weak, someone next to them will beat them down with sticks.
This is a real fight!
Alejandro and others in the car almost bulged their eyes when they saw this scene.
When are Mexican prisons going to be fucked?
As long as one less prison guard dies every day, the prison administration's KPI will be reached.
Two cars drove to the foot of the office building, and Casare, dressed in a police uniform, stood waiting at the door.
Alejandro and others got out of the car, frowning, "Where's Victor?"
"Wait for the officers above!"
After saying this, everyone present was a little unhappy. You are just a little police inspector, and our youngest is an assistant in the Federal Security Department, who is many levels higher than you.
But after looking at each other, no one was a fool to jump out, so they could only suppress their unhappiness and follow Casare to the office.
As soon as they opened the door, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.
Victor was lying on the ground spreading banknotes. When he heard the noise, he stuffed a peso under the corner of the table, got up from the ground, raised his head, and said, "Good morning, sirs."
"What are you doing?" Alejandro asked with a frown.
Victor clapped his hands, "It's too late to lay a new floor for the superiors, but I am a more enthusiastic person, so I will pave a way for everyone to make money!"
"Please come in and sit down."
Alejandro looked at his colleagues in the security department next to him, and they looked at him. He could only bravely walk in. Not to mention, stepping on peso was just different.
When a few people walked into the office, they saw Victor sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and there were stacks of money on the coffee table, which looked scary.
"Take it as you like, sirs, but I want to be the warden. Who is in favor? Who is against?"
Alejandro and others were immediately confused.
"Where's Webster?" A middle-aged man wearing a suit with straight hair asked in a deep voice.
"It's very unfortunate that he was stabbed to death by a prisoner yesterday."
died!
Are you kidding me?
So suddenly?
Everyone present was smart, and all of a sudden their eyes turned to Victor.
"If he dies, don't I, the deputy warden, have the authority to take over?"
"You are breaking the law knowingly. You have no right to be the prison warden. We don't agree with this matter, and we will definitely find out!" The middle-aged man stood up and cursed with a dark face, "Let's go!"
With that said, he took two young colleagues and prepared to leave.
The smile on Victor's face suddenly faded. He watched him walk around the coffee table, pick up the baseball bat next to him, stand up suddenly, and hit the opponent on the back of the head.
Just knock him down to the ground.
Still not relieved, he continued to smash.
The prison guard at the door took a look and closed the door.
The middle-aged man howled miserably and stretched out his hand to block it.
"Fuck! You don't want to give me face, check me? How many lives do you have!"
Victor beat him until his baseball bat broke. Alejandro and the people in other departments didn't dare to stop him. Even the young people brought by the middle-aged man were at a loss.
After the stick was broken, Victor kicked a few more times and looked back at the people sitting on the sofa who were slightly sweating and were too frightened to speak.
"I'm a very fair person. If you want money, I'll give it to you. I want the position of warden. You quote a price. If you can't get it, just bring him to get the money. I don't believe there are people in Mexico who don't corruption!"
As Victor said, he opened his bookshelf and cabinet, and there were pesos neatly placed inside.
These are health fees.
Last night, Casare collected money all night long and refused to pay? Squatting on tiptoes next to the toilet, what if it falls?
Hey hey hey... I have suffered a lot.
Do you think you came here as a prisoner to be the boss?
Do you think Victor is a good person?
When you go to prison, you are a criminal. To be honest, I don’t know about other places. In Mexican prisons, you kill everyone, and no one is innocent.
If Victor comes to power one day, the first thing he will do is to clean up the toilet... I was wrong, it is to reinstate the death penalty!
A crime that is not terrifying to death is just playing house.
The 5,000 inmates in Plateau Prison bring Victor almost 1.2 million pesos in "profit" a month.
Sure enough, power is the greatest wealth.
Alejandro and others looked at the pile of cash and knew who swallowed. Victor looked in the direction of the sound and smiled. He was a young man, not as shameless as an old fox. Being treated like this Staring at him, his face turned red.
"Casare, get a bag for some new friends." Victor ordered, and Casare, who had already prepared it, handed over the bag.
"How much money you can catch in one minute is all yours!"
He said, looking at his watch, "Start!"
The person who got the bag rushed over and started sweeping away.
Victor didn't feel bad at all.
Money that is spent is called money, money that is not spent is called paper, what is valuable is called money, and what is worthless is called waste.
"Sir, I have prepared your share for you. I sent someone to send it to your home. There is no need to fight for games with a few children." Victor said with a smile while sitting next to Alejandro.
When the other party heard this, his facial expression relaxed a little, and he hesitated, "You want to be the warden? I haven't been transferred yet and I can't speak, but you beat someone from the security department..."
"I'm not dead, I just taught him a lesson."
"He's very shameless."
"Face? How much is that thing worth? Alejandro, everyone sells it, but the parts they sell are different."
Victor laughed out loud when he heard this, lit a cigarette for himself, threw the lighter away, and scratched it on the table, "Isn't it just breaking his head? I'll apologize to him."
With that, he stood up and said, "I'm sorry!"
He also kicked him, turned to Alejandro and shrugged, "He tacitly acknowledged that I forgive him."
"I don't have a big appetite. If Webster dies, should I take over the position and do things? I'm reasonable."
Violence?
If it doesn't make sense, then use it.
For the sake of face (money), Alejandro nodded, "I will try my best."
"Thank you for your hard work, and by the way, there's one more thing."
Victor smiled a little shyly, "I have become quite an official now. I have several relatives in my hometown, and I want to bring them in."
It is to give people like Kennedy and Heisenberg an identity and be able to eat royal food.
There was no need to tell him about such a trivial matter.
But there will always be some trouble in the future, so it can be considered as a vaccination for him.
"Time's up!" Casare whispered beside him.
Victor looked at his watch, then turned around and saw that those people had even taken off their suits to store money, and were still dropping them outside.
He said angrily, "One more minute."
"I am a generous person when I treat new friends!"
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PS: The release date is already known, it will be on the 27th. I am saving the manuscript, so don’t worry!
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