Chapter 52 I hate people pretending the most

Chapter 52 I hate people pretending the most

Chapter 52 I hate people pretending...

The next day.

Victor got off the armored vehicle with a tired look on his face.

He was so "great" that he was afraid that the drug lords would continue to cause trouble at night, so he took EDM to the most prosperous "Central Street" in Mexico City.

It is about 300 meters from the town hall.

In fact, he doesn't believe in the integrity of politicians. If they don't give you a chance to "interrogate" and directly send troops to arrest you, then maybe Victor can kill those high-ranking bosses with one shot?

He has been like this since he was a child and cannot trust others.

"Boss, your phone number, Mr. Alejandro." Kennedy Heisenberg got out of the armored vehicle and handed him the phone.

Victor poured water, shook the bird, wiped his hand on Kennedy, took the phone, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Alejandro."

Did you see that he didn’t even call the director?

"Where are you? Just informed that the morning time has been adjusted to 8:05."

Victor looked at the time on his watch, and it turned to 8 o'clock. He instantly understood that those big men wanted to give him a blow.

"Ask them to adjust it to 8:30 and come back after I have breakfast."

Alejandro knew this would happen, and those idiots wanted to suppress his arrogance?

You have to find a woman to help you blow it!

"Victor, it won't do you any good to be tough with them." Alejandro persuaded, pinching his temples.

"Sir, I am a straight-talking person. If they look unhappy with me, they will come with a gun and shoot me. If they don't have the courage, just ask them to sit down. I will talk to them again after I finish eating."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone in Big Brother, Alejandro cursed helplessly and frowned, knowing that Victor's money would be hard to come by, so he had to take a deep breath, get out of the car with his briefcase, and head towards the municipal office. Go into the hall.

Of course, Victor can't go to eat. The shootout just ended yesterday, and martial law is still in effect. You can't even see the vendors.

He just sat in the car until the time came and smoked a cigarette.

People, you have to jump. If you don’t jump, people will think you are an honest person and easy to bully. Don’t believe in any bullshit. Gold will shine. If you are covered with a rag, you will never be able to turn over for the rest of your life.

Especially in a violent place like Mexico.

Want to bully me, Victor?

I'll beat your butt to pieces!

Victor waited until 8:40 before taking 10 EDM members to the city hall. He went alone and was "scared".

Although there were guards at the door of the city hall, they did not come forward to question and ask the team members to remove their weapons. This is not in line with "Mexico's national conditions."

All the way to the third floor, standing at the door, I could hear an angry questioning voice from inside. It was a woman, "Alejandro! Where is Victor!"

"It's so lawless and arrogant! I have never seen such government officials."

Victor pushed the door open forcefully and shouted in a loud voice, "Then I'll let you see me."

The space inside was relatively wide, and the 12 interrogators were sitting in a circle. Alejandro was standing in the middle, being scolded by them, with a submissive smile on his face.

There were 8 men and 4 women among the interrogators. Victor glanced at them casually.

What a filthy bastard.

Victor adjusted his clothes, walked to Alejandro in front of everyone's eyes, looked around, spread his hands, "Gentlemen and ladies, where is my position?"

The bureaucrats came to their senses.

I saw a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and fitted black clothes. He looked to be in his 40s, still charming, and had a rather large chest.

She sat on the left side, with a dark face, "Victor, you are late..."

This voice sounded like the one who had just scolded Alejandro.

Victor interrupted her, "Late? The time you specified is still the time I specified. I don't accept the time you specified."

The interrogators were shocked by such a direct confrontation.

"Victor! Do you know what you are talking about? You are a prisoner now..."

"Shut up!"

Victor rushed over, with a ferocious expression, and slammed his hands on the table, "I was following the drug dealers outside in a shootout, and you are here to dictate. What qualifications do you have to say that I am a prisoner?"

He grabbed the other person's clothes and pulled hard. He saw butterflies painted on his shoulders and smiled disdainfully, "What is this?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he slapped him and yelled, "What is this!"

The force was not light. He slapped the woman to the ground. Half of her face was swollen. Victor pointed at her and scolded her, "Mexican government officials are acting like bitches. You come to me? What do you have?" How qualified are you to speak of me, but how qualified are you to speak of Alejandro?”

"Haha" A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat on the other party.

"Get out of the way if you're dirty. Don't get in my eyes." Victor lifted the other person's chair, dragged it to the middle, and sat down directly, crossing his legs and looking at the others with very aggressive eyes. "Sir, I have a protruding disc in my waist and it's uncomfortable to stand. Isn't it too much to get a chair?"

The other female interrogators nearby rushed to help her, but the latter had tears on her face.

Don't watch her cry, Victor is very "amazing" when he sees her resume.

Senior Assistant, Security Department.

The mistress of Zambada, the senior leader of Sinaloa!

She is also a social butterfly who hangs out among senior security officials.

Often betraying military and police anti-drug information to Zambada, the Sinaloa Group has escaped crisis several times.

That kind of people…

Do you want to judge me?

I haven't destroyed you, so my moral bottom line is flexible.

Victor has been sworn in with gambling and drugs his entire life.

Victor's "Cruelty Index" suddenly filled everyone's hearts. This guy must be a little mentally abnormal or twisted.

jump jump jump!

The sound of a hammer hitting the table is heard.

I saw a middle-aged man sitting in the middle. He looked very upright, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His face was equally ugly, "Victor, I will write down the fact that you insulted and beat the superior in the meeting minutes. This is very detrimental to you." , I hope you can correct your attitude."

"We came to you to find out what happened. We received many anonymous reports saying that you abused prisoners in prison. Is this the case?"

"No." Victor said firmly.

"Then how do you explain the mistreatment of prisoners."

"You can call the whistleblower over and confront me face to face."

Don't worry, I won't beat him to death!

The middle-aged man nodded and suddenly raised his head, "Someone said yesterday that you killed prisoners. What do you have to say about this?"

Victor spread his hands, "Slander, this is complete slander. If you have evidence, please arrest me."

"Then how do you explain the sudden loss of more than a thousand people in Gaoyuan Prison?"

Victor looked at him deeply. It seemed that the security department also had an spy inside, but he remained calm. "They escaped from prison. There was a riot yesterday and everyone ran away."

This technique of telling lies with open eyes makes the interrogator a little troubled.

"It seems that your ability to manage the prison is not very good, Officer Victor." The middle-aged man looked at him and said.

"Then you should kill yourself, sir, because you can't even control the Mexican drug dealers."

These words seemed to anger the middle-aged man. He slapped the table and stood up, "Please pay attention to your attitude."

Victor had long been impatient and stood up from the chair. Alejandro was startled, thinking that he was going to beat him up. He hurriedly pulled him and said softly, "You can't beat this one. This is the anti-drug command of the security department." official."

This position is quite high.

Victor broke away from Alejandro and walked up to the middle-aged man. He pressed his hands on the table and looked at him. The other man was not willing to show weakness and faced him.

He looks like a pretty good bureaucrat.

"Mr. Luciano, I admire you very much."

Victor suddenly smiled and reached out to dust the other person's clothes, "I slept at my mistress's house last night and came to work today. Didn't I suck all the clothes yesterday?"

"Oh, by the way, you'd better hide the money from Tijuana. You'll feel bad if you lose it."

Luciano's eyes flashed, and his expression suddenly turned ugly, "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Are you worthy of messing with me, Victor?" He grabbed the other person's collar and pulled him over. He picked up the meeting minutes on his desk, looked at the negative comments on himself, and smiled, "It seems that you have some feelings for me. Please change your opinion to say that Victor is brave, smart and has excellent qualities.”

"Impossible, you are threatening and slandering the commander, I will...ah!!!"

Victor pulled out the dagger and pierced his hand directly. The table was also pierced, and blood oozed out immediately.

"I hate it when people show off! SIr!"

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