Chapter 56: Who do you think you mess with? ! (Additional updates!)
The order appointing Victor as police chief of Guadalupe Island came quickly.
The Mexican bureaucracy was surprisingly efficient at this time.
After receiving the letter of appointment, Victor immediately discovered that the number of 40 Golden Finger soldiers had increased to 80. It seemed that if the position was improved, the number would be doubled.
So I would like to ask, when you serve as the Minister of Security, how many people are there?
It's exciting just thinking about it.
But these 80 people were definitely not enough, so Victor started recruiting new ones directly within the prison guards!
Announcements were posted in various conspicuous places in Plateau Prison, and the radio was still broadcasting the news of recruitment for the EDM reserve team.
"If you are selected, you will receive a monthly salary of US$1,000? There will also be 25 days of annual vacation and a year-end bonus of US$2,000?"
"Injuries sustained while on the job are entitled to compensation according to different levels."
Many prison guards stood in front of the announcement and whispered to each other.
"The sacrifice will be compensated according to 6 years' salary!"
Some people who are good at mathematics have already begun to crack their fingers, "72,000 US dollars!"
Of course this number is high!
Logically speaking, the Mexican government has certainly established an effective pension system, but do you think those corrupt officials will give the money?
They are eager to stuff these "human blood buns" into their mansions.
Sooner or later, these people will be swept away too!
Corrupt bureaucrats are more hateful than drug dealers!
Victor's reputation in the prison is good, and at least they get a lot of money for health expenses. Ordinary prison guards get an extra 200 pesos a month.
Now that I heard that there is such a good thing, I signed up one after another.
Casare was very busy, but he didn't know what the standard was. Anyway, the boss looked at it and seemed to rely on "eyes".
Victor does not have high requirements for prison guards, as long as they are not a pawn planted by a drug dealer, and they do not have too close interactions with drug trafficking organizations.
If it's petty theft or butt tattoos, it doesn't matter.
There are just no good people in Mexico.
When you travel to Mexico, remember one thing: don’t waste money on buying insurance, because the insurance company may not pay the claim, and you will lose your life, death, and wealth!
The EDM reserve team directly recruited 220 prison guards. Even if you tell them that they have no establishment and are affiliated with "police auxiliary personnel," they don't care.
How can you make money by eating royal food?
"Warden, how much is the salary of a formal member of EDM?" The prison guard who joined the reserve team raised his hand and asked curiously.
Casare looked at Victor, who took a drink of water.
As you get older, it’s time to soak wolfberry.
"The salary of an EDM is US$2,500, and the year-end bonus is US$5,000. If there are children at home, an additional US$500 per person can be added for nutrition per year. If a parent is hospitalized, 50% of the cost will be reimbursed. If you sacrifice!"
Victor looked at everyone below, their eyes blazing with fire, "A one-time pension of US$150,000 will be compensated."
150000! ! !
The reserve team members were immediately in an uproar.
Victor is very calm, because he will strictly control the number of formal personnel. Although the exchange staff will be paid a salary and will have living costs, who will receive the pension after death?
Why don't you give him Uncle Victor's left hand and his right hand?
"Then how can I join the official team?"
"Assessment! EDM will implement a last-place elimination system. Every year, people will be selected from the reserve team for selection. What we implement is that those who are capable will be promoted, and those who are not will be eliminated!"
"With me, you don't have to worry about being replaced. All you have to do is maintain social order, ensure the safety of civilians, and defend the honor of the police!"
Victor raised his hand, "Those drug lords who are against us, wish themselves well!"
The members of the reserve team cheered!
They were happy, and even more happy were the prison inmates.
Woo woo woo...
The "Butcher" is finally leaving!
It can be clearly felt that in the next few days, the prisoners stepped on the sewing machines very quickly, and their mood at work also improved.
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Guadalupe Island!
Located west of Mexico's Baja California Peninsula.
About 400 kilometers southwest of Ensenada, in the Pacific Ocean, it is a true island.
This place is basically a "lawless place". Because of its special geographical location, if the Mexican military and police want to crack down on drugs, your first choice is to go to the island, right?
Once the drug traffickers take control of the port, the game is basically over.
Because of its proximity to the United States, it has spawned a lot of criminal activities. Tijuana even has transportation lines here.
Guadalupe Island City Hall at this time.
The white walls are full of bullet holes and the color of burning. Bodies can be seen everywhere, including guards in police uniforms and civilians in civilian clothes.
A dozen government workers, both men and women, were kneeling at the door. They were trembling, waiting for the so-called "trial."
There were many drug dealers standing around with guns, looking at them like wolves.
"No, don't kill me! I'm leaving Guadalupe Island now." A middle-aged man in the middle cried loudly.
Ta-ta-ta
A pair of boots caught the middle-aged man's eyes, and a joking voice came from his ears, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor, your request has been rejected. Do you have any last words that I need to convey?"
"Money! I'll give you a lot of money." The middle-aged man continued to cry.
"If I kill you, your money will also be ours."
The drug trafficker leader raised his gun, pointed it at the opponent's temple, and pulled the trigger, biu
The bullet went straight through the skull.
Basically it won't cause much pain, it directly damages the brain nerves.
"Kill them!"
As soon as the drug dealer leader finished speaking, the staff who were kneeling on the ground screamed and tried to run, but they were all shot one by one.
The entire city hall was filled with the stench of blood.
The drug dealer took spray paint to the white wall at the door and wrote a string of words in Spanish, "Guadalupe Island, we are the order!"
There is also a skull drawn below and a dagger pierced through the skull, which looks very cruel.
"Piratas! (Pirates!)"
A drug dealer held a video recorder and pointed it at the leader, who was very arrogant and raised his middle finger, "We do not welcome any government agencies to Guadalupe Island, and we will keep the island clean!"
"Especially Victor Carlos Vieri!"
"If he doesn't listen to our advice, we will take righteous measures and throw him into the sea to feed the great white sharks. Are you listening? Bastard!"
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"Did you hear that? Bastard!"
The screams of drug dealers came from the television.
The office was so quiet that you could hear it even if a pin dropped.
Casare and others glanced at the sitting Victor from the corner of their eyes, and saw that the other person's face was calm, but he suddenly smiled.
Ruined…
Victor laughed!
You say it's not good for you to offend someone, you offend him.
"It seems that the people of Guadalupe Island welcome us very much." Victor put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and pointed at the drug dealer on the TV. "I like his mouth."
"After handing over the work today, we should meet tomorrow!"
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PS: I won’t post at 12 o’clock in the morning. It’s too late. The time will be changed to 8 o’clock tomorrow morning. I will update this post today. I hope you can support me
Mainly after being reviewed at night, it was difficult to find the editor because everyone was asleep.