Chapter 2: You’re still so arrogant without giving me money?
I had 13 2s in my hand, and I thought I was sure to win by cheating.
Who would have known that the other party would give me a piece of Wang Zha, so he stopped pretending and flipped the table.
He saw a familiar name in this "resume".
Theo Carlos Vieri!
Original father.
There was indeed something fishy about his death, but who would have thought that the murderer turned out to be the old man who had been "taking care" of him?
This is creepy to think about.
"Victor? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Webster put the pen away and asked in a soft tone, "Do you need to rest for two more days?"
" No, no need." Victor waved his hand and forced a smile, "It's just a little headache, it's okay."
"Then what do you think of my proposal? The first prison area is relatively safe."
Victor raised his head and looked into the other person's eyes, peaceful, worried...kind?
Just like a senior who really considers the juniors!
Nice!
Victor felt a little addicted to cigarettes. He saw cigarettes on the table, pointed at them and said, "Can I have one?"
Webster was startled when he heard this, looked down at the cigarette case, nodded with a smile, "Of course." Pushing the cigarette case over, he motioned for him to do whatever he wanted.
As soon as Victor took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, he heard Webster say, "Victor, don't I remember you don't smoke?"
His hand paused slightly.
"I've been under too much pressure recently. Smoking can relax me."
Webster didn't press too much.
"Which part of our prison is the most dangerous?" Victor suddenly asked.
"The third ward, the serious crime area."
"Then I want to go to the third ward."
Webster frowned, as if listening to When he couldn't believe it, he was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Today Is it April Fools' Day? "
"Of course not, sir, I just think this is my responsibility. As a federal police officer, I should go where the people need me on the most dangerous front lines. Remember my oath..."
Webster's expressions are rich.
Remembering your police duties in Mexico?
Brother, aren’t you playing Abe-crow next to the gas tank while flying?
The fight against drugs depends on the navy.
Army? Those red deer have already become devils.
Victor is actually not a fool. The big guys in the third ward may sound scary, but they are very strictly controlled. They only go out once every half a month. Moreover, unlike the first and second ward, , the armed forces of the Third Ward have been greatly increased and are allowed to be equipped with HM-3 9mm submachine guns!
I usually use a Glock 17 pistol, which is not bad. It is the same as the one used by the Yankee next to me. Of course, this is limited to important units like ElAltiplano, other small police stations?
It would be nice to have a revolver.
There was even a joke. The Alvarado Police Department used slingshots, which were ordered by the mayor himself. This guy must have received money from drug dealers.
Slingshot?
As long as the firepower is strong enough, I'm safe enough!
The most important thing is that Mr. Gao feels that this prison is like a huge cage, trapping him tightly. He may be killed when he is really killed, and his golden finger No use at all in prison.
You can’t let them go on purpose and then catch them again, right?
Also, there is a small note next to the golden finger: people caught by subordinates also count as points.
Isn’t this just trying to push yourself up?
The best way is to be sent abroad and serve as a small chief in a remote place. The Mexican police are very dangerous. Basically, dozens of them die every day. It is very common for the chiefs to change one after another.
But Victor has no background. It is not easy for you to break out of this cage.
Then you can only go to the third prison area to see if there is any "thigh" that you can hold.
He is not a morally obsessive person. If he can serve the "big boss" well, isn't glory and wealth just a matter of words?
This is how this society is. When you do not have the ability to change the world, please learn to bow your head first.
There's nothing to be ashamed of, are you claiming to be noble?
Can your skull withstand a 7.62 bullet?
Kennedy was shot through by a 6.5mm bullet, and he didn't even have time to shout a word.
Seeing that Victor didn't seem to be talking nonsense, Webster's frown deepened, but he soon relaxed and smiled dryly, "I will consider it. The police force lacks your drive."
"Thank you, sir!" Victor stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and saluted.
Webster smiled and nodded, "Go to work. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me, Victor. My door is always open for you."
I want to make a hole in your head. …
Of course I said this from my heart. I can exchange 21,000 crime points for a lot of things.
But Lu Xun once said: When you cannot challenge the other party, put away your sharp blade and learn to stick out your tongue. Hypocrisy is also a kind of self-protection.
After coming out of the office, Victor closed the door, put on his hat again, looked around, and walked towards the cafeteria. He passed by familiar colleagues and said hello with a smile.
"iéntate. (Sit down)!"
When I walked into the cafeteria, I saw about a hundred prisoners sitting there. There were more people in the second ward, about two thousand people. Eat. They have to come in batches for fear of causing trouble.
The prison guard shouted orders with a loudspeaker.
The prisoners didn't care at all. Some even laughed and whispered to each other after sitting down, without giving any face.
Victor is also a police sergeant and serves as the deputy of the Second Ward. His duties include the canteen, outdoor exercise, and bathing. Not only is the work tiring, but he also offends people.
"Victor." Casare stood at the entrance of the cafeteria with his hands behind his back. He saw the figure from the corner of his eye and called out quickly.
The muscles in Victor's expression relaxed slightly and he walked over. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a burst of noise and noise. He turned his head suddenly and saw a black man with dreadlocks. Jili Guala was so excited that she slammed the plate and cursed, and the people next to her started to boo.
The prison guard nervously called him to sit down, but he just turned a deaf ear.
“Who is this person?”
Casare squinted his eyes and stood on tiptoes to take a look. His memory was good, “Friedson Kullman, the backbone of the Millennium Group. ”
"Millennium Group?" This name is a bit familiar. It should have been produced by celebrities. "Did they pay?"
Casare was startled and understood what he meant. "No, Millennium Group never pays. "It's funny to be so arrogant when you don't pay in my place." Victor laughed angrily and pulled out the plastic stick from Casare's waist.
"Hey! What are you going to do?" Upon seeing this, Casare hurriedly grabbed him and asked.
"What are you doing? Let him understand that poor players should keep a low profile." Victor spat.
"Bastard! We don't want to eat this pig food, I want to eat caviar! I want to eat fruit, you sons of bitches, go and feed the pigs." Friedson Kullman shouted.
The people next to him cheered in response.
“Yes! We want to eat caviar! I also want a woman, I want to do X!”
“Woman! Woman! Woman!”
People around shouted at the table.
Friedson Kuhlman was very proud of himself. People who come out to hang out like to be in the limelight. Even if they are hacked to death, they will be on the news.
“Caviar? Are you going to pay me for it!”
Friedson Kullman heard a voice next to him, turned his head, and saw a stick directed towards his head. It was smashed down, and I couldn't hide in time, so I was knocked directly to the ground.
Covering his head, there was blood all over.
"You idiot! Making trouble? You haven't given me any money, but you still make trouble and eat caviar? I'll treat you to shit." Victor swung his stick and hit the opponent hard.
It's not an easy move.
"Hey! What are you doing! Stop."
"Pull him away."
"Kill this policeman!"
The atmosphere is getting worse. The more something went wrong, the more nervous Casare became, and the prison guards standing on the second floor began to sound the alarm.
A strong man with growth rings tattooed on his head came closer and was about to catch Victor fiercely. The latter turned around, drew his gun, stuffed it into the opponent's mouth, and did it in one go.
“You call another one, and I’ll smash your mouth.”
With a huge thing stuffed in his mouth, this strong man is even more fierce, not afraid at all, whining Yelling, pointing arrogantly at his temple, it’s nothing more than beating me to death!
Boom!
Gunshot!
The whole cafeteria suddenly fell silent. The strong man covered his left ear and screamed. Blood seeped out from between his fingers. Half of his ear was still on the ground.
"Shut up!" Victor stepped on the other person's mouth and put his finger on his mouth, "Shh, you are very noisy, do you know that?"
Fried Sen. Coleman was stunned.
Prison guard...
Dare to shoot first?
This is very un-Mexican.
"Everyone, squat down, don't think I'm joking. Who is still standing? My hands are very nervous. If the bullet hits where, I don't know."
Victor narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone.
Most of the people who come out of prison are not dull-headed young people, the kind with hard bones, who would have died long ago. They all understand the saying, those who understand the current affairs are heroes.
I was very obedient and squatted down.
As soon as the situation was under control, he heard footsteps and the emergency team rushed in. Haggis Baird had a dark face. When he saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"
Casare quickly explained the reason for the incident.
Haggis Baird nodded, "Send the injured to the infirmary, put the leader Friedson in the solitary room, and the others will be starved for three days."
said After finishing, he turned to look at Victor. Seeing the other person's indifferent expression, surprise flashed across his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "I will tell the warden about this."
The two of them The immediate supervisor was injured and, reportedly, unable to work properly, so reported directly to Webster.
"Of course, within the procedure." Victor said casually.
His program is correct. He is threatened and is allowed to use weapons. This is a plateau prison, not an ordinary prison. Even murderers cannot enter.
Haggis Baird glanced at him, "The person you injured just now has an unusual identity. He is the cousin of the leader of the Disan Knights."
Victor looked at He was staring straight at him. The other person frowned but stared at him, but soon his eyes felt sore and he was defeated.
“Do you know Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas?”
"Where is that?" Haggis Baird frowned. He felt that he was being underestimated and his tone was very bad.
"There once lay a president of the United States. Is there any place with a higher status than that person?"
Victor smiled and patted him on the shoulder, making a gun gesture with his finger. , waved it next to his temple, "No matter how high your status is, you will die with just one shot. Are you right, Mr. Haggis Baird?"
Haggis Baird 1 He was angry and wanted to speak, but Gao pushed him away and left. Casare hesitated, smiled sheepishly at the former, and followed him.
"Fake! Son of a bitch!"
Haggis Baird kicked the table and his whole face drooped.
"Victor, when you say that, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?" Casare trotted up and said worriedly.
"A turtle can block a machete when it shrinks, but it can't hide from a bomb. Since we have made enemies, we will fight to the death. Moreover, if I don't make a big deal, how can some people make up their minds?" Victor said in a riddle. , the other party was confused.
"Then be careful."
"Don't worry, I was in the hospital last week, and the doctor said my bone density is thicker than a bulletproof vest."
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(End of this chapter)