Chapter 6 Meeting Gift!
“What do you want me to answer you?”
“In other words, what answer do you want to hear?”
Victor did not deny or admit it, that’s it Looking directly at Casare.
No need to ask, the meaning is obvious. He was responsible for the explosion yesterday, and it was aimed at Haggis.
Casare opened his mouth half-open, "You are a policeman."
Victor looked relaxed, pinched the sticky substance with his fingers, put it under his nostrils and sniffed, "Of course, I have always been a policeman. I am often proud of this identity.”
I put my hands on the table and stood up with a look on my face. Vicious "But Haggis wants me to die, then I will tell him that if he offends Jesus, he will not go to heaven, but if he offends me, I will let him die today. Go to hell, in this place in Mexico, he and If I risk my life, I will kill him first.”
Casare was frightened by Victor’s almost crazy remarks.
"You really are..."
"A mad dog?" Victor said the last words for him, leaned back, smiled happily, and pointed left and right, "Do you think some of the people here are policemen, sent here by drug lords from outside? Undercover, people are here for money, and the national flag hanging outside feels hard to wipe their butts with. People like you and me with no background, no education, no education, what else can we do besides working hard? "
< br>"Nowadays, you have to check your academic qualifications when selling sperm! What is your academic qualifications?"
"I know you have three brothers and sisters who are still studying. Your mother is sewing clothes for others, and your salary is sent home. After all, how many times can you play with women in a month? The ones you play are all bad, and they are very low-grade. Didn’t your ex-girlfriend just run away with a rich man? If you were rich, would he run away? You can play with whoever you want. Tonight you said you wanted to have a baby with the congresswoman, and you spent money on it, and they took it away in the afternoon. Money can do a lot of things."
"Yes. Don’t you want to do it with me?”
Victor has seen Casare’s resume. Let’s put it this way, he is a white lotus. In other words, he has been a good boy since he was a child. He does whatever his mother says, studies, Drop out of school, take exams, become a police officer.
It may seem like everything is smooth sailing, but in fact, it’s something you’ve worked hard for your whole life, and the drug dealers just put some money in and let people in.
"I guarantee you, you will earn at least 1,000 pesos more a month."
Casare's breathing became rapid, but he did not speak.
Victor was not in a hurry, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "If you want, you can come to my room to find me after get off work in the evening. You are sensible about Haggis, right?"
< br>Victor left without waiting for his answer.
Casare's brain was running rapidly as he sat there. He had always thought that Victor was as honest as him, but now it seemed that it was all just a disguise.
"Hey, Casare, have you finished eating? It's time to clean up." The prison guard on duty in the cafeteria came over and shouted when he saw him still sitting, a little impatient.
He hurriedly stood up, waved his hand at the other party sheepishly, watched the other party pour the uneaten mashed potatoes into the bucket, and swallowed.
A thought suddenly came to my mind.
If I had money, no one would urge me to eat faster.
……
Third Ward.
The Plateau Prison is like a "city". It is isolated and high-voltage electricity is always on. There are independent canteens, lounges, and work areas. It seems to be very strict.
But it’s really just a piece of shit.
Later, when Guzman was arrested in February 2014, his son paid the prison guards to bring in a watch with GPS positioning, and then he stayed outside for a year, spending 56 million U.S. dollars. A passage 1.5 kilometers long, more than 10 meters deep underground, 1.7 meters high and 75cm wide was dug with lighting and ventilation.
On July 12, 2015, under surveillance, Guzman successfully escaped from prison again!
So, Mexican prisons are a joke.
How dare you say that you are a drug lord without going through a prison cell a few times?
But on the surface, the third prison area is still very "strict". When entering, we passed through 4 checks, including name and photo comparison, and whether there were any contraband on the whole body.
After everything was checked, he was brought to the head of the Third Ward, Corner Velazquez, a stocky police sergeant.
"Welcome, Sergeant Victor." The other person seemed very friendly and took the initiative to shake hands with him.
Victor blinked his right eye. Now when he meets a "strange" boss, he has to feel it out first, otherwise he will not feel safe.
Kona Velazquez.
Male!
Born in 1952 in Monterrey, Nuevo León.
...
At the age of 31, he has been serving as the head of the Third Ward of Gaoyuan Prison ever since.
Crime points: 1500.
The points are almost 5 Haggis and 1 and a half Mil Baird.
It’s not that he is more ruthless than the other two, but because he has more influence, and there is also the father-in-law of the Sinaloa State Director behind him.
Tsk tsk tsk...
As long as you actively cooperate with the rule of the Sinaloa Cartel, you are basically like a Turkish emperor.
"It is said that you were injured before? How was it? Are you okay now?" Kona Velasquez asked like an old friend.
"Much better, thank you for your concern, sir."
The other party nodded, flipping through the resume bag he brought, and said casually, "Those bastards are so lawless, I heard That Hoyle is the small leader of the Gulf Group. Please be careful and come to me if necessary.”
Victor understood instantly.
Sinaloa has a grudge against the Gulf Group, and they often kill each other for market share. Today you kill my mother, and tomorrow I will kill your mistress, just like when "The Godfather" Gallardo was arrested That's what it said.
"Without me, the beasts will have no scruples!" Victor is not a fool. Of course he will not refuse this kind of friendship that comes to his door. If he pushes everyone to his opposite, then he is called a fool.
"Then I will trouble you from now on."
He picked up the lighter on the table and lit it for Conor Velasquez, who was smoking a cigarette.
Appropriate flattery is to live a better life.
Integrity?
Not valuable.
Before he was famous, Guzman stole cars.
Which one is easier for a boss to get ahead on his own?
There are some things that you didn’t have when you were born. I’m afraid it will be difficult in this life, but there will always be people who refuse to accept their fate, so you have to let go of a lot.
For example: dignity.
Don’t you think it’s a joke that poor people in Mexico talk about dignity?
Conor Velazquez was obviously very satisfied with Victor’s attitude, holding a cigarette in his hand, “There was originally a deputy in the third ward, but he was involved in a gunfight while on vacation and was beaten. Dead.”
"From now on, you will be responsible for his work, arranging patrols for prison guards, calling prisoners, and inventorying weapons in the armory..."
This is more rights than I have in the second prison district.
"There can be chaos anywhere. As long as the drug lords in the Third Ward don't leave the prison, they can do whatever they want. Even if they ask you for condoms, you will satisfy them."
Victor It's not that he is stupid, he puts his posture very low, and looks like "I'm new here, I don't understand, the boss has the final say".
"I'll have someone take you to familiarize yourself with the office." Kona Velazquez pressed the phone on the table, "Ana, come in."
Someone on the other side responded.
I can tell that he has a good voice and a good figure.
After two or three minutes, there was a knock on the door, high heels hitting the ground, and a very rhythmic sound. When Victor turned his head, he saw a tall man wearing police uniforms. The two xx were about to Like it exploded.
Exceptionally eye-catching.
Men, what do you look at first if you don’t look at your breasts?
Look inside?
"Ana, this is the new deputy director of the Third Ward, Victor Carlos Vieri."
"Hello, sir." Anna saluted Li, as if he shook his arm intentionally or unintentionally, the ball on his chest swayed automatically.
This is a woman who is very good at using her own strengths.
“I am the leader of the psychological counseling and intervention team in the third ward. If you have physical or psychological needs in the future, I can arrange it.”
Is there still something like this in the Third Ward?
Why does it sound like it’s for sale?
Gao someone blinked.
The other party’s information is clear at a glance.
Looking at the "resume" above, Victor suddenly realized it and his eyes were strange.
He guessed right. This Anna was indeed for sale. She belonged to a "Night Cat" X-selling organization. This organization was owned by Juarez. The business was carried out inside the prison, mainly providing sexual services to the big guys inside. .
Up to hundreds or even thousands of dollars at a time.
With this alone, Tijuana can earn millions of dollars a year.
Fuck!
It’s so outrageous that his mother opened the door for outrageousness—it’s so outrageous.
No wonder many drug lords are even willing to go to jail. This can not only ensure safety in prison, but also remotely control the organization. It is more comfortable in prison than outside. Of course, the premise is that you don’t meet your younger brother who becomes a big boss, such as Los Angeles, a subsidiary of Gulf Group. Zetas.
"Take Sergeant Victor to see the office." Conor Velazquez said. "I have a meeting later."
Anna smiled and nodded.
The two of them left the office, Anna walked in front, her butt was shaking, and it was more sexy than the electric fan. She walked to the next door and opened the door, "Sergeant Victor, this is the office of the former deputy superintendent. , take a look, if there is anything you don’t like, I’ll have them all thrown away.”
Victor took a look, it was very cleanly decorated, and there was a bookshelf with world famous books on it. I saw two books from China.
He opened the drawer casually, and there was an envelope lying inside, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Yesterday I heard that there is a new commander in the Third Ward. This is a meeting gift for gentlemen..."
Gentlemen, this should be an allusion to the drug lord.
Victor opened the door and saw the colorful things inside.
"A total of fifty thousand pesos." Anna said while looking at the young officer.
The other party's expression was obviously one of surprise, and a sense of conquest emerged in her heart.
"Anna..." Victor glanced at her epaulettes, "Corporal, can you do me a favor?"
"Of course."
Anna smiled very much Damn, I'm ready to take off my clothes.
“Can you break it down for me, which gentleman gave the fifty thousand pesos and which gentleman didn’t?”
(End of this chapter)