Chapter 7 Unique self-introduction
Tijuana: 2,000 pesos.
Juarez: 3,000 pesos.
Sinaloa: 4,000 pesos.
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This money is quite a lot for Victor right now.
The monthly filial fee paid by Sinaloa to the federal police chief is 450,000 U.S. dollars. The 50,000 pesos were pooled together and used as alms to beggars.
"However, I think the Third Ward should have imprisoned more than 17 leaders of the groups, right? Why don't the other people pay the money?" Victor said, pointing to the list above.
This confused Anna. She was startled and looked strange. She tried to say it as tactfully as possible, "Sergeant Victor, some people may not know that you took office."
"It makes sense, but what I value is fairness. For the remaining ones who haven't paid, each organization should pay 2,000 pesos as a meeting gift. Isn't this excessive?"
"I will help convey it."
Seeing that the other party fell into Qian's eyes, Anna could only say it bravely.
Victor seemed very calm. Apart from the Superintendent, I am the biggest in the Third Ward. I have the right to use it. Don’t you know that it will become invalid upon expiration?
He is in urgent need of money to develop his power, and it is of course the best to be able to make money.
Anna felt that this guy was too greedy and would not live long, so she was too lazy to talk to him. After a few words, she left.
He only lasted two months as deputy superintendent. Although he received a tribute of nearly 100,000 pesos, his whole family was also wiped out.
Because the other party provoked the drug lord in the prison area.
Those who are too greedy will not live long.
If Victor knew her thoughts, he would chat with her, as if people who are not greedy can live a long life. As long as you give me money, it will be okay if you kill my whole family. Anyway, I am alone, so I gave it to you. If you have more money, you can even take you to the ancestral graves. If you don't think it's a hassle, add more money and the ancestral graves will explode for you.
After sitting in the office for more than ten minutes, feeling tired, Victor put on his hat, picked up the keys, and planned to go to the prison area to observe which boss's thigh was suitable for hugging.
The third prison area is much quieter than the previous two areas.
If there is no wind, there will be no noise.
As soon as he walked to the cell, he heard a woman's voice coming from inside, a very exciting cry, which was very deep in the empty corridor.
Damn it...
What time is it?
Still doing it?
Victor looked at his watch, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the cell area. There were single rooms with private bathrooms, about 20 square meters, equipped with air conditioning, TVs and even game consoles.
The treatment is better than the police dormitory.
This prison area is also hierarchical, and the most dangerous criminals are often at the deepest level.
“Hey!”
The prisoner in the outermost cell heard footsteps and turned around to see a policeman. He whistled and said casually, "I want tuna tacos for lunch, and give me a bottle of tequila."
Victor looked left and right.
"Damn, I'm talking about you, remember!" The other party got up from the bed and kicked the railing, making a concussive sound.
This is an elderly man, about fifty years old, with a bad temper.
Victor blinked.
Stepan Blancade
Male
Born in 1949 in Medellin, Colombia.
When he was 16, he dropped out of school, joined a gang, and began his criminal career. From stealing cars and committing street fraud to kidnapping and smuggling, he gradually became famous.
In 1973, he joined the Medellin Group of Colombian ruthless Pablo Escobar as the technical leader.
In November 1985, Pablo funded left-wing guerrillas to attack the judicial building in Bogotá, the capital of Colombia, and took 300 hostages. Stepan Blanchard played a liaison role.
In 1986, he served as the chief person in charge of Mexico City in North America, cooperating with organizations such as Sinaloa and Tijuana.
In 1987, he was arrested and imprisoned for beating a prostitute in the red light district, and has been in prison ever since.
Crime value: 77,000 points!
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Sure enough, he is a ruthless character.
Everyone from the Medellin Group came out.
In fact, starting from the first-generation drug lord, Pedro Aviles, Mexican drug lords and Colombian drug lords have had business relationships. He is the first known person to do so. Mexican drug lords collaborating with Colombians.
He was also the first drug lord to use airplanes to transport drugs.
The reward each time is half of the value of the goods, but because Mexico is so close to the United States, this profit is also profitable for Colombians.
This was also the template for later cooperation between trans-international drug trafficking organizations such as the Guadalajara Cartel and the Gulf Cartel.
With up to 77,000 points, if you kill him, you can exchange it for a jet plane that sprays pesticides.
You can also exchange it for a small ship.
This firepower is much more fierce than the Mongolia of "The King's Seven Martial Seas". "Wait a moment."
Victor took out a piece of paper from his pocket. On it were the drug lords he had given as "meeting gifts". He carefully scratched it with his right hand and asked, "Are you from the Medellin Group?"
Stepan Blanchard raised his eyebrows and looked at the other person up and down.
"I'm sorry, you didn't give me money, so I can't serve you." Victor folded the paper and stuffed it back into his pocket, "You don't give me money, so it's very difficult for me."
Is this asking for money?
Stepan laughed angrily and opened his mouth as if he could swallow a child's head. "You know who I am, right? You still dare to ask me for money." He suddenly He reached out and grabbed Victor's clothes and pulled hard.
Victor smiled, you were the first to strike. According to official procedures, I am allowed to fight back.
Even if the director of the association talks to him, it will make sense.
He pressed Stepan's jaw and broke it off with all his strength. The other person obviously wanted to break it back. He pursed his lips and used all his strength. But after all, he was old and had been pampered for a long time. As soon as there was a "Gah" sound, the finger was broken off by Victor.
Stepan screamed in pain, covered his fingers and staggered back.
Victor took out the key, opened the door, took out the swing stick from his waist, and swung it hard. The steel pipe stretched and hit Stepan on the head. He was so frightened that he quickly raised his hand to block it.
"Stop! Stop!"
"You're so arrogant even if you don't give me a fucking gift, Medellin Group? This is Mexico, you're just messing around, don't you look at the map?"
Victor swore that it was definitely not because the other party didn't give him money and he couldn't live with it, but because he simply wanted to teach the criminal a lesson.
Since I have offended the Gulf Cartel, are I still afraid of offending others?
If there are too many lice, they won’t bite you; if there are too many debts, you won’t worry about them.
Submissive, do you think these drug lords will look up to you, or look at you differently? To them, the police are nothing more than dogs kept in the government.
But if you don’t recognize your mother, you won’t dare to beep.
They are fierce, you are more fierce than them!
Hearing the noise, the patrolling prison guard hurried over and stood at the door, helpless. He saw a sergeant holding a swing stick and beating Stepan Blanchard, nicknamed "Rat". He used to be arrogant. He was so domineering that he curled up into a ball, covering his head and howling.
Victor, who was tired from the beating, turned around and saw two patrolling prison guards standing at the door. He threw the stick over casually, and they were so shocked that they did not dare to come in.
As timid as a mouse!
Victor sneered, squatted down, looked at Stepan whose face was covered with blood, and grabbed his neck, "X, damn you, remember to ask someone to make up for the meeting gift, otherwise, I will have to pay for it every day when I go to work. I'll beat you up."
Wiped the blood on his hand on the other party's prison uniform, walked out of the cell, glanced at the prison guard, "Call him a doctor, and my name is Victor. The new deputy superintendent.”
Introduced himself too fiercely.
When you come up, fuck the prisoner first.
The two prison guards did not dare to enter the cell, fearing that Stepan Blanchard, who had a bad temper and was beaten violently, would take his anger out on themselves.
"Quick, call the doctor, I'll report to the warden."
More than 200 prison guards in the third ward were shocked.
Here comes a fierce guy!
He actually beat up a drug lord, which made many prison guards "with admiration", but some people ridiculed him, and some even made private bets on how he would die.
The odds of being shot dead within a week are 1 to 1.7.
The odds of being hacked to death and stuffed into an oil drum are 1 to 7.
The odds of being quartered are 1:6.7.
These are the three favorite killing methods of drug lords.
And in the office of the psychological intervention team, Anna was painting her feet with nail polish. The red color was very sexy. When she heard her colleague barging in with a roar, she told the story in a serious manner, like It's the same as being there.
"Do you think he is crazy?" a colleague asked.
Anna was stunned after hearing this. It was like playing a movie in her mind. She had already thought about how he was shot to death by drug dealers outside. She shook her head vigorously, put on her shoes and ran to inform him. mistress.
Watching her leave, several colleagues looked at each other.
"This bitch must be taking credit again." The colleague who came in just now muttered slightly jealously. This psychological intervention team had the best performance in rescuing her and was the most beautiful.
The hatred between women is incredible.
...
When Kona Velazquez came back from the meeting, he happened to bump into Ana. Seeing her anxious look, he was in the mood to pat her buttocks.
"Sir, Victor...beat Stepan Blanchard in Cell No. 1."
Anna looked helplessly at Kona Velasquez in front of her. That face turned green instantly.
She swore…
Just like the Oriental face-changing seen in the United States.
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(End of this chapter)