Chapter 20: How many yuan does it cost to start a multi-million business?
"Ah! Ah!!!"
The fighting criminals covered their legs and screamed miserably. The sudden addition of the "murderer" obviously put great pressure on both groups.
Staring at each other, as if they wanted to devour each other.
Victor blinked and saw their origins clearly. This gang is called: Blood Alliance. They have been doing human smuggling business near Mexico for a long time, transporting refugees to the United States.
Their strength is considered average in the country, but this group of people is rather dirty. It is said that many foreign tourists disappeared inexplicably because of them. The Mexican Criminal Division believes that they are closely related to organ smuggling in Southeast Asia.
The other gang is called: Texas Syndicate (TS7). This organization is trans-international and is mainly composed of members of Mexican immigrants. They are either serving their sentences in US prisons or outside prisons. Serve sentence.
The gang was formed to protect Mexican immigrants from being killed by other California gangs, including the Aryan Brothers and the Mexican Mafia.
The two groups are so dirty in private that even Bao Qingtian would have to deal with them for three days.
"Officer, is it illegal for us to fight?" A man with long hair, a snake head tattooed on his arm, and a cigarette in his mouth asked, "What? Do we still need to apply?"
He took the cigarette and flicked the ashes directly on Victor. He pretended to be in a hurry and said, "Sorry, sorry." After saying that, he kicked the emergency team member next to him in the stomach. The other person knelt down in pain. On the ground.
Then he pointed at Victor very arrogantly, "You bitch policeman, you want to meddle in other people's business, who the hell do you think you are?"
People from other gangs nearby were watching. lively.
"I tell you, this prison..."
Bump!
Before the other party could finish his sentence, he was shot in the head at such a close range. There was no way he could be saved and he collapsed directly on the ground.
The crowd suddenly became quiet.
“Let someone who is civilized, polite and has brushed his teeth come over and say it.” Victor pointed the pistol at them, “I am a very reasonable person. If any of you have questions, just stand up and tell me face to face. "
The people from the Blood Alliance and the Texas Syndicate looked at each other and pursed their lips nervously.
Perhaps because he felt that he could not be cowardly in front of such brothers, the blood alliance walked out and swallowed, "Sir, don't think that we are afraid of you if you bring out a gun. You only have 12 bullets at most. We There are so many people here.”
"I know."
Victor smiled, "I just need to kill a few of the special ones."
Criminal organizations all over the world are the same, bullying the weak and fearing the strong!
Why do Mexican drug traffickers dare to bully the police and even kill at will? That is a political issue, and the upper levels are corrupt, but if you change to a tougher government, which gangster would dare to take such a leap?
American Mafia Godfather Al Capone is awesome, right?
Nicknamed the King of Chicago!
The spokesperson of Thompson submachine gun.
Underground Emperor.
But isn’t it simple for the US government to want to get you? The FBI dare not touch you, but the IRS will investigate you for tax evasion, and tanks will arrive at your door that night.
"I say it again, hold your head and squat down!"
Seeing that this police officer was serious, the people from the Blood Alliance and the Texas Syndicate could only do as they were told, but there were also people who looked at him secretly, as if they wanted to remember him and find someone to kill him.
"Casare, who beat you?"
All the prison guards looked over at the same time. This shameless Casare was a little at a loss and pointed at one of the strong men. , the other party’s face turned green.
Victor went up and kicked him in the face. The other person was furious and wanted to punch him, but he held a gun to his face and said, "Fuck you, the whole prison knows that Casare is me. Brother, I'm covering you, you bastard, you don't give me face if you touch him."
"If you have the ability, put down the gun, let's fight." The other party was very tough and said unconvinced. But he kept looking at the pistol out of the corner of his eye, fearing that the other party would shoot him. He was obviously feeling guilty and just wanted to save face.
"Dual? What era is it? I have a gun to fight with you. Your mother must have fucked your brain when she was pregnant with you." Victor hit the corner of the opponent's eye with his elbow. This place is very fragile. Basically, if he hits it It will break.
The other party covered his face in pain and squatted on the ground.
Victor seemed to have not finished venting his anger, so he went up and kicked him hard.
“Stop, Victor!”
A voice containing great anger sounded. Webster pushed aside the onlookers and walked in. He saw the bodies inside and the curled up bodies that had been fucked. The criminal's face suddenly darkened and his face twitched.
"What are you doing!"
"Who gave you permission to shoot in the prison?"
He asked a series of questions. Victor did not speak. Casare next to him spoke first, "Sir They were the ones who attacked the police first."
Webster: "Then you can kill people?"
"Catch me then" Victor stretched out his hand and choked the other person. With his eyes wide open, the former stretched out his hand to signal Casare to shut up and unzipped his police uniform, "We are the police and they are criminals. If they dare to make trouble, we will beat them!"
"Who gave them the ability to beat the police in prison? The law or Jesus?"
"Sir, Victor, I can't stand it. I can't stand it when they beat my brother and my colleagues. This is against me. If you don’t dare to deal with the insult, then leave it to me. I’ve decided to take care of this kind of thing. Being a police officer also has dignity.”
He almost shouted at Webster in the end.
When Casare saw Victor moving his hands on his back, he immediately understood and responded, "Yes, sir, there will be problems every time you go out, but you just don't care, but we have to suffer, Our job is very difficult, and I have to be beaten every time, so I might as well become a drug dealer.”
This sentence touched the hearts of the colleagues around me. Many of them had had enough. Although the drug dealers in Plateau Prison would pay tribute, they beat and scolded them at every turn, even if they beat Webster to death. They lived a very insecure life as police officers.
The expressions of the prison guards watching became very complicated.
Victor saw this scene. He deliberately incited emotions in front of Webster. A boss who did nothing was very annoying, and the prison had long had problems with him.
In the last football match, in addition to Victor being injured, three police officers also died in the line of duty.
But in the end there was no pension.
Victor's purpose is very simple, to find a "partner" in prison. In his opinion, Webster must die. Either he dies or he dies. It is impossible for the two people to get along.
I will choose to be released again, but the "power" in this plateau prison cannot be released just now. Maybe when will it be used?
The reason why he dared to confront the other party without giving in was because Webster might have the power to move himself around in prison, but he definitely had no power to expel himself.
A police sergeant needs to be approved by the higher authorities. Do you think someone who is on the imperial diet can be fired as soon as he is dismissed? Of course, Webster can also find people above him to solve the "trouble" of Victor, but if you can't even control the inside of the prison, what will your superiors think of you?
Victor wants to take this opportunity to "get on top".
You want to get promoted and get rich, but if you tell me you don’t fight for it, do you think it will just fall from the sky?
Daydreaming!
It’s like many people buy incense worth 2 yuan, and then go to the entrance of the Temple of Wealth with a stack of scratch-off tickets to pray for blessings and fortune.
Are you kidding me? You ask the director to do something worth millions and just carry a barrel of oil?
Whoever wants to make you rich is stupid.
"You are very good." Webster pointed at the two of them, his nose crooked with anger.
"I'm just protecting my colleagues, sir! I will never allow them to lose their dignity while defending justice."
That's what I said!
Onlookers heard it with excitement.
But the filth inside is all fucking business.
Webster gritted his teeth, pointed at the two of them with his fingers, turned around and left with fierce eyes.
"Put these people in a cell and give them a bowl of rice every day for the next seven days. I'll see if they fight over food." Victor ordered the emergency team.
The already leaderless team hesitated for a moment, and they all stood at attention and saluted, "It's sir."
Suppressing the gang members who were fighting in groups, whoever disobeyed directly hit the baton, obviously angry just now They haven't disappeared yet, and other prison guards have locked up the criminals who were let out, but many of the criminals looked at Victor very strangely when they returned.
"Victor, if those criminals are given a bowl of rice every day, will they kill people?" Casare said, "It's better not to make things too big."
"Do you think today's matter is small? Maybe my head will be on the reward list of those gangsters tonight." Victor said it very lightly, not afraid at all.
When will you be on the US bounty list, you should be more nervous.
“Wouldn’t it be better to kill them? When the time comes, you can find some media to publicize the chaotic management of Plateau Prison, Webster’s inaction, and describe him as a corrupt policeman who tortured prisoners. I won’t believe it. There are still people who support him.”
Public opinion can kill people!
Make reasonable use of public opinion and enjoy a wicked life.
"When the time comes, we will find a few prostitutes to tell the tabloids that he likes exciting things. Regardless of whether it is true or false, if this kind of thing spreads, it will become true."
Casare felt that Victor was all over his body. They are both sinister, and even their saliva may be a little bit vicious. If he really follows his path, the name Webster will definitely resound throughout Mexico City.
"You have seen the emergency team in the prison."
Casare nodded.
"Find a way to build a good relationship with them. I will then find a way to promote you to the police rank so that you can lead them."
"Do you have any idea?"
"Send money, give it to your boss!"
"What if he doesn't accept it?"
Victor stopped and looked at He thought about it carefully, "Then let Holder find someone to follow his family and either collect money or the whole family will die. Let him choose."
"Then do you have money now? "Casare always likes to ask questions.
I don't like this question very much.
"Then try to find more buyers this month. If that doesn't work, just advertise in newspapers."
"Are the goods available?"
"Soviet warehouse There are enough bullets in the Pacific, I need buyers now! Buyers!”
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(End of this chapter)