Chapter 27 Dashachun, what are you doing!


Chapter 27 Dashachun, what are you doing!

Mexico City. Plinth Square.

This is probably the safest place in Mexico.

Municipal agencies are all in this area, there are military and police patrols everywhere, and you can even see tanks.

This would not have been like this before 1985. Pablo didn't make everyone nervous, but he made all the drug dealers in the world confused.

Silly Dachun, what are you doing!

Because the impact of the attack on the Supreme Court was so bad, the Mexican government was afraid that others would follow suit and increased the security level.

The compound of the Federal Preventive Police Department is also among them. You can see many people coming and going. In a small building in the northwest corner, this is the Prison Administration Bureau. It looks a bit mottled from the outside, but it can What a grease department.

Carlos Alejandro stuffed the stacks of U.S. dollars in the drawer into his briefcase, almost one hundred thousand, zipped it up, adjusted his clothes in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction. Then walked out of the office.

I just got off work at this time, and all my colleagues who met me would politely call out, "Director."

Alejandro would respond mildly.

Getting in the car, he looked at the cake and Barbie doll placed on the passenger side. A soft smile appeared on his face. Today was his daughter’s 8th birthday. He turned down the evening entertainment just to give it to her. Birthday.

My home is only about 6 kilometers away from my work, which is considered a comfort zone. Compared with the slums, the environment here is like heaven and hell.

The extreme gap between rich and poor is also a point of social contradiction.

Park the car, push the aisle door outside with the gift, and open the door with the key. You will see unfinished tea on the coffee table, cigarettes in the ashtray, and some on the ground. Holding the toy, Alejandro threw the key on the sofa and shouted, "Julia, Lucina~"

But no one responded to him, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. He pulled out the weapon from the gun bag on his waist and walked towards the restaurant cautiously.

According to the "Mexico Survival Guide" it says: If something goes wrong, please use an RPG, oh, sorry, that's a Soviet guide.

Alejandro pushed open the door of the restaurant and saw his wife and daughter tied to chairs. Just as he was about to rush over, a man held a gun to the back of his head and snatched him away. His gun, the low voice in his ear, "Don't be nervous, sir, don't shout, I am very timid. If you scare me, maybe you will have to go to the embrace of the Lord early."

"Don't shoot. The belongings at home are in the safe upstairs. The password is 978478. There is 200,000 US dollars in it. You took them all in the hope of sparing our lives." Alejandro was very calm.

I thought I encountered a robber.

Such home invasions and robberies happen so often that they are as likely as rape cases in India.

The man behind him said threateningly, "You don't want your head to be blown off!"

The other person's heart sank when he said this, and many thoughts suddenly came to his mind. Which deputy director sent this person to kill him?

A carrot and a pit, many people have been thinking about the position of the director for a long time.

Just as Alejandro was thinking about how to respond, the man behind him pushed him and hit him directly on the dining table. However, ignoring the pain, he turned around and saw two men. .

The leader had a crew cut, his eyes were as aggressive as wild beasts, but the scars on his face made him a little frightened, with a smile on his lips, "Introduce yourself, Nouriel Best."

"Someone asked me to come and chat with you. Don't worry, it's just a simple chat."

Next to him, Duke handed over the big brother in his hand. Alejandro glanced at it, and the latter used Her eyes signaled him to answer.

Alejandro took a deep breath, his hands were shaking, but he tried his best to stabilize himself. Being able to sit in this position, what kind of scene has he not seen before?

Although I am still afraid, I understand that the more afraid I am, the faster I will die.

"Hello~"

A very peaceful greeting came from the other side of Big Brother, "Good evening, Officer Alejandro, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, my friends, they didn't hurt you, right? What if? Yes, I'm sorry for them."

"But then again, I haven't offended you, right? After you suspended me, I didn't have anything to eat, so why did you go to your house to eat? My job, I’m so anxious that I can’t sleep every day. Damn, your hair has been falling out all night long.”

The voice behind suddenly became louder, startling Alejandro. Big jump.

“Who are you?”

"Didn't I say it? Well, my name is Victor Carlos Vieri, police sergeant of the Third Ward of Plateau Prison, sir! Have you remembered?"

He remembered, At that time, I still felt that the name Vieri was a bit Italian. It was the description of the cease and desist report sent from Plateau Prison. Because Webster usually gave himself gifts, he signed it thinking of giving him face.

Fuck it!

I never expected that something like this would happen.

"Sir, I just want to be a policeman. This is my ideal. You won't be so unkind, will you?"

Of course, Alejandro followed his words and continued, "No, no, tomorrow, no, I will have someone lift the suspension report later."

Victor opposite was very satisfied, " Thank you, sir. By the way, let me ask, how much does the warden’s position cost?”

This jumping question directly confused Alejandro, he hesitated and didn’t know. How to answer. "Hahaha, I'm joking sir, I wish you a pleasant night."

Alejandro raised his head and looked at Best, "hang up..."


The latter took the big brother and handed it to Duke. He looked at the little girl's outfit, put away the gun, took out a stack of U.S. dollars wrapped in a plastic bag from his arms, and threw it on the dining table. "Don't worry, there's nothing to do." It will make you work for nothing. This is ten thousand dollars. It is best for you to ignore the affairs between us and Webster in the future."

“You don’t want this to be your daughter’s last birthday.”

Best also arranged his clothes and gave him a piece of advice, “Sir, when you go out, remember to wear bulletproof clothes. Clothes."

After that, he patted his face, smiled, and took Duke away.

Alejandro watched the people walking away, and the breath that supported him suddenly withered, and his legs were a little weak. He quickly ran over to untie his wife and daughter, and hugged them to comfort them. Voice.

Most people in Mexico are distinguished by those who understand current affairs.

What if you are really disobedient?

Hey hey hey...

Guzman once ordered someone to fire several shots at campaign staff at the presidential campaign site.

Arrogance is also a label of Mexicans.

...

Prison dormitory.

Seeing Victor hang up the phone, Casare looked at him expectantly, "How's it going? He agreed?"

"No one can refute it in a caliber. "

"From now on, I will give him ten thousand dollars a month. If I let him take my money, it will not be easy to get away." Victor took the cigarette and tapped it on the armrest of the chair. Said with squinted eyes.

"Can we talk to him about the expatriation?" Casare asked in a low voice.

Victor revealed part of his future plan to the other party. He was very interested in being sent abroad to serve as the director of a certain region.

The Mexican police department often recruits "police auxiliary personnel" due to insufficient manpower, and the scope of operation here is wider.

Local finance will not support it because they want corruption.

But if you have money, you can form a team.

Around the millennium, many drug trafficking organizations did this, first pushing people to the position of director, and then using official names to recruit some drug dealers to launder their rights. Why?

Borrow this name.

You can follow the military and police to fight against drugs!

You can be "righteous" when facing your competitors, but you can be "the traitor" when facing your own company.

Unexpectedly, Mexican drug lords are very clever.

Understand what it means to be a king by pulling on the tiger's skin.

Victor defines Best as a glove, which is a criminal group. In the future, he will slowly transfer power to him and become a stable behind-the-scenes person.

How can police officers and criminals get together!

And those "police auxiliary officers" are his real team. They will help him fight "crime", earn political achievements, and then use the reputation they have earned to participate in elections!

His ambitions are very big.

What future can a gangster leader have?

Do you know who the biggest gangster in the world is?

"Alejandro is just a prison officer. He can have this power. The most important thing is that I have no political achievements. I need political achievements to add a lever on my shoulders."

Victor seemed calm, but Casare seemed very eager.

"Political achievements?" He raised his eyebrows when he heard this sentence, as if he thought of something, and his expression suddenly became tangled.

"Victor, what do you think of my cousin Dragan?"

Victor raised his head and looked at him. He didn't know what he meant at first, but the two people looked at each other and understood instantly.

This guy.

I want to sell his cousin! !

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(End of this chapter)

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