Chapter 31 When you go out to do things, you put your interests first!
Alejandro walked into the office tiredly and threw his briefcase on the sofa.
He has been feeling tired recently. Because of what happened last time, his wife and daughter have been having nightmares at night. He hates the police sergeant named Victor Carlos Vieri!
It’s not that I haven’t thought about finding someone.
But what kind of ruthless person does he know?
Being a police officer in Mexico has the lowest status. The drug dealers give you face and give you some pocket money every month. If you don't give you face, you won't be able to tell the difference between the king and the king. I guarantee you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.
In 1987 alone, more than 700 police officers were killed in Mexico, and about 17 police stations were openly attacked by drug traffickers.
In peaceful areas, countries where government agencies have strong deterrence, drug dealers are like mice when they see the police.
In Mexico…
The police are worse than dogs owned by drug dealers.
The most important thing is that after the Camarena incident in 1985, almost all the top brass of the police force were wiped out.
The United States is scared to death, brother, you are selling drugs in the government.
This has caused the image of the Mexican police to fall further.
Walking on the road without getting stoned is pretty good.
Alejandro shook his head, put some black tea leaves in the cup, and was about to get up to pour water when he heard a knock on the door. He raised his head and saw two strange men standing at the door.
"Who are you looking for?"
"We are looking for you." The leading man took off his gloves and stretched out his hand, "Good morning, Director Alejandro, my name is Victor Carlos. Vieri."
Bang.
Alejandro's tea cup fell directly to the ground. The glass was broken all over the floor. The water rolled to his feet. He jumped a little because of the heat. He took the broom next to him to sweep up the broken glass. Scum.
This hand was held down by someone, and a big face came over with a smile, "Just leave this to me."
"Just leave it to Casare, Director, won't you invite me to sit down?"
Alejandro looked at him, his eyes twitching slightly, how could he forget this name? Why did he come to your door?
He raised his chin slightly, "Please sit down."
Alejandro took out the paper from the table and pressed the burned area on his hand, "That matter of yours is not my idea. . ”
“I know this is all a misunderstanding. I also apologize to you. As soon as I was suspended, I complained a few times to my friends. They were nice people and vented their anger on me. Your wife and My daughter wasn’t frightened?”
friend?
Your friend is so... so wild.
If he disagrees with someone, he will go to someone's home with a gun and demand an explanation.
Victor took out the envelope from his pocket, which was about 2 fingers thick, and put it in front of him, "This is their apology. I have educated them on how to treat senior police officers like you. Can you use a knife or a gun? You have to be reasonable. They realized their mistake. This is the mental damage fee they entrusted me to bring to you."
Alejandro, who has suffered from "experience", can only see with his eyes. Knowing how much money there was, even though what the other party said was nonsense, it still made him feel a little more comfortable.
Alejandro knew that this was the step given by Victor, and he went down the stairs. "It's okay, I understand, but I'll try to be kinder in the future."
"Of course, we are all educated "
Casare was sweeping the floor and was startled when he heard this.
Education?
No two people can match the blood pressure score.
"I came here this time, firstly, to apologize, and secondly, because I have something good I want to talk to you about." Victor coughed as he spoke, and Alejandro understood immediately and stood outside the door. Ask a colleague to pour two glasses of water.
“My friends found the murderer of the shooting in Tepito neighborhood. They believed that this kind of person had a strong anti-social personality and should be brought to justice, so they found me and I can catch him. These people have provided me with very limited help. I would like to ask Director Alejandro, are you interested?”
“Perhaps you can be promoted to Chief Superintendent with this merit and be transferred. Where is it from this location? "
The Prison Management Bureau is only a second-level unit, and the highest police rank is Inspector Jefe (Senior Superintendent), who is actually assigned.
"Sir, you don't want to retire here. You are only 45 years old and it is still very early to retire. Do you want to take a gamble?" Alejandro's first thought was that this guy was lying to himself. .
Who doesn’t benefit from it himself, but also introduces it to others?
"Of course, my request is not high. Help Casare and I rise in police rank. I want to be the deputy warden of Plateau Prison, and he serves as the warden of the second prison district. This requirement It’s not difficult for you, right?” Victor pointed at the two of them.
Alejandro frowned. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have become a senior superintendent in his life. It was not that easy to climb up there, but he was a little bit tired of the sweets he fed into his mouth. He hesitated and said bluntly, "Why are you looking for me?"
Of course it's because I know where your family lives, idiot.
But you can't say this blatantly.
Victor sat up straight and smiled, "Of course it's because I think you are different from other police officers. You have a strong sense of justice."
Always praise others when you praise others. What humans don’t have.
Just like when you go to talk to someone on the street, you can't praise other people's women for being beautiful. This is very broad. You have to praise her for her big butt, which will leave a deep impression on her.
"Sir, you don't have to pay anything at all. Leave it all to us. When the time comes, I will even arrange for reporters to record it for you in all aspects. The credit will definitely go to you."
Alejandro thought carefully for a moment, and he was really moved, "Okay! As long as I am promoted to chief superintendent, the first thing I will do is make you the deputy warden. Even if you want to get rid of Webster, I will help you." ."
"Happy cooperation!"
Victor snapped his fingers, and Casare next to him held a gift box in his hands, "This is my meeting gift for you."
< br>Alejandro opened the gift box and saw an amber pistol about 5 centimeters inside, and his eyes were immediately drawn to it.
Mexicans are very enthusiastic about jade.
"This is too precious."
"Our friendship is more valuable than anything, Alejandro."
Gift-giving works well in any country .
The director who received the gift even invited the two of them to stay for lunch. Of course it was in the cafeteria, but he took out the red wine he had collected.
When he came out of the Prison Administration Bureau, Victor's face was red, and Casare was still supporting him.
After walking a few hundred meters, Victor looked back, let go of Casare's hand, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
“You’re not drunk!”
“You have to be good at acting at the wine table, otherwise can you let the leader get drunk first?” Victor patted the confused Casare on the shoulder. said with a smile.
The young policeman suddenly felt that he was not experienced enough. How could he be so sophisticated in the world?
Sitting in the car, Victor blew out a smoke ring and asked, "Are things arranged well?"
"I found 6 people, all of whom are from the emergency team. They play very close to me. Sanborn is in the hospital and I also found someone to send him a letter of report. Tomorrow at eight o'clock, I made an appointment with Dragan outside the prison. The market told him to bring the weapons and we would provide them with free maintenance."
"Where is the reporter?"
"It was also arranged and I asked him to find a tabloid reporter. The market starts at 7 o'clock, and I will give you 200 pesos as long as you sit there until noon."
"Do you want to ask Best to find some gangsters?" Casare suddenly said. .
Victor's eyelids trembled, "The police are doing things, why call the gangs?" Glancing at Casare who was driving, he continued,
Those people can't get on the stage.
What future can a policeman who has always been associated with gangsters have?
Just resign.
Only very low-level police officers are brothers to gangsters.
……
Brothers, the gain outweighs the loss! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)