Chapter 47 I want the position of warden!
The next day.
About 10 am.
Two official vehicles with the words APM written on the side drove into the Plateau Prison.
This is the abbreviation for the Bureau of Prisons.
"One, two, three!"
On the playground outside, you can see several square groups of prisoners running under the leadership of prison guards. When they become weak, someone next to them will beat them down with a stick.
This is a real fight!
Alejandro and others in the car almost bulged their eyes when they saw this scene.
When will Mexican prisons be held open?
As long as one less prison guard dies every day, the prison administration's KPI will be reached.
Two cars drove to the office building, and Casare, dressed in police uniform, stood at the door waiting.
Alejandro and others got out of the car and frowned, "Where is Victor?"
"Wait for the officers above!"
This was said by those who were present. Everyone is a little unhappy. You are just a little police inspector, and our youngest is an assistant in the Federal Security Department, who is many levels higher than you.
But after looking at each other, no one was a fool to jump out, so they could only suppress their unhappiness and follow Casare to the office.
As soon as they opened the door, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.
Victor was lying on the ground spreading banknotes. When he heard the noise, he stuffed a peso under the corner of the table, got up from the ground, raised his head, and said, "Good morning, sirs."< br>
“What are you doing?” Alejandro asked with a frown.
Victor clapped his hands, "It's too late to lay a new floor for the superiors, but I am a more enthusiastic person, so I will pave a way for everyone to make money!"
"Please come in and sit down."
Alejandro looked at his colleagues in the security department, who also looked at him. He could only bite the bullet and walk in, not to mention stepping on the peso. It's just different.
A few people walked into the office and saw Victor sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and there were stacks of money on the coffee table, which looked scary.
"Take it as you like, sirs, but I have only one thing. I want to be the warden. Who is in favor? Who is against it?"
Alejandro and others were immediately confused. .
"Where's Webster?" A middle-aged man wearing a suit with straight hair asked in a deep voice.
"Unfortunately, he was stabbed to death by a prisoner yesterday."
Dead!
Are you kidding?
So sudden?
Everyone present was smart, and all of a sudden their eyes turned to Victor.
"He is dead. Don't I, the deputy warden, have the right to take over?"
"You are breaking the law knowingly. You have no right to be the warden at all. We don't agree with this matter. , We will definitely find out!" The middle-aged man stood up and cursed with a dark face, "Let's go!"
As he said that, he took two young colleagues and prepared to leave.
The smile on Victor's face suddenly faded. He watched him walk around the coffee table, pick up the baseball bat next to him, stand up suddenly, and hit the opponent on the back of the head.
Just knock him down to the ground.
Not yet relieved, he continued to smash.
The prison guard at the door took a look and closed the door.
The middle-aged man howled miserably and stretched out his hand to block it.
“Fuck! I’m giving you face but you don’t want it. Check me? How many lives do you have!”
Victor beat him until his baseball bat broke. Alejandro and the people in other departments didn't dare to stop him. Even the young people brought by the middle-aged man were at a loss.
After the stick was broken, Victor kicked a few more times and looked back at the people sitting on the sofa who were too frightened to make a sound. He was slightly sweating.
"I am a very fair person. If you want money, I will give it to you. I want the position of warden. You quote a price. If you can't get it, you can bring him to get the money. I won't I believe there are still people in Mexico who are not corrupt!"
As he spoke, Victor opened his bookshelf and cabinets, where pesos were neatly placed.
These are health fees. Last night, Casare collected money all night long and refused to pay? Squatting on tiptoes next to the toilet, what if it falls?
Hey hey hey... I have suffered a lot.
Do you think you came to be a prisoner just to be the boss?
Do you think Victor is a good person?
You are a criminal when you go to jail. To be honest, I don’t know about other places. You kill them all in Mexican prisons, and no one is innocent.
If Victor comes to power one day, the first thing he will do is to clean up the toilet... I was wrong, it is to reinstate the death penalty!
A crime that is not terrifying to death is just playing house.
The 5,000 inmates in Plateau Prison bring Victor almost 1.2 million pesos in "profit" a month.
Sure enough, power is the greatest wealth.
Alejandro and others looked at the pile of cash and knew who it was. Victor looked in the direction of the sound and smiled. He was a young man, not an old fox. He was so shameless, his face turned red after being stared at like this.
"Casare, get a bag for some new friends." Victor ordered, and Casare, who had already prepared it, handed over the bag.
"How much money you can catch in one minute is yours!"
He said and looked at his watch, "Start!"
Then get it The man with the bag rushed over and started sweeping hard.
Victor didn’t feel bad at all.
When money is spent, it is called money; when it is not spent, it is called paper; when it is valuable, it is called money; when it is worthless, it is called waste.
"Sir, I have prepared your share for you. I have sent it to your home. There is no need to compete with a few children for games." Victor sat on Alejandro's desk Luo said with a smile beside him.
Hearing this, the other party's facial expression relaxed a little, and hesitantly said, "You want to be the warden? I haven't been transferred yet and I can't speak, but you beat someone from the security department... "
"I'm not dead, I just taught him a lesson."
"He's very shameless."
"Face? How much is that thing worth? Alejandro, everyone sells it, but they sell different parts."
Victor laughed out loud when he heard this and gave himself some He put on a cigarette, threw the lighter away, and slapped it on the table, "Isn't that just breaking his head? I'll apologize to him."
As he said that, he stood up and said, "I'm sorry!"
He also kicked him, turned to Alejandro and shrugged, "He acquiesced that I forgive him."
"I don't have a big appetite, Webers After Te died, I took over the position and came out to do things. I am reasonable.”
Violence?
If it doesn’t make sense, then use it.
For the sake of face (money), Alejandro nodded, "I will try my best."
"Thank you for your hard work, and by the way, there is one more thing."
< br>Victor smiled a little "shyly", "I have become quite an official now. I have several relatives in my hometown, and I want to bring him in."
It is to give people like Kennedy and Heisenberg an identity and be able to eat royal food.
There was no need to tell him about such a trivial matter.
But there will always be some trouble in the future, so it can be considered as a vaccination for him.
"It's time!" Casare whispered beside him.
Victor looked at his watch, then turned around and saw that those people had even taken off their suits to put money in, and were still dropping them outside.
He said angrily, "One more minute."
"I am generous to new friends!"
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