Chapter 48 Even God can’t save Mexico!
"Sir, go slowly."
Victor personally escorted Alejandro to the car and took the initiative to open the door for him.
He is such a "good guy". As long as everyone gives each other face, he is still easy to talk to.
When Alejandro got into the car, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You have been in too much limelight recently. You should keep a low profile. Those drug dealers have been keeping an eye on you."
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Victor looked at him and smiled, "In the future, I will rely on my own efforts rather than relying on others' donations. I have only one rule. If you are not a hunter, you will be a prey. Survival is the same as death!"
" We must take our lives into our own hands, sir. Drug dealers will never be able to get on the stage. Rights are needed everywhere. They are like real estate. Location is the most important thing. The closer you are to the center, the more important your property and status will be. The more valuable you are, you should not be satisfied with the present, you should climb up."
Victor was very blunt and frank, "I think we can be good political partners. What you need is merit, what else. Is there a better chance of being appreciated by Americans than killing drug dealers? "
In Mexico, as long as you lick the Americans, they can get you where you want.
Too far from heaven, too close to America.
"If you need money, I can give it to you for three years. Within three years, I will help you become the security minister." Victor made a gesture and said confidently.
Alejandro was very moved.
“What do you want?”
“I want to make progress so much, sir. My dream is actually very simple. When I express my opinion, everyone should stand and applaud.”< br>
The game of politics is not just as long as you have bullets.
Victor can't be like Pablo and drive a tank to sweep government buildings, right?
Why did Los Zetas fail so quickly?
You can indeed fight, but what’s the use of fighting?
Coming out to hang out is about the background. Mexico relies on the United States. To put it bluntly, which country on this planet can do it better?
Can you be violent in front of it?
"I hope you bring me only good news," Alejandro said.
Victor stretched out his hand and shook it, "All you have to do is go home and close your eyes, and then wait for me to carry you into the Senate."
"God bless." Ya Alejandro nodded, patted the driver on the shoulder, and motioned for him to drive.
Looking at the car leaving, Victor put his hands in his pockets. The dark clouds above his head were pierced by the sun. He said to himself, "God cannot liberate Mexico."
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Three days later, Plateau Prison.
The canteen at No. 1 that could accommodate more than 1,000 people was converted into a factory!
More than two hundred prisoners sat in front of sewing machines and learned to make clothes from a female prisoner.
About 20 prison guards stood with guns and ammunition.
It was Victor's idea.
Prisoners have to do labor camps. What does it mean to lie down every day?
Three canteens were converted into factories. Thousands of people worked 24 hours a day to make clothes for a foreign trade garment factory, and each piece of clothing could be paid 50 cents.
Of course the money goes to the prison (Victor).
But the bosses in the third prison are a little more relaxed. After all, they are rich, so you should pay more every month. Victor is a very open-minded person, and he will say anything to you if you give him money.
"FxxK! You son of a bitch, let me step on the sewing machine. I really want to blow that guy's head off with one punch." There was a muscular man who looked fierce and grumbling. .
Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with a parrot tattooed on his shoulder. The other person's steps were very slippery. He glanced at the fabric made by the other person and said, "Wynter, I think you'd better calm down. Remember, you have to pay more." There’s a $20 fine.”
That’s right...
The prisoner will have to pay if the fabric is damaged.
Ah!
Sooner or later Victor must be hung on the street lamp.
The prisoner named Winter scratched his head anxiously, his eyes wandering, and he saw a chubby figure walking into the door.
He hurriedly bumped it with his elbow, "Hey, that fat tiger is here."
The middle-aged prisoner was obviously not very happy to be disturbed, but after hearing what he said, he raised his head , and saw Casare standing on a table.
Fat Tiger is the nickname given to him by the prisoners.
A very fat smiling tiger.
"Everyone stop." Casare shouted, and all the prisoners stopped and could finally take a rest.
"New prison rules will be issued from today! There are 10 rules in total. Listen."
"First, respect the prison guards."
"Second, it is forbidden to feed homosexuals Prison inmates eat shit!”
“Third, it is forbidden to pee in the inmates’ clothes.” “Fourth, it is forbidden to stuff uneaten food into one’s vagina.”
"Fifth, you are prohibited from standing naked behind your fellow inmates."
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"Tenth: Everything Warden Victor said is right. !”
Casare finished reading the paper in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and smiled, with the fat on his face still shaking, “I am very happy to tell you some news. ”
"We have received another big order, so we decided to cancel the current rest time and everyone will work overtime. Thank you, I'm done."
Work overtime!
Fuck!
Even the prisoners can't accept it.
"FXXK! We are here to go to jail, not to work, bastards." A prisoner couldn't help but stand up and still encouraged the people around him, "Brothers, this is simply devoid of dignity. It’s oppression, it’s an insult to human rights!”
Casare looked at him and the many prisoners below who were ready to move, and suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at him!
Just kill him.
The prisoner opened his eyes and fell limply to the ground.
The prisoners, who were powerless, could only keep silent.
In front of firearms, even if you have killed countless people, you dare not say a word.
"Is there anyone who disagrees with working overtime?" Casare asked with a smile.
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing no one objecting, he nodded with satisfaction and signaled the prison guards to take the dead man away.
How did you die?
Is this important?
With the help of money, Victor successfully took the post of warden of the plateau prison. He was much stricter than when Webster was there.
Anyway, the meaning is that if you want to live in Plateau Prison, you must either obey or pay.
For wealthy inmates, the tolerance level can be slightly improved.
After Casare left, those with tempers finally spoke in a low voice.
"I really can't stand this place anymore, I want to leave!" Winter said with discomfort as he looked at the body that was dragged away.
“You will be beaten into a sieve.”
"I have connections. The Michocana family has contacted people outside, and they will cooperate with us to rescue us!"
The middle-aged man sitting next to him raised his eyebrows, "Really What can we do?”
“Start a riot!”
Winter gritted his teeth, “The Michocana family and several other gangsters will launch an attack outside to force the Mexican government to change. Which one do you think the government will choose: Get rid of Victor or release us?”
Do you still think about this?
Given the poor behavior of the Mexican government, it is very likely that Victor will be replaced. If he is replaced by a "normal" official, then the lives of people like him will definitely be easier.
It is impossible to put it down.
The U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration would not agree either.
"How do you know?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.
The corners of Winter's eyes twitched, as if he thought of some unbearable memory, and subconsciously touched his butt. This action was clearly seen by the middle-aged man, and he understood it instantly.
Hey, it's so hard in prison.
He consciously skipped this topic, "The Michoacana family is willing to be the leader?"
Winter took a deep breath, "Victor killed its leader Osier. ·Cardenas’s nephew, he couldn’t swallow this breath. It is said that the Gulf Group will also participate in this riot.”
The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked around.” What do we need to do?”
“We are also rioting in the prison”
"As long as there is enough chaos, the Mexican government will compromise!"
"Only a few people know about this."
God can't save Mexico. Do you want to overthrow a prison guard?
Eat shit!
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