Chapter 56: Who do you think you mess with? ! (Additional update!)
The order appointing Victor as the police chief of Guadalupe Island came quickly.
The Mexican bureaucracy was surprisingly efficient at this time.
After receiving the letter of appointment, Victor immediately discovered that the number of his Golden Finger soldiers had increased from 40 to 80. It seemed that whenever his duties were improved, they would have to be doubled.
So, how many people are required to serve as the Minister of Security?
It's exciting just thinking about it.
But 80 people are definitely not enough, so Victor started recruiting new ones directly from within the prison guards!
Announcements were posted in various conspicuous places in Plateau Prison, and the radio was still broadcasting the recruitment news for the EDM reserve team.
"If you are selected, you will receive a monthly salary of US$1,000? There will also be 25 days of annual leave per year, and a year-end bonus of US$2,000?"
"Compensation will be provided according to different levels for injuries sustained on the job. ”
Many prison guards stood in front of the announcement and whispered to each other.
"The sacrifice will be compensated according to 6 years of salary!"
Some people who are good at mathematics have already started to break their fingers, "72,000 US dollars!"
This number is certainly high. Come on!
Logically speaking, of course the Mexican government has established an effective pension system, but do you think those corrupt officials will give the money?
They are eager to stuff these "human blood steamed buns" into their mansions.
Sooner or later these people will be swept away too!
Corrupt bureaucrats are more hateful than drug dealers!
Victor's reputation in the prison is good. At least they get a lot of money for health expenses. Ordinary prison guards get 200 pesos more every month.
Now that I heard that there is such a good thing, I signed up one after another.
Casare was busy, but he didn't know what the standard was. Anyway, the boss looked at it and seemed to rely on "eyes".
Victor does not have high requirements for prison guards, as long as he is not a pawn planted by a drug dealer, and he does not have too close contact with a drug trafficking organization.
If petty theft or butt tattoos don't matter.
There are no good people in Mexico.
When you travel to Mexico, remember one thing: never waste money buying insurance, because the insurance company may not pay the claim, and you will lose your life, death, and wealth!
The EDM reserve team directly recruited 220 prison guards. Even if you tell them that they have no establishment and are affiliated with "police auxiliary personnel," they don't care.
How can you make money by eating royal food?
"Warden, how much is the salary of a formal member of EDM?" The prison guard who joined the reserve team raised his hand and asked curiously.
Casare looked at Victor, who took a drink of water.
As you get older, it’s time to brew wolfberry.
"The salary of EDM is 2,500 US dollars, and the year-end bonus is 5,000 US dollars. If there are children at home, you can also add an additional 500 US dollars in nutrition expenses per person per year. If a parent is hospitalized, 50% of the expenses will be reimbursed. If you sacrifice!"
< br>Victor looked at everyone below, their eyes bursting with fire, "A one-time pension of US$150,000 will be compensated."
150,000! ! !
The members of the reserve team were immediately in an uproar.
Victor is very calm, because he will strictly control the number of formal personnel. Although the exchange personnel are paid a salary, they will also have living costs, but who will receive the pension after death?
Why don't you give him Uncle Victor's left hand and his right hand?
"Then how can I join the official team?"
"Assessment! EDM will implement a last-place elimination system. Every year, personnel will be selected from the reserve team. What we implement is Those who are capable will go up, those who are incompetent will be down! "
"With me, you don't have to worry about being replaced. All you have to do is maintain social order, ensure the safety of civilians, and defend the honor of the police!"
Victor raised his hand, "Those drug lords who are against us, wish themselves well!"
The members of the reserve team cheered!
They were happy, and even happier were the prison inmates.
Woooooh...
The "Butcher" is finally leaving!
It can be clearly felt that in the next few days, the prisoners stepped on the sewing machines very quickly, and their mood at work also improved.
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Guadalupe Island!
Located west of the Baja California Peninsula in Mexico. About 400 kilometers southwest of Ensenada, in the Pacific Ocean, it is a true island.
This place is basically a "lawless place". Because of its special geographical location, if the Mexican military and police want to crack down on drugs, your first choice is to go to the island, right?
Once the drug traffickers take control of the port, the game is basically over.
Because of its proximity to the United States, it has spawned a lot of criminal activities. Tijuana even has transportation lines here.
Guadalupe Island City Hall at this time.
The white walls are full of bullet holes and have the color of burning. Bodies can be seen everywhere, including guards in police uniforms and civilians in civilian clothes.
More than a dozen government workers, both men and women, were kneeling at the door. They were trembling, waiting for the so-called "trial."
There were many drug dealers standing around with guns, looking at them like wolves.
"Don't, don't kill me! I'm leaving Guadalupe Island now." A middle-aged man in the middle cried loudly.
Tatata~
A pair of boots caught the middle-aged man's eyes, and a joking voice came from his ears, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor, your request has been rejected, and What last words do you need me to convey?”
“Money! I’ll give you a lot of money.” The middle-aged man continued to cry.
"Kill you, and your money will also be ours."
The drug dealer leader raised his gun, pointed it at the opponent's temple and pulled the trigger, biu~
The bullet went directly through the skull.
Basically there won’t be much pain, it directly damages the brain nerves.
“Kill them!”
As soon as the drug dealer leader finished speaking, the staff who were kneeling on the ground screamed and tried to run, but they were all shot one by one.
The entire city hall was filled with the stench of blood.
The drug dealer took the spray paint to the white wall at the door and wrote a series of words in Spanish, "Guadalupe Island, we are the order!"
There was also a painting below The skull and then a dagger passed through the skull, looking very cruel.
“Piratas! (Pirates!)”
A drug dealer held a video recorder and pointed it at the leader. The other person was very arrogant and raised his middle finger, "We do not welcome any government agencies to Guadalupe Island. We will defend the cleanliness of the island!"
"Especially Victor. .Carlos Vieri!"
"If he doesn't listen to our advice, we will take righteous measures and throw him into the sea to feed the great white sharks, do you listen?"
…
“Did you hear that? Bastard!”
The screams of drug dealers came from the television.
The office was so quiet that you could hear it even if a pin dropped.
Casare and the others glanced at the sitting Victor from the corner of their eyes and saw that the other person had a calm face, but suddenly smiled.
It’s over...
Victor smiled!
You say it's not good for you to offend someone, you offend him.
"It seems that the people of Guadalupe Island still welcome us very much." Victor put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and pointed at the drug dealer on the TV, "I like his mouth."< br>
“The work has been handed over today, we should meet tomorrow!”
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PS: I won’t post at 12 o’clock in the morning, it’s too late, the time It will be changed to 8 a.m. tomorrow. This post will be updated today. I hope everyone will support it~
Mainly after being reviewed at night, it was difficult to find the editor because everyone was asleep.
(End of this chapter)