Chapter 86 I, Victor, have a very kind temper when I treat my friends! (Subscribe, friends!)
Ensenada, a conference room in the city hall.
There were four people sitting, and they all communicated with each other with their eyes if they knew each other, and from time to time they turned to Victor, who was sitting in the main seat.
They had already found out what happened on the way here.
The corpses of drug dealers seen on the road were all done by this person.
Who in Mexico doesn’t know Victor now?
That's a famous "anti-drug warrior", but it is said that he has a bad temper.
Victor looked at his watch and stood up with a smile, "Everyone is..."
"Wait, wait~"
Before he finished speaking, I saw a man in police uniform and gold-rimmed glasses running in at the door, smiling and waving to everyone, and then sat down on a chair.
"Who is this?"
"I am the chief of the Karst Police Department, Herrera Garcia."
Victor raised his brows, nodded with a smile, and looked at his watch, "You I'm two minutes late. We made an appointment at half past nine. You..."
"Don't be so strict, Mr. Victor. Originally, I had something to do, but you came to me and I turned away. "Herrera Garcia waved.
"Oh? Then you should give me face."
"It's okay, it's okay, help each other." Herrera Garcia reached out and patted Victor on the shoulder.
Casare next to him didn’t dare to turn around and look at the boss, he could only glance at him from the corner of his eye, it was over! The old man laughed!
Victor glanced at the hand on his shoulder and slapped it. His force was not light. The other party was stunned by him and fell to the ground. Victor pushed away the obstructing table and got up. Just give him a kick!
Put it on your face right in front of you.
"Face? Who do you think you are? Let me give you face! Damn it!"
Victor picked up a chair and hit the opponent directly, causing the opponent to curl up into a prawn. The police chief next to him was so frightened that he quickly hid aside.
Herrera Garcia's glasses were broken.
The person fainted directly.
Victor waved his hand, exhaled, and turned to look at the others, "Remember, I don't need anyone to give me face. If you don't accept it, just call someone. Let's fight and see who is better. No. Just keep a low profile."
He took out his wallet and counted a bunch of dollars, threw it on the other person, and said to Casare, "Take him to see a doctor."
Fat Hu hurriedly called two police officers to drag Herrera Garcia out.
Victor sat on a chair, lit a cigarette for himself, looked at the directors who were still standing and shaking, and patted the table, "What are you standing for? Am I that scary?"
The group of people quickly pulled up the chairs and sat down, each sitting more standard than the other.
They are all cheap!
“Don’t worry, you guys, I, Victor, always do things reasonably. Who is Herrera Garcia? Don’t think I don’t know, he is a member of the Tijuana drug cartel.”
"Is this kind of person worthy of sitting with me?"
The directors below laughed sarcastically.
“Yes, yes, Mr. Victor is right.”
“Yes, we are all opposed to sitting with such a person who is collaborating with drug dealers!”
< br>Everyone is cleaner than anyone else.
But everyone was extremely nervous. Which one of them had to have a clean butt?
Victor's lips were filled with sarcasm.
I tapped my fingers on the table twice, and the person below immediately shut up in a sensible manner.
“I didn’t call you here to interfere with any nonsense, just a little bit.”
“The Tijuana drug cartel must be eradicated from Baja California!”
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. They were on pins and needles. They looked at each other and wanted to run away.
This scene was all seen by Victor, who chuckled and said, "What are you afraid of? The Ramon brothers under Benjamin were killed by my people. Isn't it easy for other small drug dealers?"
"Wei...Director Victor, it's not that we don't want to do it, it's that we don't have the ability." One director couldn't help but speak. Seeing the other person looking over, he trembled all over, and his mind automatically thought of Herrera. Garcia looked like he was being beaten and said quickly, "The drug cartel's firepower is getting stronger and stronger. They are equipped with assault rifles, grenades and even rocket launchers. This... we can't help it."
"Yes, Yes! I heard that Benjamin also bought two armored vehicles from the United States. Our police department is still using revolvers. There is nothing we can do."
"I heard that the Tijuana Police Department has been unable to do anything for three months. After receiving their salary, the police went out to sell popsicles to make ends meet.”
These are practical questions. Of course Victor will not be angry. Instead, he listens quietly and nods after everyone has finished speaking.
“I understand your concerns. These were problems in the past, but they will not be in the future!”
“The Guadalupe Island Police Department will carry out assistance operations in your four cities and provide A group of arms and military advisers will help you fight against drug traffickers. We will bear all the weapons and equipment."
"And we are also willing to bear the entire salary of your police station."
This said. Their eyes lit up.
"And what you have to do is actually very simple. In order to face the increasingly tense drug trafficking situation, you need to sign a cooperation agreement with me... no, with the Guadalupe Island Police Department for a period of five years, mainly to combat drug trafficking within the territory. Crime!"
"This statement will be announced on television."
The directors looked at each other and hesitated.
Isn’t this a direct fall out with the Tijuana drug cartel?
What if they kill me?
No one dared to say anything.
Victor is not in a hurry. One of the purposes of his coming to Ensenada is this, to form a unique "Victor-Anti-Drug Alliance" with the police departments of surrounding cities.
This needs to be named, otherwise who knows who will take the lead?
And if they are willing to join in, then this is a "cooperative relationship", and the criminals they kill or arrest will be fed back to Victor with points!
“Gentlemen, evil cannot defeat justice (caliber)!”
"We voted, and I am a very popular person."
"Who is in favor? Who is against!"
Victor glanced at them, "If you are in favor, please raise your hands."
He raised his hand himself. The four police station talkers below looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, only one person raised his hand!
There is nothing we can do about it...
Drug trafficking in Mexico has a history of hundreds of years. To put it bluntly, hundreds of officials have been killed, and millions of ordinary people have died. Drug control has not yet seen the light of day.
You Victor are awesome, and you don’t know where the weapons come from, but you only have a few people. Do you know how many drug dealers there are in Mexico?
500,000 people!
How many people are indirectly involved in transportation, sales, and planting?
About 7 million!
This number is just a string of numbers written on the document. It has no meaning. But when so many people are unemployed at the same time, guess what will happen?
A peasant uprising occurred in Chiapas, Mexico in 1994.
What era is this?
There is also this. You can imagine how serious the problem is in Mexico.
It’s not that no one is trying to change it, it’s that it can’t be changed.
Victor looked at the other people below. The three looked at each other, shrank their necks, and did not dare to look directly into Victor's eyes.
He's not angry, really.
"Director Simon Bolivar, you lost 2 million pesos in the casino last month. You can't afford to pay back the money, right? Isn't it easy to get the money from the Tijuana drug cartel?"
The expression of a white-haired middle-aged man sitting below suddenly changed.
"Director Tiago, your son killed someone in Traca, and he was a pregnant woman. You should also know about this, right?"
"And Licassons, your wife's name There are thirteen stores. Let me think about who the last owner was. Oh, it seems to be Ramon Felix, right? And you are a key employee in Tijuana. You first sold drugs and then became a police officer. I'm right."
Victor pointed to the other three people and said, "Someone reported the report to me under their real names. I think I should deal with it."
Three. People immediately exploded.
"Mr. Victor, this...this is a lie. Where is the report letter? Where is it?" The director named Rickasses jumped out.
The other two people also quickly agreed.
Victor nodded, crossed his fingers, Casare handed over a pen, wrote down words in a flash, and handed it over, "No, report letter."
This behavior It was an eye-opener for them.
Richardson laughed angrily, "You are slandering! Victor, you are taking revenge on us."
"But the fact is this. When I do things, Victor, I always pay attention to evidence. ! ”
As Victor said, he grabbed the approaching Rickardsons and stuffed the paper into his mouth. The former struggled hard and spat out the paper, but it was broken.
“Oops!”
“Ricassens, you can do things like tearing up evidence. This is simply contempt for the law!”
Victor was very angry. .
Casare came in and happened to hear these words. He immediately understood that it was time for him to take the field again. He brought the police officers up and pinned the three people to the ground.
"You are lawless! Victor, you are simply a scum of the police. You are slandering me. I am going to sue you!" Rickassens was furious.
He couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly.
"Then you are trying to attack the investigators?"
Suddenly, Rickardsons stopped struggling. He is also a veteran. He is too familiar with Victor's words. He used to When the Warner drug cartel comes to do something with him, he likes to use this excuse to kill the target.
"He should not be very satisfied with my trial. Let him ask Mayor Jose Lopez." Victor said to Casare.
The latter nodded expressionlessly, grabbed Licassons' hair and dragged him out of the door.
The remaining two people shut up.
Going to meet Mayor Jose Lopez?
Isn’t that guy dead?
Victor has "super powers"? Being able to send the other person to see God!
"Don't worry, someone will judge you for your sins."
This is what Victor gave to his old boss Alejandro.
The other party is about to take office, you have to give him some credit, right?
Except for his bad temper, Victor is pretty good, but is this a shortcoming?
After the police took them all down, Victor turned his head and looked at the poor guy sitting in the corner, shaking.
How terrible!
Originally four people came in, but now he is the only one left.
After all, this horror movie has two protagonists who can live.
Seeing the other person looking over, he quickly put on a smile and said, "V...Mr. Victor, I..."
"Would you like to have a cigarette? Mr. Salvador Guillermo."
Victor took out the cigarette and handed it over, and the other party waved, "No...no, oh, no, no, no, no, thank you, thank you."
Guillermo quickly took it with both hands.
Victor smiled and nodded.
"I remember you were working in Tecate, right?"
The other party nodded hurriedly.
"You can go back with peace of mind and put your wife and children on Guadalupe Island. It's safe here. You don't want the drug dealers to retaliate against them."
Guillermo nodded with a grimace.
“Don’t worry, I will protect you from now on!”
“Anyone who touches you will not give me Victor face.”
“As long as you maintain it in Tecate Good security, I'll find a way to help you. You don't want to stay at the grassroots level all your life, right?" Victor patted him on the shoulder.
"We are police and we have to stick to the bottom line. If we can't keep the bottom line, there will be no morality in this world."
Of these four people, Guillermo should be regarded as the least "wrong" .
He also accepted bribes from the Tijuana group.
To be honest, in this environment in Mexico, you either take money or your whole family dies.
But apart from this, Guillermo is very "clean".
The most important thing is, doesn’t Victor have the final say on whether to collect the money or not?
Cough!
The law has the final say!
(End of this chapter)