Chapter 1 Prison Guard

Mexico should not be defined.

Except chicken rolls.

There are also drugs and gunfights.

God has to wear a helmet when he comes to Mexico.

Located in the desert 80 kilometers away from Mexico City stands the highest security prison in the entire federal government.

——El Altiplano! (Highland!)

This is the gathering place of Mexican gangs and drug lords. On average, there are 5 big drug lords, 3 gang leaders and 2 serial killers among every 10 prisoners.

Each of the 5,000 prisoners is "the best of the gangs" and "the elite of the drug trafficking world". Any one of them is enough to threaten national security.

Stepping on a sewing machine?

Don't be kidding.

These drug lords can pay people from outside to come in and work. Occasionally, they are happy and give some money, and the prison guards can become workers.

Of course, this kind of chic life has been restrained a lot after the Camorra incident in 1985.

American dad is angry.

Just lock up these beasts and don't let them escape from the cage. There is no death penalty in Mexico...

But it is just restrained.

After all, although Franklin's face is ugly, US dollars are still very attractive.

The second prison area.

In the toilet.

A sturdy young man wearing a black prison guard uniform, with short black hair and dark brown pupils looked at the mirror.

Gao Jun's eyes still retained a trace of disbelief.

It has been two weeks since he came here, and he is still a little uncomfortable.

He was originally a boxer who specialized in free fighting in Southeast Asia. In a so-called century duel, he did not cooperate with the match-fixing and was killed directly.

His full name now is: Victor Carlos Vieri, a Mexican prison guard. He was "administratively on leave" for two weeks due to work reasons and just went to work today.

This is not the most fucked up thing. The most ridiculous thing is that he found that his eyes can see through a person's criminal life!

If you catch or kill criminals, you can get corresponding points, and obtain skills, weapons, and even helpers through a virtual panel.

But it's all related to the position. You can develop it after you are promoted!

Isn't this forcing yourself to be a shining savior in Mexico?

Fortunately, you are not forced to arrest, nor are there any tasks. The whole process is to have fun or not.

"Fuck, damn it!" He took a deep breath, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on his face. The extra memories in his mind still gave him a vague headache.

"Hey! Victor, the warden is calling you."

The toilet door was pushed open, and a white man with a big belly, a baby face, and a Policía Tercero (police corporal) on his shoulder shouted. When he saw the water stains on the other's face, his voice was stuck.

"Do you want to drown yourself in the sink? I'm sorry to tell you that your head can't fit in."

Victor wiped the water stains with his police uniform, and walked out of the toilet, saying, "I must take you with me when I die, Casare, I'm afraid you'll be too lonely."

"No, no, no, I want to live to 100 years old like my great-grandfather. By then, I can get 200,000 US dollars from the insurance company, and then I will immigrate to the United States!"

100 years old?

Your bones have been dragged away by dogs.

Victor glanced at him, God bless him.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Casare looked around and lowered his voice, "Hey, man, you shot and killed Hoyle, the Gulf Group will probably hate you very much. One of the leaders has said that you will die in prison."

In his memory, Victor remembered.

Two weeks ago, he had just come here for two days, and he didn't know what was wrong with the warden, who actually wanted to hold a football match.

And it was between people from Tijuana and Juarez, good guys, straight up good guys.

Although these two groups of people were once affiliated with Guadalajara, the organization broke up after the Godfather was imprisoned. In order to grab territory, the two sides fought a lot.

Playing football turned into kicking people.

Drug dealers, it's okay to carry two pistols with you? Gradually evolved into a riot, who knows where they got the pistols?

More and more organizations joined the chaos, and the prison directly called the guards to suppress it, but during this period, Victor, who was hiding on the side, "happened" to meet Hoyle of the Gulf Group, who rushed over with a grin.

The two fought, and finally in a gap, Victor got the opportunity and shot him to death.

For this, he also received 1,000 points.

Hoyle is not a small fry.

But there is a sentence from the other party that he still remembers very clearly.

"Finally found you!"

Why did he look for himself?

There was no conflict between his predecessor and him.

I always feel that there is something fishy here.

The riot was quickly suppressed, but he was also on paid leave for two weeks because of his injury.

But after all, the person who was killed was the leader of the Gulf Group. Victor was more cautious and did not dare to stay at home. He hid in the hotel and was still found. A murderer shot him a few times and ran away.

But this shooting skill was obviously taught by his grandmother, and he missed.

Otherwise, he should be waiting for reincarnation now.

In the corridors of the prison, you rarely see sharp angles, and you don't see anyone going out for exercise, because 17 people died directly in the riot, and all of them were locked up in the prison area.

However, the prison warden has a powerful background, so he was not removed from his post and is still sitting on the Diaoyutai.

When the two men were walking to the door of the office, a white man with the title of Policía Segundo (police sergeant) walked out. When he saw Victor, his eyes froze, but soon he calmed down and smiled again.

"Oh, Victor, I'm so happy to see you! How are you? Are you feeling better?"

Seeing the other person's smile, Victor instinctively rejected him. From his memory, he knew the other person's name, Haggis Baird, a second-generation criminal.

The Haggis family is a criminal family in Chihuahua City, and Baird is one of them.

Background checks under the Mexican police system are in name only. Many criminal organizations will stuff their members into government departments to act as umbrellas.

With money paving the way, many people have long been in high positions.

For example: when Juarez leader Acosta was shot dead in 1987, his successor was called Aguilar, who sat in the position of commander of the Mexican Federal Security Bureau. After him was the so-called "King of the Sky" Armando.

The reason why the two sides have conflicts is that Baird's father was arrested by Victor's father and later died in a prison conflict.

Grudges passed down from ancestors.

Victor felt uncomfortable when he saw the other party's smile, and subconsciously blinked his right eye, which was like a switch, directly scanning the other party's information.

Haggis Baird.

Male!

Born in the Baird crime family in Chihuahua City in 1958.

Enrolled in the police academy in 1973.

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Crime points: 300 points.

Sure enough!

The death of the original body was related to this guy!

This resume...

Even Jesus would have to eat vegetarian food after seeing it.

This guy was admitted to the university at the age of 25, and graduated from the Mexico City Police University in 3 years, which means he was 28 years old. Now he is 31 years old and has become a sergeant. I have to say that the speed of promotion should take some Viagra.

It took Victor 8 years to be promoted to sergeant!

"I hope you can be happy next time and take good care of yourself." Haggis Baird patted his shoulder with a meaningful tone.

This guy wants to kill him!

Victor could feel the malice under that smile.

"Man, this guy wants to get you." Casare said worriedly, "You better be careful, he's ruthless."

Looking at the worried little fat man, Victor nodded, turned his head to look at Baird's back, squinting his eyes.

He is not a coward, he is a free fighter, to put it bluntly, he is a black boxer, and he is very brave.

We have to find a way to kill him first!

"I will be careful."

Casare nodded and looked at his watch, "Let's have lunch together at noon. It's time for me to go to work. I have to go to patrol."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried to the weapons room.

Victor adjusted his police uniform and knocked on the door. A deep male voice came from inside, "Come in."

He pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting inside. He had a square face and gentle eyes. He looked like a "good official."

"Good morning, sir!" Victor saluted in the way he remembered.

"Victor, how is your health? Come, sit down and talk." Webster Ashburn asked with concern, pointing to the chair in front of him.

"Fully recovered, sir."

Webster breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. If you have any accidents, I will be sorry for your father."

Victor's father and him used to be colleagues.

It's just that the former died young in a gang conflict, shot seven times in the back!

Webster was like an elder who cared for the younger generation. After a few words of concern, he asked, "The work pressure in the second prison area is too high. I want to transfer you to the first prison area. After the prison area chief is transferred, you can take over smoothly. What do you think?"

So good?

The first prison area is relatively "light criminals", just occasionally killing someone, cutting up the body, and cooking the meat. The minimum sentence for those who can come to this prison is 25 years.

Victor is a very realistic person. He believes that the other party's kindness will always be in demand. There will be no pie in the sky, but there may be grenades.

He has no relatives or friends with Webster, why is he so nice?

Don't use malice to speculate on people's hearts, because people's hearts are worthless.

Victor subconsciously blinked his right eye.

The other party's information was instantly clear.

It would be better if he didn't look at it. When he looked at it, his pupils condensed slightly.

Webster Ashburn

Male!

Born in Monterey in 1944.

At the age of 16, he was admitted to the United States Coast Guard Academy. At the age of 18, he was expelled from school for killing a black man in a school fight. In 1975, he returned to his hometown and joined the police department. In 1978, he served as a member of the Monterrey Anti-Drug Team. In the same year, he joined the Gulf Group. In 1981, he served as a senior assistant of the Chihuahua State Police Department. In 1984, he was promoted to the rank of deputy superintendent. He has served as the warden of "El Altiplano!" prison ever since.

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Recent focus: Hagis Baird's request has been agreed to, and he will be provided with assistance in the promotion to the rank of sergeant. Other obstacles will be removed. Victor will be transferred to the first prison area, and Jerry Aldridge, a former member of the Gulf Group nicknamed "Pressure", will be commissioned to kill him when he is on leave!

Crime points: 21,000!

Looking at the number that is about to turn red, Victor feels a deep malice.

Now a line suddenly comes to mind.

Surrender... Jackie Chan is everywhere outside!

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