Chapter 27 Dashachun, What Are You Doing!

Mexico City. Plinth Square.

This is probably the safest place in Mexico.

Municipal agencies are all here, military and police patrols are everywhere, and tanks can even be seen.

This would not have happened before 1985. It was not Pablo who made everyone nervous, but he immediately confused all the drug dealers in the world.

Silly Dachun, what are you doing!

Because the impact of the attack on the Supreme Court was so bad, the Mexican government raised the security level for fear that others would follow suit.

The compound of the Federal Preventive Police Department is also among them. You can see many people coming and going. In a small building in the northwest corner, here is the Prison Administration Bureau. It looks a bit mottled from the outside, but this is really a oil and water department.

Carlos Alejandro stuffed the stacks of U.S. dollars in the drawer into his briefcase, almost one hundred thousand, zipped it up, adjusted his clothes in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the office.

I just got off work at this time, and all my colleagues who met me would politely call out, "Director."

Alejandro would respond mildly.

Sitting in the car, he looked at the cake and Barbie doll placed on the passenger side, with a soft smile on his face. Today was his daughter's 8th birthday, so he gave up the evening entertainment just to celebrate her birthday.

My home is only about 6 kilometers away from my work, which can be considered a comfort zone. Compared with the slums, the environment here is like heaven and hell.

The extreme gap between rich and poor is also a point of social contradiction.

Park the car, push the outer aisle door with the gift, open the door with the key, and see unfinished tea on the coffee table, cigarettes in the ashtray, and toys on the ground, Alex Dro threw the keys on the sofa and shouted, "Julia, Lucina~"

But no one responded to him, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. He pulled out the weapon from the gun bag on his waist and walked towards the restaurant cautiously.

According to the "Mexican Survival Guide" it says: If something goes wrong, please use an RPG, oh, sorry, that's a Soviet guide.

Alejandro pushed open the door of the restaurant and saw his wife and daughter tied to the chairs at a glance. Just as he was about to rush over, a gun was pressed against the back of his head. A man snatched the gun away from him with a low voice. The voice was in his ear, "Don't be nervous, sir, don't shout. I am very timid. If you scare me, maybe you will have to go to the embrace of the Lord early."

"Don't shoot. The belongings at home are in the safe upstairs. The password is 978478. There is 200,000 US dollars in it. You took them all in the hope of sparing our lives." Alejandro was very calm.

I thought I encountered a robber.

Such home invasions and robberies happen so often that they are as likely as rape cases in India.

The man behind him said threateningly, "You don't want your head to be blown off!"

The other party's heart sank when he said this, and many thoughts suddenly came to his mind. Which deputy director sent this person to kill him?

A carrot and a pit, many people have long been concerned about the position of the director.

Just as Alejandro was thinking about how to deal with it, the man behind him pushed him and hit him directly on the dining table. However, ignoring the pain, he turned around and saw two men.

The leader trimmed his crew cut, and his eyes were as aggressive as those of a wild beast, but the scars on his face made him a little frightened. With a smile on his lips, he said, "Introduce yourself, Nouriel Best."

"Someone entrusted me to come and chat with you. Don't worry, it's just a simple chat."

Next to him, Duke handed over the big brother in his hand. Alejandro glanced at it, and the latter signaled him to answer with his eyes.

Alejandro took a deep breath, his hands were shaking, but he tried his best to stabilize himself. Being able to sit in this position, what kind of scene has he not seen before?

Although I am still afraid, I understand that the more afraid I am, the faster I will die.

"Hello~"

A very peaceful greeting came from the other side of Big Brother, "Good evening, Officer Alejandro. I'm sorry to bother you at this time. My friends didn't hurt you, right? If they did, I'd like to say sorry on their behalf."

"But having said that, I didn't offend you, did I? After you suspended me, I had no food to eat. How could I go to your house to eat? Do you know that you ruined my job? I am so anxious that I can't sleep every day. What the hell are you doing?" , my hair was falling out all night long.”

The sound behind him suddenly became louder, startling Alejandro.

"who are you?"

"Didn't I tell you? Well, my name is Victor Carlos Vieri, police sergeant of the Third Ward of Plateau Prison, sir! Have you remembered?"

He remembered that at that time, he thought the name Vieri was a bit Italian. It was the description of the cease and desist report sent from Plateau Prison, because Webster usually gave him gifts, so he signed it thinking about it to save face.

damn it!

I never expected that something like this would happen.

"Sir, I just want to be a policeman. This is my ideal. You won't be so unkind, will you?"

Of course, Alejandro followed his words and continued, "No, no, no, tomorrow, no, I will have someone lift the suspension report later."

Victor on the opposite side was very satisfied, "Thank you, sir. By the way, let me ask, how much does it cost to fill the position of warden?"

This jumping question directly confused Alejandro, and he hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

"Hahaha, I'm joking sir, have a nice night."

Alejandro raised his head and looked at Best, "Hang up..."

The latter took the mobile phone and handed it to Duke. He looked at the little girl's dress, put away the gun, took out a stack of US dollars wrapped in a plastic bag from his arms, and threw it on the dining table. "Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain. This is 10,000 US dollars. You'd better not care about the things between us and Webster in the future."

"You don't want this to be your daughter's last birthday."

Best also tidied his clothes and gave him a piece of advice, "Sir, remember to wear a bulletproof vest when you go out."

After that, he patted his face, smiled, and left with Duke.

Alejandro watched people leave, and the breath that supported him withered all of a sudden. His legs were a little weak. He hurried over to untie the ropes of his wife and daughter, hugged them and comforted them.

Most Mexicans are still heroes who know the times.

What if they really don't listen?

Hehehehe...

Guzman once ordered people to shoot at campaign staff at the presidential campaign site.

Arrogance is also a label for Mexicans.

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Prison dormitory

Seeing Victor hang up the phone, Casare looked at him hopefully, "How is it? Did he agree?"

"No one can say anything to refute under the caliber."

"Give him 10,000 US dollars every month in the future. If I let him take my money, it will not be so easy to get away." Victor paused lightly on the armrest of the chair with a cigarette and squinted his eyes.

"Then can we talk to him about the overseas assignment?" Casare asked in a low voice.

Victor revealed part of his future plan to the other party. He was very interested in being assigned as the director of a certain area.

The Mexican police department often recruits "police auxiliary personnel" because of insufficient manpower, and the scope of operation here is wide.

Local finances will not support it because they want to embezzle.

But if you have money yourself, you can pull out a team.

Around the millennium, many drug trafficking organizations did this, first pushing people to the position of director, and then using the official name to absorb some drug dealers into whitewashing, why?

Borrowing this name.

You can fight drugs with the military and police!

He is "just" when facing his competitors, and he can be an "insider" when facing his own place.

You can't imagine it, but Mexican drug lords are very smart.

They understand what it means to be the king by pulling the tiger's skin.

Victor defines Best as a glove, that is a criminal group, and he will slowly transfer power to it in the future and become a stable behind-the-scenes person.

How can police officers collude with criminals!

And those "police auxiliary personnel" are his real team, they will assist him in fighting "evil", earn political achievements, and then use the reputation he has won to participate in the election!

He is very ambitious.

What future can a gangster boss have?

Do you know who is the biggest gangster in the world?

"Alejandro is just a prison manager. He can have this power. The most important thing is that I have no political achievements. I need political achievements to add another bar on my shoulders."

Victor seemed very calm, but Casare seemed very anxious.

"Political achievements?" He raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if he thought of something, and his expression suddenly became tangled.

"Victor, what do you think of my cousin Dragan?"

Victor looked up at him, not knowing what he meant at first, but when the two of them looked at each other, they understood instantly.

This guy.

He wants to sell his cousin out!!

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