Chapter 30 My Cousin, I Really Want to Make Progress.

At the entrance of Plateau Prison.

Under an ice cream truck.

Ryan looked at the chocolate ice cream in his hand with a complicated expression, "Do you like this?"

"How is it? It tastes great, right?" Best licked the ice cream, glanced at Casare next to him and said with a smile, "This is what I wanted to eat most since I was a child. In order to eat it, my brother and sister and I went to pick up garbage, and three people ate one ice cream."

He may just be fulfilling the dream of his peers now.

Ryan nodded, followed by a compliment, and then handed over the briefcase in his hand, "Buy all the bullets, I will take it when the time comes."

Best took it, his hand sank, and joked, "This is quite heavy, don't you want a gun?"

"No, bullets are fine, but a deputy superintendent came today, and they seem to be investigating the origin of AK47." Ryan recounted what happened today.

"What do you think the deputy superintendent's name is?"

"Danilo Sanborn."

Best immediately felt a headache and rubbed his forehead, "It's this mad dog."

"Why? Do you know him?"

"He has some background. He is the stepson of Pedro Aviles. The son of a drug lord actually has to rent a house. Even his girlfriend ran away with him because she thought he was poor." Casare told him more of his secrets.

"People gave him money, but he didn't want it. But he was very persistent in catching criminals. I met him before. When I was an intern at the Mexican Police Department, he would catch drug dealers almost every day. But he was also smart and basically didn't touch the people of the drug lords, otherwise he would have died long ago."

"Later, the director was annoyed by him and wrote an evaluation report for him to get promoted."

Ryan found it incredible. There was such a person in Mexico?

"He is like a dog. If you are targeted by him, you have to pay a price." Best frowned.

"Then get rid of him?" Ryan said viciously.

"Wait, let me think about it." Suddenly, Casare shouted.

Casare always wanted to use his identity as a deputy superintendent to get some fame. "Isn't he investigating the shooting in the Tepito district? Let's catch the murderer first."

"Do you really know the murderer?" Ryan glanced at him and said.

"I'm a policeman. Of course I know about the criminals." Casare said it lightly, determined to make his aunt give birth again.

This kind of person is really cruel.

Tsk tsk tsk~

After eating ice cream, they parted ways.

Casare is very stylish now. He doesn't even need to report when entering and leaving the prison. The guards at the door will help open the door and say hello in a slightly flattering way.

Because he is Victor's man!

In the past, he would hide when he saw Victor.

Now it's different. In prison, he is the "God of Wealth". As long as you are short of money and need to find him, even if he can't meet your "lion's mouth", he can give you some meeting fees.

The best way to get through the world is to use money.

It's too tiring to spend time grinding.

Best went up to the new office on the second floor with his briefcase, knocked on the door, and waited for the person inside to answer before he pushed the door open and said, "Boss Victor, the money has arrived."

Victor held a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in his hand.

You should have some literary accomplishment. If you say "fuck" or "fuck you" from time to time when chatting with people in the future, it will be so uncivilized.

The so-called upper class, of course, first you have to be rich, and secondly you have to pretend. Even if you are vulgar, you have to pretend to be very affectionate and elegant, but in fact you are all sanctimonious in your bones.

"Change all of them into bullets for him, we will keep half of the money inside, and distribute the rest to the heads of each prison area and the deputy warden." Victor said to Casare next to him.

The remaining half is also more than 24,000 US dollars, which is almost 4,000 US dollars per person on average.

Casare immediately felt distressed. He was a bit greedy. "Boss, why are you giving so much?"

"Why are you reluctant?" Victor turned his head and looked at him, smiling and asked.

Casare nodded, "It's okay to give less."

Best also nodded beside him.

"I've already given it, what else do you need? We are different from the underworld. We need to make many friends." Victor stood up, took out a cigarette, put it in Casare's mouth, lit it for him, and continued talking.

"It's too chaotic to collect money now. Webster doesn't understand what unity is. He just stuffs the money given by the drug lord into his pockets. Do you think the people below have any opinions about him?"

"You take the lion's share, so you have to let the people below take the small share. If you don't give people the opportunity to make money, how can they obey you? How can you get promoted?"

Casare thought it made sense, but still hesitated to ask the question, "But we can't always pay for this money."

"When my lever becomes a triangle and becomes an Official (police inspector), we can pull Webster down. We will operate it again. I will act as the warden. At that time, each prisoner in the first prison area will pay 300 pesos per month, each person in the second prison area will pay 500 pesos, and each person in the third prison area will pay 20,000 pesos. Anyway, they have money. How much do you think they can earn this month?"

Victor touched his police rank, "This money will be divided according to the positions of the whole prison. 5,000 criminals will support our 1,000 policemen. If it really comes to that, who has the final say in this prison?"

Casare's scalp tingled when he heard this grand plan.

He had no idea how much money he would have to collect in a month, but if the "salary" system was really implemented, even if a warden was sent down from above, he would be sidelined by Victor.

The interests were tied together.

"Will it be too big?"

"What? Are you scared? I remember watching a TV show where there was a line that said: We should either not be greedy, or be greedy for big money, and not be timid like before. Those who are on the same path should be together, and those who are on different paths should be kicked out as soon as possible. Moreover, we are not collecting black money. This is called sanitation fees. We mop the floor and wash the cells for those bastards in prison. Is it reasonable for them not to pay some fees?"

This is called legal means.

Money, is there any illegal money? Isn't it all from the Bank of Mexico.

"But this promotion still depends on merit, right?" Victor patted Casare on the shoulder and asked.

Is this a reminder to himself?

Casare frowned, and suddenly said, "Boss, I think between justice and family affection, I should choose the former. When can Dragan be arrested?"

Fuck!

"Justice" indeed.

Casare was a little bit overwhelmed by Victor's "grand blueprint". Isn't it just merit?

I sold my cousin to you.

"Did your aunt agree?"

"She will give birth to another one." Casare said confidently, and then told Victor what he had just said to Ryan at the prison gate, "I asked someone to follow Dragan, he can't run away."

"I can help your aunt." Best interrupted.

"You did a good job, and you're right. We can't take all the credit. Who should we share this cake with?"

"What do you think of Alejandro?" Casare thought for a while and proposed a name, "But it seems that we just offended him, and I don't know if he, the director of the prison administration, will remember the grudge."

"Is he narrow-minded? This piece of cake is enough to expand his mind. You can find a few people you like in the prison, and then go with him to catch Dragan, mix some merits, and everyone will be promoted together."

Victor thought this candidate was not bad. If he was given a share and operated it again, maybe he could jump up again. By then, he would have a backer, and the new generation of Mexico would have a better umbrella.

As long as the benefits are enough, they will also do it themselves.

Human greed will never stop.

Casare nodded hurriedly. He had already thought of a few people in his mind. They were usually close to him, so he should help them.

As for Dragan?

I'm sorry!!

I can only let you down a bit and go a few decades in advance. When the time comes, my cousin will definitely treat my aunt well. Don't worry, I won't let you feel sad.

My cousin, I really want to make progress.

"When the time comes, you can contact your cousin and treat him to a meal, and then you can report it to Sanborn anonymously, and then... let them die together."

Victor suddenly spoke up beside him, seeming to be understated, but full of dirty tricks!

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