Chapter 31 When You Are Out Doing Business, Interests Come First!

Alejandro walked into the office tiredly and threw his briefcase on the sofa.

He was quite tired recently because of the last incident. His wife and daughter had nightmares at night. He hated the police sergeant named Victor Carlos Vieri!

It's not that he didn't think about finding someone.

But what kind of ruthless person does he know?

Being a policeman in Mexico is the lowest status. The drug dealers give you face and give you some pocket money every month. If they don't give you face, if you can't distinguish between the big and small kings, you may not see the sun tomorrow.

In 1987 alone, more than 700 police officers died in Mexico, and about 17 police stations were attacked by drug dealers in broad daylight.

In peaceful areas, countries with strong deterrent power of government agencies, drug dealers see police as rats see cats.

In Mexico...

The police are not as good as a dog raised by drug dealers.

The most important thing is that after the Camarena incident in 1985, almost all the senior officials of the police force were caught.

The United States is scared to death, brother, you are selling drugs in the government.

This further lowered the image of the Mexican police.

It is good enough not to be stoned when walking on the road.

Alejandro shook his head, put some black tea leaves in the cup, and was about to get up to pour water when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up and saw two strange men standing at the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"We are looking for you." The leading man took off his gloves and stretched out his hand, "Good morning, Chief Alejandro, my name is Victor Carlos Vieri."

Bang.

Alejandro's teacup fell directly to the ground, the glass was broken all over the floor, and the water rolled to his feet. He jumped a little and took the broom next to him to sweep up the broken glass.

This hand was held down by someone, and a big face came over with a smile, "Leave it to me."

"Leave it to Casare, Chief, don't you invite me to sit down?"

Alejandro looked at him, his eyes twitching slightly, how could he forget this name? What did he come to do?

He raised his chin slightly, "Please sit down."

Alejandro took a piece of paper from the table and pressed the burned part of his hand, "I didn't advocate your case."

"I know, it's all a misunderstanding, I apologize to you, I complained to my friends as soon as I was suspended, they are good people, they vented my anger for me, your wife and daughter were not frightened, right?"

Friends?

Your friends are really... really wild.

He went to someone's house with a gun to ask for an explanation after a disagreement.

Victor took out an envelope from his pocket, which was about 2 fingers thick, and put it in front of him, "This is their apology, I have taught them, how can they use knives and guns to treat a senior police officer like you? It has to be reasonable, they realize their mistakes, this is the mental damages entrusted to me to bring you."

Alejandro, who has suffered a lot of "experience", can tell how much money is in it just by looking at it. Although the other party's words are nonsense, it still makes him feel a little better.

Alejandro knew that this was a way out given by Victor, so he also took the opportunity to step down, "It's okay, I understand, but I'll try to be more friendly in the future."

"Of course, we are all educated."

Casare was sweeping the floor and was startled when he heard this.

Education?

Even if two people were pulled over, they couldn't make up the blood pressure score.

"I came here this time, first to apologize, and second, I have something good to talk to you about." Victor coughed and Alejandro understood immediately. He stood outside the door and asked his colleagues to pour two glasses of water.

"My friends found the murderer of the shooting in the Tepito neighborhood. They think that such people have a strong antisocial personality and should be brought to justice. So they found me. I can catch these people, but the help I can provide is very limited. I want to ask Director Alejandro, are you interested?"

"Maybe you can rely on this merit to be promoted to Chief Superintendent and transfer from this position?"

The Prison Administration is only a second-level unit. The highest police rank in it is Inspector Jefe (Senior Superintendent), who is actually exiled.

"Sir, you don't want to retire here, do you? You are only 45 years old, it's still a long time before you retire. Do you want to take a gamble?"

Alejandro's first thought was that this guy was cheating him.

Who doesn't take advantage of the benefits for themselves and introduce them to others?

"Of course, my requirements are not high. Help me and Casare to rise in rank. I want to be the deputy warden of the Plateau Prison, and he will be the warden of the second prison area. This requirement is not difficult for you, right?" Victor pointed at the two of them and said.

Alejandro frowned. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have become a senior superintendent in his lifetime. It is not so easy to climb up, but he hesitated a little when he saw the sweet fruit in his mouth, and said bluntly, "Why did you look for me?"

Of course it's because I know where you live, idiot.

But this can't be said blatantly.

Victor sat up straight and laughed, "Of course it's because I think you are different from other policemen. You have a strong sense of justice."

When you praise someone, you always have to praise what others don't have.

It's like when you go to the street to chat up someone, you can't just compliment a woman on her beauty, which is too broad. You have to compliment her on her big butt, which will leave a deep impression on her.

"Sir, you don't need to pay anything at all, just leave it all to us. I will even arrange for reporters to record everything for you, and the credit will definitely go to you."

Alejandro thought carefully for a moment, and he was really tempted, "Okay! As long as I am promoted to Chief Superintendent, the first thing I will do is to appoint you as the deputy warden. Even if you want to get rid of Webster, I will help you."

"Happy cooperation!"

Victor snapped his fingers, and Casare next to him held a gift box with both hands, "This is my gift to you."

Alejandro opened the gift box and saw an amber pistol about 5 cm in size inside, and his eyes were immediately attracted.

Mexicans are very keen on jade.

"This is too expensive."

"Our friendship is more valuable than anything else, Alejandro."

Giving gifts works in any country.

The director who received the gift even invited the two of them to stay for lunch, of course in the cafeteria, but he took out his collection of red wine.

When he came out of the prison administration, Victor's face was red, and Casare was still supporting him.

After walking a few hundred meters, Victor looked back, let go of Casare's hand, and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"You are not drunk!"

"You have to act well at the table, otherwise can you make the leader drunk first?" Victor patted Casare's shoulder and said with a smile.

The young policeman suddenly felt that he was not experienced enough. How could the world be like this?

Sitting in the car, Victor blew out a smoke ring, "Have you arranged things?"

"I found 6 people, all of whom are from the emergency team and are very close to me. I also asked someone to send a letter of complaint to Sanborn in the hospital. Tomorrow at 8 o'clock, I will meet Dragan at the market outside the prison and tell him to bring his weapons. We will maintain them for free."

"Where are the reporters?"

"Also arranged. I found a tabloid reporter. I asked him to sit in the market from 7 o'clock. As long as he sits until noon, I will give him 200 pesos. He agreed."

"Do you want to ask Best to find some gangsters to send people?" Casare suddenly said.

Victor's eyelids trembled, "Why do the police ask the gangsters to do their job?" Glancing at Casare who was driving, he continued,

That gang is not up to the standard.

What future can a policeman who has been hanging out with the gangsters have?

Just resign directly.

Only very low-level police officers are brothers with the gangsters.

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Brothers, it's not worth it! ! ! !