Chapter 34 My Rules Are Rules!

Casare came out of Victor's office with a hiccup, holding a cardboard box in his hand, and walked towards the emergency team on the fourth floor.

Brothers who have been in prison know that if you are not honest in prison, you will be "hanged", but if the criminals in Mexico are not honest, they will riot.

So many young and strong prison guards were organized to form an emergency team to suppress sudden dangers.

The number of people is about 170, and different plans will be implemented according to different alarms, and the number of people in each plan is also different.

"Hello, sir!" A prison guard with a Policía Tercero (police corporal) was walking out of the room with a washbasin. When he saw Casare, he stood at attention and saluted.

Now Boss Ka's identity is also different.

"Is Harrison here? Go and call him."

This person is close to him and is one of the six people who were pulled over to help kill Dragan.

The prison guard responded and ran to the captain's office in slippers. After a while, a sturdy police sergeant ran out.

Seeing the other party's nervous look, Casare patted him on the shoulder, "Everyone gather, give money!"

Harrison glanced at the box on the ground. The green pesos inside made him swallow his saliva. He took out the whistle from his pocket and blew it.

Then he heard chaotic footsteps suddenly, and then the emergency team members in short sleeves ran out one by one, whispering in confusion.

"Colleagues, I was entrusted by Inspector Victor to come and give you money."

The first sentence Casare said instantly ignited the whole audience.

"Really give money!"

"Is Inspector Victor serious? I thought he was joking?"

"Give money today?"

This is the effect we want.

If you don't give money, people will think you are "drawing" pie.

It's like the government says every year to improve the welfare of police officers, but... it hasn't been implemented even when the Minister of Police was arrested.

The people above didn't have the "heart" to look down.

Mexican police can also tolerate it. They didn't learn from the Americans to march and protest and shout for their own welfare, but they were also very irritable. Seeing that they made little money, they directly became drug dealers.

The moral bottom line is quite flexible.

Casare saw that at least half of the people in the emergency team in front of him had tattoos. Don't talk about why the police force doesn't have political review. Does Mexico need that thing?

You take a gun and go out to shoot randomly. Maybe there will be some wrong people, but there will definitely be drug dealers.

"Line up to get the money. If anyone doesn't obey the command, the extra subsidy for this month will be confiscated." Casare shouted at the top of his voice, "By the way, this is called subsidy, overtime pay!"

After hearing his words, the prison guards lined up quickly. Harrison took out a table and put it in the corridor. Casare distributed it to everyone personally.

The team members who received the money saluted him "sincerely", and it was definitely not for the money.

After more than 40 minutes, everyone had distributed it. Casare threw the box to the side casually. Looking at the excited prison guards in front of him, he also felt sad.

Really, Mexican police are simply "model workers".

"Take the people to the second prison area later, and everyone wears a hood. Inspector Victor will search the second prison area for contraband tonight!"

Harrison also got the money, because he was the captain, and he was given an extra 600 pesos. Can a clerk compare with the director?

As long as they get the money, they are willing to fight drug lords with weapons.

Money is more valuable in poorer places.

"Yes!"

Harrison stood straight and answered loudly.

...

The high-power illumination lights above the prison area illuminated the playground very brightly.

Victor wore a black raincoat, a baton under his armpit, but a pistol on his waist, and behind him stood Casare and other cadres.

In front of him stood 170 emergency teams wearing masks and holding weapons.

"Search the prison area for all kinds of prohibited items, including cigarettes, magazines, and guns and ammunition. If you encounter resistance, I allow you to shoot them. Do you understand?"

"Sí.Seor!! (Yes! Sir!)"

170 people stood at attention and responded.

See, I gave money to boost morale.

"Move." Victor gave the order, and the 170 people were divided into dozens of groups and rushed to the prison.

"Boss, are cigarettes and other things to be confiscated?" Casare asked in a low voice.

"If you want to smoke in the future, you must either behave well or ask us to buy them. Those who bring them in privately are smuggled. Do you understand?"

"I'll sell him a cigarette for $1, isn't it expensive?"

It's okay. Anyway, many of the leaders of gangs and drug trafficking groups in the second prison area are worth a lot. If they really can't afford it, they can ask people outside to send money in.

Can I still say that your money is "smuggled"?

Even if someone is unhappy with him (Webster) and reports to Alejandro, now the two of them are partners.

If you don't have money...

I'll tell you, you won't have a good life in prison!

Casare glanced at Best, and the two looked at each other, and saw three words at the same time: "black heart".

One cigarette costs 1 US dollar...

Excluding the female prisoners, the male prisoners alone must have at least 10,000 cigarettes a day.

Another considerable income.

But Victor has thought about it. When the time comes, he will continue to increase the income of prison guards. As long as they make more money, the cost for drug dealers outside to bribe them will become higher, and he will be safer.

After the emergency team took action, Victor and his team came to the No. 1 prison.

Then they heard shouting.

"Damn it! Dog police! We are going to sleep, do you know? What are you doing here? Get out!"

A thin but ferocious-looking man with a tattoo showing MS-13, followed by prisoners, also started to make a fuss.

There are about 20 people living in a prison, which looks very crowded.

They don't have the studio apartment of the boss of the third prison area.

Ta-ta-ta~

The leather boots made a sound on the ground, attracting the attention of the people in the cell. Victor stood at the door, glanced, and walked over slowly. The footsteps on the ground seemed to bounce in the heart, which made people depressed.

"Are you not convinced?" Victor looked down at him, his eyes resting on his arm, "MS-13? American gang? Ha!"

As soon as the "ha" sound was finished, the rubber roller in his hand hit the other person's head directly. It is solid inside.

If anyone feels that it doesn't hurt, you can buy it and try it yourself.

After one blow, the other party covered his head and lay on the ground, with a lot of blood showing between his fingers, looking miserable.

The prisoners behind him saw the cell boss being beaten, and stood up "indignantly".

"Emergency team, get ready to shoot!" Casare shouted behind him.

The prison guards in this group opened the safety and pointed at the prisoners.

One of them was holding a Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun!

The weapons of the emergency team are still good.

It's just that the quantity is small.

But there are always stubborn ones, maybe they are used to being arrogant.

"I don't believe you dare to shoot. If you kill me, I will have your whole family killed!" A big man who looks like "Brother Kui" ran out cursing.

Bang!

Do you know what it looks like to be shot at close range with a shotgun?

It didn't fly out like in the movie, it's too exaggerated.

But it can also be regarded as "not a good death". The chest to the stomach are directly bloody and fleshy, and there is no scream.

The prison guard who fired the gun was shaking.

This is exciting!

In prison, they are always shorter than the prisoners, but this time they are finally proud of themselves.

And with a hood, who knows it is them?

This shot greatly shocked the prisoners. They looked at each other and hoped that someone would get out again, but if the police really shoot, it will be different.

"In the future, in prison, my rules are rules. If I say 1+1 equals 3, he must equal 3. Even Einstein must say it is 3!"

Victor looked at the prisoner in front of him with his eyes shining.

Because...

The prison guard shot and killed just now, and he added 6,000 points to him!

I really want to... clear out the second prison.

But this idea was extinguished after a moment. If they all died, I really couldn't survive tomorrow.

However, now that I have power, I can find a few old men from the third prison to kill them, right?

I still have to climb up.

I really want to kill the drug dealers in the whole country!

"Take this guy to the playground and hang him up. If he's not dead tomorrow, send him to the infirmary."

Victor glanced at the prisoner lying on the ground and stepped on his wrist, causing him to scream in pain.

"MS-13?"

"I have to remind you that in the Plateau Prison, God should believe in me!"

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