Chapter 40 Read More, Talk Less!

"If you have a way to get into arms, I think we can make some money together." Alejandro said.

Doing business?

Victor was certainly interested.

He sat up a little, "Please tell me in detail."

For him to even use "please", this was a big deal.

"I will be transferred to the senior assistant of the Mexican Security Department, responsible for the anti-drug work in Chihuahua State, and to coordinate with the military. Last night, a senior who I hadn't contacted for a long time suddenly contacted me. He hoped that I could help him contact the military and sell him some weapons."

Victor raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "What does your senior do?"

The Mexican military has always been at the forefront of corruption. They will sell their weapons to drug lords in exchange for money, and drug dealers use military weapons to kill civilians. To a certain extent, the military is also an accomplice.

But to be honest, the military expenditure of the Mexican government is really rubbish.

Can you imagine that the military expenditure in 1989 was less than 1.5 billion US dollars?

The army, there is not even a decent tank, all armored vehicles.

What about the air force?

The American-made F-5E.

The navy has nearly 40,000 people, and has two fleets, equipped with two "Gilling" class destroyers and frigates built in the United States in the 1960s.

What kind of warship is the "Gilling class"? It was built by the United States at the end of World War II. It was originally intended to fight the Japanese devils in the Pacific. As a result, after it was built, the Japanese surrendered, making these ships useless.

In the 1980s, the Americans no longer needed it and began to sell it off.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea don't even look down on this thing, and they would rather use their own boats.

The salary is generally the lowest in the industry, and you wouldn't get that much money if you beg for food.

You don't pay, and you still want them to fight drug dealers?

You put a condom on your head - you hold it in the wrong place.

So in the brutal drug-fighting shootout, you can even see Mexican soldiers waving wooden sticks.

The magical and abstract Latin American world.

"You should have heard of his name. His name is Aguilar, the former commander of the Mexican Federal Security Bureau and the current speaker in Juarez. "

Fuck!

Brother, your old classmate is so awesome, how come you are doing so badly?

But on second thought, it is understandable. Most drug lords are "profit first". You are not qualified to bring them benefits. They don't think you are an old classmate.

"Then you didn't contact the military?"

Alejandro's tone suddenly became higher. "Of course I didn't. I contacted Brigadier General Derek Alvarez of the 18th Division of Chihuahua State. He told me that less than 25% of the troops' weapons were sold by the previous commander!"

"Even the armored vehicles were sold."

Victor's ass was numb after hearing this. The degree of corruption in the Mexican army was beyond his imagination.

Alejandro took a deep breath. "Aguilar is a very proud man. He doesn't like others to reject him. I have no choice but to find you, buddy."

"I know him, but, sir, what do you need? "Victor asked directly.

It's all about interests, why bother talking about favors?

If you talk about favors in Mexico, you're not far from death.

"30,000 US dollars, my introduction fee, and don't worry, I will say good things for you."

"No problem, I'll have someone send it to your house."

Victor agreed very readily, and the problem that can be solved with money is not a big problem.

After agreeing on the time, Victor was about to hang up the phone, and Alejandro on the other end shouted again, "Wait, there's one more thing."

"The day after tomorrow is the Day of the Dead. The security task in Mexico City is relatively heavy. The security department hopes that you can send people to take charge of the security of the town of Miski starting tomorrow."

The prison guards were all pulled out to stand guard?

Is it so outrageous?

Victor frowned, he also knew that this was an order issued by the security department, and it would be useless for you to complain, "How many people do you need?"

"No requirements, but it's better to bring more people. You know, there are always some drunks who like to make trouble on the Day of the Dead. Your own safety is the most important. "

After hanging up the phone, Victor stroked his chin.

There are many things going on during the Day of the Dead. You need to bring more people. It would be best if you have an armored car. Even if you face a gunfight, you don't have to be afraid.

But he looked at his points: 10789 points.

This is not enough to exchange for a wheel, and even if you do business with Juarez, it is not enough to exchange for weapons.

You have to take big steps when doing things, even if you get your balls pulled.

At most, you can put a band-aid on your balls.

Victor's eyes flashed with viciousness. It seemed that he had to pull out the old immortal in the third prison area for sacrifice. He pressed the intercom, "Casare, come here. ”

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Night.

Sicily Falcon was sleeping soundly, curled up in a corner.

Suddenly, he felt the sound of the cell door opening. He woke up suddenly, although he was a light sleeper. He raised his head suddenly and saw three figures rushing over. One of them covered his mouth tightly.

Sicily Falcon's pupils widened, and he kicked his feet hard, making a whimpering sound in his mouth. He wanted to struggle, but he was weak to begin with, and he had no money in prison and didn't eat well.

The nutrition was not enough.

One of them took out a rope as thick as a thumb, put it directly around Sicily Falcon's neck, and strangled him hard.

Cicily Falcon's eyes almost popped out, her face turned red, her cheekbones trembled, she even smelled the smell of urine, and streams of liquid filled the air.

He made a "loud" sound in his throat and waved his hands around, but soon his body stiffened, and then he lay down softly.

He was strangled directly!

The three men had a clear division of labor. They hung the rope on the bed, and then put Sicily Falcon's head into the rope, as if hanging. Their technique was not very professional.

After everything was done, the three men closed the cell door and left.

I didn't see a pair of eyes staring at him in the first cell.

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Cicily Falcon is dead!

This news shocked the Third Ward. Superintendent Conor Velasquez swallowed his saliva when he looked at Falcon's tragic situation in front of him.

There was a prison doctor squatting next to him. He looked at the marks on the man's neck and then at the scene, "Superintendent, he should have hanged himself."

"Hang yourself?!"

Kona Velasquez felt ridiculous, pointed at the rope hanging casually on the bed, and laughed angrily, "Would you like to try hanging yourself?"

Prison doctors are in a dilemma.

At this moment, a voice appeared at the door, "What's going on?"

Kona Velasquez turned his head and saw Victor standing at the door, which made his eyes look complicated. He was originally a small deputy superintendent, but now he has directly become his boss.

"Warden." The guards in the prison shouted, and Conor Velasquez reluctantly followed suit, "Deputy Warden."

Victor glanced at him.

You don't want to make progress at all.

"Cicily Falcon committed suicide by hanging, and she died more than eight hours ago," the prison doctor said.

Victor became angry when he heard this and looked at Kona angrily, "How do you manage this? How could you commit suicide? Are you on patrol?"

Three consecutive attacks directly confused Kona.

"If you can't do your job well and can't see your people yet, you will be suspended for review first. Casare will manage the Third Ward part-time." Victor frowned and said directly.

Kona's face suddenly turned ugly.

But in Victor's eyes, he could only admit it in frustration.

"The body was taken away according to the procedure and taken to be cremated."

Before Victor left, he glared at Kona fiercely. Casare behind him patted his shoulder and said warmly, "It's okay. That's it for the warden. I will tell him. When he calms down, you Just come back and I’ll take care of it for you first.”

When Victor was about to walk out of the prison, he suddenly turned his head and saw Stepan Blanchard hurriedly moving his eyes to the book in his hand, sweat slowly dripping from his temples.

"Stepan." Victor suddenly said.

"Yes, in..." The other party shouted subconsciously.

"Read more books and read them carefully. If you read too many books, you won't have random thoughts."

When Stepan Blanchard met Victor's eyes, his face turned pale and he nodded in panic.

Victor gave him one last deep look and walked out of the prison.

Stand at the door.

He said to Casare, "Stepan doesn't seem to be in good health. Do you think he has any infectious diseases?"

Casare understood immediately.

"Then I'll move him to another prison and observe and manage him on my own."

"You are in charge of the Third Ward. Don't let suicides happen."

"I understand."

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