Chapter 86 I, Victor, Have a Very Kind Temper Towards My Friends! (Subscribe, Friends!)

In Ensenada City, a meeting room in the city hall.

There were four people sitting there, and those who knew each other were exchanging glances, and from time to time they would glance at Victor who was sitting in the main seat.

They had already found out what happened on the way here.

The bodies of drug dealers seen on the road were all done by this man.

Who in Mexico doesn't know Victor now?

He is a famous "anti-drug fighter", but it is said that he has a bad temper.

Victor looked at his watch, smiled and stood up, "Everyone is..."

"Wait, wait~"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a man in police uniform and gold-rimmed glasses running in at the door, smiling and waving at everyone, and then sat down on a chair.

"Who is this?"

"I'm Herrera Garcia, the chief of the Karst Police Department."

Victor raised his eyebrows, smiled and nodded, and looked at his watch, "You're two minutes late. We agreed to meet at 9:30, right? You..."

"Don't be so strict, Mr. Victor. I had something to do, but I'll just turn it down if you ask me to." Herrera Garcia waved his hand.

"Oh? Then you should give me some face."

"It's okay, it's okay, let's help each other." Herrera Garcia reached out and patted Victor on the shoulder.

Casare next to him didn't dare to turn his head to look at the boss, he could only glance at him from the corner of his eyes, it's over! The boss laughed!

Victor glanced at the hand on his shoulder and slapped it. His strength was not light, and the other party was stunned and fell to the ground. Victor pushed away the table that was in the way and kicked him!

He hit him right in the face.

"Face? Who do you think you are? Let me give you face! Fuck!"

Victor picked up a chair and smashed it directly on the other person, making him curl up like a shrimp. The police chief next to him was so scared that he quickly hid aside.

Herrera Garcia's glasses were broken.

He fainted directly.

Victor waved his hand, exhaled, turned his head and looked at the others, "Remember, I don't need anyone to give me face. If you don't agree, go and call someone. Let's fight and see who is better. If you don't have the ability, keep a low profile."

He took out his wallet and counted a stack of US dollars, threw it on the other person, and said to Casare, "Take him to see a doctor."

Fat Tiger hurriedly called two police officers to drag Herrera Garcia out.

Victor sat on the chair, lit a cigarette for himself, looked at the chiefs who were still standing and shaking, and patted the table, "Why are you all standing? Am I that scary?"

The gang hurriedly pulled over the chairs and sat down, and each one sat more standard than the other.

They are all cheap skins!

"Don't worry, Victor always does things in a reasonable way. What kind of person is Herrera Garcia? Don't think I don't know that he is a member of the Tijuana drug cartel."

"Is such a person worthy of sitting with me?"

The directors below laughed awkwardly.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Victor is right."

"That's right, we all oppose sitting with such a person who is in cahoots with drug dealers!"

Each of them was cleaner than anyone else.

But each of them was extremely nervous. Who among them had a clean bottom?

Victor's mouth was full of sarcasm.

He tapped his fingers on the table twice, and the people below immediately shut up.

"I didn't call you here to take care of any trivial matters, just one thing."

"The Tijuana drug cartel must be eradicated from Baja California!"

Everyone's face changed drastically, as if sitting on pins and needles, looking at each other, and wanting to run away.

Victor saw this scene, and he chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Ramon and his brothers under Benjamin were killed by my people, so other small drug dealers are not easy to deal with?"

"Victor... Chief Victor, it's not that we don't want to do it, it's that we don't have the ability." One chief couldn't help but speak. When he saw the other party looking at him, he shuddered all over, and his mind automatically recalled the way Herrera Garcia was beaten. He hurriedly said, "The firepower of the drug cartel is getting stronger and stronger. They are equipped with assault rifles, grenades and even rocket launchers. This... this is something we can't do."

"Yes, yes! I heard that Benjamin also got two armored vehicles from the United States. Our police station is still using revolvers. We can't do anything."

"I heard that the Tijuana Police Department has not received salary for three months, and the police have gone out to sell popsicles to make a living."

These are practical problems. Victor certainly won't get angry. Instead, he listened quietly and nodded after everyone finished speaking.

"I know your concerns. These were problems in the past, but they won't be in the future!"

"The Guadalupe Police Department will provide assistance to your four cities, provide a batch of arms and military advisers to help you fight drug dealers, and we will bear all the weapons and equipment."

"And we are willing to bear all the salaries of your police department."

This made their eyes light up.

"And what you have to do is actually very simple. In order to face the increasingly tense drug trafficking situation, you need to sign a cooperation agreement with me... no, with the Guadalupe Police Department for a period of 5 years, mainly to fight domestic crime!"

"This statement will be announced on TV."

The directors looked at each other and hesitated.

Isn't this a direct confrontation with the Tijuana drug cartel?

What if they kill them?

No one dared to say anything.

Victor was not in a hurry. One of the purposes of his coming to Ensenada was to unite the police stations of surrounding cities to form a unique "Victor-Anti-Drug Alliance".

This needs a name, otherwise who knows who is leading?

Moreover, if they are willing to join, then this is a "cooperative relationship", and the criminals they kill or arrest will be fed back to Victor!

"Gentlemen, evil cannot defeat justice (caliber)!"

"Let's vote, I am a very popular person."

"Who is in favor? Who is against!"

Victor glanced at them, "Please raise your hands if you are in favor."

He raised his hand himself, and the four police station leaders below looked at each other, and in the end only one person raised his hand!

There is no way...

Mexico has a history of drug trafficking for hundreds of years. To put it bluntly, the number of officials killed is hundreds and thousands, and ordinary people have died in the millions.

There is no hope for drug control.

You, Victor, are awesome, and I don't know where the weapons came from, but you are just a few people. Do you know how many drug dealers there are in Mexico?

500,000 people!

How many people are indirectly involved in transportation, trafficking, and planting?

About 7 million!

This number is just a string of numbers written on the document, and it doesn't make any sense, but when so many people lose their jobs at the same time, guess what will happen?

In 1994, a peasant uprising occurred in Chiapas, Mexico.

What era is this.

There is still this, you can imagine how serious the Mexican problem is.

It's not that no one has tried to change it, but that it can't be changed.

Victor looked at the others below. The three looked at each other, shrank their necks, and didn't dare to look directly into Victor's eyes.

He wasn't angry, really not angry.

"Director Simon Bolivar, you lost 2 million pesos in the casino last month. You shouldn't be able to pay back this money? The money given by the Tijuana drug cartel is easy to get, right?"

The face of a white-haired middle-aged man sitting below suddenly changed.

"Chief Tiago, your son killed someone in Traca, and it was a pregnant woman. You should know about this, right?"

"And Richasons, your wife has thirteen stores under her name. Let me think about who her previous owner was. Oh, it seems to be Ramon Felix, right? And you are a key member of Tijuana. You first sold drugs and then became a policeman. Am I right?"

Victor pointed at the other three people and said, "Someone sent a letter of complaint to me with real name. I think I should deal with it."

The three people exploded immediately.

"Mr. Victor, this... This is a fabricated thing. Where is the letter of complaint? Where is it?" The chief named Richasons jumped out.

The other two also quickly agreed.

Victor nodded and hooked his finger. Casare handed over a pen, wrote down the words quickly, and handed it over, "Here, the letter of complaint."

This behavior really opened their eyes.

Richasons was so angry that he laughed, "You are slandering! Victor, you are taking revenge on us."

"But the fact is that, Victor always pays attention to evidence when doing things!"

Victor said, grabbing Richasons who was close to him, and stuffing the paper into his mouth. The former struggled hard and spit out the paper, but it was already broken.

"Ouch!"

"Rickasons, you can do such a thing as tearing up evidence, which is simply contempt for the law!"

Victor was very angry.

Casare came in and just heard this, and immediately understood that it was time for him to go on stage again. He came up with the police and pressed the three people to the ground.

"You are lawless! Victor, you are simply a scum of the police, you are slandering, I will sue you!" Richasons was furious.

He really couldn't help it and cursed out loud.

"Then did you attempt to attack the investigators?"

Immediately, Richasons stopped struggling. He was also an old hand. He was very familiar with Victor's words. When the Tijuana drug cartel asked him to do something before, he liked to use this excuse to kill the target.

"He should not be very satisfied with my trial. You can ask Mayor Jose Lopez." Victor said to Casare.

The latter nodded expressionlessly, dragged Richasons' hair and dragged him out of the door.

The remaining two people shut up.

Go to see Mayor Jose Lopez?

Won't that guy die?

Victor has "superpowers"? Can send the other party to see God!

"Don't worry, someone will judge you for your sins."

This is what Victor gave to his old boss Alejandro.

The other party is about to take office, so he has to give him some credit, right?

Victor is okay except for his temper, but is this a shortcoming?

After the police took them all away, Victor turned his head and looked at the man who was sitting in the corner and trembling like a pitiful creature.

It was so scary!

There were four people who came in, and now he was the only one left.

At least there were two protagonists in this horror movie who could survive.

Seeing the other party looking at him, he quickly put on a smile, "Mr. Victor... Mr. Victor, I..."

"Would you like a cigarette? Mr. Salvador Guillermo."

Victor took out the cigarette and handed it over, but the other party waved his hand, "No... No, oh, no, no, thank you, thank you."

Guillermo quickly took it with both hands.

Victor smiled and nodded.

"I remember you are working in Tecate, right?"

The other party nodded hurriedly.

"Go back without worry and put your wife and children on Guadalupe Island. It's safe here. You don't want the drug dealers to retaliate against them, do you?"

Guillermo nodded with a bitter face.

"Don't worry, I will protect you from now on!"

"Whoever touches you will not give me, Victor, face."

"As long as you maintain law and order in Tecate, I will find a way to promote you. You don't want to stay at the grassroots level for the rest of your life, do you?" Victor patted him on the shoulder.

"We are policemen and we have to stick to the bottom line. If we can't stick to the bottom line, there will be no morality in this world."

Among the four people, Guillermo should be the one who made the least "mistakes".

He also accepted bribes from the Tijuana Group.

To be honest, in this environment in Mexico, you either take the money or your whole family will die.

But apart from this, Guillermo is very "clean" in other aspects.

The most important thing is, isn't it Victor who has the final say on whether to collect the money?

Ahem!

The law has the final say!