Working as a police officer in Mexico

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As soon as they entered, they were taken down!

Victor looked around with a contemptuous gaze, casually took out a cigar from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and Jason Bourne hurriedly lit it for the boss.

"If I hadn't come, wouldn't you have bullied Cuauhtémoc to death?"

"TMDB! Don't you know who backs him? Messing with him is messing with me, Victor!"

Victor scanned the people around him, and those he set his eyes on couldn't help but lower their heads, unable to meet his gaze. He looked down disdainfully at Lirido Salinas, whose mouth was bleeding, and offered him the cigar, "You gonna smoke or not?"

The other party, covering his face, looked at Carlos Stam on the ground and hurriedly shook his head.

Victor's expression turned stern, "You're not giving me face?"

He kicked him again, right in the chest, then grabbed his hair and smashed his head against the corner of a table, "You don't give me face! Do you think I'm a paper tiger?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The blows left him a bloody mess, unconscious, slumped on the ground.

"You smoke!" Victor passed the cigar to another consortium speaker, who was so scared that his legs turned weak.

Seeing the cigar passed to him, he set aside his pride, took it with both hands, his face full of flattery, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth for a deep draw.

"Ah!"

"You actually took a puff!" Victor raised an eyebrow, grabbed his hair, pulled out a gun from his pocket, and shot him in the chin!

Pop!

The bullet blew his chin apart, blood spurting out.

"Ahh!!"

A female guest screamed in terror.

Victor let go, and the body dropped to the floor as he emptied the gun into the man's head.

Murder... Murder has happened!

Carlos Stam, lying on the ground, watched the scene in terror. What big scene hadn't he seen?

But he had never seen someone kill a consortium speaker over a disagreement.

Aren't we just involved in some murky relationship with drug traffickers? Do you really need to react so intensely?

But Carlos Stam was smart too, he rolled back and played dead.

You've already hit me, you can't hit me again.

Victor spat on the corpse and walked over to Cuauhtémoc, glanced at Jonathan Aragon, who was equally pale, inspected him from head to toe, then stuffed the gun barrel into his mouth and patted his cheek.

"Open up!"

"The Aragon Family?"

He scoffed disdainfully, "Don't you know what 7.62 millimeter fear is?"

Victor grabbed his tie and pulled him over, "Mexican Consortium? Do you know who I am?"

"To those who collaborate with drug traffickers, I'm not called Policía (police), I'm called Caudillo (military strongman)!"

Of course, the consortium was powerful; they controlled the economy, even manipulated drug syndicates and gangs, had friends in the government, and backers in the military—they could swing both legal and illegal worlds.

But perhaps a military strongman was even more formidable.

I am the army!

My will alone represents the army's will.

"Bong!" Victor made a sound effect with his mouth, which made Jonathan Aragon shudder unexpectedly.

"Sometimes, money can't be your meal, but if a gun takes the money, it turns into a meal. I'm sparing you for Mr. Cuauhtémoc's sake, but do it once, not twice."

Victor patted his face, "Be smarter, you only have one life."

He turned around, and his gaze suddenly caught Hector standing nearby.

Thump!

The man actually fell to his knees??

This even puzzled Victor. Hector, trembling, stammered, "Spare me, spare me, I... I promise no more drug trafficking, I..."

Casare, in sync with the boss, ran over, grabbed Hector, and pressed him onto the table, stabbing forcefully into Hector's neck with a fork!

A blood vessel burst.

It splashed over him, but Casare was ruthless, quickly taking out a knife and stabbing it upward into the neck, forming a cross with the fork.

Hector's eyes bulged, spitting blood, and after convulsing on the ground for a moment, he breathed his last.

Brother...

This time... I couldn't get away!

Victor frowned, "How many times have I said it, class! Don't be so rough."

Casare just grinned at that.

Whatever the boss says is right. If the boss needs me to be rough, then I'll be rough right now!

"Get rid of these corpses, the smell of blood is so strong. And check those two, if they're not dead, give them a couple more shots."

Jason Bourne nodded and was about to walk over.

Carlos Stam immediately stood up, straightened his suit, and kept his head low after glancing at Victor.

Turns out Lirido Salinas really hadn't woken up. Jason Bourne pulled out his gun and finished him off, "You like sleeping so much, keep at it."

"From now on, all properties of the Salinas Group are to be confiscated. The entire family is to be scrutinized. You think we'll overlook Carlos's death? Haha, you want face, I won't give it to you!"

"Dig up his corpse and throw it to the dogs."

"My officers and countless others who sacrificed for the war on drugs didn't even have complete bodies, why should he lie down?"

The more Victor spoke, the more riled up he became, "When heroes are forgotten, everyone becomes a traitor."

Cuauhtémoc was startled by this maneuver, and hurriedly approached, lowering his voice, "Victor, this... this isn't right."

"What's not right? This is our Mexico, not the Mexico of the dead."

He almost said it was Victor's own realm.

"If we can't come to an agreement, then let's not talk at all. I know what you're afraid of, buddy. Rich people are just pigs; you have to use a gun to tell them who's boss. Don't be afraid of their rebellion."

"Just throw them a piece of jerky, and these capitalist dogs will drop any dignity."

"There are still many places in Mexico's infrastructure to be developed. Leave them to consortia that are willing to work with us."

First, stabilize the support of the American companies behind them. With meat in their mouths, they won't overturn the table. For now, Victor was aware that he couldn't touch the sectors they controlled, like finance, telecommunications, and oil.

Of course, it was only temporary.

In the nineties, Uncle Sam was truly fierce.

The only thing that could make Victor bow was someone with an even bigger caliber.

But there's no rush.

After Jason Bourne and his crew swiftly dragged away the bodies and cleaned the floor, even setting the overturned dining table upright again and spraying perfume in the air,

that was professionalism.

It was far more "gentle" compared to those roughnecks at EDM.

"Come on, let's continue the dinner party."

The staff hurriedly played calming music...

"Wait!" Casare shouted, went over to the sound engineer, and whispered a few words, then the music changed.

The calming music turned into something rousing and inspiring!

"Victor! Victor! Victor leads us to victory in the war on drugs!"

...

It was unmistakably "Together with Victor."

Casare raised his hand. "Everybody, jump!"

The guests looked at each other, unsure of what dance to do, and could only clumsily dance to the rhythm.

"Boss!"

"Ah, you're doing this kind of thing again. Don't be so showy when you're out, it's not allowed next time," said Victor with a smile.

Casare obediently nodded his head.

Right!

The boss said, make it louder next time.

"Sir, let's go over there and have a proper share of the cake," Victor said to Cuauhtémoc.

"Just the two of us?"

"Mexico doesn't allow too many voices, which isn't friendly to the anti-drug efforts. Sometimes, the fewer the voices, the more united we are!"

Cuauhtémoc felt there was something right about what he said, and yet something wrong. Following Victor to the sofa and barely sitting down, he asked in a deep voice, "You're not thinking of establishing a military government, are you?"

Victor just laughed upon hearing this.

"Sir, you're the president. I don't get involved with your policies, but we absolutely cannot compromise with drug traffickers, that's a bottom line. Moreover, we need to crack down harshly on crimes like human trafficking, organ trade, murder, the underworld, and firearms and ammunition!"

"What we want is peace in Mexico, and tranquility for the people. That is my duty as a policeman, and it is your obligation as president!"

"Remember, any sacrifice must yield results!"

"If one day, you or I betray our initial intent, then please take a gun and shoot the other."

Cuauhtémoc felt the weight of Victor's serious tone. "My father is Cardenas; I won't betray my faith!"

"Death to traitors!"

The two men locked gazes.

...

Rustle rustle...

"Victor! Victor!" Guzman pushed aside the documents on the table and grabbed a handgun, shooting at a large poster on the wall.

The poster was unmistakably of Victor.

I can't kill you in reality, so I'll shoot at your poster instead. The multiple bullet holes, clearly made out of long-held resentment.

Those who harbor great resentment usually meet a miserable end.

Bang!

The door was rudely kicked open from the outside, and Arturo rushed in with red eyes, grabbed Guzman's shirt in shock, and demanded, "Tell me!"

"Did you know this was a suicide mission? Did you intentionally send Hector to his death, did you know Victor would be at the dinner party?"

Guzman looked into Arturo's eyes, which were trembling and red with bloodshot.

"I didn't know."

There was a silence. Guzman shook his head, his voice heavy, "I had an agreement with the Mexican Government, but they obviously reneged. They betrayed me! Betrayed us all, and killed Hector!"

He suddenly covered his face and began to cry loudly, "I killed my brother! Oh, Hector!"

Guzman collapsed to the ground, weeping loudly.

Watching his cousin like this, Arturo slowly let go, tilted his head back, and tears began to flow.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Guzman kept hitting his own face.

Arturo's heart ached, and he reached out to pull him, "Cousin, it's all Victor's doing! It's not your fault."

"Maybe, it was also Hector's fate."

Arturo dragged himself up and walked away.

Guzman, kneeling on the ground, slowly stopped moving his shoulders, and through the gaps in his fingers, cold, emotionless eyes watched Arturo's retreating back.

"My dear cousin!"

In the hallway outside, Arturo leaned against the wall, shaking hands pulling out a photo from his chest.

It showed five kids.

Their clothes were dirty, and they didn't even have shoes on their feet, but they were smiling wide for the camera.

"Brother, eat!" The young Hector offered up the corn he had hidden to Arturo, who was growing tall, "When you grow up, follow Cousin Guzman to make money so you can buy me a coke."

Arturo still remembered...

As he bit into the corn, Hector was drooling but quickly wiped it away.

As they grew up...

Hector was the most incompetent of the four brothers, but he was also the brother Arturo loved the most.

"My brother!"

Arturo squatted down, holding the photo, and began to cry loudly.

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