Chapter 33 We Are the Police, How Can We Be Afraid of Prisoners?

"There has been progress in the major shooting case that happened in the Tepito district a few days ago. Its leader, Zvochi Dragan, nicknamed: Desert Ant, has been shot dead by the police! He belongs to the Samuráis bárbaros (barbaric warriors) gang, and the police are looking for the rest of the members."

The voice of the female reporter came from the TV.

Many prison guards in the cafeteria raised their heads and whispered to each other.

Casare paused when he heard the report, but continued to eat his red sausage and pork trotter rice.

Victor supported his elbows on the table, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then handed it to Casare, who raised his head with his cheeks puffed, "Take a puff."

The other party didn't take it, Victor stood up and stuffed the cigarette into his mouth.

"I know you are in a bad mood, but he is looking for death himself, and you can't blame others.

"No matter what you do when you come out, first of all, you have to keep a low profile. He dared to kill people with a few AK47s, which is looking for death. "

You should at least spend money to buy some heavy weapons from me.

If you buy an armored vehicle, you won't be killed like this.

Victor raised two fingers and looked at Best who was sitting next to him and listening, "Second, either don't do it, or don't regret it if you do it. How about giving you an extra 2,000 US dollars this month? Does your conscience still hurt?"

Casare said in a muffled voice, "That's my cousin..."

"3,000 US dollars."

Casare took a deep breath and finished the pork leg rice directly, "I feel much better."

How much is a person's conscience worth?

Just add some money.

Besides, this is called killing relatives for the sake of justice!

Isn't it natural for the police to arrest criminals?

"Boss Victor, the warden is looking for you. "A prison guard came over and whispered.

Victor looked up and saw a place at the innermost part of the cafeteria that was similar to the "VIP area". Webster was sitting next to a floor-to-ceiling window. His face was not very good. His eyes happened to look over and the two of them looked at each other.

"I saw his expression as if his mother had died." Victor cursed, but still raised his hand and waved in that direction, threw the paper in his hand to wipe his mouth on the table, and walked towards the "VIP area".

Casare also hurriedly followed.

Best took out $5 from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of the prison guard, smiled and patted his shoulder, and the latter's eyes lit up.

I didn't expect to get money for saying a word.

If there was democracy in the prison, he would definitely elect Victor as the big brother.

"Sir, do you have any instructions? "Victor said with a fake smile, and pulled out a chair and sat down rudely, not giving him any face.

Webster was not angry yet, but his confidant sitting next to him, Sebastiao, the warden of the first prison area, was furious and pointed at Victor, "Victor, who told you to sit there, you are so disrespectful."

Victor crossed his legs and looked up at him, and suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it towards Sebastiao's head. The other party was stunned and his legs were a little weak, but Victor grabbed his neck and pressed his head on the table, smashing it hard, "Fuck you!"

The movement here directly alarmed all the prison guards outside, and everyone looked inside.

Webster was also confused by this scene, and he quickly grabbed Victor when he reacted, "Enough, Victor, do you want to beat him to death? "

Victor blew his bangs and threw the ashtray in his hand to the ground.

Sebastio, whose face was covered in blood, had fainted and was lying on the ground twitching.

"Write him a leave application, saying it was a work-related injury, and let the warden stamp it."

The first half of the sentence was said to Casare, and the second half was said to Webster, who was completely suppressed in terms of aura. Even if his face was ugly, he could only hold his anger in the hands of the other party.

"I am the most reasonable person. If he is rude to me, I will be rude to him. People should respect each other!"

Webster called two prison guards from outside, sent Sebastio to the health room, and threw a document in front of Victor, "It seems that you are more powerful than I thought, and you can be directly promoted to Oficial (police inspector). You are capable."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir! "

Seeing the official promotion document and the appointment letter, Victor flipped through them and handed them to Casare, "You will have three stripes in the future, Policía Primero (police sergeant)."

Casare's face lit up with joy.

It diluted his cousin's sadness.

"I will be in charge of the second prison area, the emergency team, and the third prison area in the future. Do you have any objections?"

Victor threw the appointment letter on the table, crossed his hands, and looked at Webster.

This almost made the other party laugh.

Are you the warden or am I?

But Victor didn't wait for him to finish, and he stood up directly, "Give the warden some money, eat better, and live longer. "

Casare obediently dropped 1,000 US dollars.

Standing between the "VIP area" and the ordinary area, Victor raised his hands and clapped, naturally attracting everyone's attention.

Standing on a table.

"From today on, I will serve as the deputy warden of the Plateau Prison. The second prison area, the third prison area and the emergency team are all under my jurisdiction. In the future, everyone in the prison area will receive an additional 200 pesos in addition to their salary each month, and the emergency team will receive an additional 400!"

The crowd was quiet for a while.

Casare winked at a prison guard, who immediately cheered, "Long live Chief Victor!"

This instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

The prison guards raised their hands and shouted wildly.

Give... give money!

Just do this when you come up?

Webster looked at him as if he were a madman. Are you using your own money to subsidize your colleagues?

Did X pinch your head?

"Sir, why don't we have one in the first ward!" a prison guard shouted loudly, as this was related to his own interests.

Mexicans are usually more proactive in talking about their needs.

You see, Los Zetas felt that the money they earned was too little, so they just went against it and told you clearly that the money you gave them was too little!

Direct enough.

"Because I am not in charge of the first prison area, you can go to the warden." Victor turned back and pointed at him, and Webster's face turned green.

Ask me to give money to my colleagues?

Do you think I run the money printing press?

It is difficult for me to have a corrupt mistress myself.

The colleagues in the first ward looked at him with red eyes.

Now he had a headache.

Victor left amid cheers from everyone, and the prison guards automatically stood on both sides.

did you see…

When you go out to do things, no matter what you do, whether you are an official, a thief, murderer, arsonist, or upholding justice, you still have to pay for it!

The salary of a Mexican police officer is really tens of dollars a month. They work hard and are really life-threatening. Suddenly someone gives you a salary increase. Are you happy?

Here, aloofness cannot be eaten as food. Only when you are full can you talk about your ideals.

Now, to put it bluntly, if anyone wants to touch him, these people will definitely rush faster than anyone else.

Victor smiled and seemed to enjoy the admiration.

"Boss, didn't you say you should keep a low profile?"

"That's just occasionally. If you don't pretend to be like that at ordinary times, you'll get fucked!"

The news of the money distribution spread throughout the prison instantly. Some of the more than 1,000 prison guards were happy while others were dissatisfied. Some even went to question Webster, which made him feel miserable.

Office of the Deputy Warden.

This is a lot.

There are bookcases, air conditioners, refrigerators, and even a bed in a cubicle.

"Boss Victor..." Casare frowned, "We have to spend more than 150,000 US dollars every month for no reason, and we can't afford to support so many people."

He, the chief internal officer, began to cry for poverty.

Victor was picking at his nails with a nail clipper, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"

"You mean to ask the prisoners to charge for sanitation fees? I'm afraid they won't pay."

"No?"

Victor smiled and put the file back into the pen basket, "Then kill them! This is the territory of the police. Their minimum sentence is 25 years. When they get out, they won't be able to walk, so why are you still afraid of them? Then Just ask the prison guards to put on their hoods so they can’t be recognized.”

"Either you don't break the law. If you break the law, we will fall into our hands. No matter what gang he belongs to, I am the biggest here, and then the Mexican government!"

"Don't be like Webster, who can't figure it out in any prison. Tonight, he led a raid on the second ward to search for contraband. From now on, I will allow them to die before they can die. If they mess around, I will fucking die for them." beat."

"How much money do we have left now?"

"110,000 US dollars..." Casare said quickly.

"Give the money to the emergency team first, and then to the second prison district. If there is not enough money left, tell them to give it to them within ten days."

You have to let the horse run, you have to let the horse eat grass!

PS: Brothers, due to some force majeure, you know, my writing is too arrogant. In the previous chapter 11, a character was added, which is Best. It does not affect reading. If you don’t understand, you can go to chapter 11 to take a look. One glance.

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