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Boom~
Confetti scattered.
Applause thundered.
In the central square of xicali, a grand award ceremony was being held.
Victor and Alejandro were rewarding individuals who had perford exceptionally during the "xicali Drug War."
"Congratulations, young man, I hope you keep up the good work!"
Carlos, nicknad Rookie, excitedly took the "First Class xican Combat Hero dal" and a check for half a million Pesos from Alejandro’s hands. His thighs were so stiff that he could hardly move as he descended the stage.
"That’s aweso! Let take a look." His teammate quickly "snatched" the dal from his hands—it was about the width of two fingers, with Victor’s portrait on the front and a phrase on the back that read: "¡¡Siempre leal a Víctor! (Always loyal to Victor!)"
"This is real," his teammate said, surprised at the heft of the dal.
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"This is real, Director Victor, are these made of gold?" A female reporter shouted.
What did she an by that? Did she look down on Duke Victor?
During the raid on the drug traffickers in Dan Senada City, they had found several hundred pounds of gold. Victor had taken a portion of that gold to be forged into dals, as rewards for those with outstanding contributions.
Plus half a million Pesos!
Combining faith with material rewards was sure to yield unexpected results.
Victor smiled at the cara, "I know that for certain reasons in xico, the policing profession is looked down upon by everyone. This is a societal tragedy. Law enforcent should be upholding the law and justice, but the reality is often that policen beco the lackeys of drug traffickers."
"I will not allow this!"
"I will significantly improve the welfare and honor of the police officers and ensure that any officer fighting for xico will not bow down to material needs!"
"I also sincerely invite people of ambition to join us and help create a better life for the xican people!"
The reporter glanced at the caraman who nodded, so she put away the microphone, "Thank you for the interview, Mr. Victor."
"It’s the least I can do."
Watching the reporter walk away, Alejandro ca over, "Are you really planning to reform the governnt departnts?"
"We need a strong governnt, not a lax organization!"
"Artillery can solve fundantal problems, but it’s the system that resolves conflicts!"
Victor was dissatisfied with the extrely fragnted current state of the police departnt. xico lacked a unified civil servant examination system, with recruitnt done locally, which led many big drug traffickers to beco police officers in their country when they couldn’t make it in the United States.
Gallardo, El ncho, Guzman had all damn been policen.
Was the xican Police Departnt a "Drug Lord Creation Camp"?
With the recruitnt of mixed-quality police officers and the corruption within the xican Governnt, did you think law and order could be good?
During the Tlatelolco Massacre of 1968, riot police got paid thirty Pesos to knock down a student, which led to the subsequent world-shocking massacre.
What Victor wanted was loyal, faithful officers who fought ceaselessly.
Plainly speaking, he needed centralization!
"As soon as I return to Ensenada City, I will hold a selection and eliminate all the unfit civil servants."
Victor lit a cigarette with a match, "Alejandro, the new struggle has already begun!"
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After the "xicali Drug War" that would surely be recorded in history, the major drug trafficking groups vanished for a few days.
But just when everyone thought they would lick their wounds for a while,
Juarez officially announced its rger with the Michoacán Family!!!
They proclaid to the outside world, "Juarez—Michoacán" Group.
And on the television stations under their actual control within their territories, they released a propaganda film.
Under the glamorous lights, more than a dozen brightly dressed won danced, revealing glimpses of grandeur in their movents, while large amounts of US Dollars lay on the carpet beside them.
Stack after stack...
There had to be over a hundred million dollars.
In another scene, a group of police officers wore shabby uniforms and carried outdated weapons as they nibbled on corn. Slling the aroma from the mansions, one of them couldn’t stand it any longer, threw down his weapon, and ran to the door to join the drug traffickers.
He transford in an instant—his worn police uniform beca an expensive suit, and his destitute appearance turned into that of a "successful man."
He smiled at the cara, "Join the Juarez—Michoacán group, and add flavor to your life."
This comrcial was then looped across the eleven states under their joint control.
Yes...
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There are a total of 32 states in xico, and they control 11, surpassing Sinaloa to beco the current number one drug trafficking group.
The director of a television station in Hidalgo State under their control refused to air the short film.
This angered Aguilar, who sent more than a dozen drug traffickers ard with submachine guns charging into the television station and opening fire on the innocent staff inside.
By the ti the police arrived, an hour had passed since the alarm was raised, and it seed as if there was an unspoken agreent between them, "You co, I leave."
This resulted in the death of 19 television station employees.
The director of the television station was kidnapped.
Three days later, his head was found at the entrance of the police station, but his body had vanished into thin air.
This kind of behavior clearly frightened other television station heads, who had no choice but to hold their noses and loop the broadcast.
Looking at the piles of US Dollars and the won dancing erotically, who could resist?
A local force of 1200 in Juarez surrendered on the spot...
Turning from the regular army into the ranks of gunn for the drug traffickers!
Damn!
Seeing this, other organizations thought, oh, it’s possible to do it like this, and each started to play the public opinion ga, so hiring young models, so adult film stars, and others planning on hiring Hollywood directors to make films for them.
It really was...like the old sparrow puckering its butt—tasting the sweetness.
It fully demonstrated one point: as long as drug traffickers are willing to spend money, in the short term, many people can be drawn into their ranks.
Throughout April and early May.
Approximately 20,000 active duty soldiers and police officers in xico were "reorganized" by drug traffickers.
One really wonders, is xico still a country?
At that ti.
Murders erupted all around!
Public security plumted alarmingly.
Of course, there were those who did not wish to surrender to the drug traffickers, and these people took their families to seek refuge in Baja California, but the drug traffickers would not allow them to run.
The drug traffickers also knew that population was an important asset—who would do the planting? Who would handle the transport?
So they tried by all ans to stop them from escaping.
For a ti, the border area of Sonora State adjacent to Baja California beca a frontline of confrontation.
The scent of gunpowder was unbelievably thick in the air.
And at this ti, Victor was at his stronghold—Guadalupe Island.
Hosting the unveiling ceremony for the "Victor Statue."
That’s right, his beloved islanders had spontaneously raised funds to erect a statue in honor of their beloved police chief.
It stood about three ters high!
And was placed at a high point in the center of the newly opened "Victor Park."
Standing there, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, he seed to be blessing the peace of Guadalupe Island.
"This was an unnecessary expense; the public shouldn’t have to spend their money on this,"
Seeing the boss’s happy expression, Casare knew what to say, "The per capita disposable inco on Guadalupe Island for the new quarter is 600 Pesos a month, which is a whopping 120% higher than last year. You’ve improved people’s lives, so they’re willing to chip in a bit."
Victor was utterly pleased by these words, looking at his right-hand man thinking, indeed, he was a confidant, "How would you like to be the first mayor of Guadalupe Island?"
"???" Fatty Tiger was completely baffled. Could flattery really propel soone that fast?
"This... Mayor?" Casare stamred, "Is that possible?"
Victor patted his shoulder, "Here, there’s no question of possibility, only whether you’re willing or not!"
The role of mayor involved managing lots of trivial matters, and Casare was perfect for it; it would serve as good practice, and Victor planned to propel him up when the ti was right.
With Victor’s support, even if you were a dog, you’d be able to hold a high position.
"As long as the boss wants to be mayor, I’ll be mayor!"
"Then take office tomorrow."
A smile crossed Casare’s face.
Indeed, choosing the right person to follow was more important than any other choice.
"So what should I do first, boss?"
"Go to xicali and apply for tax autonomy for Guadalupe Island!"
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