Alejandro walked into his office tiredly, tossing his briefcase onto the sofa.
He had been feeling ntally exhausted recently, because ever since that incident, his wife and daughter had been suffering from nightmares frequently, and he loathed that Sergeant nad Victor Carlos Vieri!
He had thought about finding soone to help, but who did he know that was tough enough for that?
In xico, being a policeman is the lowest of the low. Drug traffickers might deign to give you a little spending money every month, but if they don’t give you face, and you can’t tell who’s really in charge, you might not see the sun rise tomorrow.
In just 1987 alone, xico lost over 700 police officers, and about 17 police stations were overtly attacked by drug traffickers.
In peaceful areas, in countries where governnt institutions have a strong deterrent effect, drug traffickers are like rats when they see a cat.
In xico...
Police are even worse than a dog kept by a drug trafficker.
Most importantly, after the Camarena case in 1985, the upper echelons of the police force were almost entirely netted in one sweep.
The United States was scared half to death. "Brother, you’re trafficking drugs within the governnt itself."
This further tarnished the image of the xican police.
Walking down the street without getting a rock thrown at you was already considered not bad.
Alejandro shook his head, put so black tea into his cup, and was about to get up to pour so water when he heard a knock at the door. He looked up to see two unfamiliar n standing at the entrance.
"Who are you looking for?"
"We’re looking for you." The leading man took off his gloves and extended his hand, "Good morning, Director Alejandro, my na is Victor Carlos Vieri."
Clang.
Alejandro’s teacup fell to the ground, shattering glass everywhere and water rolling to his feet, scalding him so he jumped. He grabbed a broom nearby to sweep up the glass shards.
His hand was held down by soone, and a large face leaned over, smiling, "Leave this to ."
"Leave it to Casare, Director. Aren’t you going to invite to sit down?"
Alejandro looked at him, the corner of his eye twitching slightly. How could he forget that na? What did he want coming here?
He lifted his chin slightly, "Please, take a seat."
Alejandro pulled out a paper from the desk to press against the burn on his hand, "That matter was not my doing."
"I know. It’s all a misunderstanding. I also owe you an apology. As soon as I got suspended, I vented a little to so friends. They’re good people and wanted to defend . I hope your wife and daughter weren’t too frightened?"
Friends?
Your friends... they’re really wild.
Not hesitating to go to soone’s ho with guns to demand an explanation.
Victor pulled out an envelope from his pocket, about two fingers thick, and placed it in front of him, "This is their way of apologizing. I’ve lectured them. How could they use knives and guns against a high-ranking officer like you? They need to talk it out. They realized their mistake, and this is compensation for your emotional distress they’ve asked to bring to you."
Alejandro, seasoned by experience, could tell just by looking how much money was inside. Even though the other man’s words were nonsense, it still brought him so relief.
Alejandro understood that Victor was giving him a way out, and he took it readily, "It’s okay, it’s okay. I understand, but please, try to be more amiable in the future."
"Of course, we are all educated," said Victor.
Casare was sweeping the floor and paused at hearing this.
Education?
Neither of the two n could scrape together a respectable blood pressure reading.
"I ca here, firstly to apologize, and secondly, because I have so good news I’d like to discuss with you." Victor coughed to clear his throat. Alejandro imdiately understood and stood by the door, calling a colleague to pour two glasses of water.
"My friends have discovered the culprit behind the Tepito District shooting. They believe such a person has a very strong antisocial personality and should be brought to justice, so they ca to . I can catch these people, but the help provided to is very limited. I wanted to ask you, Director Alejandro, are you interested?"
"Perhaps you can use this achievent to be promoted to Inspector General and transfer out of this position, no?"
The Prison Administration Bureau is just a second-tier unit, with the highest rank being Inspector Jefe (Senior Inspector), which is actually a sort of exile.
"Sir, you don’t want to retire here, do you? You’re only 45 years old, far from retirent age. Want to take a gamble?"
Alejandro’s first thought was that this guy was trying to scam him.
Who wouldn’t take advantage of an opportunity for themselves rather than offer it to soone else?
"Of course, I don’t ask for much. Just help and Casare’s ranks rise. I want to be the Deputy Warden of Plateau Prison, and him to be the Warden of the Second District. That shouldn’t be too hard for you, right?" Victor said, pointing to the two of them.
Alejandro furrowed his brow; if nothing unexpected happened, he would end his career as a Senior Inspector. It wasn’t so easy to climb the ranks above, but now he hesitated at the sweet fruit delivered to his lips, saying bluntly, "Why do you co to ?"
Of course, it’s because I know where you live, dummy.
But he definitely couldn’t say that outright.
Victor sat up straight and smiled, "Of course, it’s because I think you’re different from the other police officers; you have a strong sense of justice."
Complints should highlight what others lack.
It’s like picking soone up off the street; you can’t just say their woman is beautiful, that’s too general; you’ve got to complint her big butt, that will leave a lasting impression.
"Sir, you don’t need to do anything at all. Leave everything to us. I’ll even arrange the journalists and give you a full feature. This credit will surely be attributed to you."
Alejandro thought carefully for a mont and was indeed tempted, "Deal! As soon as I’m promoted to Inspector General, the first thing I do will be to appoint you as Deputy Warden, even if you want to get rid of Webster, I’ll help you."
"Pleasure doing business!"
With a snap of his fingers, Victor handed over a gift box with Casare’s help, "This is a small gift for our first eting."
Alejandro opened the gift box to find a handgun, about 5 centiters long, made of amber, and his eyes were imdiately drawn to it.
xicans have a strong passion for jade.
"This is too valuable."
"Our friendship is more valuable than anything else, Alejandro."
Giving gifts always works, no matter the country.
The Director, having received the gift, even invited them to stay for lunch—in the canteen, of course—but he brought out his prized red wine.
When they left the Prison Administration Bureau, Victor was flushed, supported by Casare.
A few hundred ters out, Victor looked back and let go of Casare’s hand, pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.
"You’re not drunk!"
"At the dinner table, you’ve got to act. How else can you get the boss drunk first?" Victor patted the dazed Casare on the shoulder and smiled.
The young cop suddenly felt he wasn’t savvy enough. Was this another aspect to human relations?
Getting into the car, Victor exhaled a ring of smoke, "Is everything arranged?"
"I’ve got six from the ergency squad, all close to . With Samboerne in the hospital, I also had soone deliver an anonymous letter of accusation. Tomorrow at eight, I’ve arranged to et Dragan at the market outside the prison, told him to bring the weapons for a free maintenance."
"What about the reporter?"
"That’s arranged too. I got a tabloid journalist; I told him to sit in the market from 7 in the morning until noon. I’ll give him 200 pesos; he agreed."
"Should we get Best to find so gang mbers to co by?" Casare suddenly asked.
Victor’s eyelid twitched, "Why would the police involve gangs in their business?" Glancing at Casare, who was driving, he continued,
Those people aren’t fit for the public eye.
What future can a cop have if they’re always dealing with gangs?
Might as well resign.
Only very low-level officers fraternize with gangs.
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