Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 367 - 282: "Gentlemen, humanity has come to the time

"You’re saying they killed each other in a fire and then died?" a lieutenant from the Anti-Drug Force muttered.

The Chinatown crowd opposite them looked sowhat embarrassed.

Still too concerned about saving face.

If it were Victor, he would be nodding vigorously without even blinking, "Exactly, they killed each other in a fire."

Lying through their teeth, as casual as breathing.

The lieutenant wore a face mask, so his expression was unreadable, but his eyes sized them up, these strange Asians!

A few people had shifty eyes, as if searching for... cover?

As a military man, tense all over, the lieutenant sensed a very "familiar" "professional" odor from the opposite side, as if... if he rembered correctly, there was still chaos in Asia.

In the 1980s, the whole world was in chaos, and Asia was no exception. As a stepping stone to the United States, xico, for a ti, received a wide array of people.

So waited honestly for their chance to head to the United States, while others thought, since they were already here, why not make a buck?

In just 1987 alone, there were as high as 27,127 cases of robbery and murder by foreigners!

Especially prominent were the northern heavy cities of Tijuana and Juarez.

The security situation was dreadful back then. To put it bluntly, drug traffickers were afraid of getting robbed in the street, and the Juarez Cartel was the first to fail to bear it. One of their Asian custors was robbed and killed right on their own turf!

This caused quite a loss of face for the Juarez Cartel!

So they actually stood up to maintain "justice" and law and order. Any robber in Juarez would face retaliation from drug traffickers.

Can’t help but say...

It’s damn ironic.

And in the North, after Victor took power, he used thunderous asures!

Robbery?

Murder?

He’d just hang you up.

He dealt with all kinds of cris with severe asures, showing no rcy.

The National Guard now sends gang mbers caught from Culiacán daily for re-education, hmm... the Great mory Restoration Technique. Those who committed heinous cris got sent to labor camps to build roads, and those who didn’t do much wrong either paid a fine and got lost or, without money, also went to labor reform.

The Culiacán Gang was infamous all over the world.

Then... with Victor, you damn well have to hang banners and stand by to welco him. Do you think Governor Victor is the sa as the old bureaucrats?

There were about 42 gangs in Culiacán, with more than 7,000 mbers. They also thought about resisting, but he just sent tanks over them to roll them with treads, tsk tsk tsk, that scene, just like making twisted dough sticks.

It’s just that damn treads weren’t pressed enough.

Gang?

Victor is the biggest gang!

An unscrupulous "warlord" who doesn’t care about reputation, even gangs have to pay him taxes.

The long-standing cancer of Culiacán was completely eradicated by 7.62mm bullets and tank cannons.

Victor is the new sky of xico!

The lieutenant didn’t make things difficult for Chen Hujiao and his people, but he said sothing aningful, "Under the command of Governor Victor, you just need to learn to enjoy life, gentlen. The new Mazatlan welcos you, and please abide by the laws."

After finishing his statent, he left with his n.

Search?

That’s what the National Guard does...

Watching the Anti-Drug Force leave, Chen Hujiao let out a long sigh of relief, his facial expression relaxed, patting the likewise relieved Ye Jihuan next to him who said with a wry smile, "That machine gun on the armored vehicle was pointing at , I was sweating buckets here."

Your adventure continues at .Côm

As he spoke, he turned around, and you could see a large sweat stain on the back of his clothing.

Definitely nervous, if a burst of gunfire ca their way, they’d all be done for.

"Don’t worry, I’ve never heard of the Northern Army killing innocents recklessly."

"I’ve heard that the welfare benefits Victor provides to the common people are quite good. There’s even a mailbox in front of his office for anyone who feels wronged to file a complaint. Brother Ju, do you think the Northern Army is trying to be xico’s ho?" Ye Jihuan squinted his eyes, making his whole face look particularly sinister.

"As the old folk drama says, he who wins people’s hearts wins the world. Seems like Victor might really beco xico’s Emperor!" Zhang Ziqiang, who was beside him, said out of the blue, smacking his lips enviously.

"Nonsense, what era is this, talking about an emperor." Chen Hujiao glanced at him with furrowed brows, "But, looking at it, it seems there really is no one in xico who can fight him. Maybe, he really will take over this world. By then, perhaps business will go smoother, at the very least those northern gangs and drug traffickers won’t have any ground to stand on."

Ye Jihuan’s eyes lit up, and his mouth began to move, but it was clear he hesitated to speak. Chen Hujiao saw this and patted him kindly, "What is it, if there’s sothing you want to say, as brothers, just say it, no need to hold it back."

"Brother Ju, I’ve been in xico for three or four years now. I’ve done hard labor, strong labor, but haven’t made a na for myself, and I’m still eating for free in Chinatown..."

Chen Hujiao was about to respond when he saw Ye Jihuan gesturing, "Hear out. I know the folks here can spare a al for , but I’m too proud. It’s not a solution to keep sponging off like this. Just now, in the shootout with the drug trafficker, I realized that the only things I’m good at are shooting and fighting. I don’t have any other skills."

"The Northern Army is recruiting, and I’m thinking of enlisting."

"If I’m lucky, I might gain a title in xico, get married, have a child, and carry on the family line. If not, if I die..." Ye Jihuan fell silent for a mont, "then send my pension back to my old ho, to let my parents live well for a while."