Viktor returned to the prison with a smile on his face.
More than ten million...
As long as his finances could keep up and he could afford the payroll, he would have enough to arm an entire reinforced battalion.
The day when 155mm self-propelled howitzers would rain hell on the drug lords’ base camp was coming soon.
Missiles scouring the ground, tanks leading the way, infantry sweeping the field!
Was this about becoming a warlord or a policeman?
With just a handful of n, I was a true loyalist of xico!
But once I had a reinforced division under my command, brothers, it really beca tough on .
Casare was directing the prisoners to pick out so human tissues from the crevices when he heard the commotion. He quickly handed the water hose to the jail guard next to him and jogged over, "Boss, Best is back."
The guy had been sent to Juarez to negotiate so business with Aguilar.
"Where is he?"
"In the office."
Viktor valued the arms dealing business; he needed a lot of money. The people he converted also needed to be paid salaries, and surely he couldn’t rely on just this small number of people for combat.
You have to pay salaries to recruit people, don’t you?
If they die, you have to pay compensation, don’t you?
Even as a future Director, you’d need to build towers and forts and invest in real industries for your base, all of which cost money.
Without money, you can’t do anything.
In the prison discipline office, Viktor was taken aback when he saw Best with his arm in plaster, "What happened?"
Best stood up and called out to the boss. At his questioning, he smiled wryly and shook his head, "It’s nothing serious, just a broken arm."
"A few days ago, Armando from Juarez beat to death Brigadier General Derek Alvarez from the Chihuahua State 18th Division."
"The military and Juarez are at war, and this is just an accident where I broke my arm."
Casare was dumbfounded.
A Brigadier General shot dead in the street?!
Was Juarez staging an uprising?
Still too small, too small...
In 2013, xican Navy Vice Admiral Carlos Miguel Salazar was attacked by a missile, and I emphasize, "missile". His convoy was ambushed, and later while he knelt pleading for rcy, he was cruelly killed!
Going further back.
In 1987, Major General Cadres, the head of the Traxico City security forces in Oaxaca State, was attacked and killed by drug traffickers just one hour after taking office.
All because he had talked about drug prohibition before his term began.
Viktor frowned, "For what reason?"
"One of Armando’s YC-43 planes crashed, but the cargo belonged to the Colombians. If it didn’t arrive at the U.S. border on schedule, he would have to pay a huge indemnity, yet at that mont, Chihuahua State suddenly imposed martial law, grounding all flights."
"Armando approached Brigadier General Derek Alvarez, but it seems the two quarreled, and in the end, Armando killed him in the barracks!"
Even the audacious Viktor raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
"What about Armando?" Casare asked from the side.
"He ran."
This was just too brazen!
"Juarez is now in riots everywhere; the whole city has gone mad, but when I ca back, I heard that negotiations for peace had already begun."
The military negotiating with drug traffickers?
Viktor wasn’t sure whether to spit out the bad taste in his mouth.
The atmosphere in the office was a bit oppressive.
"Forget it, we can’t control that; how did the negotiations go?" Viktor asked.
Your position dictates the matters you discuss.
You have to stay true to your role.
"Juarez has already made peace with Tijuana, but Aguilar wants these goods. He asked to check with you if you have them," Best said, pulling out a sheet of paper.
Viktor took it and glanced over, "That many?"
Casare, curious, leaned over and saw the list: 60 RPG-7 rocket launchers, 10 Steyr Mannlicher SSG-69 rifles, 200 Heckler & Koch G41 automatic rifles, 40 M67 anti-infantry mines, 1000 F-1 hand grenades!
You have to admit, drug traffickers know their stuff.
That SSG-69 rifle, many people don’t know, is actually a sniper rifle. In the mid-1960s, the Austrian military needed a new type of sniper rifle. They requested Steyr Mannlicher create one capable of hitting a head target at 400 ters, a chest target at 600 ters, and achieving a hit rate of no less than 80% on a moving target at 800 ters.
And that G41 automatic rifle is currently the standard issue in Germany!
Plus, anti-infantry mines and grenades— are they planning to go to war with the xican military?
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"I heard that Juarez is preparing to form a professional gunman squadron to face the current situation. When I was at Juarez headquarters, I saw quite a few Arican faces; they must be instructors or advisors they’ve hired."
"Are these drug traffickers starting to go the route of formal militarization?"
Best looked at Victor, "Maybe they’re feeling the pressure too."
There has been no peace in xico City lately, how could the Pedro Family not be involved?
According to rumors, they were ’blasted’ away!
Fearing that the governnt might use heavy weaponry to suppress them, drug traffickers, who have a very keen sense of the situation, grew more uneasy due to the disintegration of the Guadalajara Cartel and Gallardo’s imprisonnt.
But do you think they’d surrender without a fight?
How could that be possible!
They could only augnt their ranks with more elite personnel…
"The era of Los Zetas" has arrived ahead of schedule!
The drug war will be even more brutal...
"Boss, do we have this rchandise? I think Aguilar must have approached others too; he’s comparing prices." Best was a bit anxious, as this was a large order, and he could earn quite a bit with a 5% commission.
"We do. I’ll tell you the asking price later. Contact him and tell him to pay 70% upfront. Rember that we only accept US dollars now!"
The Peso’s exchange rate had dropped again.
Drug traffickers have a broad range of channels for guns; they transport drugs to the United States and then import firearms from the US. The complexity of their equipnt can rival the varied origins of India’s arsenal.
Logistical support is troubleso until the Jalisco New Generation, led by El ncho, began building efficient arms and ammunition factories in the mountains.
So, if you don’t sell, they can get it from soone else.
Upon hearing his boss’s words, Best’s face lit up with delight.
Victor patted his shoulder and told him to rest well and that he was counting on him for business matters.
"Don’t worry, boss. I won’t miss a single penny!"
...
Three days flashed by.
No news ca from Juarez, but Victor received a call from Alejandro.
"What? I’ve been appointed as the Police Chief of Guadalupe Island?" Victor was taken aback upon hearing the news from the other end of the phone.
Alejandro spoke in a heavy tone, "The Police Chief of Guadalupe Island was martyred the day before yesterday. Luciano and others in the security departnt nominated you to succeed him, and the internal eting has already passed it."
The day before yesterday...
That was the second day after offending Luciano and his kind.
Alejandro didn’t believe there wasn’t a catch!
"Those bastards want you dead! Can you even go to Guadalupe Island? That place is Tijuana’s territory, and there are over twenty drug trafficking organizations alone!"
Alejandro couldn’t help cursing, "There are gangs and all that, too. With a population of 80,000, at least 70,000 are bad seeds. Do you know how the last Police Chief died in the line of duty? He was gunned down while patrolling the streets."
He was furious, but suddenly his brow furrowed, and he asked in a strange tone, "Victor, are you laughing?"
"Of course not, I’m mourning for my colleague! When is the inauguration?"
"Within half a month. There’s no official docunt yet, but I learned about it through insiders. After you leave, I’ll also be reassigned."
"Then who will be in charge of the Prison Administration Bureau?" That was what Victor cared about most.
"It’s very likely going to be Pier Luigi, the one you beat up."
This displeased Victor greatly.
Alejandro lowered his voice, "Soone behind the scenes wants to protect him."
"How is your relationship with the other Deputy Director?"
"It’s okay."
"Ask him if he’s willing to take the Director role. I have soone arranged for the Highland Prison Warden position; I’ll handle Pier Luigi!"
Alejandro fell silent for a mont, "I’ll talk to him and get back to you soon."
Once the call ended.
Victor’s expression almost broke into a laugh, which he barely managed to suppress.
Guadalupe Island!
70,000 criminals?
Exaggerated, exaggerated.
Once I, Chief Victor, take office, they’ll all have to be saints!
I’m talking about the remaining 10,000.
...
The Steyr Mannlicher SSG 69 Rifle!
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