Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 77: I am not God, not now

Alvaro looked at the team mber’s expression of agony and hurriedly averted his eyes with so panic.

"Your na, military number, and purpose of coming here!" Victor demanded, staring at him.

But he was quite tough, refusing to speak.

Victor didn’t indulge him, having soone tie one of his legs with a rope and then binding the other end to the Humvee. Alvaro panicked imdiately, "Stop it, I am a soldier from another country, you have no right to punish ..."

No right?

Let your boss co and talk to .

Boom~

The driving officer hit the gas, dragging him off.

He let him experience what’s known as: extre human-powered vehicle.

The friction on his back soon made Alvaro scream in pain, struggling to tear off the rope on his foot, but the stony roads of Guadalupe Island were ruthless, and as the car dragged him over a sharp stone, his clothes tore in an instant, cutting deeply into the flesh.

Blood instantly stained the whole garnt, dragging a trail of marks on the road.

Victor leaned against the Humvee, smoking a cigarette, watching the returning vehicle, "Another round!"

The cigarette wasn’t even finished, what’s the rush.

The officer nodded, dragging the half-dead Alvaro for another round. His back was in a bloody ss, one leg bent at a 90° angle, broken.

By the ti they returned again, Alvaro was swollen all over, covered in blood, and barely breathing.

Victor walked over, not minding the filth, and stepped directly on the man’s face, plunging the dagger in his hand into the other’s thigh, causing Alvaro to scream in pain.

See, even the toughest guys can feel pain.

Death isn’t scary, pain is!

"Perk up, don’t fall asleep now, can you answer my question now?"

Victor, so understanding, even his way of waking people up was filled with the "Victor-style" romantic touch.

"The Gulf Group’s Abrego... Rego," Alvaro finally confessed, his face contorted in pain, barely able to catch his breath, "He put a bounty of 5 million US dollars on your head."

So that’s how it is.

5 million US dollars!

No wonder even the Guatemalans were tempted, taking the ti off from their official duties to earn so extra cash.

Victor’s expression beca serious, his tongue licked the inside of his lip, his eyes squinting, his deanor calm, "My na is Victor, when you et Satan, send him my regards, and wish him a good morning, good afternoon, and good night!"

Alvaro’s eyes narrowed as he saw the man reflected in his pupils pulling out a gun and emptying his bullets into his head.

"Take care of them, gentlen, Guadalupe Island does not welco those filled with malice!"

Kennedy, holding a submachine gun, sprayed bullets at the Guatemalan soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, holding their heads!

"That bastard from Matatlan put a 5 million bounty on my head, not enough, he’s too stingy. 10 million! No! 20 million US dollars, whoever kills him gets the money," Victor declared, waving his hand.

"Besides him, everyone from the Abrego family has a price on their head, this is the bounty set by the Guadalupe Island Police Station!"

"Make it public!"

Money, you think I don’t have any?

No problem, drug lords have plenty!

...

Victor went to see the injured as well; seven people were dead. Their families clutching the corpses and wailing loudly, which seriously annoyed Victor, who had already considered Guadalupe Island his own territory.

Retaliation!

He wanted retaliation!

When he returned to the police station office, he saw Casare answering the phone with a helpless expression. When Casare saw him co in, he hurriedly covered the mouthpiece and mouthed at him.

"Alejandro!"

That was his "old boss", a "life-and-death friend".

He took a deep breath, took the phone from Casare, and tried to soften his tone, "Mr. Alejandro, good afternoon."

There was silence on the other end, followed by anger and gnashing teeth, "Victor! Just how much trouble have you stirred up!"

"? I’ve always been obedient, getting along very well with the people."

Drug trafficker: ...

Alejandro: "Your reputation has spread across xico, everyone is praising you as a beacon of the police force, so even hang your photo in the slums, now you tell , did you kill all the drug traffickers on Guadalupe Island?"

"Don’t lie to , over 400 bodies washed up on the beaches of Ensenada City!"

Victor continued to fib with eyes wide open, "They must have accidentally fallen into the water."

Alejandro was so angry he had to laugh at that comnt, "I hope you can keep your cool when facing the inquiry."

"Inquiry?" Victor frowned with distaste, "Which ss... superior is coming over?"

"I’m in charge!"

The atmosphere on the phone suddenly turned icy.

"Thanks to you, my new position has been confird, as the head of the Baja California State Security Departnt."

Viktor’s eyes lit up at this news.

The first thought that crossed his mind was, if his old boss died in any city in Baja California, could he use the pretense of avenging him and maintaining order to sweep the local drug traffickers off their feet?

But he couldn’t ask that directly, could he?

Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

"I think you need a bodyguard, sir! I have 300 n who can follow your orders at any ti."

Alejandro started coughing violently when he heard this number.

"Since when did you have so many people?"

"On the road towards the light, there will always be like-minded people supporting each other, as long as the drug traffickers don’t die, we’re always fighting."

Could xico really have that many enlightened people?

Alejandro remained skeptical; he pondered for a mont, then softened his tone, "Victor, there are too many drug traffickers in xico, and you’re a threat to them now. They will find a way to eliminate you, you’re not God, you can’t predict your own danger."

"We should learn to step back appropriately, that’s also for the sake of moving forward better."

Victor’s eyebrows twitched, "Sir, I’m not God, not now. But I can pull the trigger, kill all the drug traffickers, and then there will be no danger."

"Jesus’s hands are only good for blowing whistles, not suited for firing guns."

Even knowing him to be reckless, Alejandro was still shocked by his audacity; to speak ill of drug traffickers in xico was to court death.

"You’d better watch your words, Victor..."

"My na is Victor Carlos Vieri, not Un sirviente de Dios (a servant of God), and perhaps, xicans should sing praises of my na."

Victor glanced at his watch, "All right, SIR, rember to put in a good word for when you take office, I’m off to have afternoon tea, goodbye."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Casare leaned in with his head, "Boss, you were brilliant. Don’t worry, I don’t believe in Jesus, I’ll get my brothers and sisters to believe in you."

Victor couldn’t help laughing at him.

"Mr. Alejandro is coming to Baja California to take over as head of the Security Departnt?" Casare whispered, seeing Victor nod, then furrowing his brows, "The guy who took up the position before him and his family disappeared while they were out, and just last month, the bodies of three people were found stuffed in sealed oil drums, discovered by a janitor."

"The killer was a minor drug trafficker who had pledged allegiance to the Tijuana Cartel, and he also committed suicide out of guilt."

"He was against drugs?" Victor asked, surprised.

Casare nodded, "He had arrested the son of Benjamin of the Tijuana Cartel, and the day after his disappearance, he was released."

If there was no foul play at work here, it would be more believable to trust that xico was free of drug traffickers.

"Mr. Alejandro probably..."

Victor suddenly spoke up, "How high do you think the chances are that he dies there?"

Casare was imdiately taken aback.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m just worried about sir, that’s all!"

But intuition was telling him that it might not be the case.

"About 80%, drug traffickers prefer one of their own in power."

Casare, seeing Victor deep in thought, hesitated before saying, "Boss, I think it’s in our best interest that Mr. Alejandro remains alive."

"What do you an? I’m just concerned about his safety," Victor said without even blinking.

Having such a boss gave Casare a bit of a headache.

Hopefully...

May God protect Mr. Alejandro.

He’s a truly good man.

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