Ensenada City, a eting room in the city hall.
Four people sat down, those who knew each other were exchanging glances, occasionally glancing at Victor, who was sitting in the chief seat.
On their way here, they had already found out about the incident.
The corpses of drug traffickers they saw on the road were his doing.
Now, who in xico does not know Victor?
That’s the notorious "Drug Enforcent Warrior", but it’s said that he’s got a foul temper.
Victor looked at his watch, smiled, and stood up, "Gentlen, you’re all..."
"Wait, wait~"
Before he could finish his sentence, a man dressed in a police uniform and wearing gold-rimd glasses rushed in through the door, waving his hands and smiling at everyone, and then with a plump, sat down on a chair.
"Who is this?"
"I am Director Herrera Garcia from the Caste Police Departnt."
Victor raised an eyebrow, nodded with a smile, and glanced at his watch, "You’re two minutes late. We agreed on nine thirty, didn’t we? This..."
"No need to be that strict, Mr. Victor. Actually, I had matters to attend to, but I postponed them for this eting with you," waved Herrera Garcia.
"Oh? So you’re giving face after all."
"No problem, it’s mutual help," said Herrera Garcia, slapping Victor’s shoulder.
Casare didn’t dare to turn his head to look at the boss; he could only glance out of the corner of his eye. It was over! The boss was smiling!
Victor glanced at the hand on his shoulder and swatted it away with a slap. He wasn’t light-handed; the other party was stunned and fell to the ground. Victor pushed the table out of his way and kicked him!
A kick landed squarely on his face.
"Face? What are you that I should give you face? Fuck!"
Victor picked up a chair and smashed it onto the man, curling him into a ball like a shrimp. The other police chiefs hurriedly moved aside out of fear.
Herrera Garcia’s glasses were shattered.
The man was knocked out cold.
Victor waved his hand, exhaled deeply, and turned to the others, "Rember, I don’t need anyone to give face. If you’re not convinced, call so people, and let’s have a showdown to see who’s tougher. If you’re not up to it, keep a low profile."
He pulled out his wallet, counted a stack of US dollars, tossed it onto the man, and said to Casare, "Take him to see a doctor."
Fatty Tiger quickly called two officers to drag Herrera Garcia out.
Victor sat down on a chair, lit a cigarette for himself, and, looking at the other chiefs who were still shaking while standing, patted the table, "Why are you all standing? Am I that frightening?"
The group hastily pulled over chairs and sat down, each sitting more upright than the last.
All cowards!
"Rest assured, I, Victor, always make sense in what I do. What kind of person is Herrera Garcia? Don’t think I don’t know; he’s from the Tijuana Cartel."
"Does such a man deserve to sit with ?"
The chiefs chuckled awkwardly below.
"Right, right, Mr. Victor is correct."
"Exactly, we all oppose sitting with soone who fraternizes with traffickers!"
One by one, they acted cleaner than the others.
Yet one by one, they were incredibly nervous. Who among them was clean?
Victor’s lips curled in mockery.
He tapped his fingers on the table twice, and the people below promptly shut their mouths in understanding.
"I’ve called you here not to fuss about trivial matters, but for one thing."
"The Tijuana Cartel must be eradicated from Baja California State!"
Everyone’s face changed drastically at the announcent, and they sat as if on pins and needles, looking at each other, thinking about fleeing.
Victor watched this scene unfold with a light chuckle, "What are you afraid of? Ramon and his brothers under Benjamin were killed by my n. Isn’t it easy to deal with the rest of the small-ti drug traffickers?"
"Vic... Director Victor, it’s not that we don’t want to do it, we just don’t have the power," a chief blurted out. He shivered as Victor looked his way, visually recalling how Herrera Garcia got beaten, and quickly added, "The cartel’s firepower is intensifying. They’re equipped with assault rifles, grenades, and even rocket launchers — we can’t handle this."
"Yes, yes! I heard Benjamin even acquired two armored vehicles from the United States. Our police stations are still using revolvers; we just can’t."
"I heard that Tijuana City Police Departnt hasn’t received salaries for three months; cops are selling ice pops on the streets to survive."
These were real issues, so of course, Victor would not get angry. Instead, he listened quietly until everyone had finished, then nodded.
"I understand your concerns. These were problems before, but not anymore!"
"Guadalupe Island Police Station will support a relief operation for your four cities, providing a batch of weapons and military advisors to help you fight the traffickers. All weapons and equipnt costs will be borne by us."
"Additionally, we’re willing to cover all the salaries for your police departnts."
This promise made their eyes light up.
"And what you need to do is quite simple. To face the increasingly tense drug trafficking situation, you need to sign a cooperation agreent with ... not , with Guadalupe Island Police Station, for a period of 5 years, mainly to combat cri within your jurisdictions!"
"This declaration should be broadcast via television."
The chiefs looked at each other, hesitating.
Isn’t this directly turning against the Tijuana Cartel?
What if they get killed by them?
No one dared to make a sound.
Victor was in no hurry. One of his purposes for coming to Dan Senada City was to form the special "Victor—Anti-Drug Alliance" with the surrounding city police departnts.
He needed to brand it. Otherwise, who would know who was leading?
Moreover, if they were willing to join, it would be a "cooperative relationship," and the criminals they killed or arrested would earn points for Victor!
"Gentlen, evil can never overco righteousness (caliber)!"
"Let’s have a vote. I’m very democratic."
"Who’s in favor? Who’s opposed?"
Victor scanned them with his gaze, "Raise your hand if you’re in favor."
He raised his hand, and the four police departnt bosses looked at one another, and in the end, only one person really raised their hand!
There was nothing to be done...
Drug trafficking in xico has a history of over a hundred years. To put it harshly, potentially hundreds to thousands of officials have been murdered, and over a million civilians have died.
And yet, no dawn has been seen in the war on drugs.
You think you’re aweso, Victor, with weapons from who knows where, but you’ve got so few people. Do you have any idea how many drug traffickers there are in xico?
Half a million!
And how many are indirectly involved in transport, trafficking, planting?
About 7 million!
These numbers on paper are just a string of digits, they don’t look aningful, but what do you think would happen if so many people lost their jobs at the sa ti?
The peasant uprising that occurred in Chiapas, xico, in 1994.
What a ti to be alive.
And still, this kind of thing happens, which goes to show how serious the problems in xico are.
It’s not that nobody has tried to change it, it’s that it can’t be changed.
Victor looked at the others below him; the three n looked at each other, shrunk their necks, and none dared to et Victor’s gaze.
He wasn’t angry, really, he wasn’t angry.
"Director Simon Bolivar, you lost 2 million Pesos at the casino last month. You couldn’t possibly pay that back, could you? The money from the Tijuana Cartel is easy to take, isn’t it?"
The middle-aged man with white hair sitting below instantly turned pale.
"Director Tiago, your son killed soone in Telak, a pregnant woman, no less. You knew about this, didn’t you?"
"And Rickens, your wife owns thirteen shops. Let think about their previous owner, oh, seems like it was Ramon Felix, right? And you’re a core mber of Tijuana, first a drug trafficker and then a cop, if I’m not mistaken?"
Victor pointed at the other three and said, "Soone sent an anonymous report straight to . I think I should deal with it."
The three n imdiately erupted.
"Mr. Victor, this… this is completely unfounded. Where’s the report? Where is it?" The Director nad Rickens jumped out.
The other two also hurriedly chid in agreent.
Victor nodded, beckoned with his finger, and Casare handed him a pen. He quickly wrote sothing down and passed it over, "Here, the report."
This action was truly an eye-opener for them.
Rickens snorted with a laugh, "This is slander! Victor, you’re retaliating against us."
"But that’s the fact. When I, Victor, handle matters, I always focus on the evidence!"
While saying this, Victor grabbed Rickens, who was closest to him, stuffed the piece of paper into his mouth. The man struggled hard to spit it out, but it was already torn.
"Oh my!"
"Rickens, you’re capable of destroying evidence like this, this is outright contempt of the law!"
Victor was really angry.
Casare walked in just in ti to hear this sentence and imdiately understood it was his turn to go into action again, bringing the officers up to pin the three n to the ground.
"You’re lawless! Victor, you’re a disgrace to the police, this is defamation, I’ll sue you!" Rickens fud.
He just couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a curse.
"So you’re attempting to assault an officer on duty?"
Suddenly, Rickens stopped struggling. He was a wily old fox and knew Victor’s words all too well; back when the Tijuana Cartel sought his help, he enjoyed using this excuse to kill his targets.
"He must not be very satisfied with my judgnt, let him go ask Jose Lopez, the Mayor," Victor said to Casare.
The latter nodded expressionlessly and, grabbing Rickens by the hair, dragged him out of the door.
The remaining two kept their mouths shut.
To see Mayor Jose Lopez?
Hadn’t that guy died?
Victor has "superpowers"? To send soone to God!
"Don’t worry, soone will judge your sins."
That was Victor’s parting gift to his forr boss Alejandro.
The latter was about to take office; he had to give him so accomplishnts, right?
Victor was good in almost every aspect except for a short temper. But was that really a flaw?
After the officers took them away, Victor turned to look at him, trembling in the corner like a pitiful bug.
It was too terrifying!
Four people had co in, and now he was the only one left.
Even horror movies usually have at least two main characters who survive, right?
When he saw Victor looking over, he hurriedly mustered a smile, "Vic... Mr. Victor, I..."
"Care for a smoke, Mr. Salvador Guillermo?"
Victor offered a cigarette, and the other man waved his hands, "No... I don’t, oh, wrong, wrong, thank you, thank you."
Guillermo quickly took it with both hands.
Victor smiled and nodded.
"I recall you worked in Tecate, right?"
The man nodded eagerly.
"Go back with confidence, bring your wife and kids to Guadalupe Island, it’s safe here. You wouldn’t want the drug traffickers to retaliate against them, would you?"
Guillermo nodded grimly.
"Don’t worry, from now on I’ve got your back!"
"Anyone who touches you is disrespecting , Victor."
"As long as you keep the peace in Tecate, I’ll find a way to promote you. You don’t want to stay at the bottom forever, do you?" Victor patted his shoulder.
"We are police officers; we must guard the bottom line. If even we can’t maintain it, then there will be no morality left in the world."
Among these four, Guillermo was probably the one with the "least" faults.
He too had accepted bribes from the Tijuana Group.
Truth be told, in such an environnt in xico, you either take the money or your whole family dies.
Aside from that, Guillermo was fairly "clean."
And most importantly, isn’t whether or not he took the money up to Victor to decide?
Cough!
Up to the law to decide!
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