Victor had been "holding court" in Dan Senada City for two days.
He mainly wanted to see if the Tijuana Cartel had the "guts" to counterattack!
After all, the cannons of his "Duke Victor" were still pointed at them.
But clearly...
They didn’t have the nerve.
The drug trafficker wasn’t in a hurry, but so people were becoming anxious.
On January 6, 1990.
The xican Governnt finally sent soone to "take over" Ensenada City, and it was an old acquaintance.
Alejandro!
At the airport.
Victor looked at his forr boss and his entourage getting off the plane with a smile on his face, and took the initiative to extend his hand, "You’ve worked hard, Mr. Alejandro."
Having not seen each other for a long ti, the man appeared utterly exhausted, with lifeless eyes and heavy dark circles, showing no joy from any promotion or fortune.
Alejandro let out a long sigh, "Victor, your situation has beco serious!"
Upon hearing this, Casare’s calves tensed, almost making the EDM officers protect Victor as they hurriedly ran away.
"How serious?"
"Are those old n afraid that I’ll pull down their pants and tell everyone that they don’t have a little dick? Do they wake up every day and call the drug traffickers first thing in the morning to say good morning?"
"If they’re not happy with it, they can co to . I’d love to reason with them."
Victor’s words were becoming increasingly spirited.
He wasn’t afraid at all.
"Anti-Drug Pioneer," "Light of the xican Police," "Drug Lord Nesis," "Emperor of xico" (strike that, strike that, he hadn’t achieved that yet).
With his current reputation, the xican Governnt wouldn’t dare do anything to him—they could only play small tricks, like assigning him elsewhere or having him report on his duties.
Ah~
I, Victor, won’t go!
When I’m at my strongest, I’ll go to xico City and ask who really owns this world, whether it’s the drug traffickers or Victor... the ordinary people!
Alejandro took a deep breath, "Let’s talk in the car," as he glanced at Victor.
The man nodded and walked ahead.
Who would dare to make a move if Victor didn’t?
The two of them boarded a bright red Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit, bulletproof and collected as spoils from the drug lords.
It was said to be the vehicle of one of the seven brothers from the Tijuana Cartel.
"This car is very ostentatious," Alejandro said as he patted the seat cushion.
Victor smiled and crossed his legs, then took out a cigar box and offered it to Alejandro, "Do I need to be discreet now? I’m probably the most audacious person in all of xico in everyone’s eyes, right?"
That was indeed true.
xican drug enforcent!
You’re audacious enough.
Alejandro took out a cigar and paused it in the palm of his hand, "I ca here on behalf of so people to ask where exactly your armants co from?"
"Don’t say your family runs a factory, pal. They don’t believe that story at all."
"Donated by the International Red Cross," Victor said with a straight face.
Alejandro laughed and nodded his head, "Alright, I’ll report back just like that."
That actually took Victor aback, "You believe that?"
"Does it make a difference whether I believe it or not? It doesn’t matter. You just have to understand that in xico right now you’re hotter than the president, those who need votes are too busy trying to win you over, and besides, would you tell the truth?"
"It’s not worth it to damage our relationship over such garbage issues."
Alejandro seed to see things quite clearly.
It’s not him who’s scared after all.
"Didn’t you say it was very serious?"
Alejandro nodded, "So people who are in cahoots with the drug traffickers are panicking. You’ve cut off their inco stream. Besides, the Tijuana Cartel has ended its war with Juarez Sinaloa, with Benjamin ceding so interests to them in exchange for a ceasefire.
anwhile, the Gulf Group has purchased over 20 million US Dollars worth of weapons from the US Black Market, and their target might be you."
"How do you know?"
"Victor, the xican governnt is corrupt but not incompetent. The security departnt still has its own ways."
Victor quite agreed with that statent, he pondered for a mont, and then said with ease, "Then let them co find on Guadalupe Island, I’ll be waiting for them on the island!"
The naval guns leaning on the dock had long been starving for action!
"What about Ensenada City, or Baja California State?" Alejandro turned his head to ask him.
Victor’s eyebrows twitched as he quietly waited for the other to continue.
"I have already applied to headquarters to establish a new security force responsible for combating cri in the Baja California region, with a team of 300 people. The approval hasn’t co through yet, but when it does, I want to put you in charge."
Oh ho!
Victor thought it was the right decision not to have killed Alejandro in the first place.
Look, isn’t the return coming now?
Although the Guadalupe Island Police Station could recruit a large number of Police Auxiliary Staff, the scope of activity is limited after all, and the legitimacy isn’t well established, there’s always soone trying to catch your slip-ups, but if you’re a direct unit of the Baja California Security Departnt, that’s called an airborne operation!
The iron fist of justice!
"I think it’s perfect to set up the headquarters on Guadalupe Island," Victor suggested.
"Why do you care so much about that island? Isn’t it good to move to Ensenada City? After all, you’ve severed Tijuana’s influence here, and transportation is more convenient," he asked.
Victor just smiled at this, unwilling to elaborate.
Am I supposed to say that I plan to hide so troops inside and launch a major surprise attack on those big rats?
The motorcade headed toward City Hall.
Alejandro looked out the window and saw quite a few shops hanging Victor’s portrait at their entrances?
"It seems you are deeply loved by the people in Ensenada City, more popular than the president," he said.
Victor smiled, "The xican people are too eager for soone to maintain law and order, after all, those who like drug traffickers are the minority, most deeply despise them. Who walking on the street doesn’t have relatives killed by drug traffickers?"
"Sir, it’s not that I chose xico, but that the xican people chose ," Victor stated more bluntly, "If you can annihilate the Tijuana Cartel, I believe you will undoubtedly be the strongest candidate in the next gubernatorial election."
Alejandro smiled upon hearing this.
"With your support, I can rest assured," he said.
He had made many moves to be transferred to Baja California, aiming for Victor. What good was it to be a senior assistant in xico City?
When you co out to work, you need to follow the right person.
"So where do you plan to work? Tijuana or xicali?"
"I’ll be in Ensenada City. Until a new mayor arrives, I’m in charge here, so Victor, any needs you have you can fully discuss with ," he said.
That was exactly what Victor needed to hear!
...
That very afternoon, Ensenada City’s TV station began looping a "help wanted" ad, Guadalupe Island needed a large number of skilled technicians.
And to be incorporated into the local governnt departnts.
The minimum salary was no less than 2,000 US dollars, and for high-level talents, there was a subsidy of 10,000 US dollars.
If you had children, there was an additional "companion bonus" of 2,000 US dollars per year, and up to 50 days of annual leave!
The police departnt was also recruiting Police Auxiliary Staff.
Requirents: no tattoos, no criminal records for parents and the individual, and a minimum height of 165 cm.
Finding soone in xico whose parents have no criminal record might be a bit difficult, but what Victor wanted were these minorities; otherwise, the police departnt would be filled with corruption and disorder.
The need for political vetting had beco evident.
And to entice young people, even the salaries were posted.
"Trainee constable: 500 US dollars a month."
"Officer: 600 US dollars a month."
"Chief: 1,200 US dollars a month, with standard police benefits."
There were currently only three levels, but this was already enough to delineate the "bloated" staffing.
Otherwise, who would the nurous auxiliary police listen to during patrols?
Once the salaries were out, the registration places were instantaneously overwheld.
One should know that Ensenada City had a resident population of nearly 400,000, always having so highly educated individuals.
Even people from nearby cities were coming over.
On the docks, you could see ships transporting ordinary people to Guadalupe Island, their gaze fixed on the distance, hoping the seagulls would bring them new hope.
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