Working as a police officer in Mexico

Canteen.

Victor gnawed on the corn, ate it all up, tossed it aside casually, pulled out a piece of paper to wipe the corners of his mouth, then looked at the Casare in front of him, Sergeant Harrison of the emergency unit, and Kennedy Heisenberg from EDM. The three were called over and were still a bit confused.

"I've been transferred to Guadalupe Island as the Director."

The three of them went quiet instantly.

Victor looked at them, "Don't you have anything to ask?"

"Boss, where is Guadalupe Island?" Casare scratched his head.

"West of the Baja California Peninsula."

Casare nodded, thumped his chest, "Wherever the boss goes, I go."

The guy was also smart; he knew sticking with Victor was safer.

Victor nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to Harrison sitting on the side, "I plan to recommend you for the position of Warden at the Plateau Prison."

"Me?"

Harrison was genuinely stunned. He had thought that Victor might ask if he wanted to go with him, as Victor had shown appreciation for him several times.

Honestly, Harrison was tempted.

"This... I'm just a Sergeant."

"In Mexico, that's not a problem, Harrison. The only answer I need from you is whether you're willing or not."

Mexican ranks aren't worth a damn; as long as it's not too outrageous, you slip some money to the big shots, and they'll be happy.

Harrison wasn't an idiot; he understood why Victor was willing to help him.

But with the opportunity right in front of him, if he didn't seize it, he might never encounter such a chance again in his life. Any hesitation would be a disrespect to the potential for wealth.

"Boss, your word is my command!" Harrison eagerly agreed.

Casare glanced at him.

Victor had a cigarette dangling from his lips as Harrison quickly stood up to light it for him, "Boss, what do I need to do?"

"Just keep the prison from chaos; collect the sanitation fees every month and hand them over to Casare. For everything else, I'll make arrangements as needed."

Plateau Prison was Victor's "mine." If there were ever a shortage of points one day, he could just pull out a few to "tenderize" to death, and unless something unexpected happened, it would remain Mexico's top choice for imprisoning felons for at least the next twenty years.

That's what they call sustainable development.

Harrison nodded "obediently."

Victor looked at Kennedy Heisenberg; after all, he was a character he had exchanged himself. He trusted him the most, "We're going out tonight."

The other didn't ask why.

Just nodded firmly.

...

Carrisco Bar.

The deputy director of the Prison Administration Bureau Pier Luigi was gyrating wildly on the dance floor.

Two bodyguards sat not far off.

And looking at the corner of his mouth, there were still some white powdery particles—that's drugs, right?

A senior official from Mexico clubbing and doing drugs?

Moreover, it was clear he was high; his dance moves became very swaying.

Just after a song ended, Pier Luigi felt a soft body press close to him. He took a closer look; it was a woman.

The woman exclaimed in surprise, then quickly turned back to apologize.

What woman wouldn't look particularly beautiful under the "fresh meat lamp" at this bar.

And Pier Luigi was already tipsy, thinking the other person was so beautiful. He posed as what he thought was gentlemanly, and then smiling, asked, "May I have this dance with you?"

The woman "shyly" smiled and rested her hand on his shoulder.

What followed was simple, with the inebriated Pier Luigi taking the woman out to rent a room. Those two bodyguards planned to follow, but he had brushed them off.

Just as he "finished the job" and was doing X with the woman, the room door suddenly got kicked open, scaring him... he shrank back in fear, frantically looking behind him, only to see a squad of fully armed people rushing in, with a leader he would never forget even if he turned to ashes.

"Victor! What are you doing?"

Pier Luigi shouted, grabbing the bedsheet.

"I heard someone was raping a woman, I came to check it out. Deputy Director, I didn't expect it to be you."

Rape?

Pier Luigi hurriedly explained, "No, definitely not, if you don't believe me, ask her." He pulled at the woman beside him.

The woman suddenly burst into tears, "He threatened me, said he was very powerful in Mexico City, if I didn't serve him, he would kill my entire family, I had no choice..."

Pier Luigi's scalp went numb, and he said furiously, "Bitch, what the hell are you saying!"

As he reached out to hit her.

He was restrained by two EDM members.

"You're trying to commit violence in front of me? Pier Luigi, I didn't know you were this kind of person!" Victor said with a dark face, then turned to Kennedy Heisenberg behind him, "Did you get that on tape?"

The other person gave an OK sign.

Then they turned off the camcorder. The woman who had been crying stopped suddenly when she saw the camera was off, and got up from the bed cheerfully, dressing in front of everyone, then took a stack of Pesos from Victor with a big smile.

"Thank you, officer, feel free to call on me if you need." The woman took the money and left, not forgetting to blow a kiss and to stuff the drugs from the table into her bag before taking it with her—it was all out in the open now.

Pier Luigi realized in that moment and jumped up, pointing at him and cursing, "Bastard, you're framing me!"

"Sir, you're too old for this. Don't you know how dangerous this world is?"

Victor smiled, pinching his face, "I'll tell you, from the first time I saw your haughty face, I wanted to destroy you."

"Don't covet a place that isn't yours. Don't you know one wrong step leads to another?"

"And the official that I hate the most in my life is one that gets involved with drugs; you forgot to wipe the corner of your mouth."

Victor's smile vanished, "Stay away from drugs in your next life, be a good man!"

With that, he walked out the door while Kennedy Heisenberg drew his Dagger and approached.

Click.

Victor leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. After a while, Kennedy came out, nodding at him. Blood dripped from the Dagger.

At that moment, footsteps came from the staircase, and two EDM members ran over, handing him the bills they were clutching.

Victor took a phone from Kennedy Heisenberg and called Alejandro: "Mr. Pier Luigi was murdered by a female drug trafficker, who I killed on the spot."

Alejandro on the other end suddenly went silent, then spoke, "I understand."

"I've already arranged everything; if nothing unexpected happens, another Deputy Director will take my place. Plateau Prison is still yours."

"Thank you, sir."

...

There's nothing Victor hated more than drugs, and scum like Pier Luigi would have been safe even if the "rape" was real, thanks to corruption.

As for using drug X, that's all too common in Mexico.

Only by destroying his physical body could his soul be reconstructed.

Victor exhaled a ring of smoke.

"¡¡ mi tiempo se acerca! (My time is coming!)"

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