This Luciano, the anti-drug commander, wasn't a good person.
In 1987, when the US and Mexico jointly raided Tijuana territory during anti-drug operations, he contacted the Benjamin and Ramon brothers, allowing them to escape, and 17 Mexican anti-drug police officers were sacrificed as a result.
By the way, the Tijuana brothers were nephews of "Godfather" Gallardo.
They had once commissioned Luciano to help their uncle in prison, so he had a good relationship with the previous warden Webster.
This should also be one of the reasons he disliked Victor.
Mexico's relationships were very complex.
"I'll ask one more time, sir, can you change it or not!"
"Security! Security!!"
An interrogating official nearby shouted loudly, and someone rushed outside.
"Stop!"
Victor shouted, and EDM members quickly chambered rounds, instantly terrifying everyone.
Even Alejandro was scared.
"Victor... you need to calm down, you're a police officer!"
Victor looked back at him, smiled and nodded, "Of course I won't ruin my reputation for a few bastards who collude with drug dealers."
"I just want to say one thing - you're not qualified to stand on high ground and judge me, sir. You make Mexican police feel ashamed!"
"Don't think I don't know about your dirty dealings, Mr. Julian Bennett!" Victor suddenly pointed at a bespectacled interrogator, "You still remember what happened eleven years ago, right? If the DEA knew it was you who took $500,000 from Pedro Avilés to let him go, do you think they wouldn't kill you?"
The man with glasses' face immediately changed.
"And you, Ms. Rebecca, you even bore Avilés a son. Heh, a female official from the security department having children with a drug lord..."
"You... nonsense!"
These bureaucrats were full of filth underneath.
But such things were too common in Mexico.
Desperate Latin American country.
Victor looked at Luciano with mockery in his eyes, "Sir, I don't think you want your dirty laundry aired, do you?"
Luciano, whose face was contorted with pain, had trembling lips.
He wanted to pull out the knife but didn't have the courage.
Victor patted his face, "So, don't trouble me. Do you understand, sir?!"
He also wanted to mow down these 12 people.
But then...
He would definitely be wanted. Justice needed to learn flexibility.
Report them?
Don't even think about it - even the leaders in Mexico dealt drugs.
In 2007, when major drug lord Ye Zhenli was caught, his home had $200 million in cash, of which $150 million belonged to Mexico's leader at the time.
He was caught by Americans.
This incident caused a huge uproar.
Who was Ye Zhenli? He smuggled ephedrine to Mexico, was almost the entire country's drug raw material supplier.
Even leaders were doing this - do you think there were any other "good people"?
Mexico was rotten to the core.
"I know you all have connections with drug dealers. You're welcome to have them come seek revenge on me."
Victor smiled very gentlemanly, put his hands in his pockets and left with EDM people. Alejandro hesitated and followed out.
After he left, Luciano's screams of pain grew louder, and others nearby rushed out to find help.
"Kill him! We must find a way to kill him!" Luciano's face twitched as he spoke as quietly as possible to others, "If he exposes our affairs, we definitely won't have a good ending."
"But who are you planning to have kill him? He has people and weapons under him."
"Then transfer him away from Mexico City, throw him into drug dealers' stronghold! I don't believe he can still be so arrogant on someone else's territory." Luciano's tone carried resentment.
"Throw him where?" others asked.
"Tijuana territory!"
Luciano cooperated deeply with them.
Everyone looked at each other, thinking this was a good idea. Give him some merit and directly send him out on assignment - with his rank he could be a chief.
But Mexican police chiefs had an average tenure of six months.
They died faster than they were replaced.
They didn't believe he could survive!
If Victor heard their plan, he would definitely be happy enough to take off.
"Victor, you were too impulsive." Alejandro said quietly, also afraid of being beaten.
"Sorry sir, I just can't stand being interrogated by several people who betrayed Mexico. This is a provocation to my honor!"
Hearing this, Alejandro looked at him with complex eyes, "Victor, there are very few police in Mexico as dedicated as you."
"There will be. Mexico's sky can't be black forever." Victor thought of Sanborn in his mind - the first person full of justice he'd encountered.
Unfortunately, too stubborn.
"We can't change many things."
"People aren't born destined to change something, but to resist something. As a child I resisted my parents' arrangements for my life, as an adult I resisted life's hardships, now I resist drug dealers' destruction of this world. As long as I'm not dead, resistance won't stop."
Alejandro stopped walking: "But what if you discover the mountain behind you is something you can't resist?"
Victor turned around, took out a cigarette from his chest pocket, put it in his mouth, "Then blow up the mountain. Caliber can solve all troubles. If not, add more caliber."
He put his hand on Alejandro's shoulder, "Buddy, what you need to do is climb hard upward. What I need to do is provide what you need. Money? You don't need to worry. Safety? You don't need to worry either. I'll have people protect your family."
"Don't you want to solve Mexico's problems? Maybe a hundred years from now, you'll be hung in history, described like this: Mexico's greatest man."
Well...
Now he didn't even call him by name, directly "buddy."
Don't say Victor had pretty good eloquence - Alejandro was getting somewhat heated and impulsive from his words.
But he was still quite practical and asked a question.
"What are the benefits of doing this?"
"Don't you think a quiet, peaceful Mexico could collect more taxes?"
Alejandro understood immediately.
Damn!
Thought your integrity was so high, turns out you also want to make money.
But what he said was really tempting.
The most profitable thing in this world should be collecting taxes, right?
Actually Victor also wanted to say contributing to humanity, but that was too noble - he couldn't say it. Making money while taking down drug lords was the most satisfying.
...
Victor declined Alejandro's dinner invitation.
He still felt returning to prison was safer.
Sitting in the armored vehicle, Victor opened his eyes to check his points.
Just one glance - even someone as calm as him almost fell off his seat.
"10,789,000!"
Get! Rich!
(End of Chapter)
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