The order appointing Victor as Guadalupe Island Police Chief came down very quickly.
Mexican bureaucratic institutions were surprisingly efficient at this time.
Upon receiving the appointment, Victor immediately discovered his golden finger personnel limit had changed from 40 to 80 people. It seemed whenever his position improved, it doubled.
So the question was, when he became Security Minister, how many people would he have?
Just thinking about it was exciting.
But these 80 people definitely weren't enough. Victor began recruiting directly from within the prison guards!
Announcements were posted in all conspicuous places throughout Altiplano Prison, while broadcasts continuously reported news about EDM reserve team recruitment.
"Selected personnel get $1,000 monthly salary? Plus 25 days annual leave and $2,000 year-end bonus?"
"Work-related injuries receive compensation according to different levels."
Many guards stood in front of announcements whispering to each other.
"Deaths in line of duty receive compensation equal to 6 years' salary!"
Those good at math were already counting on their fingers, "$72,000!"
This figure was naturally high!
Logically speaking, the Mexican government had established effective compensation systems, but did you think those corrupt officials would pay?
They couldn't wait to stuff these "blood money" into their own mansions.
Someday he'd sweep away these people too!
Corrupt bureaucrats were more detestable than drug dealers!
Victor's reputation in the prison was good. At minimum, they'd gotten quite a bit of money from sanitation fees - ordinary guards each got an extra 200 pesos monthly.
Now hearing about such opportunities, they all rushed to sign up.
Casare was swamped, but he didn't know the standards either. The boss just glanced from the side, seemingly relying entirely on "chemistry."
Victor's requirements for guards weren't high - just that they weren't pawns planted by drug dealers, without overly close connections to trafficking organizations.
Things like petty theft or butt tattoos didn't matter.
Mexico had no fucking good people.
If you traveled to Mexico, remember one thing: never waste money buying insurance, because insurance companies might not pay claims. Life and death were fate - wealth was nonexistent!
EDM reserves directly recruited 220 guards. Even telling them they had no official positions and belonged to "police auxiliary personnel," they didn't care.
Was eating government rice as satisfying as making money?
"Warden, what's the salary for official EDM members?" A guard who'd joined reserves raised his hand curiously.
Casare looked at Victor, who took a sip of water.
Getting older - time to steep goji berries.
"EDM salary is $2,500, year-end bonus $5,000. If you have children at home, you can get additional annual nutrition allowance of $500 per person. If parents are hospitalized, 50% of costs are reimbursed. If you die in service!"
Victor's gaze swept over everyone below. Their eyes blazed with fire, "You'll receive $150,000 one-time death compensation."
$150,000!!!
These reserve personnel immediately erupted in discussion.
Victor remained calm because he'd strictly control official membership quotas. Though exchanged personnel received salaries and had living costs, who got death compensation when they died?
Wasn't it still left hand to right hand for Victor?
"How do you join the official team?"
"Assessment! EDM will implement last-place elimination. Every year we'll select personnel from reserves for evaluation. We follow the principle of capable people rising, incapable people falling!"
"Here you don't need to worry about being replaced. What you need to do is maintain public security, protect civilian safety, and defend police honor!"
Victor raised his hand, "Those drug lords who oppose us - good luck to them!"
Reserve members cheered!
They were happy, but prison inmates were even happier.
Woo woo woo...
The "Butcher" was finally leaving!
You could clearly feel that in the following days, prisoners stepped on sewing machines especially fast, and their work mood improved.
...
Guadalupe Island!
Located west of Mexico's Baja California Peninsula.
About 400 kilometers southwest of Ensenada in the Pacific Ocean - a true island.
This place was basically "lawless territory." Due to its special geographical position, if Mexican military police wanted to fight drugs, they first had to land on the island, right?
Once drug dealers controlled the port, it was basically game over.
Because of its proximity to America, it had spawned many criminal activities. Tijuana even had transportation lines here.
At this time, Guadalupe Island City Hall.
White walls were full of bullet holes and burn marks. You could see corpses everywhere - uniformed guards and plainclothes civilians.
At the entrance, over ten government workers knelt, men and women, trembling as they awaited so-called "judgment."
Many armed drug dealers stood around them, watching like wolves.
"Don't, don't kill me! I'll leave Guadalupe Island right now." A middle-aged man in the center was crying loudly.
Tap tap tap~
A pair of boots entered the middle-aged man's vision. Mocking laughter reached his ears, "Very sorry, Mr. Mayor. Your request is denied. Any last words you need me to convey?"
"Money! I'll give you lots of money." The middle-aged man continued crying.
"After killing you, your money becomes ours anyway."
The drug leader raised his gun to the other's temple and pulled the trigger - pop~
The bullet directly pierced through his skull.
Basically no great pain - it directly destroyed brain nerves.
"Kill them!"
As soon as the drug leader spoke, the kneeling workers screamed trying to run, but were all shot down one by one.
The entire area outside City Hall reeked of blood.
A drug dealer took spray paint to the white wall at the entrance, writing in Spanish: "Guadalupe Island - we are the order!"
Below was a skull with a knife piercing through the head, looking very brutal.
"Piratas! (Pirates!)"
A drug dealer held a video camera toward the leader, who arrogantly gave the middle finger, "We don't welcome any government agencies to Guadalupe Island. We will defend the island's cleanliness!"
"Especially Victor Carlos Vieri!"
"If he doesn't heed our warning, we'll take righteous action and throw him in the sea to feed great white sharks! You! Can you hear me? Bastard!"
...
"Can you hear me? Bastard!"
Drug dealers' clamoring voices came from the television.
The office was completely quiet - you could hear a pin drop.
Casare and others glanced at seated Victor, seeing his calm expression, but suddenly he smiled.
They were screwed...
Victor was smiling!
Why did you have to mess with him of all people?
"Looks like Guadalupe Island people are very welcoming to us." Victor pressed his cigarette butt in the ashtray, pointing at the drug dealer on TV, "I like that mouth of his."
"Finish work handovers today. Tomorrow we should go meet them!"
...
(End of Chapter)
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