Working as a police officer in Mexico

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This wouldn't be happening if it was Victor's ship, they would have just crashed into it!

Negotiation?

What's there to negotiate with a drug trafficker.

But the captain refused to agree, even clinging to Casare's legs, crying and wailing.

After all, he was a policeman, required to protect the "legal property" of "legitimate citizens".

Plus, Victor wanted to hear what they had to say, too.

Four drug traffickers climbed up the ladder along the side of the ship, and as soon as they reached the deck, they were held down. Startled, they began to struggle and resist.

"Don't panic, we're just checking for contraband," Casare said with a smile, standing in front of them.

Hiss...

An officer pulled down a drug trafficker's pants, revealing a Mickey Mouse logo.

"Hey, buddy, cover that up before Disney's legal team sues," Casare joked as he shouted.

"I just wanted to check if he was hiding a bomb up his ass," the officer said seriously, groping the other man's buttocks and remarking how round they were.

The trafficker was so angry he almost got up to fight back; if it weren't for the dozens of guns trained on him, he swore he would have done it.

"Casare, this is very unfriendly!" The leading man was very thin and tried to break free with all his might, but the grip of the officers only tightened. "Let me go, you fat pig, I'm here to negotiate on behalf of Tijuana!"

That he knew his name was not at all surprising. It would be a dereliction of duty for a drug trafficking operation not to know.

"I have nothing to negotiate with a drug lord," Victor said with a cigarette in his mouth as he came out of the cabin, "How can justice possibly pander to evil?"

The man struggled to lift his head and laughed, "Victor, you call yourself justice? How many people have you killed in Mexico City..."

"Hold on."

Suddenly, Victor extended his hand, "Sorry, before you go on about my glorious deeds, could I get another cigarette? Thanks."

He smiled and then lit a new cigarette with the spent butt, "Please continue, oh and let me reiterate, those weren't people, they were drug traffickers, they were mongrels!"

"Got it?"

The man felt deeply insulted; even agents of the United States Drug Enforcement Administration would not dare to speak to a high-ranking member of a drug trafficking cartel in this way.

His gaze was sinister, with an implied threat, "You should understand, Baja California State belongs to Tijuana, opposing us will not end well for you. I came here with good intentions; there's a check for two million US Dollars in the box. All you have to do is ensure our safe passage to Guadalupe Island, and you can even get a share of the profits every year."

"I know you come from a poor family, Victor, and this country is also very poor. But you should realize that as long as you don't oppose us, you could have more money than you could ever spend. Don't you want to wake up every day in a mansion to find seven or eight women lying around you? Now… all you have to do is nod, and all this could be yours!"

The man shouted insistently, trying to seduce him, "What good is it being a filthy cop with just a few hundred bucks a month!"

Victor couldn't help but laugh out loud; this clearly angered the other party, "Isn't that I'm saying? I'll tell you, even the Governor of Baja California State is one of ours. I just have to bribe your superior; you're not getting this, are you going to take him down too?"

"Why not!"

Victor retorted, spreading his hands and looking around at the other officers, "Guys, we come from the slums of Mexico, a place riddled with drugs, filled with blood and violence. The children there are raggedy and lack hope for tomorrow. But even if I am punished by God, I will prove to all Mexicans that Mexico has its pride!"

"I will fight the drug traffickers to the end!"

"Long live the great nation of Mexico, long live the great cause of drug enforcement!"

The officers raised their weapons, cheering for Victor's name.

It must be said, he had the ability to incite people's hearts.

"Kill the others, hang a rope around his neck, make a few cuts on his arms to bleed, then throw him into the water and drag him along. I want to see if the sharks will eat him!"

"You can't kill me, my brother-in-law is Eduardo Arellano Felix from the Tijuana Cartel!" the man shouted strenuously.

Victor looked at him, "I'm sorry, I can't notify him to save you. If needed, next time I'll make sure to have him come meet you."

"Kill them."

The Felix who was also one of the Tijuana Ramon brothers, the second eldest, nicknamed: "Doctor".

At Victor's command, several drug traffickers who heard it became agitated, one of them forcefully shoving the jail guard, trying to rush towards Victor, but was knocked down to the ground by a punch from an approaching EDM member.

He pulled out a dagger and stabbed it through his neck.

The Norwegian captain and several sailors in the distance couldn't help shivering.

The drug trafficker struggled on the deck like a dead fish, his entire eyes beginning to turn white, blood gushing from the wound, dying in a particularly gruesome way.

The traffickers on the assault boats below realized something was amiss above, fired a shot into the sky, intending to inquire about what had happened, only to hear someone on the deck shouting in desperation, "The traffickers have opened fire, return fire! Return fire!"

"????"

Before the traffickers on the speedboats could react, bullets slanted towards them—the weapons of the EDM reserves were also of excellent quality.

They were equipped with Ultimax machine guns manufactured by the Singapore Chartered Industries, each weighing less than 10 pounds, with good controllability and recoil, and the points were affordable, requiring only 670 points.

Each squad of ten people was equipped with 22 of them.

Shooting downwards with machine guns, especially over the sea surface, such an unscrupulous method of attack, instantly turned the water red with blood.

"They're shooting! They're shooting!"

Officials at the dock quickly grabbed binoculars and saw the scene of the traffickers being gunned down, cursing Victor nonstop, and when they finally saw that man being tied with ropes and thrown off the ship, they shouted in anger, "Idiot! I'm going to file a complaint against him; he's murdering citizens of Baja California State!"

No one around paid any attention to him.

They were shocked by what they had witnessed.

Indeed, they had heard of the name Victor Carlos Vieri, but could not imagine he would be so "bold!"

This was the Tijuana Cartel!

Those who offended him did not care if you were young or old, men or women; they would kill you all.

There was once a day when the number of people he killed filled the local morgue!

He had also successively murdered four mayors subordinate to Baja California State, utterly brazen.

Here, you either collaborated with him, or you died.

As for those like Victor who resisted.

They likely faced no good end.

Of course, Victor wasn't aware of the thoughts of those "cowards" ashore. He looked down at the man being dragged below.

"Boss, the sharks are coming!" Casare, with keen eyes, pointed to the distance and said.

This area was a gathering place for great white sharks...

Victor, following the direction pointed by Casare, indeed saw sharks with their dorsal fins showing, attracted by the smell of blood.

"What do you think, will the sharks get high if they eat the drug traffickers?"

Casare: "????"

What kind of question is that?

"Probably not."

Victor nodded thoughtfully, "That's good; the great whites around Guadalupe Island need not worry about food then."

Casare's scalp went numb at once, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Boss, do you worship... Satan?"

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