Working as a police officer in Mexico

"From now on, Guadalupe Island will be our turf!" Victor exhaled a puff of smoke, moving from a jail guard to a police station director wasn't easy.

But in his plan, this place was merely a stepping-stone. First, he needed to secure his base, then he would counter-attack the inland cities of Mexico. The entire Latin America continent would need a greeting from the "drug control" iron fist!

Drugs are the most "disgusting" thing in the world!

They must be eradicated!

"Should we get some more defensive weapons? I heard the drug traffickers even have submarines. Should we set up some cannons at the dock?" Casare quietly suggested.

Having tasted the benefits of firepower, he couldn't forget it even now.

"It would be best if we could set up an anti-air defense too. All the big cartels have air routes, if anyone flies over, we shoot them down directly!"

Casare became more and more excited as he spoke.

Men...

When they're together, they talk about three things, women, politics, military.

Do they talk about how much chicken costs at the market entrance?

They probably know the red light district very well.

"Should we blow up the mountain, then stuff some missiles in there?" Victor couldn't help but laugh as he said it.

Casare was taken aback, he looked up, pausing for two to three seconds before asking, "Boss... can you get missiles?"

!!!

"Do you think I'm a warlord?"

Casare stayed silent, just looking at his own boss. Victor felt a bit of a tingle on his scalp under his gaze, pointing at him and saying, "Don't slander me, we're heavily armed police!"

"The drug trafficker firepower is so fierce, the caliber isn't big, it really makes me feel insecure."

Casare didn't say a word, just nodded vigorously.

Everything you say is right, boss.

As Victor cursed twice and walked back to the office, he said at the doorway, "Military control is canceled, and from now on, December 27th will be set as 'Guadalupe Island Freedom Day' to celebrate Guadalupe Island becoming the first strictly no drug trafficker area in Mexico."

Yes!

No drug traffickers.

Bring one, kill one. Even if a drug trafficker has freaking multiple lives, it wouldn't be enough for Uncle Victor to kill.

"I think we need a spokesperson for the police force," Casare suggested.

The thought of a TV presenter with a big mouth from his days as a jail guard in Mexico City popped into Victor's head. He shared his choice, and Casare looked at him with a strange expression, "Boss, Mexican TV stations have their own staff."

"Then we'll increase her salary. I believe she will make a choice," he said.

Casare always felt that Victor's intentions weren't very pure.

...

The police station had lifted the military control!

This should be the best news.

It meant that the many people who lived by setting up stalls could come out and work.

Finally, there was a bit of liveliness at night.

But not everyone liked this way of life.

On the steps of the park sat many people, sighing and groaning, while gulping down cheap beer.

"Gilipollas (Asshole!), Victor... I..." a bare-chested middle-aged man smashed his bottle on the ground, a bit too much alcohol in his system. His companion hurriedly pulled him back, "Do you have a death wish? Is this someone you can curse?"

The middle-aged man shuddered and sat down quietly, continuing his heavy sighs and groans.

They were all "contract workers" for the drug trafficking groups, also colloquially known as downstream dealers, transporters, laborers, and so on.

Why can't the Mexican drug traffickers be completely eradicated?

Because many people rely on them for their livelihood.

Take Guadalupe Island for example; there are no industrial factories, and since it's an active volcanic island, many economic crops aren't suitable for cultivation. Many people depend on drug traffickers to make a living.

This is also why the drug war started by Calderon in 2006 ultimately ended with a "government surrender." The government couldn't solve the people's livelihood problems. After capturing Guzman, there would still be Armando, El Mencho, and others.

The line between a farmer losing their livelihood and becoming a rioter is paper-thin.

Many inebriated locals started causing trouble, but the situation remained under control.

The next day when Victor went to work, his senior assistant Casare handed him an incident report, "Boss, we received 22 calls last night, 14 of which were brawls. I think we should find something for the locals to do."

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Casare closed the door and turned around, "We could set up a factory like at Plateau Prison, let Best go to California in the United States to find some orders. With so many people on Guadalupe Island, we can definitely become Mexico's largest sub-contracting factory."

Damn...

Who says there are no smart people in Mexico?

Guadalupe Island currently has just over 70,000 people. Where else in the world does a factory employ that many people?

"And we can control the local resources, letting the islanders earn as much as they spend. The money will just end up back in our pockets, right?"

Due to its unique geographical location, most of Guadalupe Island's supplies come from external purchases. There are two companies on the island similar to grain and oil stores. When the time comes, we can directly take them over!

If they disagree...

Cough cough... Victor would definitely not resort to any tactics.

He is a good guy after all.

Victor carefully pondered Casare's idea and felt it had high feasibility. If they didn't address the employment issues, these people with nothing to do would soon form new crime groups.

This would create a vicious cycle.

"Furthermore, for the handwork, we don't have to gather them together. They can take the work home. If we need an assembly line, we can requisition the city hall. It's huge and barely used; might as well turn it into a factory."

"So you've thought this through?" Victor looked at Casare with a peculiar expression, "That's not like you."

"I'm thinking about making progress, aren't I? I always have to learn when following you, Boss. If we maintain Guadalupe Island well, the Mexican Government... cough, even if the drug traffickers want to act against us, we can organize a militia in a short span."

He almost let his true thoughts slip.

Being an emperor in this place couldn't feel more thrilling!

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By then...

With Victor Boss's reputation, he could definitely run for office.

By that time, what surname would Mexico bear?

Ding~~ Ring~

The phone on the desk rang abruptly, interrupting their enthusiastic conversation. Victor picked up the phone and his expression immediately turned solemn, "Okay, I understand." He hung up after saying this.

"Go to the dock; Gulf Group has sent someone to redeem the shipment."

Casare was also startled by this news.

"Boss, are we going to let them take it back? Wouldn't that continue to harm others?"

Victor smiled broadly, "They have to bring money to redeem their goods, right? Let's 'invite' them in. Once they set foot on Guadalupe Island, we can arrest them. Then their money becomes our spoils of war, doesn't it?"

Sinister!

Truly sinister!

Casare gave a thumbs-up, "Boss, you're absolutely right!"

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