Working as a police officer in Mexico

The drug traffickers besieging the convoy were quickly defeated.

There's no artillery coverage yet.

It's just that it's inside the city now, not in line with Duke Victor's "interests." After all, he's here to kill drug traffickers. If civilians were to be injured, those reporters would definitely write nonsense.

Should we…

Kill the reporters too?

And the cleanup inside the TV station was also coming to an end. Seeing the "supporting forces" scattered, many drug traffickers simply surrendered.

"Calling Number One!!" an excited voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"What is it?"

"We've captured Zambada!"

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The "rookie" Carlos blushed with a shy smile, but stood tall and proud. The captain was also dumbstruck, continuously patting his shoulder, "Kid, you're going to be rich!"

The officers beside him looked at Carlos with envious eyes.

Behind him, next to the Humvee, many people were bound with ropes, squatting down looking disheveled, with bandages tied around them; those who were squatting were clearly still alive, and there were others lying beside them.

"The Director is here!"

An officer shouted from the outskirts, and everyone dispersed as Victor and his entourage walked in. He glanced at the squatting drug traffickers, and Casare immediately grabbed a man in a suit by the hair, pulling him to his feet.

"Boss, it's Zambada!"

The man was clearly frightened as well, "Don't kill me, I can surrender, I know where Guzman is, I can help you catch him."

Victor completely disregarded this statement as if it were flatulence.

If every drug lord was easy to capture, would the Yanks offer so much money for them?

"Who caught him?" Victor shouted.

The captain hurriedly pushed Carlos forward, shouting, "Director, it was him."

Victor turned his head and looked at Carlos's epaulette, an intern officer—a new "intern" who had just joined.

He had thought it was a veteran officer from some EDM.

Carlos, seeing Victor, was obviously very nervous, quickly stood at attention and saluted, "Hello, Director."

"Not bad, not bad at all!"

Victor happily patted his arm, "This is a great achievement. What do you want?"

"Director, can I... can I get a house first?" Carlos asked boldly.

Best, Victor's "money-making tool," believed real estate was the most profitable.

Moreover, as long as Mexico was stable, real estate prices would definitely rise, so Victor's "Hope" Group took several plots of land in Dan Senada City and Guadalupe Island at an extremely low cost.

One of these plots was planned to be developed into "Officers' Homes," where outstanding officers could receive a house with four bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, about 170 square meters in size.

Of course, they would only have usage rights, not exclusive selling rights.

Both the Guadalupe Island Police Station and the Counter-Terrorism Mobile Unit (EDTV) could enjoy this benefit.

Though currently short on funds, uncertain about staff, and lacking equipment, when this news was released, it caused quite a stir among the officers.

Many people wanted to get a house there.

This could be considered one of Victor's methods of winning people over.

People needed to see the benefits of following you; otherwise, why would they follow you?

Those who fight for a belief are, after all, a rare few.

Victor was taken aback and said with a smile, "Do you know how much the Americans are offering as a reward for this man?"

Carlos shook his head, "I'm after drug traffickers with the Director; the American reward doesn't concern me."

This response was quite pleasing.

You're on a good path, lad.

"Alright, I promise you. Once the first phase is launched, you'll choose first! Moreover, I'm not that stingy. Your younger brother can enter Guadalupe Island Police Academy without any exams, and I'll also reward you with 100,000 pesos!"

"After returning, you can skip the internship and serve as a police officer!"

Carlos smiled so broadly his face crinkled up and he shouted loudly, "Thank you, Director!"

He might not even know the name of the current president, but Victor certainly holds a very high place in his heart.

Of course, Victor wasn't thinking about amassing troops for his own power.

That would be outright banditry!

What he wanted was only "peace in Mexico," and how that peace would be achieved was for him to dictate.

"Brothers, don't be jealous. Once the upheaval in Baja California is quelled, everyone will make a fortune. I won't be stingy with those who deserve it," Victor shouted, raising his hand.

"Long live Director Victor! Kill all the drug traffickers!"

That voice...

Carried far.

Full of morale.

If there were to be a mutiny at the capital of Mexicali at this time, these men would carry Victor to the governor's seat, but that's unnecessary.

He is a police officer!

He needs to be reasonable.

Victor squeezed through the police officers, and Casare quickly followed him, "Boss, what about Zambada?"

"Do you think Guzman will save him?"

"It's unlikely. Zambada is the number three man in Sinaloa, no, the number two now that Palma is dead. But that doesn't mean Guzman would want to protect him; he'd probably prefer him dead. With Zambada out of the way, Guzman would have total control," Casare said, following Victor with widened perspective.

Victor nodded, "Then we'll force him to come and save Zambada!"

"In tomorrow's phone interview, I will announce that Zambada is captured by us, and that he will be executed by firing squad in Mexicali Square in two days!"

"Zambada has been in Sinaloa for longer than Guzman, and he has two brothers serving as significant figures within the organization. The network there is complicated. If Guzman doesn't save him, there will likely be infighting."

In 2018, when Guzman's son Ovidio was arrested, armed conflict erupted in Culiacán City in Northern Mexico, and this kid was only one of the Sinaloa leaders at the time.

The Mexican Government wanted to extradite him to the United States, and that's what caused the whole commotion.

If it's a live execution!

It's like slapping the drug traffickers hard across the face.

Out of pride or loyalty to their boss, Sinaloa will definitely react.

Doesn't it resemble the "Summit War" from One Piece?

Casare swallowed hard, already imagining the repercussions of publicly executing Zambada. If that were to happen, opposition voices would rise, not only from drug traffickers but also from civilians and even from Mexico City.

"Boss... with so much commotion, there are bound to be people singing a different tune."

Victor paused, then strode into the TV station, "Then let them come and talk to me. I'm a reasonable man."

"Get all the Mexicali security department staff to see me. I really want to ask them why they are so incompetent that they can't even handle a drug trafficker!"

...

"What, Zambada was caught?!"

In a house in Mexicali, Sinaloa leader Guzman furrowed his brow upon hearing the news; beside him, Alfredo, the fourth brother of the Beltran Leyva, stood up, "Cousin, isn't this good news? With Zambada gone, you'll be the true leader."

Alfredo handled Sinaloa's money laundering business, his boss Arturo was in charge of security.

As soon as "Shorty" took over, he promoted his cousins.

This had caused dissatisfaction with Zambada and led to quite a bit of infighting. If it weren't for external pressures, they would have come to blows by now.

Guzman, smoking a cigarette and frowning, said, "What if Zambada's people insist that we save him?"

"Don't forget, he's got nearly a thousand men under him."

This statement left the Beltran Leyva brothers looking at each other in consternation.

"Why not bribe someone to kill Zambada and then pin it on the police?" Arturo, the oldest brother, was rather ruthless, immediately thinking of murder.

"These newcomer cops can't be easily bought," said Carlos, the third brother.

Guzman scowled at Arturo as they exchanged glances.

Both men thought of the same name simultaneously.

"Senior Judicial Police Commander for Baja California: Jose Herrera Duarte!!"

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