Working as a police officer in Mexico

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Boom~

Confetti scattered.

Applause thundered.

In the central square of Mexicali, a grand award ceremony was being held.

Victor and Alejandro were rewarding individuals who had performed exceptionally during the "Mexicali Drug War."

"Congratulations, young man, I hope you keep up the good work!"

Carlos, nicknamed Rookie, excitedly took the "First Class Mexican Combat Hero Medal" and a check for half a million Pesos from Alejandro's hands. His thighs were so stiff that he could hardly move as he descended the stage.

"That's awesome! Let me take a look." His teammate quickly "snatched" the medal from his hands—it was about the width of two fingers, with Victor's portrait on the front and a phrase on the back that read: "¡¡Siempre leal a Víctor! (Always loyal to Victor!)"

"This is real," his teammate said, surprised at the heft of the medal.

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"This is real, Director Victor, are these made of gold?" A female reporter shouted.

What did she mean by that? Did she look down on Duke Victor?

During the raid on the drug traffickers in Dan Senada City, they had found several hundred pounds of gold. Victor had taken a portion of that gold to be forged into medals, as rewards for those with outstanding contributions.

Plus half a million Pesos!

Combining faith with material rewards was sure to yield unexpected results.

Victor smiled at the camera, "I know that for certain reasons in Mexico, the policing profession is looked down upon by everyone. This is a societal tragedy. Law enforcement should be upholding the law and justice, but the reality is often that policemen become the lackeys of drug traffickers."

"I will not allow this!"

"I will significantly improve the welfare and honor of the police officers and ensure that any officer fighting for Mexico will not bow down to material needs!"

"I also sincerely invite people of ambition to join us and help create a better life for the Mexican people!"

The reporter glanced at the cameraman who nodded, so she put away the microphone, "Thank you for the interview, Mr. Victor."

"It's the least I can do."

Watching the reporter walk away, Alejandro came over, "Are you really planning to reform the government departments?"

"We need a strong government, not a lax organization!"

"Artillery can solve fundamental problems, but it's the system that resolves conflicts!"

Victor was dissatisfied with the extremely fragmented current state of the police department. Mexico lacked a unified civil servant examination system, with recruitment done locally, which led many big drug traffickers to become police officers in their country when they couldn't make it in the United States.

Gallardo, El Mencho, Guzman had all damn been policemen.

Was the Mexican Police Department a "Drug Lord Creation Camp"?

With the recruitment of mixed-quality police officers and the corruption within the Mexican Government, did you think law and order could be good?

During the Tlatelolco Massacre of 1968, riot police got paid thirty Pesos to knock down a student, which led to the subsequent world-shocking massacre.

What Victor wanted was loyal, faithful officers who fought ceaselessly. Chapter Find:

Plainly speaking, he needed centralization!

"As soon as I return to Ensenada City, I will hold a selection and eliminate all the unfit civil servants."

Victor lit a cigarette with a match, "Alejandro, the new struggle has already begun!"

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After the "Mexicali Drug War" that would surely be recorded in history, the major drug trafficking groups vanished for a few days.

But just when everyone thought they would lick their wounds for a while,

Juarez officially announced its merger with the Michoacán Family!!!

They proclaimed to the outside world, "Juarez—Michoacán" Group.

And on the television stations under their actual control within their territories, they released a propaganda film.

Under the glamorous lights, more than a dozen brightly dressed women danced, revealing glimpses of grandeur in their movements, while large amounts of US Dollars lay on the carpet beside them.

Stack after stack...

There had to be over a hundred million dollars.

In another scene, a group of police officers wore shabby uniforms and carried outdated weapons as they nibbled on corn. Smelling the aroma from the mansions, one of them couldn't stand it any longer, threw down his weapon, and ran to the door to join the drug traffickers.

He transformed in an instant—his worn police uniform became an expensive suit, and his destitute appearance turned into that of a "successful man."

He smiled at the camera, "Join the Juarez—Michoacán group, and add flavor to your life."

This commercial was then looped across the eleven states under their joint control.

Yes...

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There are a total of 32 states in Mexico, and they control 11, surpassing Sinaloa to become the current number one drug trafficking group.

The director of a television station in Hidalgo State under their control refused to air the short film.

This angered Aguilar, who sent more than a dozen drug traffickers armed with submachine guns charging into the television station and opening fire on the innocent staff inside.

By the time the police arrived, an hour had passed since the alarm was raised, and it seemed as if there was an unspoken agreement between them, "You come, I leave."

This resulted in the death of 19 television station employees.

The director of the television station was kidnapped.

Three days later, his head was found at the entrance of the police station, but his body had vanished into thin air.

This kind of behavior clearly frightened other television station heads, who had no choice but to hold their noses and loop the broadcast.

Looking at the piles of US Dollars and the women dancing erotically, who could resist?

A local force of 1200 in Juarez surrendered on the spot...

Turning from the regular army into the ranks of gunmen for the drug traffickers!

Damn!

Seeing this, other organizations thought, oh, it's possible to do it like this, and each started to play the public opinion game, some hiring young models, some adult film stars, and others planning on hiring Hollywood directors to make films for them.

It really was...like the old sparrow puckering its butt—tasting the sweetness.

It fully demonstrated one point: as long as drug traffickers are willing to spend money, in the short term, many people can be drawn into their ranks.

Throughout April and early May.

Approximately 20,000 active duty soldiers and police officers in Mexico were "reorganized" by drug traffickers.

One really wonders, is Mexico still a country?

At that time.

Murders erupted all around!

Public security plummeted alarmingly.

Of course, there were those who did not wish to surrender to the drug traffickers, and these people took their families to seek refuge in Baja California, but the drug traffickers would not allow them to run.

The drug traffickers also knew that population was an important asset—who would do the planting? Who would handle the transport?

So they tried by all means to stop them from escaping.

For a time, the border area of Sonora State adjacent to Baja California became a frontline of confrontation.

The scent of gunpowder was unbelievably thick in the air.

And at this time, Victor was at his stronghold—Guadalupe Island.

Hosting the unveiling ceremony for the "Victor Statue."

That's right, his beloved islanders had spontaneously raised funds to erect a statue in honor of their beloved police chief.

It stood about three meters high!

And was placed at a high point in the center of the newly opened "Victor Park."

Standing there, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, he seemed to be blessing the peace of Guadalupe Island.

"This was an unnecessary expense; the public shouldn't have to spend their money on this,"

Seeing the boss's happy expression, Casare knew what to say, "The per capita disposable income on Guadalupe Island for the new quarter is 600 Pesos a month, which is a whopping 120% higher than last year. You've improved people's lives, so they're willing to chip in a bit."

Victor was utterly pleased by these words, looking at his right-hand man thinking, indeed, he was a confidant, "How would you like to be the first mayor of Guadalupe Island?"

"???" Fatty Tiger was completely baffled. Could flattery really propel someone that fast?

"This... Mayor?" Casare stammered, "Is that possible?"

Victor patted his shoulder, "Here, there's no question of possibility, only whether you're willing or not!"

The role of mayor involved managing lots of trivial matters, and Casare was perfect for it; it would serve as good practice, and Victor planned to propel him up when the time was right.

With Victor's support, even if you were a dog, you'd be able to hold a high position.

"As long as the boss wants me to be mayor, I'll be mayor!"

"Then take office tomorrow."

A smile crossed Casare's face.

Indeed, choosing the right person to follow was more important than any other choice.

"So what should I do first, boss?"

"Go to Mexicali and apply for tax autonomy for Guadalupe Island!"

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