Chapter 158 The Locals Are Very Rude!

After the press conference was over.

After Victor took a group photo with Cuauhcmote and some DEA officials, they were about to leave when the female reporter from the Los Angeles Times came over.

"Mr. Victor."

She called out, and when the other party turned around, "Can I give you an in-depth interview?"

Victor looked at his watch and said with a smile, "Sorry, miss, I have to go back to Lower California in the afternoon, I'm afraid..."

The female reporter was not discouraged. She took out a business card and handed it over, shaking the blonde bangs on her forehead, "Then can you give me your business card?"

Victor glanced at the other party. She was wearing jeans, about 175 cm tall, and had a great figure. Of course, he was not such a vulgar person. He saw the efforts of a girl in the journalistic industry and glanced at Casare next to him.

Lacritus said: "Looking at the eyes is the most reliable..."

Casare handed over a business card.

"Thank you! God bless you, Mr. Victor."

"God bless you too."

The female reporter walked away with long legs. Victor looked at her, took the business card from Casare and looked at it, and raised his eyebrows.

"Belsaria Rumsfeld!"

This surname...

It's not common in the United States, but it's very famous.

"Boss, do you want to check her identity?" Casare suddenly said beside him. Victor turned his head and saw the smirking face. He smiled, "Why would an ordinary reporter check her?"

This guy definitely thinks he is greedy for the other person.

"Mr. Victor, Mr. Kuaukmot is waiting for you in the office." Secretary Nunez came over and said softly, hesitating, "Mr. seems a little unhappy."

Victor glanced at him and saw that the other person's eyes were very sincere.

Hmm...

A very smart guy, he knew where to lean on at this time.

Victor smiled and nodded, walked towards Kuaukmot's office, knocked on the door, and saw the other person leaning against the bookcase and looking out through the window as soon as he entered.

"Nunez, you go out." Cuauhkmote said, and the secretary closed the door and left obediently.

"Victor! Jonathan Aragon and six consortium leaders died at home!" Cuauhkmote turned his head, frowned, and stared at him, "Did you know?"

Victor looked at him and spread his hands, "I know, today is the first day of the establishment of the Narcotics Control Bureau, and it is also the Anti-Drug Day. We found that Mr. Jonathan Aragon and others were gathering to take drugs and had a large amount of drugs, but why did they die? I think they were preparing to resist."

Well, your eyebrows moved, you must be pulling out a gun, you must be shooting, then I can only kill you first.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm in charge of the work of the Drug Enforcement Administration, Cuauhkmote."

"But that's Jonathan Aragon and several people in charge of the consortium!"

"Then what?"

Victor smiled, "In the cause of drug control, I never care about the other party's identity. I have spared Jonathan Aragon once, but he doesn't cherish it. There's nothing I can do. I can only send him to see God."

Cuauhkmote is very smart. He knows that Jonathan and his men may have cooperated with drug dealers, but the fundamental reason why Victor killed them is that he dislikes them for getting in the way!

Latin American military leaders all do this.

They never talk about reason, only talk about caliber, and are more pragmatic.

"Jonathan has been my friend for 30 years." Cuauhkmote said after a moment of silence.

"Then you can change one, sir. You can still live for 60 years and find two more friends." Victor said with a smile. Seeing that the other party's expression was still solemn, he also slightly restrained his smile. "I will not compromise with anyone who intends to hinder the anti-drug cause. They stand on the opposite side of me. What they should consider is learning how to keep their eyes open when sleeping and how to breathe in the toilet."

Kuaukmot once again sensed Victor's toughness!

He was quiet for a while and nodded slowly, "I support your decision. I don't ask about anti-drug matters, but I hope you can tell me if there are people with sensitive identities."

Victor nodded, "Of course no problem, I maintain my respect for you, Kuaukmot."

This made the other party's face look a little better. He took out an unopened book from the table and handed it to him, "You will return to Lower California in the afternoon. This is my gift to you."

Victor took it and looked at it. He was stunned. "My Struggle"? !

But he still smiled and thanked him.

After another two minutes of dry chatting, Victor walked out of the office and handed the book to Casare.

"Help me throw it away."

"???" Casare was stunned, "Boss, this book is still new."

"What's so good about a loser's book!"

"After the drug ban is successful, "Victor's Quotations" will be the best-selling one."

Casare was stunned.

…

Alejandro was promoted to governor of Lower California, and the first document he signed was to move the capital to Tijuana, which has a wider development.

Mexicali, Ensenada and Guadalupe Island will form a new "economic zone", and Casare Gonzalez will be the mayor.

Victor will be responsible for all armed forces in the state!

His authority has been expanded a lot.

In front of Tijuana's famous Rosarito Beach is the new security department building, where the Drug Enforcement Administration, the National Defense Guard and other offices are located.

It's very lively with people coming in and out.

The 300 meters from the entrance are prohibited to approach, in order to be careful of drug dealers' suicide bombs. There is also an apron on the top floor, and two AH-64s nicknamed "Apache" are parked!

It was surrounded by layers of security agencies, EDTV, and EDN (Mexico Emergency Response Team).

This area suddenly became the center of Tijuana, and housing prices rose accordingly.

In an office at this time.

Victor held a cigarette in his mouth and listened to the report of the police officer below. On a whim, he wanted to hear about the efficiency of the Tijuana grassroots police station and solve some problems.

"We received a total of 2,176 reports in June, and solved 2,170 of them. The case handling rate reached 99%!" The head of the Tijuana Police Department talked loudly, and his words were full of saliva.

"How long have you been sitting in this position?" Victor suddenly asked, frowning.

"3 years".

"Then why do I have a piece of information here showing that a total of 7,712 people have disappeared in Tijuana in the past three years! 2,176 of them are foreigners. In the past June, 322 people were missing. The families of these people have reported the case. You solved it ?"

Victor threw the documents collected by the intelligence department in front of him and said with a dark face, "From today on, you go home, damn! Even a leashed dog can do things better than you at this efficiency."

He slapped the table and stood up, "You all should retire and give up your position."

This is his purpose.

We plan to place some police officers who have made meritorious deeds in the police force, but who can no longer adapt to high-intensity training due to injuries, into positions. From top to bottom, they have to be our own people.

The people in charge of the police station below looked at each other, opened their mouths, and trembled in fear when they saw Victor's cold eyes.

Retire directly in place.

After they walked out with their heads lowered, they happened to pass by a group of young police officers.

"Bah! Victor...is going to use these guys? Do they know how to handle cases?" the chief of Tijuana's 12th neighborhood said angrily, "I have worked in the police force for 20 years, and he asked me to retire..."

"If you speak louder, maybe you don't need to retire and just reincarnate." The chief of the 13th block next to him interrupted.

The former stuck its neck immediately, like a chicken.

"Mr. Lucas, what should we do?"

Everyone looked at the chief of the Tijuana Police Department, who frowned and looked at them, "What should we do? What else are you going to do? I am 56 years old, and I am satisfied with being able to retire, especially when Victor comes to power. You all know his temper. He didn’t have time to take care of him before, but now he’s in charge of the police station. It’s impossible to let him go. If he can make us decent, we have to obey him.”

After saying that, he left.

The chiefs of other neighborhoods looked at each other, some of them were unwilling to do so, but what could they do? Baja California was Victor's choice!

I can only sigh and walk away.

In the conference room.

Victor looked at the police officers in front of him, "Many of you have been following me for a long time, and of course there are also new ones."

He said, nodding towards Sweet and his little friend, Piet.

Originally, they would not be included in the promotion list, but due to Kennedy's recommendation and the credit for catching Armando, all the team members of the "Fishermen Organization" were promoted.

Sweet and Piet looked at Victor excitedly. When they knew that they would be the heads of the neighborhood police station, they didn't sleep well for two whole nights!

"I have one request right now, to severely crack down on other criminal organizations in Tijuana. Do you know what the United States calls our city now?"

"Fecal! (Shit!)"

"This makes me very unhappy. Don't I want to lose face?"

"The local gangs are very rude. I didn't come, but they still behaved like this. I came, and they still don't back down. Isn't it just a waste of my coming? Beat me! I'll beat the one who shows up!"

"Especially in Blocks 12 and 11, there are the most drug addicts, thieves, refugees and illegal immigrants. In addition to greeting the local gangs, we also have to log them into their household registrations. The task is very difficult. Which of you will do it?"

"Director, I'm going to Block 11!" An EDM veteran raised his hand. There was a scar on his face. The one eye looked strange and he was blind.

"Director, leave Block 12 to me." Sweet also raised his hand.

"Okay, I'll leave these two places to you. I will send EDN (Mexico Emergency Response Team) to assist you. I have only one request, let the locals be polite!"

"Yes, sir!"

everyone stood up and shouted.

Victor's identity is that he can't talk to the gangsters. That would be a loss of status. Have you ever seen any president go to fight bandits?

Just leave it to the people below.

After the tasks were arranged, a group of people came out of the conference room.

Piette pulled Sweet excitedly, "Man, what are you going to do? I can't wait to show off my skills."

"What should we do? Sweep over, some of us have guns, why are we keeping a low profile? You pick up the brothers tonight, and I'll apply for EDN3 teams, bring rocket launchers and flamethrowers, and go sweep away gangsters and evil!"

Sweet's eyes glowed.

He has long been dissatisfied with local security.

Tijuana has a permanent population of more than 3 million, which breeds a lot of filth. Now if the boss wants to clean it up, let's do it.

When inviting guests to dinner, you have to clean your own house first.

Drug traffickers are the cancer of Mexico.

And those gangs are the branches around the cancer.

You can't ignore them, otherwise they will like to take advantage of you.