Chapter 52 I Hate It Most when People Pretend

Chapter 52 I hate it most when people pretend to be…

The next day.

Victor got off the armored vehicle with a tired face.

He was so “great” that he was afraid that drug lords would continue to cause trouble at night, so he took EDM to the most prosperous “Central Avenue” in Mexico City.

It was about… 300 meters away from the City Hall.

In fact, he didn’t believe in the integrity of politicians. If they didn’t give you the opportunity to “interrogate” you and directly sent soldiers to arrest you, then Victor might be able to kill those high-ranking masters with one shot?

He has been like this since he was a child and can’t trust others.

“Boss, your phone number, Mr. Alejandro.” Kennedy Heisenberg got out of the armored vehicle and handed him the phone.

Victor let go, shook his bird, wiped his hand on Kennedy, took the phone, smiled and said, “Good morning, Alejandro.”

See, he didn’t even call the director.

"Where are you? I just informed you that the morning time has been adjusted to 8:05."

Victor looked at his watch and saw that it was 8 o'clock. He immediately understood that those big men wanted to give him a warning.

"Tell them to adjust it to 8:30 and come back after I have breakfast."

Alejandro knew that this would happen. Those idiots wanted to suppress his arrogance?

You have to find a woman to help blow it up!

"Victor, it will not do you any good to confront them head-on." Alejandro persuaded, pinching his temple.

"Sir, I am a straightforward person. If they don't like me, just come and shoot me. If they don't have the guts, ask them to sit down and wait until I finish my meal, and then I will talk to them."

He hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone in the mobile phone, Alejandro cursed helplessly and frowned. He knew that Victor's money was not easy to take, so he had to take a deep breath, get out of the car with his briefcase, and walk into the city hall.

Of course Victor couldn't go to eat. The gunfight just ended yesterday and martial law was still in place. You couldn't even see the vendors.

He just sat in the car until the time came and smoked a cigarette.

You have to jump. If you don't jump, people will think you are an honest person who is easy to bully. Don't believe in the bullshit that gold will shine. If you are covered with a rag, you will never be able to turn over in your life.

Especially in a violent place like Mexico.

Want to suppress me, Victor?

I'll beat your ass!

Victor dragged his feet until 8:40 before he took 10 EDM members to the city hall. He went alone and was more "scared".

Although there were guards at the door of the city hall, they did not come forward to question or ask the team members to unload their weapons. This is not in line with the "Mexican national conditions".

I went all the way to the third floor and stood at the door. I could hear angry questioning from inside. It was a woman, "Alejandro! Where's Victor!"

"Too lawless, too arrogant! I've never seen such a government official."

Victor pushed the door open with force and shouted loudly, "Then I'll let you see him."

The space inside was relatively wide. The 12 interrogators sat in a circle. Alejandro was standing in the middle and being scolded by them. He still had a timid smile on his face.

The interrogators were 8 men and 4 women. Victor glanced at them casually.

They were all smoky bastards.

Victor adjusted his clothes and walked to Alejandro in the eyes of everyone. He looked around and spread his hands, "Ladies and gentlemen, where is my seat?"

The bureaucrats came back to their senses.

They saw a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a fitted black suit. He looked about 40 years old, still charming, and had a big penis.

She sat on the left side, with a sullen face, "Victor, you are late..."

The voice was the one who had just reprimanded Alejandro.

Victor interrupted her, "Late? Is it your time or mine? I don't accept yours."

The interrogators were shocked by such a direct confrontation.

"Victor! Do you know what you are saying? You are a prisoner now..."

"Shut up!"

Victor rushed over with a ferocious expression, slamming his hands on the table, "I am outside with the drug dealers in a gunfight, and you are here to give orders, what qualifications do you have to say that I am a prisoner?"

He grabbed the other's clothes and pulled hard, and saw a butterfly painted on his shoulder, smiling disdainfully, "What is this?"

Without waiting for the other to speak, he slapped her directly and shouted loudly, "What is this!"

The force was not light, and the woman fell to the ground directly, half of her face was swollen. Victor pointed at her and cursed, "You are a staff member of the Mexican government department, acting like a bitch, and you are talking about me? What qualifications do you have to talk about me, what qualifications do you have to talk about Alejandro?"

"Hehe~" A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit on the other person.

"If you are dirty, get out of the way. Don't get in my way." Victor lifted the other person's chair, dragged it to the middle, sat down directly, crossed his legs, and looked at others aggressively, "Sir, I have a herniated disc in my waist, and it is uncomfortable to stand. Is it okay to take a chair?"

The other female interrogators next to her hurriedly helped her, and the latter had tears on her face.

Don't look at her crying, Victor saw that her resume was very "amazing".

Senior assistant of the security department.

Mistress of Zambada, a senior leader of Sinaloa!

She is also a socialite wandering around senior officials of the security department.

Often selling military and police anti-drug information to Zambada, the Sinaloa Cartel has escaped crises several times.

Such a person...

You want to judge me?

I didn't break you, which means I have a flexible moral bottom line.

Victor will never reconcile with gambling and drugs in his life.

Victor's "brutal index" was suddenly maxed out in everyone's mind. This guy must be a little mentally abnormal or twisted.

Bang bang bang!

I heard the sound of a hammer hitting the table.

I saw a middle-aged man sitting in the middle. He looked very upright, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His face was also ugly. "Victor, I will write down the fact that you insulted and beat your superiors in the meeting minutes. This is very unfavorable to you. I hope you can correct your attitude."

"We came to you just to understand the cause of the incident. We received many anonymous reports saying that you abused prisoners in prison. Is this true?"

"No." Victor said firmly.

"Then how do you explain the abuse of prisoners?"

"You can ask the reporter to come over so that I can confront him face to face."

Don't worry, I won't beat him to death!

The middle-aged man nodded, and suddenly raised his head, "Someone said you killed prisoners yesterday. What do you have to say about this?"

Victor spread his hands, "Slander, this is a complete slander. If you have evidence, please arrest me."

"Then how do you explain that there are suddenly fewer than a thousand people in the Plateau Prison."

Victor looked at him deeply. It seemed that the security department also had spies in there, but he was still very calm, "They escaped from the prison. There was a riot yesterday, and they all ran away."

This technique of lying with open eyes made the interrogator feel a little tricky.

"It seems that your ability to manage the prison is not very good, Officer Victor." The middle-aged man looked at him and said.

"Then you should commit suicide, sir, because you can't even control Mexican drug dealers."

This remark seemed to anger the middle-aged man, who slapped the table and stood up, "Please pay attention to your attitude."

Victor had been impatient for a long time and stood up from the chair. Alejandro was startled, thinking that he was going to beat him up, and hurriedly pulled him and whispered, "You can't fight this person. This is the anti-drug commander of the security department."

This position is quite high.

Victor broke away from Alejandro, walked up to the middle-aged man, put his hands on the table, and just looked at him. The other man was not willing to be outdone and confronted him.

He looked like a pretty good bureaucrat.

"Mr. Luciano, I admire you."

Victor suddenly smiled and reached out to brush off the other's clothes. "You slept at your mistress's house last night and came to work today. Didn't you smoke all the money yesterday?"

"Oh, by the way, you'd better hide the money Tijuana sent. You'll be sad if you lose it."

Luciano's eyes flashed, and his expression suddenly became ugly. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"You are worthy of messing with me, Victor?" He grabbed the other's collar and pulled him over. He picked up the meeting minutes on his desk, looked at the negative comments on himself, and smiled, "It seems that you have an opinion about me. Change it to Victor is brave, smart, and excellent."

"Impossible, you are threatening and slandering the superior, I will...Ah!!!"

Victor pulled out a dagger and pierced his hand directly, and the table was pierced, and blood oozed out.

"I hate others pretending to be cool the most! SIr!"

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