Working as a police officer in Mexico

Claudia Abrego stood on the deck, beautiful, or rather sexy. Just hearing her name, one would know she was a member of the founding family of the Gulf Group, the Abrego family.

She held a cigarette in her mouth, her eyes fixated firmly on the fully armed officers on the dock.

Dressed in desert camo, Salomon (France) combat boots, and a mask that left only a pair of eyes exposed, which were deep and oppressive.

If it weren\'t for the clear "Policía" (Police) written on the armband, Claudia Abrego might have thought some country\'s Special Forces had arrived.

She waited patiently, and about ten minutes later, she saw a Hummer drive into the dock. A fat man hopped down and walked briskly towards her, his gaze lingering on her chest for a moment.

Claudia noticed.

But her expression was calm, knowing that in Mexico, women wanting to survive in the male-dominated crime industry often had to trade on their sexuality.

All men were lascivious.

There\'s a saying in Mexico: if you want to rise, become a mistress first!

To build connections, Claudia had frequented the parties thrown by various drug traffickers, known for being "liberal."

Casare stood on the dock, without introducing himself, "Come on up, I\'ll take you to meet boss Victor."

Claudia nodded and with the help of her bodyguard, she stepped onto dry land. She wasn\'t sure if it was an illusion, but as she set her foot on the ground, the fat man seemed to show a smile, and his mouth moved slightly.

"Sir, what did you say?" Claudia asked.

"Nothing, Guadalupe Island welcomes you," Casare said with a cheerful smile, even personally opening the car door for her.

In fact, what he had just muttered was... "The money is in the account!"

The Hummer drove through the residential areas with Claudia, encountering children in split pants who, instead of being afraid when they saw the vehicle, teased each other and chased it.

Claudia was thoughtful. She had heard about the situation on Guadalupe Island. Apparently, the local Director from a Mexican rural village was ruthless, eliminating all the drug traffickers on the island!

At first, she thought it was an exaggeration, but in Ensenada City, she had seen the corpses.

Half eaten by sharks.

The Gulf Group\'s higher-ups thought this was a formidable opponent, so they sent Claudia to retrieve the shipment at all costs.

After all, to men, a beautiful woman\'s body was also a target for conquest.

The addicts opposite were already howling for their fix.

The Hummer drove straight to the police station.

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Patrol cars were everywhere on the road.

In the police station, Claudia even saw armored vehicles and cannons, some of which were covered by awnings. Was this the military or the police?

Claudia\'s anxiety spiked. If the Mexican Police were all this well-equipped, what was the point in resisting? Better to just surrender.

Unacceptable. When she got back, she would definitely suggest to the bosses that they upgrade the Gulf Group\'s equipment, complete with helicopters.

Casare led Claudia upstairs, knocking on the door. After hearing \'come in\' from inside the office, he pushed the door open.

Claudia turned her head and saw a man sitting behind the desk, with dark, short hair, deep-set eyes, a cigarette cocked at an angle in his mouth. His face wasn\'t particularly handsome, but the lines were sharp and strong.

"A lady?"

Victor smiled, pointing to the cigarettes on the desk, "Welcome, smoke?"

Claudia walked boldly over, picked up a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then used her fingers to remove the cigarette from Victor\'s mouth to light her own. She took a drag, "Great taste."

"You\'ve got guts, lady."

"Abrego women are not cowards," Claudia paused, then untied the scarf binding her hair, "And my chest is quite big, too. Want to feel it? As long as you agree to return our shipment."

Casare pricked up his ears. Was she being so direct?

But thinking about it, Mexican female drug traffickers were like that. Pure? If you\'re pure, then what are you doing dealing drugs?

For instance, "Pacific Queen" Sandra originally wanted to be a journalist. "Godfather" Gallardo was her distant uncle. With her family\'s influence, she had interviewed many drug lords, but once, a rejected suitor kidnapped her.

She was released several months later.

One could imagine what happens when a woman gets kidnapped for months.

After her release, she had made up her mind to become the drug queen.

And Claudia in front of him was no angel either.

Victor "saw" her message.

At the age of 11, she was betrothed by her father to an heir of a drug trafficking group, seven years her senior, but at 13, she personally killed this "husband" who had been abusing her. At fifteen, she married again, this time to a Judicial Police Commander from Nuevo Leon, but after three years of marriage, upon discovering his infidelity, she personally slaughtered him.

Since then, she understood that if a woman wanted to avoid being a mere accessory, she had to become strong. She joined the Gulf Group led by her cousin Garcia Abrego and eliminated plenty of opponents with her beauty.

People gave her the nickname: "Red Spider (Araña roja)."

When Victor heard Claudia\'s "terms," he smirked, "Your p***y isn\'t worth 80 million US dollars, let\'s talk about something more realistic."

What kind of pussy is that expensive?

Claudia heard the mockery in his tone but managed to suppress the anger welling up within her due to her "quality" upbringing, signaling to her bodyguard who handed over a briefcase to him.

"Inside are four bearer checks, each worth two million US dollars."

"You want to redeem goods worth 80 million US dollars with 8 million?"

Claudia looked at him, "This is the Gulf Cartel\'s goodwill, and we have also secured the use rights to Guadalupe Island from Tijuana. If you agree, we can hand over the island to you for management."

This made Victor laugh out loud.

"Tijuana? What is that? Does Guadalupe Island belong to them? What right does a drug trafficking organization have to allocate territory to you?"

"Are you joking with me?"

"Madam, this is a police station, not a mental hospital."

Claudia frowned, her tone carrying a warning, "Officer Victor, think it through, the combination of Tijuana and the Gulf Group is not something those small-time drug dealers can compare with. We also have deep connections in Mexico City."

"Are you threatening me?" Victor suddenly asked.

Claudia spread her hands, "I am from the Abrego family. I am merely stating a fact. If that\'s how you want to see it, perhaps it can be considered so."

Victor nodded his head.

"If you plan to continue in the Mexican political arena, we can help you too, what we like most is to support those who have potential…"

Claudia wanted to continue, but then she heard a loud, "You motherf**ker threaten me on my own turf!"

Victor reached under the table and grabbed a Mossberg M9200A1 shotgun, cocking it with his left hand and, under Claudia\'s horrified gaze, pulled the trigger.

Boom!

It directly "sprayed" her away, the scene changing so quickly that not even the bodyguards, let alone Casare, had time to react.

As the bodyguards came to their senses, reaching instinctively under their clothes for their guns, Victor gave them a spray too.

Their heads were instantly blown open!

Unsatisfied, Victor, holding the gun stylishly in one hand, gave it a hard shake and fired another shot at Claudia\'s face on the ground.

Her delicate features were gone in an instant.

Only after emptying all the bullets in the shotgun did Victor take a deep breath.

And at the door, police officers had already rushed in with guns drawn.

Seeing the bodies on the ground and the Director with a cigarette in his mouth, they exchanged puzzled looks.

"It\'s nothing, a misfire," Victor waved his hand, "Drag the bodies out."

The officers went ahead and "collected" the gruesomely battered bodies.

"What a waste," muttered Casare.

"What did you say?" asked Victor.

Casare shook his head, "Boss, these two were from the Gulf Group…"

"You\'re still a key member of the Victor Group, what are you afraid of?"

"I want to make it clear that sooner or later, the violent organizations in Mexico won\'t be the drug trafficking groups, but me, Victor!"

"Victor Carlos Vieri!"

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