Working as a police officer in Mexico

It immediately made the Mexican "hot search," and even neighboring United States had a lot of news popping up.

Mainly because the Tijuana Cartel really was "too prominent."

Imagine: in a class full of bad students, your homeroom teacher is already displeased with you. Then you act like the little tyrant among those students: farting when the teacher is talking, and occasionally slapping the teacher, telling him not to get too jumpy.

You go around snapping your classmates\' underwear and flicking their little brothers during breaks.

Such a student...

would be "quite conspicuous," wouldn\'t they?

At this moment in the Sinaloa Group.

Palma, the confused speaker, looked at Guzman, "Your people... killed all of Ramon\'s crew?"

He glanced at him, then back at the news on TV.

Suddenly he felt... Guzman was so dangerous!

Zambada was sitting beside him, smiling and saying, "Impressive, Guzman is truly worthy of his reputation. With you here, Sinaloa can definitely take over Tijuana!"

This remark made Palma narrow his eyes.

When the boss starts to fear his underling, it\'s already tough because Guzman\'s abilities are quite prominent. Now you\'ve taken out the enemy\'s top-ranking people. You\'re making things difficult for me.

Guzman was also a bit dazed.

Hey, wait! That wasn\'t it!

I only sent people to cause trouble, and you directly killed Ramon?

He was about to explain when he saw Palma\'s meaningful look, and suddenly his nerves tensed up.

Palma was quite petty-minded.

To get more attention than the boss, you either bow your head or you take out the boss.

But Guzman\'s failure to explain made Palma even more displeased, while Zambada sat nearby, the corners of his mouth showing a faint smile as he glanced at the two of them.

They all had their own ulterior motives!

Although the three people had been "good friends" for over a decade, when Guzman and his cousins failed in their venture, they joined under the independent drug lord Aviles, following Palma.

But after Gallardo\'s arrest and the disintegration of the Guadalajara Cartel, the Sinaloa Group got most of the territory. Their influence grew instantly, smuggling drugs to the United States through tunnels 24 hours a day.

They had an income of nearly 15 billion US dollars every year!

With more money and territory, they weren\'t as close as before.

Brothers ended up screwing each other over big time!

"I\'m not watching this! Nothing good to see." Palma suddenly turned off the TV and got up to leave.

Now only Guzman and Zambada were left in the room, the latter posing like a bitch and asking, "What\'s wrong with Mr. Palma?"

Guzman turned his head, his stocky frame glaring at him, "Zambada, do you realize your pissy smell is almost overflowing?"

Zambada\'s face turned red with shame.

He had a condition where he couldn\'t hold it in well, which was always an embarrassing problem for him. Guzman\'s words felt like a slap to him!

But the other man didn\'t give him the chance to reply and walked away with a dark face.

Zambada was very tolerant, he took a deep breath, picked up the orange juice in front of him for a sip; he hardly touched alcohol, as it could cloud his thinking.

When Guzman left the room, he saw the four brothers of the Beltran Leyva standing at the door.

The eldest, Arturo, spoke softly, "Palma looked very upset when he left. What happened?"

"Find someone to get rid of him!" Guzman said with a dark face, without explaining the reason.

The four brothers were shocked; the eldest, Arturo, was the most capable. He calmly analyzed that something must have gone wrong between them. Otherwise, with Guzman\'s patient and low-profile nature, he would never stand out like this.

"I\'ll take people to kill him tonight. Can you control Sinaloa?"

Guzman spat in the trash can beside him, "It doesn\'t matter if it\'s the past, present, or future, Sinaloa is mine!"

The Beltran Leyva brothers were also excited.

They were still small-time leaders, but they didn\'t want to be forever.

Big cousin!

We want to move up.

The death of the Ramon brothers in Tijuana was prying at the balance, accelerating the birth and destruction of various forces!

And at the Guadalupe Island TV station.

Victor coughed in his neatly pressed police uniform, adjusting his hair slightly, waiting for "Guadalupe Island Current Affairs News" to end, followed by the newly created program, "Victor Speaks." When was it created?

Just ten minutes ago.

It was personally signed and approved by the Director Victor himself.

If you don\'t want to end up like that dog of a drug trafficker, you\'d better satisfy his "little request."

"Sir, it\'s time for you to go on stage." Victor\'s earpiece conveyed the dispatcher\'s voice, and with a smile full of energy, he stepped onto the stage.

Some people were born to be in front of the camera.

"Fellow islanders, good evening. I\'m honored..."

...

"Mr. Victor!" Santos, who was reading in his room, heard the sound from the TV in the living room, jumped up excitedly, and then ran out.

Valentina, busy with work, shook her head with a smile in resignation.

"We are happy to announce that in a major drug enforcement operation, we killed 27 drug traffickers, including Ramon Felix, an important leader of the Tijuana Cartel, along with his three brothers. And we also wounded Benjamin."

"Achieving a very perfect victory!"

Santos exclaimed in alarm, then immediately raised his hands in cheer. Of course, he knew about the Tijuana Cartel. In Mexico, you could be ignorant of the president\'s name, but you absolutely had to remember the symbols of the drug cartels.

Otherwise, if you bumped into them on the street, and accidentally annoyed them, your family would have the "trouble" of finding you in a roadside garbage bag.

Victor had, of course, made up those numbers.

But how could he not embellish his bravery?

Isn\'t one of the roles of public opinion to elevate oneself and denigrate others?

Most ordinary Mexican residents are uneducated, being literate is like being a top scholar there. You have to say something that they love to watch and listen to.

"The Guadalupe Island Police Station announces that a reward of 4 million US Dollars will be offered for the head of Tijuana Cartel leader Benjamin Felix, and will provide dual physical and mental protection."

The 4 million US Dollars wasn\'t for the ordinary person, but for the other leaders under the Tijuana Cartel who were not part of the Felix family.

With all the Benjamin brothers dead, and no help left, when else would they rise in rebellion?

Killing the boss is a Mexican gang tradition.

This time, Guadalupe Island TV did not place any channel restrictions, meaning that cities in the neighboring Baja California could all watch his speech if they could tune in to the channel.

In a university cafeteria in Ensenada City, the cafeteria owner randomly switched to a channel, nobody paid any attention, and people were chatting with each other, but many were cautiously gossiping about Tijuana.

But when Victor\'s voice came from the TV, the originally noisy cafeteria suddenly fell silent.

All the university students blankly raised their heads and stared at the TV.

Victor on the screen was very serious, with a profound and reserved gaze, standing ramrod straight, but seemingly in control of everything.

He personified the robustness of a Latin American man and an indescribable "integrity."

If there were any YouTubers now, they would definitely feature him in an episode titled "Hunk from Heaven!"

"I am Victor Carlos Vieri, the head of Guadalupe Island Police Station. I am committed to solving the drug problem in Mexico and hope that everyone can join in this war. Fellow citizens, Mexico is on the brink of national extinction. Kill the drug traffickers! Annihilate them! The land of the War God should forever be sung about!"

"Gentlemen!"

"No matter the cost, we must defend our island and nation. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields, in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender."

"My country has the heart of a lion, and I simply wish to awaken its roar."

"I sincerely invite talents of all kinds to join the Guadalupe Island Police Station. We will offer a minimum salary of 1,000 US Dollars per month, along with generous benefits. If you hate drug traffickers as much as we do, please contact us."

Mexico is the War God.

Victor\'s resonant voice came from the TV, and the young are passionate, especially those in higher education. No one wants to lie down and become a vampire; everyone looks forward to changing the world.

To punch through this filthy world!

To cleanse the things that annoy us!

Many university students clench their fists, excited by Victor\'s words.

Suddenly...

They saw the TV explode.

"¡Gilipollas!" A university student dressed in branded clothes stood up, pulled out a gun, and shot at the television set.

By his manner... it was clear that he had a considerable connection with the Tijuana Cartel.

Glass shattered everywhere.

Some people instinctively ducked their heads, not daring to make a sound.

But others were boiling with excitement.

"What are you doing!" a poorly dressed student bravely stood up, staring at him with clenched teeth.

The other party was startled to see someone standing up to question him but instantly became angry, turned the gun towards him, and cruelly pulled the trigger.

But no bullet came out; was the gun jammed?

"Fellow students, kill this drug trafficker!" the student shouted as he rushed forward and struck the man down to the ground with a punch.

It takes a leader to inspire action; once someone takes the initiative, others will respond, and a hundred male students joined in this "duel."

They actually beat him to death!

Turning him into mush.

With so many people, a splash of their urine could have overwhelmed him.

The leading student saw the dead, panicked, but then climbed onto a table, raised his hand, and said, "Fellow students, it\'s not illegal to kill a drug trafficker!"

"Let\'s go to Guadalupe Island!"

"Let\'s join Mr. Victor\'s team!"

"Let\'s save Mexico together!"

Some hesitated and asked, "Guadalupe Island is in the Pacific Ocean, how do we get there?"

The question was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, instantly bringing everyone back to their senses.

Right, the Pacific Ocean was in between; were they supposed to swim across?

They\'d be eaten by sharks in the sea before they ever got there.

The student standing on the table grew tense.

If people from the Tijuana Cartel arrived, they would be doomed.

"We can contact Guadalupe Island Police Station; they must have a way," suddenly a student said.

Everyone\'s eyes flickered with hope.

Now, they could only hope for the best against the odds.

"Who has a phone?"

"There\'s one in the cafeteria."

"Go! Rush there, make the call fast; otherwise, we\'ll be too late when the drug traffickers come," someone shouted.

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