Working as a police officer in Mexico

Being neighbors with Americans is seriously NMD scary.

But, does the Arizona National Guard have a history of trafficking drugs?

Jason Bourne led the way to a meeting room in the industrial district. As he pushed open the door, they saw three men sitting inside, whispering to each other.

When they heard the door open, their eyes all snapped over in unison.

With just one glance, Victor saw exactly where these guys were coming from. Sure enough, there was one from the National Guard, but the other two… Border Control?

When I\'m waging war, what the hell does this department have to do with it?

"Mr. Victor!" The young white man from the Arizona National Guard looked sharp and energetic as he stood up and reached out his hand.

Victor, feeling more favorable, smiled and asked, "You know me?"

"Right now, there isn\'t anyone in the United States who doesn\'t know you. Many schools regard you as the new spiritual idol, a hero who dares to fight against drugs. My name is Sinba."

See? If everyone could be this friendly, Victor\'s view of the Yanks would definitely change, at least they know how to flatter him comfortably.

He suddenly had the idea that if he were to be invited by Ivy League schools like Oxford and Harvard to promote anti-drug concepts someday, he would truly have established himself here.

"And these two gentlemen are...?" Victor turned his gaze to the other two Americans, obviously knowing who they were, but just asking.

Sinba hastily signaled the two men to stand up, but his companions acted as if he didn\'t exist, making him appear embarrassed.

"Victor, we came to discuss something with you," a middle-aged white man with a beard finally spoke.

The lack of courtesy in addressing him by name alone offended Casare, who raised his eyebrows and looked at his boss, only to see him smile, "Please, go on."

Rude people!

"I\'m not against your drug prohibition, but there are some drug shipments by certain organizations that I hope you won\'t touch, especially those at the Sonora State border. What do you think?"

Victor suddenly fell silent, glanced at Casare, and then laughed, while the latter only managed to force a wry smile, "I don\'t understand what you mean?"

"Don\'t touch the goods of the gangs listed here." The younger employee from Border Control straightforwardly handed over a piece of paper.

Casare quickly took it and saw that it listed Sinaloa, Juarez, and Gulf Group.

He had heard that Border Control had been providing transport services to drug traffickers since the Gallardo era. They are an essential part of the Plaza System, transporting to the US-Mexico Border and then through their \'public transportation\' into the United States.

How much profit would that bring each year?

In 2020, up to 300 border police were caught in a single year, and there had even been media reports of their involvement in human smuggling and organ trafficking. A portion of the missing migrants or those who had run away never had their deaths or bodies accounted for.

Victor crumpled the paper into a ball and handed it back to the young employee, "Eat it!"

"??"

The bearded middle-aged man frowned, "Victor..." Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire

Bang!

A kick!

With one kick, Victor sent him flying, "Call me sir!" The man broke at least a rib and tried to struggle to his feet, only for Casare to step forward and deliver a kick to his head.

It sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Eat it, and I won\'t beat you," Victor said with a fierce look in his eyes to the young employee, who glanced at his beaten up senior and immediately broke into a cold sweat.

"Break his teeth!"

Victor lowered his hand and addressed Jason Bourne behind him, who nodded, grabbed the young employee\'s hair, picked up the ashtray from the table, and smashed it hard against his teeth!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Sinba from the National Guard watched the scene with his mouth hanging open, instinctively wanting to intervene, but when Victor\'s gaze swept over him, he stopped in his tracks.

"Stuff it in, let him swallow it."

Jason Bourne brutally shoved the document into the young employee\'s mouth, not caring at all for his wellbeing.

"You can talk to me about anything, but you can\'t talk to me about bypassing drug traffickers. Take him out and bury him!" Victor said coolly.

These birdmen came in plain clothes. Why didn\'t they dare to come in uniform? Isn\'t it because they also know this kind of thing isn\'t aboveboard?

If you bring the grey industry into the light, you\'re just asking to get hit!

It also implies that Victor wants to kill them, unless your border control reports it, and it has to go through the Mexican Police for investigation. By the time the call connects, it\'ll be Victor answering.

Buried... Buried?!n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Stop! Stop!" Sinba hurriedly grabbed the incoming officer.

His role in the National Guard is really just being a "negotiator". You can ignore anyone\'s face, but you still have to consider the face of the U.S. military when it comes to Victor, right?

But I, this "negotiator", haven\'t even spoken a word yet, and you start smacking them around!

Now you want to bury them too, what am I supposed to say when I go back?

"Mr. Sinba, I respect you, and I ask that you respect me!" Victor narrowed his eyes, "Otherwise, there\'ll be the problem of one more hole to dig."

Tyrant!

This is simply tyranny!

Victor must be a savage from a backward civilization.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The bearded white man struggled and shouted as Jason Bourne grabbed their hair, one in each hand, and dragged them outside.

The screams grew more distant!

Victor turned around to look at Sinba, who had a dazed look in his eyes. His eyes flickered, "Are you going to say they were killed by me when you go back?"

Sinba shivered, looking at him with a bland expression, but he knew his answer would determine his fate. He hurriedly shook his head, "No... I won\'t!"

Victor nodded, smoothed out his clothing for him, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Thank you!"

The expression on Sinba\'s face still hadn\'t relaxed.

Then he saw Victor pull out a gun, aim at his stomach, and pull the trigger!

Pop pop pop~

Blood splattered out from his back.

"Sorry, I don\'t believe you."

Victor\'s voice whispered a few words in his ear.

Sinba clutched his clothes, and his eyes held a hint of disbelief before he died.

"Find a place to bury him, do it cleanly, destroy the vehicle they brought, and everyone who saw him is to be transferred back to Baja California."

Only the dead can keep secrets.

The Yanks don\'t play by the rules, but they still need a bit of face. If three of them really go missing, and they make a big fuss looking for them, someone will definitely ask why they went to Mexico.

Could it be...

Vacation?

Victor had just stepped out of the conference room and felt a gust of wind when he heard Jason Bourne\'s voice. He came running from afar, with a grave expression, "Director, we found a map in their vehicle!"

"It has the exact locations of 78 underground passages in Baja California and Sonora State, and moreover, over 20 tons of goods are still being moved every day!"

"We haven\'t made those drug traffickers lose much."

Victor took the map from him and saw it densely marked with notes.

Damn!

You\'ve practically hollowed out the entire border region.

"Do you think... there might be someone from border management involved too?"

"Send someone to blow up these tunnels!"

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