Guadalupe Island.
The remaining 70 drug dealers wept with joy, and many others were excitedly roaring.
They...
Were released!
These police really kept their word.
"Where's the boat... Officer, where's the boat to take us away?" A drug dealer leader looked at Kennedy with a flattering smile.
"No boat, swim back yourselves."
"Swim back?!"
The drug dealers were instantly stunned.
They looked at each other.
"Off... Officer, it's over 300 kilometers from here to Ensenada. You must be joking." The drug dealer leader stammered.
Kennedy raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded, stepping aside half a step. "You make a good point. Come on, I'll take you to find Mr. Victor."
The drug dealer leader's face lit up, and he followed him for two steps, then suddenly saw the police officer in front seem to stumble forward, as if he hadn't stood steady.
"Assaulting an officer! You dare assault an officer! Open fire! The drug dealers are rioting!"
Drug dealer leader: "???"
The heavy machine gun on the Humvee loaded with a click and swept toward the drug dealers standing on the coast.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat...
Directly swept them dead.
Kennedy suddenly felt great, watching all the drug dealers in front fall down. He straightened his clothes, looked down at the drug dealer leader whose lung had been shot through by bullets and was coughing up blood, and noticed the man was still looking at him.
He pulled out his gun and fired three shots at his head.
Even his eyeballs were blown apart.
"I hate it most when people stare at me."
"Same as always, extra meal for the great white sharks."
The officers nodded, used to it. If Mexico had no drug dealers in the future, they could all become zookeepers.
But what do marine park animals eat?
Police station, chief's office.
Victor held a badge in his hand. The logo was a black scorpion pattern with its stinger wrapped around a sharp sword.
"EO? I might as well say UFO."
Victor scoffed and threw the badge into the nearby fish tank. He thought his temper shouldn't be too good, so he wanted to raise some fish to cultivate his character.
But he found the fish were still too noisy and stewed them directly.
"Boss, I looked it up. This EO seems pretty impressive..." Casare said beside him.
"There are many impressive people, but this is Mexico, not Africa. If you take someone's money, you must be prepared to die for them."
Did they think money was so easy to earn?
They were just mercenaries.
These bastards weren't protected by Geneva Conventions, which meant if you caught them and cut them to pieces, no one would say anything.
Casare nodded. He now had extraordinary confidence in the police station's firepower.
No matter who!
If you wanted to storm the beach and land, you'd at least have to leave some corpses on the beach.
And Mexico wasn't Africa.
"Another thing, during our declared curfew, there were a total of 31 incidents on Guadalupe Island, 17 of which were serious crimes like beating, smashing, robbing and burning, involving about 171 people. Boss, I think we should build a prison."
"Criminals like this should be made to build roads!"
"The island urgently needs manpower for many facilities, and if they don't want to get beaten, they have to pay monthly, like those highland prisons. Living people can create more value than dead ones."
Casare spoke very tactfully, meaning: Boss, the sharks can't eat anymore!
Throwing more corpses into the Pacific would simply be environmental pollution.
Victor frowned, suddenly seeming to think of something. "I heard that ashes can increase the growth of economic crops?"
Casare's eyes suddenly widened!
Boss, what are you doing?!
Victor saw the "chief steward's" eyes instantly widen, able to see the stretched blood vessels. He smiled awkwardly and waved his hand. "I'm joking. I was just watching a science program recently. Do you think I'm that brutal?"
"Boss really loves learning." Casare also smiled awkwardly.
"Alright, let's build a prison then, but don't make it too comfortable. Find a way to put it on the beach side, set up some water rooms. If anyone doesn't behave, lock them in a cage and let them visit the great white sharks!"
Victor's tone was murderous. "As for prisoners before the prison is finished, especially those who loot during chaos, execute those who should be executed, death penalty for those who deserve it! Don't be soft-hearted. One of the best ways to improve security is to enforce discipline strictly!"
"Look at Singapore - they still retain caning, but they're also one of the countries with the best security in the world."
Victor didn't say Guadalupe Island was a country, it was just a metaphor!
He lightly tapped the table. "Mexico has nothing, but lots of drug dealers. Don't worry about having no one to build bridges."
Knock knock knock~
While the two were having their "secret talk," there was knocking. A young girl in police uniform pushed the door open.
Very inexperienced, very tender, with a ponytail tied to try to make herself look capable.
This was a secretary from Victor's "secretariat," a total of four people, two men and two women, all university students who had previously joined Guadalupe Island.
"Chief, the TV speech is ready."
Victor smiled and nodded, picking up the hat on the table. "Let's go. I need to share our battle achievements with my subjects... islanders."
Subjects came out?
Boss, you have ulterior motives!
But Casare was still very excited. Having a leader willing to climb up was better than following a leader with no ambition.
Chief, it's cold, put on a coat.
...
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm pleased to announce!"
Victor's face appeared on family televisions in various cities in Baja California.
Other states directly blocked him artificially.
Are you kidding?
Victor doing this every day made drug dealers in their territories very panicky, which would affect GDP. But this should also be the result of drug dealers colluding with certain officials.
I can't solve you, but I can solve our own TV stations!
The Ah Q victory method works anywhere.
In 2006, when Calderón cracked down hard on drug dealers, he put pressure on many officials below. And then?
These officials just burned ordinary straw once, then told their superiors this was drugs, followed by massive propaganda about anti-drug achievements.
Deceiving superiors and hiding from subordinates is universal worldwide.
Suddenly Victor burst in and directly flipped the table. Who do you think was happy?
Victor wanted exactly for them to be unhappy. If they were happy, he wouldn't be happy.
"The extremely vicious major drug lord Benjamin Félix, who endangered Mexico, has been killed!"
A charred corpse appeared next to the TV.
Even dogs couldn't tell this was a person.
They just heard drug dealers say Benjamin was on the RoRo ship, but that ship was blown up by Katyusha rockets. Who knew whose corpse it was?
Just grabbed one randomly and took a photo.
You say it's not? Then you must be very familiar with Benjamin - definitely a drug dealer!
"This announces that this large drug trafficking group occupying Baja California is declared dissolved!"
"Long live!"
"Long live Mr. Victor!"
Cheers from Guadalupe Island and Ensenada resounded through the sky.
Tijuana killed over 2,000 people annually at their hands - this number was quite significant, simply heinous crimes, but many people dared to be angry but not speak out. Now that the deeply sinful Benjamin was also killed, it was simply universally celebrated good news.
This "Guadalupe War" contained different signals in many people's eyes. That was over 1,000 people - why didn't Victor say where these people went?
He must have killed them all!
This damned "tyrant"!
This time Victor didn't deliver any "thunderous" maxims. When he came down from the platform, he said to Casare:
"Call Bestla back from America. We need to establish no less than 10 factories on Guadalupe Island and in Ensenada. The arms business can take a break for a while."
The arms business was profitable, but running around everywhere as a dealer had no real profit to speak of. Victor planned to support Alejandro, then through his connections get a "bullet processing factory" or "gun assembly plant" to become the Mexican government's partner.
Then sell in the name of the nation.
Hehehe...
If I don't benefit, why should I support you?
Most importantly, now that drug dealers had been eliminated on Guadalupe Island and in Ensenada, at least half the people had lost their means of survival.
Do you think...
They wouldn't cause trouble?
Don't look at how everything seemed fine now - when it exploded, it would really be too late.
Casare nodded and noted it down.
"Chief, call from Mr. Alejandro." The secretary handed him the phone.
Victor took it and smiled. "Sir, any good news?"
"I think you should come to Ensenada. Someone came from Mexico City." Alejandro lowered his voice. "It's a deputy minister from the education department."
"You better bring more people!"
(End of Chapter)
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