Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 122 I know where Jintelo is!

Mexicali Prison.

Leanna Lazaro Cortes was dragged along in handcuffs, flanked by two police officers.

"I'm a journalist, where are you taking me? This is personal vengeance!"

She began to panic. Previous scenarios were not like this, whether it was an anti-drug mayor or governor, as long as she spoke from a standpoint of "humanity" and "dignity," she was unbeatable.

They could only be rendered speechless by her questions.

But why wasn't it working this time with Victor?

Dammit!

Let me out!

The police officer on the left looked at her and sneered, "You sympathize with drug traffickers, don't you? I'm taking you to meet them so you can brainwash them."

Offended Director Victor and still think you can leave?

Directly sending you to paradise!

Upon hearing this, Leanna Lazaro Cortes was stunned. I was just saying it, do you really mean it?

"No, don't!"

She struggled fiercely.

But adults must pay the price for their actions.

The police officers dragged her to the innermost cell.

Drug traffickers were locked on both sides, they all stood up when they heard the commotion, grabbed the cell doors tightly and shook them, especially when they saw a woman, howling loudly.

"Quiet! Shut the hell up! Keep yelling, and I'll smash your mouths!" the leading officer yelled.

The drug traffickers instantly fell silent.

These were not people caught by Victor's men; they were imprisoned before and luckily for them, they were still alive. If they were outside, they might already have been turned into fertilizer by now.

But to keep them from causing trouble, Victor had 30 drug trafficker leaders pulled out and executed in front of them as soon as he secured his position in Mexicali!

"If you want to die, go ahead and make a fuss!"

"Officer, what's the deal with this woman?" a bold drug trafficker asked with a sneer.

"They want to preach to you, make you believe in Jesus," the officer jokingly said. "Whose cell is empty?"

"Come to mine, I love to hear about God the most, come on in!"

"Get lost, both my parents are religious, and so am I, sister where are your stockings?"

"Come here, I have a Virgin Mary tattooed on my back, come over, and check it out, also my bed is quite spacious."

As soon as the drug traffickers heard this, they became excited, daringly reached out to grab her, scaring the female reporter into crying out loud, her legs trembling so much she knelt on the ground and even urinated out of fear.

A bunch of drug traffickers, their bodies covered in all sorts of tattoos, then fiercely pulling at you, anyone would be scared, right?

"Don't, don't leave me here."

She grabbed onto the leg of a nearby police officer, crying a river.

This display of ugliness...

You want drug traffickers to "have dignity," but they want to rape you to death.

"I know where Quintero is hiding, I know where he's hiding!" Leanna Lazaro Cortes shouted loudly. "I can tell Victor, don't send me to prison."

The cell block went quiet for a moment, and the noisy traffickers also shut their mouths, looking at each other.

"Bitch! Shut your mouth, believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Suddenly an angry voice erupted, and a tall drug trafficker, about 1.9 meters tall, glared at her. "Say it again, I'll kill your whole family!"

"Shut up!" the officer retorted with a serious expression, pointing at the trafficker.

"I'll remember you, I'll remember you, you damn bitch!" he continued to rage, eyes fixed on the female reporter.

Infuriated, the officer let go of Leanna Lazaro Cortes' arm, pulled the submachine gun, and started firing at the cell of the muscular man!

Ratatata...

Directly killing more than a dozen drug traffickers inside.

"I told you to shut up, do you think I'm farting, TMD? Do you all want to taste some lead?" the officer scanned the other cells with his gaze, and they immediately became as docile as puppies, pulling their hands back.

Shit...

Victor's soldiers are indeed violent.

These are EDM's men, the Director said it himself, killing drug traffickers doesn't matter.

Granting them one more day of life was the greatest mercy of Mr. Victor.

Who said you can't kill in prison?

Leanna Lazaro Cortes's eyes were vacant as blood oozed out from the corpses in the cell, mixing with her urine.

The officer furrowed his brow, slapped her face back and forth, and grasped her chin, "Do you know where Quintero is?"

This was the United States' most wanted fugitive at the moment.

On April 4, 1985, a month after Camarena was tortured to death, Quintero was captured in Costa Rica and later extradited back to Mexico, confined in Jalisco Prison.

But four years later, in 1988, he successfully escaped!

It was discovered that prison guards, the courts, and even the Mexican Government played different roles in this escape.

That greatly displeased the Americans, who offered a 20 million US Dollar reward.

DEA absolutely loathed him!

They almost came to blows with the CIA because of him.

If they could catch him, the Guadalupe Island Police Department would definitely earn a badge of honor with the DEA, and even gain influential standing within the DEA.

But the guy was slippery; the Mexican Government couldn't catch him at all.

Nobody knew where he was hiding.

There were rumors that he was already dead.

"You'd better not be lying to us!" the officer pointed at her and said, "Otherwise, we'll show you the consequences of making false alarms!"

The two men dragged the weakened female journalist outside; her legs gave way amid the stench of a cloudy mix of urine and blood on the floor.

See, the best way to deal with self-righteous bitches is to send them to prison to preach.

In this place, if you want them to believe in God and reform, the best method is to beat them to death and let them be more cautious in their next life.

The Cambra Valley.

Vic hung up the phone with Best and couldn't help but laugh, murmuring, "How interesting."

Casare, very curious, leaned over and asked, "Boss, what happened?"

"Best said Raul Salinas is trying to bribe him to get my criminal record, even gave him a blank check to fill out as he wishes."

"That bastard is out of his mind. Boss, you don't have any criminal actions! This is an insult! Absolute defamation," Casare expressed righteously indignant.

Victor squinted, "Threatening and intimidating government officials, who does he think he is? Capture him and bring him to Guadalupe Island; I want to prosecute his crimes!"

Casare nodded, "Such scum must be purged, otherwise, they'll tarnish the environment and reputation of Mexico."

"Make sure it's done cleanly."

"No problem."

"Director, could you come over for a photo, please?" A reporter rushed over and asked nervously.

Victor smiled amicably, "Of course, no problem."

He stood in front of drugs and weapons with a group of reporters, and as the shutter clicked, this photo was destined to be recorded in history.

And when the reporters left, Casare personally handed each a red envelope, varying the amount given depending on the reporter's company affiliation.

The cheapest was 200 US dollars.

No worries, after all, there was plenty of money!

The reporters who took the money knew the drill; they would write something nice in return.

"Huh? Where's the Mexico News Group?" Casare held the last big red envelope, surprised that no one came to claim it, which gave him pause. He grabbed a reporter and asked.

The reporter looked at him with an odd expression and said, "That female reporter from earlier was from the Mexico News Group."

Casare raised an eyebrow and shoved the red envelope back into his pocket.

Great, saved 3000 US dollars.

As for whether the Mexico News Group would seek revenge?

Hahahaha...

Be careful of a bomb going off in your trash can at the door!

By then, it will definitely be the drug traffickers' doing.

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