Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 123 DEM's men are still so crude in doing the dirty work!

The officer was holding a high-pressure water cannon at Leanna Lazaro Cortes.

The immense force slammed her frail body into the corner of the wall.

She closed her eyes, letting out sounds of pain.

After about four or five minutes, the water cannon was turned off, and two female jail guards came in, rudely wiping her hair dry and changing her into decent clothes.

"Damn it, dress yourself, how can you meet Director Victor smelling like that," one of the jail guards, seeing her lying there like a dead person, couldn't help but slap her.

Having grown up in a wealthy family, she had never suffered such hardship. The thought that she was being tormented like this just for a few extra words brought tears to her eyes.

The female jail guard glared at her, raising her hand, "Swallow those tears back, or I'll pop your goddamn ovaries if you cry again!"

Leanna Lazaro Cortes clenched her teeth, and could only comply like a kite being manipulated by the guards.

"Are you ready?" An impatient inquiry came from outside the door.

"Yes, ready," they replied.

The policewoman escorted her out by her arms.

At the entrance, an EDM officer glanced at her and led the way to the prison administration building, surrounded by a number of officers.

A Neapolitan mastiff lying on the ground picked up the scent of the lingering odor in the air, his eyes lit up, and he stood up growling low. The nearby officer hastily grabbed it and stroked its head to calm it.

Leanna Lazaro Cortes shivered with fear.

Especially since the dog's eyes were so terrifying.

They walked up to the second floor, to an office labeled "Warden," and the officers knocked on the door, waiting for a response before they entered.

There was the sound of a news broadcast from the TV.

"Sonora State vehemently protests the illegal cross-border action by the Baja California Security Department and will take all necessary measures to protect its interests. They also claim that the Cambra Valley has no drug traffickers, only peace-loving farmers, and that the drugs were transported from other places by Victor."

Victor couldn't help but laugh out loud at this ridiculous statement, then turned his head to look at Leanna Lazaro Cortes, who was shivering from the cold.

"Miss Leanna, I heard the gospel you've been spreading in prison doesn't sit well with the drug traffickers?"

She learned her lesson and kept her head down without speaking.

Victor smiled, "Where's Quintero?"

"If I tell you, can you protect me and my family?" Leanna struggled to lift her head and ask.

"Of course, my officers and I will absolutely guarantee the safety of any citizen. It's our duty and obligation."

Leanna nodded as if resigning herself to her fate, "He's hiding in the Presidential Palace."

"What!?"

The office instantly went quiet.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Casare cursed.

Leanna, on the other hand, lifted her head, "I'm not talking nonsense. Why is it not possible?"

"His escape was orchestrated by Raul Salinas. Jintelo gave him 27 million US dollars, annually!"

This revelation was shocking, but on second thought, it didn't seem absurd at all. This was Mexico, after all.

A place of magical realism.

It's not so far-fetched for a drug trafficker to live in the Presidential Palace, have breakfast with the country's highest authority, and watch his own wanted notice on TV.

Fuck!

Really fucking ridiculous.

No wonder even the FBI wrote this about the state of corruption in Mexico, "They think every day about how to spend yesterday's money because... it's about to expire."

Casare looked at the boss.

"You have a way to contact him, right?"

Victor could see Leanna's resume and her connection with Quintero, but couldn't delve into many more detailed matters.

It wasn't possible to glean from him what time Quintero got up or went to bed, how many lovers he had, or even how many illegitimate children.

What was clear was that Leanna had been on the phone with Quintero the previous night.

"Catch him, and I don't want the 20 million US dollars America is offering as a reward. It's all yours. Then you can take your family and that money to a safe country, enough for you all to live out your lives."

Leanna's eyes brightened, but she was still struggling.

"You don't have the chance to refuse. If you walk out from here, the whole of Mexico will know you've betrayed Quintero. Then, your body will turn up in a refrigerator, a sewer, or a desolate wilderness…" Victor reached out and stroked her hair, whispering softly, "That would be a pity."

You can say drug traffickers are trash, but you can't say they have no taste.

As a journalist, Leanna LS Lazaro Cortes was still quite tough.

It takes two hands to clap, not one!

"I'll cooperate with you," Leanna knew she had no way out and could only hope that Victor and his people would protect her.

"Very well, but there's no rush. Take Miss Leanna down for some rest first."

The officer took her by the arm and left.

"Boss, do you really believe what that woman said?"

"Why not bring Raul Salinas over for a chat and find out?" Victor flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground, "His brother might be tough to deal with, but him? Easy."

Victor had wanted to kill Raul Salinas already, this guy dared to bribe Best to set him up, and now he's also involved with Quintero. Fine, fine, fine, Victor couldn't be bothered to jot it down in his notebook anymore.

He was the kind of person who preferred to ask the involved parties directly.

"And if we catch Quintero, are we really going to give Leanna the 20 million US Dollars in reward money the Americans are offering?" Casare suddenly asked a question.

Victor laughed, "A man's got to have integrity, but sometimes integrity depends on one's mood. If I'm not in a good mood, she won't even get a fart out of me."

As expected!

Boss, you still want something for nothing.

20 million US Dollars, how could you possibly let Leanna have it that easily, given the boss's "hatred of evil" nature? Surely, you could find something on Leanna.

A woman who sleeps in the same bed as a drug lord without any issues?

Looking down from upstairs, Victor saw Leanna being led away by the officer and exhaled, "Quintero, Raul Salinas!"

...

Three days later.

Still in the coffee shop on Paseo de la Reforma.

Best stirred his coffee.

Listened to the sound of birds chirping.

Car brakes screeched at the entrance, and turning his head, he saw two cars parked one behind the other at the door.

A pricey Porsche from which Raul Salinas alighted, followed by a Toyota SUV with four bodyguards stepping out.

Quite an entrance.

Raul Salinas stood outside and, upon seeing Best sitting by the window, waved in greeting before pushing the door to come in.

"Hi! Best!" he shouted loudly.

It was noisy in this quiet place.

Best frowned, but quickly stood up and waved back with a smile.

"Did you get the stuff?" Raul Salinas was excited. He seemed to foresee the TV blasting all the negative news about Victor, enough for his brother to push Victor down a notch.

That Guadalupe Island, they say it's well-developed!

Later on, place someone up there, and it becomes the "private property" of the Salinas Family!

Best took out a disc from his bag. Raul reached for it, but Best held it back and looked up at him.

"Mr. Raul, have some coffee first. Don't rush it, can he run away or what?"

Raul Salinas exhaled with relief, thinking that the other party was trying to jack up the price, and nodded smilingly, "Waitress, a cup of coffee please."

Best glanced at his watch, the hands just reaching ten o'clock!

The wall clock started ringing too. A wooden bird burst out of the clock and chirped loudly twice.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted at the entrance. Five men with masks on, holding submachine guns, got out of a van across the street and opened fire on the bodyguards at the door.

They were down before they could react.

The café was filled with screams.

The bandits even fired additional shots at the downed bodyguards' heads, handling it very viciously. They barged into the café and sprayed bullets at the walls.

"Sorry, this is a robbery, everyone down!"

Best curled up and ducked immediately, his first thought was:

"Fuck!"

"DEM's dirty work is still so crude!"