Chapter 2 I Didn't Pay You, but You're Still so Arrogant?

I had 13 twos in my hand, and I thought I would win if I cheated.

Who knew that the other party would give me a big bomb, and I didn't even pretend, and turned the table over.

He saw a familiar name in this "resume".

Theo Carlos Vieri!

The father of the original body.

There was indeed something fishy about his death, but who would have thought that the murderer was the old senior who had been "taking care" of him?

It was creepy to think about it.

"Victor? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Webster put the pen away and asked softly, "Do you need to rest for two more days?"

"No, no." Victor waved his hand and forced a smile, "It's just a little headache, it's okay."

"What do you think of my proposal? The first prison area is relatively safe."

Victor raised his head and looked into the other person's eyes, peaceful, worried... kind?

Just like a senior who really cares about the younger generation!

Damn it!

Victor felt a little addicted to cigarettes. Seeing the cigarettes on the table, he pointed and said, "Can I have one?"

Webster was startled when he heard this, looked down at the cigarette box, smiled and nodded, "Of course." He pushed the cigarette box over to him, indicating that he could do whatever he wanted.

Victor just took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and heard Webster say, "Victor, I remember you don't smoke, right?"

He paused slightly.

"I've been under too much pressure recently, and smoking can relax me."

Webster didn't ask too much.

"Which place in our prison is the most dangerous?" Victor suddenly asked.

"The third prison area, the heavy crime area."

"Then I want to go to the third prison area."

Webster frowned, as if he heard something unbelievable, and was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Is today April Fool's Day?"

"Of course not, sir, I just think it's my responsibility. As a federal policeman, I should be on the most dangerous front line, go to where the people need me, I remember my oath..."

Webster's expression was very rich.

Do you remember your police duties in Mexico?

Brother, aren't you playing Abe next to the gas tank - Crows on a plane?

The navy is responsible for drug eradication.

The army? Those idiots have long been traitors.

Victor is not a fool. The bosses in the third prison area sound scary, but they are strictly controlled. They are basically only allowed to go out for a walk once every two weeks. Moreover, unlike the first and second prison areas, the armed forces of the third prison area have been greatly increased, and they are allowed to be equipped with HM-3 9mm submachine guns!

They usually use Glock 17 pistols, which are not bad. They are the same as the ones used by the Americans next to them. Of course, this is limited to important units like El Altiplano. Other small police stations?

It's good to have a revolver.

There was even a joke. The Alvarado City Police Department used slingshots, which were ordered by the mayor himself. This guy must have received money from drug dealers.

Slingshots?

As long as the firepower is strong enough, I will be safe enough!

The most important thing is that Gao feels that this prison is like a huge cage, trapping him tightly. He may be killed at any time, and his golden finger is useless in prison.

You can't let them go on purpose and then catch them back, right?

And there is a small note next to the golden finger: people caught by subordinates also count as points.

Isn't this just trying to climb up?

The best way is to be sent abroad and serve as a small chief in a remote place. Mexican police are very dangerous. Basically, dozens of them die every day. The chiefs are replaced one after another, which is very common.

But Victor has no background. It's not easy for you to jump out of this cage.

Then you can only go to the third prison area to see if there is a "thigh" to hold.

He is not a person with moral cleanliness. If he can serve the "big boss" well, wealth and glory will be a matter of words?

This is how society is. When you don't have the ability to change the world, please learn to bow your head first.

There is nothing shameful, self-righteous?

Can your skull withstand 7.62 bullets?

Kennedy was shot through by a 6.5mm bullet, and he didn't even have time to shout a word.

Seeing that Victor didn't seem to be talking nonsense, Webster frowned even more, but soon relaxed and smiled dryly, "I'll consider it. The police force lacks your enthusiasm."

"Thank you, sir!" Victor stood up and saluted with a cigarette in his mouth.

Webster smiled and nodded, "You go to work. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me, Victor. My door is always open for you."

I want to make a hole in your forehead...

Of course, this sentence was said in my heart. With 21,000 crime points, I can exchange for a lot of things.

But Lu Xun said: When you can't challenge the other party, put away your sharp blade and learn to stick out your tongue. Hypocrisy is also a form of self-protection.

After coming out of the office, Victor closed the door, put on his hat again, looked left and right, and walked towards the cafeteria. He smiled and greeted familiar colleagues passing by.

"iéntate. (Sit down)!"

When I walked into the cafeteria, I saw about a hundred prisoners sitting down. The second prison area had a larger population, about two thousand people. They had to eat in groups, for fear of any trouble.

The prison guard shouted with a loud speaker.

Those prisoners didn't care at all. Some of them even sat down and whispered to each other, not giving any face.

Victor was also a police sergeant, serving as the deputy of the second prison area. He was responsible for the canteen, exercise, and bathing. Not only was the work tiring, but it also offended people.

"Victor." Casare stood at the entrance of the canteen with his hands behind his back. He saw a figure in his peripheral vision and called out quickly.

The muscles on Victor's expression relaxed slightly, and he walked over. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a burst of noise and clamor. He turned his head and saw a black man with dreadlocks, chattering excitedly, slamming the plate hard, cursing, and the people next to him started to make a noise.

The prison guard shouted nervously for him to sit down, but he just turned a deaf ear to him.

"Who is this guy?"

Casare squinted his eyes, stood on tiptoe and took a look. He had a good memory. "Friedson Kuhlmann, the backbone of the Millennium Group."

"Millennium Group?" This name is a bit familiar. It should have produced celebrities. "Did they pay?"

Casare was stunned, and then understood what he meant. "No, the Millennium Group never pays."

"In my place, you don't pay, but you are still so arrogant? Interesting." Victor laughed angrily and pulled out a plastic stick from Casare's waist.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Seeing this, Casare hurriedly grabbed him and asked.

"What? Let him know what it means that poor players should be low-key." Victor spit.

"Bastard! We don't eat this pig food, I want to eat caviar! I want to eat fruit, you sons of bitches, go feed the pigs." Friedson Kuhlmann shouted loudly.

The people next to him cheered in response.

"Yes! We want to eat caviar! I also want women, I want to do X!"

"Women! Women! Women!"

The people around him slammed the table and shouted.

Friedson Kuhlmann was very proud. Those who are out there like to show off. Being hacked to death will also be on the news.

"Caviar? Did you pay me?"

Friedson Kuhlmann heard a sound next to him, turned his head, and saw a stick coming down on his head. He wanted to dodge but it was too late, and was knocked to the ground.

He covered his head, blood all over his head.

"Fuck you! You're making trouble? You didn't pay me, but you're still making trouble. Eat caviar? I'll treat you to shit." Victor waved the stick and hit the other person hard.

He didn't hit him lightly.

"Hey! What are you doing! Stop it."

"Pull him away."

"Kill this policeman!"

The atmosphere was getting more and more wrong. Casare was very nervous. The prison guard standing on the second floor had already sounded the alarm.

A sturdy man with a tattoo of tree rings on his head was the closest, and he was about to catch Victor fiercely. The latter turned around, drew his gun, and stuffed it into the man's mouth, all in one go.

"If you scream again, I'll smash your mouth."

With a huge thing in his mouth, the sturdy man became even more ferocious, not afraid at all, screaming, pointing arrogantly at his temple, saying, "You kill me!"

Bang!

Gunshot!

The whole cafeteria suddenly became quiet, the sturdy man covered his left ear, screaming, blood seeping out from the gaps between his fingers, and half of his ear fell on the ground.

"Shut up!" Victor stepped on the man's mouth with one foot and put his finger on his mouth, "Shh, you are very noisy, do you know?"

Friedson Kuhlmann was shocked.

The prison guard...

Dare to shoot first?

This is very un-Mexican.

"Everyone, squat down. Don't think I'm joking. If anyone stands, my hands will be very nervous. If the bullet hits, I won't know where it hits." Victor narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone. Most of the people who came out of prison were not young and inexperienced. Those who were stubborn would have died long ago. They all understood a saying: A man who knows the times is a hero. They squatted down obediently. Just as the situation was under control, they heard footsteps and the emergency team rushed in. Haggis Baird had a dark face. When he saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows, "What's going on?" Casare hurriedly explained the cause of the matter. Haggis Baird nodded, "Send the injured to the infirmary, and the leader Friedson will be locked up in the solitary confinement room. The rest will starve for three days." After speaking, he turned to look at Victor. Seeing that the other party was so indifferent, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "I will tell the warden about this." Their direct superiors were injured. It is said that they cannot work normally, so they report directly to Webster. "Of course, within the procedure." Victor was very casual.

His procedure was correct. If he was threatened, he was allowed to use weapons. This was a highland prison, not an ordinary prison. No one could enter unless he was a murderer.

Haggis Baird glanced at him, "The man you just injured is not ordinary. He is the cousin of the leader of the Knights of Disang."

Victor looked at him, staring straight at him. The other party frowned, but also stared at him, but soon felt his eyes sore and defeated.

"Do you know Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas?"

"Where is that?" Haggis Baird frowned. He felt that he was being looked down upon, and his tone was very bad.

"There was once a US president lying there. Is there any place with a higher status than that person?"

Victor smiled and patted his shoulder, made a gun gesture with his fingers, and shook it next to his temple. "No matter how high your status is, you will die after one shot, right, Mr. Haggis Baird."

Haggis Baird was furious and wanted to talk, but Gao pushed him away and left. Casare hesitated, smiled embarrassedly at the former, and followed him.

"Fuck! Son of a bitch!"

Haggis Baird kicked the dining table, and his whole face drooped.

"Victor, you said that, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?" Casare trotted up and said worriedly.

"A turtle can block a machete when it shrinks, but it can't avoid a bomb. Since we have a feud, we will fight to the death. Moreover, if I don't make a big fuss, how can some people make up their minds?" Victor said in a riddle, and the other party was confused.

"Then be careful."

"Don't worry, I was in the hospital last week, and the doctor said that my bone density is thicker than a bulletproof vest."

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