Chapter 20 How to Run a Multi-Million Dollar Business with Just a Few Dollars?

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The criminals in the fight covered their legs and screamed miserably. The sudden addition of the "murderer" obviously put great pressure on both groups.

They stared at each other, as if they wanted to eat each other.

Victor blinked and saw their origins clearly. This gang is called: Blood Alliance. They have been engaged in human smuggling business near Mexico for a long time and transported some refugees to the United States.

Their strength is considered medium in the country, but this gang is more dirty. Many foreign tourists disappeared inexplicably. It is said that they were responsible. The Mexican Crime Department believes that they are closely related to organ smuggling in Southeast Asia.

The other gang is called: Texas Syndicate (TS7). This organization is international and is mainly composed of Mexican immigrants. They are either serving sentences in American prisons or serving sentences outside prisons.

This gang was formed to protect Mexican immigrants from being killed by other California gangs, including the Aryan Brotherhood and the Mexican Mafia.

The dirty things these two gangs do in private are so filthy that even Bao Qingtian would have to deal with them for three days.

"Officer, is it illegal for us to fight?" A man with long hair, a snake head tattooed on his arm, and a cigarette in his mouth, "Why? Do we need to apply?"

He flicked the ash with a cigarette and it flicked directly on Victor. He pretended to be in a hurry, "Sorry, sorry." Then he kicked the emergency team member next to him in the stomach, and the other party knelt on the ground in pain.

Then he pointed at Victor very arrogantly, "You dog policeman, you want to meddle in other people's business, who the hell are you?"

People from other gangs nearby were watching the excitement.

"I tell you, this prison..."

Bang!

Before the other party finished speaking, he was shot in the head. At such a close distance, there was no hope, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

The crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Let someone who is civilized, polite and has brushed his teeth come over and talk." Victor pointed his pistol at them, "I am a very reasonable person. If anyone of you has any questions, just stand up and tell me face to face."

The Blood Alliance and the Texas Syndicate looked at each other and pursed their lips nervously.

Perhaps because he felt that he couldn't be a coward in front of such a brother, the Blood Alliance stepped out and swallowed his saliva, "Sir, don't think we are afraid of you just because you take out a gun. You only have 12 bullets at most, and we have so many people here."

"I know."

Victor smiled, "I just need to kill a few of the ones who jump out."

Criminal organizations all over the world are the same, bullying the weak and fearing the strong!

Why do Mexican drug dealers dare to bully the police and even kill at will? That's a political problem. The upper echelons are corrupt, but if you change to a tougher government, which gang dares to jump out like this?

American Mafia Godfather Al Capone is awesome, right?

Nicknamed the King of Chicago!

Spokesperson for Thompson submachine guns.

Underground emperor.

But isn't it easy for the US government to deal with you? The FBI dare not touch you, but the IRS will. If they investigate your tax evasion, tanks will be at your doorstep that night.

"I'll say it again, hold your head and squat down!"

Seeing that the policeman was serious, the Blood Alliance and the Texas Syndicate could only do as they were told, but some people secretly watched him, as if they wanted to remember him and find someone to kill him.

"Casare, who hit you?"

All the prison guards looked over at the same time, and the thick-skinned Casare was a little at a loss. He pointed at one of the strong men, and the other's face turned green.

Victor went up and kicked him in the face. The other was furious and wanted to punch, but he held a gun to his face, "Fuck you, the whole prison knows that Casare is my brother, I protect him, you bastard, you don't give me face if you touch him."

"If you have the guts, put the gun down, let's fight one by one." The other party was very stubborn and said unconvinced, but he kept looking at the pistol from the corner of his eye, fearing that the other party would shoot. Obviously, he was also very weak in his heart, just wanting to save face.

"One-on-one? What era is this? I have a gun and I'm going to fight you one-on-one. Your mother must have screwed your brain when she was pregnant with you." Victor hit the other's eye with his elbow. This place is very fragile and basically it will break if hit.

The other person squatted on the ground with his face covered in pain.

Victor seemed to have not vented his anger yet, and kicked him hard twice.

"Stop, Victor!"

A voice full of great anger sounded, and Webster pushed aside the onlookers and walked in. Seeing the corpse inside and the criminal who was curled up after being fucked, his face suddenly turned black and his face twitched.

"What are you doing!"

"Who allowed you to shoot in prison?"

He asked a series of questions. Victor didn't speak, but Casare next to him spoke first, "Sir, they were the first to attack the police."

Webster: "Then can you kill people?"

"Then you catch me." Victor stretched out his hand, choking the other party's eyes. The former stretched out his hand to signal Casare to shut up and unzipped his police uniform, "We are police, they are criminals, if they dare to make trouble, we will beat them!"

"Who gave them the ability to beat the police in prison? The law or Jesus?"

"Sir, I, Victor, can't stand it. I can't bear to see them beat my brothers and colleagues. This is an insult to me. If you don't dare to intervene, then let me do it. I will definitely take care of this kind of thing. Being a policeman also has dignity."

He almost suppressed Webster and yelled at the end.

Casare saw Victor moving his hands on his back, and immediately understood, and responded, "Yes, sir, problems will occur every time you go out, but you just don't care, but we have to suffer, and our work is difficult to do." , I get beaten up every time, so I might as well become a drug dealer.”

This sentence touched the hearts of colleagues around me.

Many of them had had enough. Although the drug dealers in Plateau Prison would pay tribute, they beat and scolded them at every turn, even if they beat Webster to death. They had no sense of security in their lives as police officers.

The expressions of the prison guards watching became very complicated.

Victor saw this scene. He deliberately incited emotions in front of Webster. A boss who did nothing was very annoying, and the prison had long had problems with him.

In the last football match, in addition to Victor being injured, three police officers also died in the line of duty.

But in the end there was no pension.

Victor's purpose is very simple, to find a "partner" in prison. In his opinion, Webster must die. Either he dies or he dies. It is impossible for the two people to get along.

I will choose to release it again, but the "power" in this plateau prison cannot be released just now. Maybe when will it be used?

The reason why he dared to confront the other party without giving in was because Webster might have the power to move himself around prison, but he definitely had no power to expel himself.

A police sergeant needs to be approved by the higher authorities. Do you think someone who is on imperial ration can be fired as soon as he is fired? Of course, Webster can also find people above him to solve the "trouble" of Victor, but if you can't even control the inside of the prison, what will your superiors think of you?

Victor wants to take this opportunity to "get on top".

You want to get promoted and get rich, but if you tell me you don’t fight for it, do you think it will just fall from the sky?

Daydreaming!

Just like many people buy incense worth 2 yuan, and then go to the door of the Temple of Wealth with a stack of scratch-off tickets to pray for blessings and fortune.

Don't be kidding me. You ask the director to do something worth millions and just carry a barrel of oil?

Whoever wants to make you rich is stupid.

"You are very good." Webster pointed at the two of them, his nose crooked with anger.

"I'm just protecting my colleagues, sir! I will never allow them to lose their dignity while defending justice."

What he said is very convincing!

The onlookers' blood boiled when they heard this.

But the filth inside is all fucking business.

Webster gritted his teeth, pointed at the two of them with his fingers, turned around and left with fierce eyes.

"Put these people in a cell and give them a bowl of food every day for the next seven days. I'll see if they fight over food." Victor ordered the emergency team.

The leaderless team hesitated for a moment, then all stood at attention and saluted, "It's sir."

The gang members who were fighting in groups were suppressed, and anyone who disobeyed would be charged directly with the baton. Obviously, they were still angry just now. The other prison guards sent the criminals back to jail, but when many criminals returned, they looked at Victor with a very disgusting look. eccentric.

"Victor, if those criminals are given a bowl of rice every day, will they kill people?" Casare said, "It's better not to make things too big."

"Do you think today's matter is small? Maybe my head will be on the reward list of those gangsters tonight." Victor said it very lightly, not afraid at all.

When will you be on the American bounty list, you should be more nervous.

"Wouldn't it be better to kill him? When the time comes, you can find some media to publicize the chaotic management of Plateau Prison and Webster's inaction, and describe him as a corrupt policeman who tortured prisoners. I don't believe that anyone will stand up for him then. ”

Public opinion can kill!

Make reasonable use of public opinion and enjoy a wicked life.

"When the time comes, I'll find a few prostitutes to tell the tabloids that he likes exciting things. Whether it's true or not, if this kind of thing spreads, it will become true."

Casare felt that Victor was full of evil, and even his saliva might have a bit of viciousness. If he really followed his path, the name Webster would definitely resound throughout Mexico City.

"Have you seen the emergency response team in the prison?"

Casare nodded.

"Find a way to build a good relationship with them. Then I will find a way to promote you to the police rank so that you can lead them."

"Do you have any idea?"

"Send money, give money to your boss!"

"What if he doesn't accept it?"

Victor stopped, looked at him, and thought carefully, "Then let Holder find someone to follow his family. Either collect money, or the whole family will die. Let him choose."

"So do you have money now?" Casare always likes to ask.

I don't like this question very much.

"Then try to find more buyers this month. If that doesn't work, just advertise in the newspaper."

"Are they in stock?"

"There are enough bullets in Soviet warehouses to fill the entire Pacific. I need buyers now! Buyers! Buyers!"

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