Luciano, this DEA Commander, was no good guy.
In 1987, when the United States and Mexico jointly launched a drug enforcement raid on Tijuana's territory, he contacted the brothers Benjamin and Ramon, enabling them to escape and even sacrificing 17 Mexican drug enforcement police officers in the process.
That's right, the two brothers from Tijuana were the nephews of "Godfather" Gallardo.
They had once entrusted Luciano to assist their uncle in prison, so he had a good relationship with the former Warden, Webster.
That must be one of the reasons he disliked Victor.
The relationships in Mexico are incredibly complex.
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"Security! Security!!"
Next to them, an interrogator yelled out loud, and someone rushed towards the outside.
"Stop!"
Victor shouted, and the members of the DEA quickly cocked their guns, scaring everyone witless.
Even Alejandro got scared.
"Victor... you need to calm down, you're a police officer!"
Victor turned his head and nodded with a smile, "Of course, I will not tarnish my reputation for a few scumbags who collude with drug traffickers."
"I just want to say, you have no right to judge me from a moral high ground, sir, you make the Mexican police feel ashamed!"
"Don't think that I don't know about your dirty dealings, Mr. Julian Bennett!" Victor suddenly pointed at a glasses-wearing interrogator, "You still remember what happened eleven years ago, right? If the United States Drug Enforcement Administration finds out it was you who took 500,000 US Dollars from Pedro Aviles to let him go, do you think they won't kill you?"
The man with glasses immediately changed color.
"And you, Lady Rebecca, you bore Aviles a son; oh, a female security official having a child with a drug lord..."
"You... that's nonsense!"
These bureaucrats were full of filth underneath their facades.
But in Mexico, such things were all too common.
A country in Latin America, desperate.
Victor looked at Luciano with a mocking glance, "Sir, I think you don't want your dirty laundry aired in public, do you?"
Luciano, with his face contorted in pain, had trembling lips.
He wanted to pull out the dagger, but lacked the courage to do so.
Victor patted his face, "So, don't mess with me, got it, sir?!"
He too wished to finish off these 12 people with a 'tat-tat-tat.'
"There will be others, the skies of Mexico can't be dark forever." Victor thought of Samboerne, the first person he met who was full of justice.
Too bad, he was too stubborn.
"There are many things we can't change."
"We aren't born destined to change something, but to fight against something. As a child, I fought against my parents' arrangement of my life, as I grew up, I fought against the hardships life threw at me, now I fight against the destruction that drug traffickers cause to this world. As long as I'm not dead, the fight will never stop."
Alejandro stopped walking, "But what if you find a mountain behind you that you just can't fight against?"
Victor turned his head, took a cigarette out of the other's shirt pocket, and put it in his mouth, "Then just blow up the mountain, caliber can solve all problems. If that doesn't work, then increase the caliber."
As he spoke, he put his hand on Alejandro's shoulder, "Buddy, all you have to do is keep climbing up, and what I have to do is provide for your needs. Money? You need not worry; safety, you need not worry either. I will have someone protect your family."
"Don't you want to solve Mexico's problems? Perhaps a hundred years from now, you will be remembered in history like this: the greatest man in Mexico."
Welcome to flattery...
No more using names, just directly 'buddy.'
And honestly, Victor's eloquence was impressive; Alejandro was getting a rush of blood to the head.
But still being down-to-earth, he asked for specifics.
"What are the benefits of doing this?"
"Don't you think a peaceful and tranquil Mexico would collect more taxes??"
Alejandro got it immediately.
Damn!
To think your integrity was so high when, in reality, you also wanted to make money.
But what you said was truly tempting.
Isn't taxing the most profitable business in the world?
In truth, Victor also wanted to say that he was contributing to humanity, but that was too noble for him to utter. Making money while taking down drug lords was the most exhilarating part.
...
Victor declined Alejandro's invitation to dinner.
He still felt safer going back to prison.
Sitting in the armored car, Victor opened his eyes wanting to check his points.
He only glanced at it, and even someone as composed as he was nearly fell off his seat.
"10,789,000!"
I'm rich!