Viktor returned to the prison with a smile on his face.
More than ten million...
As long as his finances could keep up and he could afford the payroll, he would have enough to arm an entire reinforced battalion.
The day when 155mm self-propelled howitzers would rain hell on the drug lords' base camp was coming soon.
Missiles scouring the ground, tanks leading the way, infantry sweeping the field!
Was this about becoming a warlord or a policeman?
With just a handful of men, I was a true loyalist of Mexico!
But once I had a reinforced division under my command, brothers, it really became tough on me.
Casare was directing the prisoners to pick out some human tissues from the crevices when he heard the commotion. He quickly handed the water hose to the jail guard next to him and jogged over, "Boss, Best is back."
The guy had been sent to Juarez to negotiate some business with Aguilar.
"Where is he?"
"In the office."
Viktor valued the arms dealing business; he needed a lot of money. The people he converted also needed to be paid salaries, and surely he couldn't rely on just this small number of people for combat.
You have to pay salaries to recruit people, don't you?
If they die, you have to pay compensation, don't you?
Even as a future Director, you'd need to build towers and forts and invest in real industries for your base, all of which cost money.
Without money, you can't do anything.
In the prison discipline office, Viktor was taken aback when he saw Best with his arm in plaster, "What happened?"
Best stood up and called out to the boss. At his questioning, he smiled wryly and shook his head, "It's nothing serious, just a broken arm."
"A few days ago, Armando from Juarez beat to death Brigadier General Derek Alvarez from the Chihuahua State 18th Division."
"The military and Juarez are at war, and this is just an accident where I broke my arm."
Casare was dumbfounded.
A Brigadier General shot dead in the street?!
Was Juarez staging an uprising?
Still too small, too small...
In 2013, Mexican Navy Vice Admiral Carlos Miguel Salazar was attacked by a missile, and I emphasize, "missile". His convoy was ambushed, and later while he knelt pleading for mercy, he was cruelly killed!
Going further back.
In 1987, Major General Cadres, the head of the Traxico City security forces in Oaxaca State, was attacked and killed by drug traffickers just one hour after taking office.
All because he had talked about drug prohibition before his term began.
Viktor frowned, "For what reason?"
"One of Armando's YC-43 planes crashed, but the cargo belonged to the Colombians. If it didn't arrive at the U.S. border on schedule, he would have to pay a huge indemnity, yet at that moment, Chihuahua State suddenly imposed martial law, grounding all flights."
"Armando approached Brigadier General Derek Alvarez, but it seems the two quarreled, and in the end, Armando killed him in the barracks!"
Even the audacious Viktor raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
"What about Armando?" Casare asked from the side.
Upon hearing his boss's words, Best's face lit up with delight.
Victor patted his shoulder and told him to rest well and that he was counting on him for business matters.
"Don't worry, boss. I won't miss a single penny!"
...
Three days flashed by.
No news came from Juarez, but Victor received a call from Alejandro.
"What? I've been appointed as the Police Chief of Guadalupe Island?" Victor was taken aback upon hearing the news from the other end of the phone.
Alejandro spoke in a heavy tone, "The Police Chief of Guadalupe Island was martyred the day before yesterday. Luciano and others in the security department nominated you to succeed him, and the internal meeting has already passed it."
The day before yesterday...
That was the second day after offending Luciano and his kind.
Alejandro didn't believe there wasn't a catch!
"Those bastards want you dead! Can you even go to Guadalupe Island? That place is Tijuana's territory, and there are over twenty drug trafficking organizations alone!"
Alejandro couldn't help cursing, "There are gangs and all that, too. With a population of 80,000, at least 70,000 are bad seeds. Do you know how the last Police Chief died in the line of duty? He was gunned down while patrolling the streets."
He was furious, but suddenly his brow furrowed, and he asked in a strange tone, "Victor, are you laughing?"
"Of course not, I'm mourning for my colleague! When is the inauguration?"
"Within half a month. There's no official document yet, but I learned about it through insiders. After you leave, I'll also be reassigned."
"Then who will be in charge of the Prison Administration Bureau?" That was what Victor cared about most.
"It's very likely going to be Pier Luigi, the one you beat up."
This displeased Victor greatly.
Alejandro lowered his voice, "Someone behind the scenes wants to protect him."
"How is your relationship with the other Deputy Director?"
"It's okay."
"Ask him if he's willing to take the Director role. I have someone arranged for the Highland Prison Warden position; I'll handle Pier Luigi!"
Alejandro fell silent for a moment, "I'll talk to him and get back to you soon."
Once the call ended.
Victor's expression almost broke into a laugh, which he barely managed to suppress.
Guadalupe Island!
70,000 criminals?
Exaggerated, exaggerated.
Once I, Chief Victor, take office, they'll all have to be saints!
I'm talking about the remaining 10,000.
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