The order appointing Victor as the Director of the Guadalupe Island Police Station came down swiftly.
The efficiency of the Mexican bureaucracy was surprisingly fast at this time.
Upon receiving his appointment, Victor immediately discovered that his Golden Finger staff of 40 had doubled to 80, it seemed that with any promotion, the number doubled.
So, how many people would there be when serving as the head of security?
The thought was exhilarating.
But 80 people were definitely not enough, Victor began recruiting directly from within the jail guards!
Notices were plastered all over Plateau Prison in conspicuous places, and the broadcast looped the message of recruitment for the EDM reserve team.
"A salary of 1,000 US dollars per month for those selected? Plus 25 days of annual leave and a year-end bonus of 2,000 US dollars?"
"Compensation for on-duty injuries varies by rank."
Many jail guards stood in front of the notices whispering to each other.
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Those who were good at math had already started calculating, "72,000 US dollars!"
Of course, that number is high!
In theory, the Mexican Government surely has an effective compensation system, but do you think those corrupt officials would pay up?
They would rather stuff these "blood buns" into their own luxurious houses.
Sooner or later, all these people would also be swept away!
Corrupt bureaucrats are even more despicable than drug traffickers!
Victor's credibility within the prison wasn't bad, at the very least the guards had received a fair share of sanitation fees, with ordinary jail guards earning an extra 200 Pesos each month.
Hearing now about this opportunity, they went in droves to sign up.
Casare was incredibly busy, but he didn't know what the criteria were. Anyway, the boss glanced over, seemingly relying entirely on "first impressions".
Victor didn't have high requirements for the jail guards. As long as they weren't pawns implanted by some drug trafficker and didn't have too close of an association with drug trafficking organizations.
Minor theft or a tattooed buttocks—none of those were important.
Mexico is just TMD without good people.
If you travel to Mexico, just remember one thing: don't waste your money on insurance because you might not get compensated by the insurance company, life and death are predestined, and wealth is an illusion!
The EDM reserve recruited 220 members among the jail guards, and even when told they had no formal positions, classified as "Police Auxiliary Staff", they didn't care.
Why bother with paltry government rations when there's money to be made?
"Warden, how much is the salary for the official members of EDM?" asked a jail guard who had joined the reserve team, raising his hand curiously.
"Don't, don't kill me! I'll leave Guadalupe Island right now," cried a middle-aged man, his voice loud with tears.
Tap tap tap~
A pair of boots came into the middle-aged man's view, and a mocking laugh sounded in his ears, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor, but your request is denied. Do you have any last words you would like me to pass on?"
"Money! I'll give you lots of money," the middle-aged man continued to cry out.
"Once we kill you, your money will be ours," the drug lord raised his gun to the man's temple and pulled the trigger, biu~
The bullet went straight through his skull.
He wouldn't have felt much pain, as it directly destroyed the brain nerves.
"Kill them all!"
No sooner had the drug lord finished speaking than the kneeling workers screamed and tried to run, but were shot down one by one.
The air outside City Hall was steeped in the stench of fresh blood.
A trafficker took a spray can to the white wall at the entrance and wrote in Spanish, "Guadalupe Island, we are the order!"
Below it, he drew a skull with a dagger thrust through it, looking very cruel.
"¡Piratas! (Pirates!)"
Another trafficker held a video camera towards their leader, who was arrogantly flipping the bird, "We do not welcome any governmental agencies to Guadalupe Island. We will defend the cleanliness of our island!"
"Especially Victor Carlos Vieri!"
"If he does not heed our warning, we will take righteous measures and toss him into the sea to feed Jaws, you hear me? Bastard!"
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"Did you hear that? Bastard!"
The taunts of the drug trafficker came from the TV set.
The office was eerily silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Casare and the others glanced at Victor who was sitting down, noticing his calm face, but suddenly he laughed.
This is bad...
Victor laughed!
Who on earth would you provoke if not him?
"It seems that the people of Guadalupe Island are very welcoming of us." Victor pressed his cigarette butt into the ashtray, pointing at the drug trafficker on the TV, "I like his mouth."
"Today we finish the handover, and tomorrow we should probably go have a meeting with them!"
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