"From now on, Guadalupe Island will be our turf!" Victor exhaled a puff of smoke, moving from a jail guard to a police station director wasn't easy.
But in his plan, this place was merely a stepping-stone. First, he needed to secure his base, then he would counter-attack the inland cities of Mexico. The entire Latin America continent would need a greeting from the "drug control" iron fist!
Drugs are the most "disgusting" thing in the world!
They must be eradicated!
"Should we get some more defensive weapons? I heard the drug traffickers even have submarines. Should we set up some cannons at the dock?" Casare quietly suggested.
Having tasted the benefits of firepower, he couldn't forget it even now.
"It would be best if we could set up an anti-air defense too. All the big cartels have air routes, if anyone flies over, we shoot them down directly!"
Casare became more and more excited as he spoke.
Men...
When they're together, they talk about three things, women, politics, military.
Do they talk about how much chicken costs at the market entrance?
They probably know the red light district very well.
"Should we blow up the mountain, then stuff some missiles in there?" Victor couldn't help but laugh as he said it.
Casare was taken aback, he looked up, pausing for two to three seconds before asking, "Boss... can you get missiles?"
!!!
"Do you think I'm a warlord?"
Casare stayed silent, just looking at his own boss. Victor felt a bit of a tingle on his scalp under his gaze, pointing at him and saying, "Don't slander me, we're heavily armed police!"
"The drug trafficker firepower is so fierce, the caliber isn't big, it really makes me feel insecure."
Casare didn't say a word, just nodded vigorously.
Everything you say is right, boss.
As Victor cursed twice and walked back to the office, he said at the doorway, "Military control is canceled, and from now on, December 27th will be set as 'Guadalupe Island Freedom Day' to celebrate Guadalupe Island becoming the first strictly no drug trafficker area in Mexico."
Yes!
No drug traffickers.
Bring one, kill one. Even if a drug trafficker has freaking multiple lives, it wouldn't be enough for Uncle Victor to kill.
"I think we need a spokesperson for the police force," Casare suggested.
Due to its unique geographical location, most of Guadalupe Island's supplies come from external purchases. There are two companies on the island similar to grain and oil stores. When the time comes, we can directly take them over!
If they disagree...
Cough cough... Victor would definitely not resort to any tactics.
He is a good guy after all.
Victor carefully pondered Casare's idea and felt it had high feasibility. If they didn't address the employment issues, these people with nothing to do would soon form new crime groups.
This would create a vicious cycle.
"Furthermore, for the handwork, we don't have to gather them together. They can take the work home. If we need an assembly line, we can requisition the city hall. It's huge and barely used; might as well turn it into a factory."
"So you've thought this through?" Victor looked at Casare with a peculiar expression, "That's not like you."
"I'm thinking about making progress, aren't I? I always have to learn when following you, Boss. If we maintain Guadalupe Island well, the Mexican Government... cough, even if the drug traffickers want to act against us, we can organize a militia in a short span."
He almost let his true thoughts slip.
Being an emperor in this place couldn't feel more thrilling!
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By then...
With Victor Boss's reputation, he could definitely run for office.
By that time, what surname would Mexico bear?
Ding~~ Ring~
The phone on the desk rang abruptly, interrupting their enthusiastic conversation. Victor picked up the phone and his expression immediately turned solemn, "Okay, I understand." He hung up after saying this.
"Go to the dock; Gulf Group has sent someone to redeem the shipment."
Casare was also startled by this news.
"Boss, are we going to let them take it back? Wouldn't that continue to harm others?"
Victor smiled broadly, "They have to bring money to redeem their goods, right? Let's 'invite' them in. Once they set foot on Guadalupe Island, we can arrest them. Then their money becomes our spoils of war, doesn't it?"
Sinister!
Truly sinister!
Casare gave a thumbs-up, "Boss, you're absolutely right!"
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