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Boom~
Confetti scattered.
Applause thundered.
In the central square of Mexicali, a grand award ceremony was being held.
Victor and Alejandro were rewarding individuals who had performed exceptionally during the "Mexicali Drug War."
"Congratulations, young man, I hope you keep up the good work!"
Carlos, nicknamed Rookie, excitedly took the "First Class Mexican Combat Hero Medal" and a check for half a million Pesos from Alejandro's hands. His thighs were so stiff that he could hardly move as he descended the stage.
"That's awesome! Let me take a look." His teammate quickly "snatched" the medal from his hands—it was about the width of two fingers, with Victor's portrait on the front and a phrase on the back that read: "¡¡Siempre leal a Víctor! (Always loyal to Victor!)"
"This is real," his teammate said, surprised at the heft of the medal.
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"This is real, Director Victor, are these made of gold?" A female reporter shouted.
What did she mean by that? Did she look down on Duke Victor?
During the raid on the drug traffickers in Dan Senada City, they had found several hundred pounds of gold. Victor had taken a portion of that gold to be forged into medals, as rewards for those with outstanding contributions.
Plus half a million Pesos!
Combining faith with material rewards was sure to yield unexpected results.
Victor smiled at the camera, "I know that for certain reasons in Mexico, the policing profession is looked down upon by everyone. This is a societal tragedy. Law enforcement should be upholding the law and justice, but the reality is often that policemen become the lackeys of drug traffickers."
"I will not allow this!"
"I will significantly improve the welfare and honor of the police officers and ensure that any officer fighting for Mexico will not bow down to material needs!"
"I also sincerely invite people of ambition to join us and help create a better life for the Mexican people!"
The reporter glanced at the cameraman who nodded, so she put away the microphone, "Thank you for the interview, Mr. Victor."
"It's the least I can do."
Watching the reporter walk away, Alejandro came over, "Are you really planning to reform the government departments?"
"We need a strong government, not a lax organization!"
"Artillery can solve fundamental problems, but it's the system that resolves conflicts!"
Victor was dissatisfied with the extremely fragmented current state of the police department. Mexico lacked a unified civil servant examination system, with recruitment done locally, which led many big drug traffickers to become police officers in their country when they couldn't make it in the United States.
Gallardo, El Mencho, Guzman had all damn been policemen.
Was the Mexican Police Department a "Drug Lord Creation Camp"?
With the recruitment of mixed-quality police officers and the corruption within the Mexican Government, did you think law and order could be good?
During the Tlatelolco Massacre of 1968, riot police got paid thirty Pesos to knock down a student, which led to the subsequent world-shocking massacre.
What Victor wanted was loyal, faithful officers who fought ceaselessly. Chapter Find:
Plainly speaking, he needed centralization!
Throughout April and early May.
Approximately 20,000 active duty soldiers and police officers in Mexico were "reorganized" by drug traffickers.
One really wonders, is Mexico still a country?
At that time.
Murders erupted all around!
Public security plummeted alarmingly.
Of course, there were those who did not wish to surrender to the drug traffickers, and these people took their families to seek refuge in Baja California, but the drug traffickers would not allow them to run.
The drug traffickers also knew that population was an important asset—who would do the planting? Who would handle the transport?
So they tried by all means to stop them from escaping.
For a time, the border area of Sonora State adjacent to Baja California became a frontline of confrontation.
The scent of gunpowder was unbelievably thick in the air.
And at this time, Victor was at his stronghold—Guadalupe Island.
Hosting the unveiling ceremony for the "Victor Statue."
That's right, his beloved islanders had spontaneously raised funds to erect a statue in honor of their beloved police chief.
It stood about three meters high!
And was placed at a high point in the center of the newly opened "Victor Park."
Standing there, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, he seemed to be blessing the peace of Guadalupe Island.
"This was an unnecessary expense; the public shouldn't have to spend their money on this,"
Seeing the boss's happy expression, Casare knew what to say, "The per capita disposable income on Guadalupe Island for the new quarter is 600 Pesos a month, which is a whopping 120% higher than last year. You've improved people's lives, so they're willing to chip in a bit."
Victor was utterly pleased by these words, looking at his right-hand man thinking, indeed, he was a confidant, "How would you like to be the first mayor of Guadalupe Island?"
"???" Fatty Tiger was completely baffled. Could flattery really propel someone that fast?
"This... Mayor?" Casare stammered, "Is that possible?"
Victor patted his shoulder, "Here, there's no question of possibility, only whether you're willing or not!"
The role of mayor involved managing lots of trivial matters, and Casare was perfect for it; it would serve as good practice, and Victor planned to propel him up when the time was right.
With Victor's support, even if you were a dog, you'd be able to hold a high position.
"As long as the boss wants me to be mayor, I'll be mayor!"
"Then take office tomorrow."
A smile crossed Casare's face.
Indeed, choosing the right person to follow was more important than any other choice.
"So what should I do first, boss?"
"Go to Mexicali and apply for tax autonomy for Guadalupe Island!"
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