"From now on, Guadalupe Island is our territory!" Victor blew out smoke. Going from a prison guard to a police chief really wasn't easy.
But in his plan, this was just a springboard. First maintain the power base, then counterattack Mexico's inland cities. The entire Latin American continent needed greetings from the "anti-drug" iron fist!
Drugs were the most "disgusting" thing in the world!
Must be eliminated!
"Should we get some defensive weapons? I heard drug dealers have submarines too. Should we get some cannons at the dock?" Casare quietly suggested.
Having tasted the benefits of firepower, he couldn't forget it even now.
"Best if we could set up an air defense position. The big drug trafficking groups here all have aircraft routes. If anyone flies over, we'll shoot them down directly!"
By the end, Casare was getting more and more excited.
Men...
When together, they only talked about three things: women, politics, military affairs.
Surely they wouldn't discuss how much chicken cost per pound at the market?
They might know the red-light districts very well though.
"Should we dig up the mountain and put some missiles inside?" Victor couldn't help laughing.
Casare was stunned, looked up, and after pausing for two or three seconds, "Boss... can you get missiles?"
!!!
"You think I'm a warlord?"
Casare said nothing, just looked at his boss like that. Victor felt his scalp tingle under the stare, pointing at him, "Don't slander me. We're heavily armed police!"
"Drug dealers have such fierce firepower. Without thick caliber, I feel very insecure."
Casare didn't speak, just nodded vigorously.
Boss, everything you say is right.
Victor cursed a few words and walked back to his office. At the doorway he said, "Cancel martial law, and from now on designate December 27th as Guadalupe Island's 'Freedom Day,' celebrating Guadalupe Island becoming Mexico's first strictly drug-dealer-free zone."
Yes!
No drug dealers.
Kill them as they come. Even if drug dealers had a dozen lives, it wouldn't be enough for Victor to kill.
"I think we need a police station spokesperson," Casare said.
Victor immediately thought of the big-breasted TV host he'd seen when working as a prison guard in Mexico City. He mentioned his candidate, and Casare looked at him strangely, "Boss, Mexican TV stations have established positions."
"Then give her a raise. I believe she'll make the right choice."
Casare always felt Victor's motives weren't very pure.
...
The police station canceled martial law!
This should be the best news.
It meant many people who made a living by street vending could come out to work.
At night, there was finally some human presence.
But not everyone liked this lifestyle.
Many people sat on park steps, sighing and gulping cheap beer.
"Gilipollas (Bastard!), Victor... I..." A bare-chested middle-aged man smashed the bottle in his hand on the ground, somewhat drunk. His companion quickly held him back, "Don't you want to live? Is this someone you can curse?"
The middle-aged man sobered up, sat down sullenly, and continued sighing deeply.
They were all "external personnel" of drug trafficking groups - so-called downstream dealers, transporters, porters, etc.
Why couldn't Mexican drug dealers be completely eliminated?
Because many people depended on them for survival.
Places like Guadalupe Island had no industrial plants, and because it was a volcanic island, many cash crops weren't suitable for cultivation. Many people lived off drug dealers.
This was why Calderón's drug war starting in 2006 ended in "government surrender." If you couldn't solve people's livelihood problems, even if you caught Guzmán, there would still be Amado, El Mencho, and others.
Farmers who lost their livelihood were only a thought away from becoming rioters.
Many drunk citizens began causing trouble, but the situation was still within controllable limits.
When Victor came to work the next day, Senior Assistant Casare handed him a police report, "Boss, we received 22 calls last night, 14 of which were fights. I think we should find something for the local people to do."
"Do you have any good ideas?"
Casare turned back to close the door, "We can set up a processing plant like at Altiplano Prison, have Best go to California to find some orders. With so many people on Guadalupe Island, we could definitely become Mexico's largest contract manufacturing plant."
Good heavens...
Who said there were no smart people in Mexico?
Guadalupe Island still had about 70,000 people. What processing plant in the world had that many workers?
"And we can control local supplies, making island residents spend as much as they earn. Wouldn't this money come back to our pockets?"
Due to its special geographical location, most of Guadalupe Island's supplies were purchased externally. The island had two companies similar to grain and oil shops - they could directly acquire them!
If they disagreed...
Ahem... Victor definitely wouldn't use any methods.
He was a good person.
Victor carefully considered Casare's approach and felt it was highly feasible. If employment wasn't addressed, these idle people would form criminal groups again.
This would create a vicious cycle.
"And for handicrafts, we don't need to gather them together. They can take work home uniformly. If production lines are needed, we can requisition City Hall - that place is huge and useless now. Better to use it as a factory."
"You've been planning this for a while?" Victor looked at Casare with a strange expression, "This isn't like you."
"I'm also thinking about progress. Following you, boss, I have to study more. If we maintain Guadalupe Island well, the Mexican government... ahem, even if drug dealers want to attack us, we can organize a militia in the short term."
He almost spoke his true thoughts.
Being a local emperor in this place was incredibly satisfying!
If only the boss could have warships or steamers, they could attack Ensenada from the side to threaten the Tijuana drug trafficking group and directly remove this tumor.
By then...
With Boss Victor's reputation, he could definitely run for office.
Then, what should Mexico be called?
Ring~ ring~
The desk phone rang abruptly, disrupting their enthusiastic conversation. Victor picked up the phone, his expression immediately changing, "Alright, I understand." He hung up after speaking.
"Go to the dock. The Gulf Group sent people to ransom those goods back."
Hearing this news, Casare was also stunned.
"Boss, we're still letting them take it back? Wouldn't that harm others?"
Victor smiled happily, "They need to bring money to ransom goods, right? First 'invite' them in. Once they step foot on Guadalupe Island, we can arrest them. Wouldn't this money become our spoils of war?"
Devious!
Really devious!
Casare gave a thumbs up, "Boss, you're right!"
(End of Chapter)
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