Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 520: If you offend Victor, your ashes will be scattered all over the place!

Rio de Janeiro. Tarabela Bruce Prison.
The world's toughest women's prison...

Let’s put it this way…

Every year, there are many people who get beaten to death in fights, and most of them are extremely vicious.

Serial killers, drug lords, and the like.

You can't even squeeze one or two people in here.

But sometimes, they look good, and Brazilian girls are all good-looking.

The prison has more than 200 prison guards and more than 100 soldiers guarding it, but even so, there will still be trouble.

But just like in other countries, if you have money, you can always enjoy different treatments.

In the cafeteria at this time.

The female prisoners around were all looking at the dining table in the middle cautiously. A strong woman grabbed food with her hands and stuffed it into her mouth. The corners of her mouth and hands were stained with curry sauce, which looked... like shit.

A table could only seat six people, but she was the only one there, so no one else dared to come over. Even the prison guards stood far away...

This person is incredible, the second-in-command of the Capital's First Command—Octavia Paz! !
He started stealing in the slums at the age of 8.

At the age of 11, he started organizing members to engage in prostitution and was arrested by the local government and imprisoned for half a year.

He started working for the Capital's First Command at the age of 13.

The most brutal one was in 1983 when they carried RPGs and fought against another gang, the Red Command, in a slum, resulting in 27 deaths. At that time, the Brazilian military and police were very nervous, thinking that there was a rebellion.

Brazilian gangs have a lot of heavy weapons...

It is impossible to control it. Ports and black markets are flooded with weapons, especially after the collapse of the Soviet Union and the civil wars in Bosnia and Herzegovina, Yugoslavia, and Tajikistan after 85, which caused a large-scale influx of weapons into South America.

Latin America is a mess anyway...

What a mess!
Octavia Paz relied on her ruthlessness to get to this position step by step. The reason she came to prison was because... Is there anywhere safer than prison in Brazil?

There are military police all around, and most of the people in the prison are our own people. It's much better than being outside and having to be careful behind your back when buying a banana.

The Capital Command had compromised with the government. They funded the construction of a prison where only their gang members were detained. The government only had to take care of the guards and even received their monthly salary.

The Brazilian government has to save face!
Rejected on the spot.

If I do it your way, I'll be screwed.

Don't I want to lose face?
Octavia Paz stuffed the last piece of steak into her mouth. The juice oozed out from the corners of her mouth. She burped, stood up, looked at the prison guard, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to take a nap!"

"Everyone, get up and prepare to return to the warehouse." The female police officer in charge blew the whistle and shouted, and the police nearby came up and knocked on the table with a rubber roller, signaling them to get up.

This shows the status of the mafia, and Brazilian officials are still afraid of them.

Although the other female prisoners were unhappy, they did not dare to say anything. They could only follow behind, dragging their shackles, with their hands on their shoulders, and walked back to the cell one by one.

There are usually five people in a room, and it is equipped with a toilet and shower. Brothers who have been in prison know that this is considered very luxurious. There are usually 12 to 16 people in a room. It is really extraordinary to be able to have VIP seats in prison.

After entering the prison...

Octavia Paz called the prison guard over and stretched out her hands, "Help me untie it."

“It doesn’t comply with regulations.”

"I'm just taking a shower, are you afraid I'll run away? Hurry up!" She frowned and yelled, and the prison guard was so frustrated, but he could only hold his nose and bear it, and untied the handcuffs and anklets...

If you don't listen to her, she may instigate a riot among the female prisoners. Not only will you lose your bonus, but you will also be held accountable.

So frustrating!
I really want to resign and go to Mexico. It is said that the prison guards there have a very high status and the criminals dare not cause trouble. If they do, they will be hung.

This was actually in the news...

There were reports of prisoner abuse in the desert prison in Sonora State, according to the BBC. Some people saw prison guards hanging the hands of serious criminals on flagpoles. That's a desert, and the temperature has reached 50° in recent months, so the prisoners were directly dried out by the sun.

Ok…

It was really dry and you could see the dehydrated corpse.

Mexico did not deny the BBC report at all, saying directly, "If drug dealers live well in prison, it would be a betrayal of the anti-drug heroes. Their death depends on when we want them to die!"

Human rights groups have heavily criticized...

But many policemen in Latin America are envious. When will their own police force become so tough?
Gangs, drug dealers, and smuggling organizations are like moss growing on a corpse that can never be removed.

Octavia Paz rubbed her hands and took off her clothes. Damn... her chest muscles are bigger than mine...

He casually threw it to a female prisoner next to him and said, "Wash it clean."

Having said that, he walked into the shower room naked.

The other four female prisoners looked at each other and slowly stood up. One of them walked to the door and stood guard, while the other three gritted their teeth and walked into the shower room.

Octavia Paz was humming a tune inside, looking in a good mood.

Shower from head to toe, applying shower gel.

One of the female prisoners pulled the bracelet in her hand with her backhand, her eyes turned vicious, she rushed forward, grabbed Octavia Paz's neck and pulled hard!
The other two took out... a shiny toothbrush from their chest. Toothbrushes are contraband in Tarabella Bruce Prison, but it is intriguing that they were able to get them.

He rushed forward like a wolf and stabbed Octavia Paz hard!
Puff puff…

The struggling Octavia wanted to scream, but her voice was strangled, her eyes rolled back, and she was stabbed more than 20 times. Finally...

died!

"Don't move, don't move, hurry up, cut off her head." One of the female prisoners, who was soaked all over, shouted, and stabbed Octavia Paz's neck with a toothbrush, and then tore it open...

Crunchy…

Blood spurted out, splashing the three people with a foul stench.

But these three people... are not slow, and it is obvious that this is not the first time they have done this.

They scratched the neck, tearing off the skin and flesh, and the blood was washed into the toilet outside and the cell by the water in the shower. They put the prepared feces in a bag and smeared it on Octavia Paz's face!

Then hang it on the toilet door!

After completing this series, several people sat together, looking at each other, and finally... the feeling of fear afterwards instantly seeped into their hearts.

"Woooooooo..."

Some people covered their faces and burst into tears.

Humph~
Footsteps were heard from the corridor outside. Several female prisoners looked over and saw a colonel and two prison guards walking over. When they saw Octavia Paz's head hanging on the toilet door, they were not surprised at all!
I even walked in and took a photo.

The other two quickly put the body into a body bag.

In Brazil, police ranks are similar to those in the military.

"Don't worry, you will be transferred to other prisons today. You have done a good job." The colonel handed them gum with a smile, "We will protect your safety. Likewise, you can rest assured that your parents and children are safe. The people from the First Capital Command cannot find them, nor do they dare to find them."

The female prisoners were trembling in front of the colonel. The man in front of them had approached them a few days ago and asked them to kill Octavia Paz, using their families as threat and even photos... "Sir, can I know where my son is going? I... I miss him so much!" A female prisoner couldn't help but cover her face and cry out.

"Mexico, he will grow up in Mexico." The colonel's smile faded. "He will have a bright future. He can go to school and have a family to adopt him. He can escape from the slums of Brazil. You should be happy. At least... your son doesn't have to be like you."

"This is what you have earned through your actions. Don't worry, we will take photos of him for you every month."

"Warden, it's done."

The two people responsible for collecting the bodies came out dragging the body bag and said.

"Okay, order the military and police to enter level one status. Whoever causes trouble will be beaten hard!" The colonel grinned.

Mexico's penetration into Brazil is also quite strong.

When the body bag was dragged out, the prisoners in other cells saw blood trailing on the ground.

“Who died???”

"I don't know, but I came out of Big Sister's cell!"

"Someone must have upset her again. Don't you know that her roommates die every month?"

The prison colonel stood in the middle of the corridor with his hands behind his back and shouted, "Quiet!"

"Everyone stay quiet, we will investigate the details!"

Behind him, other people in the cell were brought out one after another. When he saw them, he instantly realized who was missing!
"Octavia! Big Sister Octavia is dead!"

I don’t know who shouted, and then all the cells started to make a commotion!

The warden stood there expressionlessly, listening to the alarm sounding. The emergency team quickly came in, but the prisoners inside were still shouting, and some female prisoners even banged their bodies against the iron gate.

He took a shotgun from the emergency squad, pulled the cover upwards, and shot one of the prisoners with the biggest breasts.

boom! ~~
My chest exploded!

All the cells fell silent instantly.

"Shut up, this is Tarabella Bruce Prison, my territory!"

"You...you killed the big sister. It was you. The Capital's First Command will not let it go like this!" Someone else shouted with a stiff neck.

The warden put the shotgun to her head, pulled the trigger, and boom!

The head exploded.

"That's a lot of bullshit."

"Jesus is coming today, and the first headquarters in the capital will have to change their boss!"

You've offended us, and you still want to live?

Think beautiful!
……

Meanwhile, in the Maracanã slum in Rio de Janeiro.

This is the headquarters of the Capital's First Command, with about 7 people. Of course, not all of them are his people, but they all have to pay tribute to them. If you earn 2 dollars, you have to give 1.2 to the gangsters. This is called protection money. What is the other 8 cents for?
They monopolized the local water, electricity and vegetables, so in the end, everyone ended up working for the gang.

At the entrance of the Maracanã slum, there are a dozen idle guys leaning against the wall or electric poles, with bulges on their waists. They are gunmen, and their main purpose is to drive out some curious tourists. Every year, there are some fools who are curious about what the slums are like...

Then they would barge in with cameras, and even take photos when they see people trading drugs. This made the locals very angry. The deaths of foreign tourists also made it difficult for the Brazilian government to deal with them, so they usually have two police cars parked at the entrance to dissuade curious people.

Two or three o'clock in the afternoon is when people are drowsy.

Suddenly, I heard the roar of an engine.

The lieutenant who was lying in the police car looked up blankly and saw four or five black SUVs rushing towards him.

? ? ? ?
Although he didn't know what it was, he had been in Brazil for a long time and knew that something was wrong. He instantly shrank in the car and shouted to his colleagues who were about to stand up, "Don't move, don't move!"

The gatekeepers over there also realized something was wrong and that the person who came was not friendly.

Just pulled out the gun...

The SUV in front moved gracefully, turned its body sideways, and then boom—!
The car door opens.

The famous Type 89 heavy machine gun was standing upright like that, and the masked armed men were marching in horse stance, firing...bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

There were flames coming out of the muzzle of the gun.

He held still and more than twenty bullets were fired.

You pull out a gun? You must pull out a bazooka!
The 54-type 12.7mm machine gun bullets were enough to tear a person apart, leaving blood and broken limbs all over the ground. The remaining vehicles rushed into the slums and headed very purposefully towards the capital's first headquarters.

A Hummer was lying sideways at the entrance, looking like a lone man blocking the way for ten thousand!
A man with a limp got out from the passenger seat of the SUV, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked towards the police car on the side of the road and knocked on the glass. The lieutenant inside was shaking with fear. When he heard the knock on the glass, he turned his head in horror and saw a middle-aged man standing outside, motioning for him to open the window.

After a moment's hesitation, the policeman rolled down the window.

"Sorry to bother you, I just need to do something and will be leaving soon. Take this money and spend it after get off work."

The middle-aged man smiled and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and said, "Look at my memory. This is my business card."

He handed it over with both hands.

The lieutenant took it with trembling hands, and when he saw the other party leave, he quickly looked down, "Ares Defense Company: Hannibal!"

"Damn it, I knew it was this group of people. Only they are so brave!" The lieutenant cursed in a low voice and his eyelids twitched.

Everyone in Brazil knows Ares Defense, an outsourced violence agency of the Brazilian Anti-Drug Agency. It has about 300 people and uses tough tactics. It mainly arrests drug kingpins, causing a lot of trouble.

There was also an incident where an entire family of 11 people including a gang leader in Rio de Janeiro was killed in front of reporters. This caused a huge uproar, but the Brazilian government seemed to remain silent and did not dare to fire them. Even if there were protests, they were suppressed.

"Captain, I heard... Is it true that the Mexican government is behind them? I think so, otherwise... how could they be so tough? Besides, someone from Mexico died in Brazil some time ago." The police officer sitting in the back asked in a low voice.

The lieutenant swallowed...

"Never mind, never mind. Look, the bullet shell is longer than our dick. It's none of our business. Let's go!" He shook his head, started the car, and drove away in the old police car.

What are you risking your life for just a few hundred dollars!

Hannibal watched the other person leave, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, not worried at all.

High profile?

They are from Ares Defense, mercenaries, and their main goal is to act arrogantly but not kill civilians. Besides...if the Brazilian government is unhappy, they can go to their boss.

I am responsible for the trouble...

Boss Victor is responsible for cleaning up the mess.

He could imagine that the bigwigs in the Three Powers Square were already feeling a little anxious and restless.

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(End of this chapter)