Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 527 "Hey, you're a fucking genius!"

Tijuca National Park in Rio de Janeiro.

It is home to the world-famous Christ the Redeemer statue of Corcovado, also known as the Camelback Mountain.

The two figures stretched out very long in the night.

Hannibal, of Mexico's state-owned Ares Defense, limped, supported by Luis Inácio Lu da Silva.

Da Silva, whose hair already has white spots, looked up at the 30-meter-high sculpture and said with emotion, "It's amazing, right? When I first stood at its feet, I felt so insignificant for a moment, you know?"

“I want to be a priest.”

But as a pastor in Latin America, can you use an AK? Do you know how to spray?

What won't?
Do you know what the first sentence of the Latin Bible is?

If you can't shoot a gun, what are you doing?

"Christ the Savior looks down upon the world and all living beings. In his eyes, all the joys and sorrows may not be a big deal, but we are born in the world after all." Hannibal said faintly, pointing his hand unceremoniously, "Look, even the places God embraces are rich areas, and he despises the poor and loves the rich."

"Besides, the only way to solve Brazil's problem is for God to bring a nuclear bomb."

Da Silva did not blame Hannibal for being disrespectful to Jesus. If humans really respected God, there would be no current technology. Humans are inherently bold and fearless.

“If nothing unexpected happens, I will stay at Planalto Palace!”

This is actually the result of mutual exchange of interests among several parties. After all, it would be ridiculous if Luz Inasi Lu da Silva did not take office if he brought ministerial figures to force the palace.

They will definitely be liquidated by then.

He himself understands this.

"We don't get involved in any politics. This is our company's code of conduct." Hannibal still said this.

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva turned his head and looked at the other person, feeling a little irritated. "Do you have cigarettes?"

"I remember you didn't smoke?"

Hannibal looked at the other person in surprise, then hooked his finger at the subordinate behind him, asking him to take out a cigarette.

"You don't smoke either? I remember you smoked?" Da Silva asked in surprise.

"Smoking is bad, it can cause impotence."

"... "

“It’s not an easy habit to break.”

Hannibal: "Just grit your teeth. Once you've made up your mind about something, don't leave any room for maneuver. Otherwise, you'll always compromise with yourself."

There is some philosophical truth in this statement.

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva nodded, walked to the nearby observation deck, looked outside, and pointed at the slums that were also brightly lit. "How much evil do you think is hidden under that light?"

"do not know."

"There are about 30 civilians living in the Rocinha slum, and there were only 121 reports to the police last year."

“People who don’t know think Rio de Janeiro is a safe place, but this is the most violent place in the world!”

"I know that many people called the police, but the police turned out to be the drug dealers I saw last night. It's very common here to be police during the day and drug dealers at night. These civilians don't dare to call the police. If someone calls the police, the drug dealers in the slums will solve the problem themselves!"

"There are more than 30 gangs in the Rocinha slums, and the local people are suffering!"

"What would General Victor do if he were here?"

Hannibal thought for a moment, "Cut off the water and electricity and cut off the retreat, bombard the drug dealers with 105-caliber guns every day, skin and extract the tendons from their bodies, and patrol everywhere to deter the gangs."

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva was stunned.

Hey hey hey hey…

I was just asking, why did you answer so honestly?

He was silenced for a moment.

Hannibal looked at him with his eyes squinting, his eyelids twitching constantly, and it was obvious that he was struggling inside.

Is what Victor did wrong?
Apart from the barking of European and American human rights organizations, there is not much impact. Of course, the premise is that one can ignore the influence of the outside world like him.

Not everyone has the... cheekiness of Victor.

Didn’t the Philippines later have a president who learned Victor’s ideas and was then wanted worldwide?

Or the team is led by people from their own territory.

Tsk tsk tsk, if this were in Mexico, Victor's territory would have been dragged to the Sonoran Desert to be used as fertilizer.

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva still didn't have the courage. He took a puff of his cigarette, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You can't do this in Brazil."

"However, the fight against drug dealers and other crimes cannot be delayed. When I take office, I will push for joining the People's Alliance, and I hope to request the "Anti-Drug Protection Force" from Mexico and other countries to intervene!"

“I don’t trust the locals.”

This is still very courageous. After all, the domestic pressure it will face will be very great.

Especially the interior department and the police department. Isn't it obvious that they don't trust their own people?
To put it bluntly, this is called colluding with foreign enemies!
"I am under a lot of pressure, but as long as I can give people hope, I can take any blame. Hannibal, we are missing a big fish."

"Even the second-in-command of the Capital's First Command is not okay?"

"No, it's not enough. The wind and waves are not strong enough."

Luz Inasi Lu da Silva moved forward, almost face to face with the opponent. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want Marcos Camacho's head!"

To make a politician so angry, it is conceivable that the Capital's First Command has irritated him.

Previously, his second-in-command, Octavia Paz, was killed in prison, and photos of her eating shit were leaked, shocking Brazil!
He was very angry that Ares Defense Company cleared out his territory, and he dared to point his finger at the previous president and scold him. Of course, his behavior must be crazy.

The DEA did not remain anonymous and openly admitted that it was one of its own who did it.

Marcos Camacho had a bomb placed in the largest shopping mall in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, killing and injuring many people.

He also planned to take revenge on Luz Inasi Lu da Silva and sent about 10 gunmen to kill him.

A firefight ensued with the Ares Defense employees who were responsible for his security...

Six people were killed, four of whom escaped.

Marcos Camacho also had people keep an eye on his family, as if he was going to kill him...

He even publicly stated in the media that as long as the Brazilian government bans drugs, he will continue to launch attacks and then see who the people will stand on their side.

He is forcing the government to compromise!

Marcos Camacho understands better that the lower class people... they just want to live a humble life.
Luis Inácio Lu da Silva is certainly unwilling to compromise, but the protests and public pressure have made him feel bent over.

"No problem sir, I'll catch the little mouse."

Hannibal grinned.

"I hope for world peace." Da Silva nodded and threw the cigarette butt out of the observation deck in a cool manner. But don't learn this, it will cause a fire and that's not good.

Then after chatting for a few more sentences, they left Monte Cristo under the protection of their bodyguards. Only Hannibal was still standing there, smoking silently.

"Bring the person up." He said softly.

An employee standing nearby responded, and then pushed a few people over, all crying but keeping their voices down for fear of angering the other party.

There were three men and two women. The two women were the wife and daughter of Marcos Camacho, the leader of the Capital's First Command, and the three men were the organization's gunmen.

Several people were pressed down and knelt on the ground.

"Where's Marcos?"

Hannibal walked up to the first man in the left row and asked, but the other man gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Snapped!
a slap!

The other party hasn't said...

Snapped!
Another slap.

Hannibal straightened up. "Show him some color."

The employee took out a dagger, grabbed the man's nose and cut it hard. Amidst the pain and screams, the nose was cut off. The man fell to the ground, gasping for breath and howling hard.

"Where is Marcos Camacho!!" Hannibal shouted loudly, stepping on his head.

“I…I don’t know!!”

This man is also tough. Hannibal raised his head, squinted his eyes, and walked to the next one, while the employee behind him pulled out a gun and shot the man in the head.

The Desert Eagle is still used!

That head...the skull is flying everywhere?

"do you know?"

Hannibal looked at the next person calmly. The man had a very young complexion and looked to be only about 15.6 or years old. But don't be fooled by his young age, he has killed several people.

Only those who have been to Latin America know...

This place is truly filled with despair.

You are what you are born into. Poor people can only be drug dealers, smugglers, prostitutes, etc. Do you want to climb up?

The door has been locked.

After staying in peace for too long, I always think that the outside world is the same as myself.

This is also the reason why Mexicans admire Victor so much. It is no exaggeration to say that he created the world.

There was fear in the other person's eyes, his body was shaking, and his mouth was tightly closed.

Hannibal shook his head and wanted to go downstairs...

“Don’t kill me, in the Caldwell neighborhood!!!”

Hannibal reached out and pressed down the muzzle of the employee's gun, looking at the other person's pants that had been pissed with fear. It seems that some people would still be afraid under the muzzle of a gun.

"Will you take us there?"

He tried to force a smile, but under the moonlight, his smile made people even more frightened!
……

Sonora State, the famous desert prison.

Covering an area of ​​160000 square meters!
At the door...

You can see long wooden poles, about three or four meters high, with dried corpses hung on them. They were tied to them like Jesus was being tortured and roasted to death alive.

"Don't...don't hang me up!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't be lazy anymore, don't hang me up!"

The sharp screams attracted the attention of the prisoners who were busy planting cacti nearby, but they... looked numb.

They were wearing short sleeves and you could see that many of them were sunburned.

He watched with sympathy and dull eyes as two prison guards in black uniforms dragged a drug dealer, who kicked his legs hard and struggled continuously. Their hands were tied and hung on a pole.

"You bastards, I tell you, being alive is a gift from General Victor, and you still want to be lazy? Bah! Then you can rest forever!"

The warden, who holds the rank of major, said this with his hands behind his back and wearing sunglasses.

This prison holds more than 2,000 people, all of them are drug dealers or serious criminals. What is their sentence? Damn, there is no sentence for Mexican drug dealers. As long as they can't kill the drug dealers, they will kill them!
Seeing that no one contradicted him, the warden nodded with a hint of satisfaction and said, "Let's eat."

The prison guard next to him shouted, "Squat down, squat down, dinner is ready!"

The prisoners squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Then I saw someone driving a small car over with buckets on it. There were people standing next to it. When they saw the prisoners, they grabbed two potatoes and threw them in front of them.

"Eat sparingly. There's no dinner. Just two potatoes today."

Here, you can either eat potatoes as big as your fist, or fists as big as potatoes. You choose one.

If you are full, won’t you cause trouble?
But this is a bit too harsh...

Looking at the potatoes in front of him, the drug dealer, who had already starved to death, begged, "Give me two more, please give me two more."

As he said this, he was about to go up and grab the car.

"Get out of here! Stop!"

But the other party took two steps forward and then there was a bang!
A bullet flew over and the prisoner's head exploded as he stood up. His body staggered and fell down, and the potatoes on the ground were covered with blood.

The other prisoners lowered their heads and trembled...

Do you think they have never caused trouble?

There is a military camp next door. Some people got up and planned to run together, but a helicopter came over to sweep us. The machine guns on the helicopters caused bloodstains on the desert.

Moreover, Mexico's special police forces, special forces academy and snipers from some other forces will come here for training. The shot just now was fired by someone from one of the academies.

Exercise the sniper's focus and reaction ability...

This place is more than 40 kilometers deep into the desert. Do you want to run away from here?

You are an earthworm.

On the second floor facing this scene, Alfred Rosenberg, the head of the Mexican Civil Affairs Department, blew his coffee and said to the guests who came from afar, "The ideological education of Mexican criminals is very good. Almost no prisoners have a bad opinion of us. Don't worry about that."

The person who came was the Deputy Minister of the Interior of El Salvador, and his main purpose was to learn about the advanced management of Mexican prisons. Of course, they hope to outsource the prisons.

Because the MS-13 and th Street Gangs in the country fought each other in prison, killed prison guards, and retaliated against the families of prison guards outside, which led to very chaotic public security in the local country. During the Mexican anti-drug war, some people also ran to El Salvador.

In this situation, we can only ask for external help.

"How do you charge?" The Deputy Minister of Salvador doesn't care what methods you use, as long as you outsource it quickly.

"3000 million US dollars for 5 years, 4000 new places, we are responsible for security and management, everything is given to us, but we need to bring about 900 employees."

"So expensive?!"

Prison outsourcing is nothing new. Running a prison is a business. The profits of a business come from two aspects: increasing revenue and reducing costs. Private prisons in the United States are very good at these two methods.

A few years later, in 2000, the Federal Bureau of Prisons signed a ten-year contract with CCA for 3300 beds worth $7.6 million. The following year, the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service and the Department of Justice each renewed their contracts with CCA for more than $5000 million.

According to CCA's 2011 financial report, for each prisoner received, the company received a government subsidy of US$58.48 per day. After deducting other expenses, it could make a net profit of US$18.33 per prisoner per day.

Of course this is America, they have money.

The Mexican civil affairs department is thinking about doing business all over the world, so it’s okay if the price is a little lower.

"In fact, there is another plan. Leave the security of El Salvador to us, and you only need to be responsible for the military. The price is one billion US dollars!"

This is more expensive!
El Salvador’s GDP in 1992 was less than US$60 billion.

"We... can't afford it." The deputy minister laughed awkwardly.

"Don't worry, you can borrow the money from the Imperial Bank of Mexico. You only need to pay a down payment of 3000 million US dollars, and you can pay the rest in interest slowly. We can take up to 20 years. Of course, you need a little bit of collateral, and we can both win."

Alfred Rosenberg grinned, his teeth were quite white.

"You can do the math. The potential expenses are huge, including pensions for police officers killed in action, support for the police force, the degree of danger, etc. But if you hand it over to us, we can solve your public security problems within two years, so overall it's still very cost-effective."

"Also, as you can see, we have introduced the labor reform system, which is very good. In the future, all the criminals we capture will be sent to labor reform, and we will not take a cent of the revenue generated. All of it will belong to you."

"You don't even have to pay the criminals."

“Isn’t that good?”

The Salvadorans always felt that there was a story behind it, but they just didn’t know what was wrong. Their heads hurt so much, as if they were about to grow a brain.

But this plan is really good!

This method was actually thought of by Alfred Rosenberg. It can generate revenue and use his reputation to expand his influence...

If you say you're going to send troops to someone's home to fight drug abuse, they're definitely going to be unhappy.

After all, who would want another army coming to their house?
Isn't that an invasion?

But if you say that your government gave money for your safety and I sent "police" to maintain law and order, then people will think that I paid and I am a customer, so the idea is different.

As for whether you are a "policeman" or a "soldier", doesn't it depend on what you wear?

There is a saying: You pay to suffer, which means the same thing.

You feel tired when you are asked to farm, and you spend money to experience farming, and hey, you think it is fun. It's just a lie.

But at least it's easier to accept mentally.

When Victor heard Alfred Rosenberg say this, he was silent for a long time, and then said:
"Hey, you're a fucking genius!"

……

(End of this chapter)