Working as a police officer in Mexico

One for 300, ten for 3,000, a hundred for 30,000!

This money is enough for quite a few to court death!

The truly poor will risk their lives for a single dollar, in some places life is priceless, in others, life is as cheap as grass.

Sometimes what you find inconceivable is just society protecting you too well.

When El Mencho heard his younger brother's words, a flash crossed his eyes and a vicious smile curved his lips, he patted his shoulder, "Not bad, you handle it, and when necessary, you can initiate terrorist attacks, we must instill terror in everyone!"

"We want to see voices of discontent within the Northern people."

His calculations were indeed well thought out, clearly someone not stepped on enough by tracks, as Victor's caliber is rather large, discontent? It could all turn into praises!

"You're in charge of this, remember, it needs to be a big scene!!"

His younger brother nodded eagerly, he already had a plan in mind, that was... to kidnap a university!

Kidnap all the students there, Victor would definitely have to sit down and negotiate!

"Victor! The Jalisco New Generation is coming!"

...

"Fire!"

On the outskirts of Tijuana, as the command rang out from a lieutenant, a barrage of gunfire erupted.

The 30 drug traffickers kneeling on the ground were all shot in the back of the head, jerking on the ground, their brains and blood splattering.

"Next batch! Rookies, 3rd Squad!" shouted the lieutenant.

Rookies, already prepared, took a deep breath and stepped onto the execution ground, while another batch of drug traffickers was dragged forward.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have old folks above, little ones below!" A middle-aged drug trafficker cried miserably, "Are we the ones in the wrong? I have no money, my children need to go to school, my family needs medical care, I trafficked drugs for a living..."

But no one listened to such defenses; instead, because of his "non-cooperation," two veterans directly smashed his kneecaps with hammers!

He just talked too much.

"Ready! Fire!"

Bang bang bang!

The middle-aged drug lord fell to the ground, his face filled with regret and despair.

There were too many drug traffickers caught in Culiacán.

Over 2,000!

They were split up, some were brought to Tijuana to give the rookies some practice; this was also an assessment item, if you don't dare to kill a person, what's the point of Victor keeping you?

The total score for each performance would determine to which unit the rookies would be assigned after three months.

To accommodate the need for fresh blood, Victor also introduced a new "Military Service Law" regulation.

After joining the Northern forces, the minimum service is five years!

If it's a technical branch, the minimum is eight years, then followed by signing professional contracts.

Now, due to "special reasons," promotions are chaotic, but once the forces are fully stable, there will be a proper order.

Two years as a private, two years later as a Private First Class, five years and above as a Corporal, eight years as a Sergeant, eight years and above as a Sergeant First Class.

More than 12 years as a Sergeant Major, and upon reaching retirement age, one can apply for retirement, enjoying the welfare treatment of a battalion-level officer; at this time, Victor's insurance institutions would also provide a one-time subsidy of N+1 years of service.

This 1 represents 1 year, not one month.

The aim is to encourage veterans to stay in the force; the longer you stay, the more you earn.

Officers are required to have been trained at a professional military academy and those with meritorious service can be promoted directly.

The Joint Operations Command and the Governor's Mansion of the North also established a salary standard.

No matter what the rank is, there's a 13th month pay every year.

A private per month: 320 US dollars, Private First Class: 620 US dollars, Corporal: 1,250 US dollars, Sergeant: 2,100 US dollars, Sergeant First Class: 3,300 US dollars.

Sergeant Major then is 5,000 US dollars!

This is just the base salary, and there are subsidies for serving as squad leader or associate squad leader in the military, with high salaries during wartime as well.

A Corporal squad leader + wartime in one year can earn close to 19,000 US dollars.

This welfare treatment is not inferior to that of the contemporaneous U.S. Military.

Victor really did invest money to build the military, his 1990 budget was 1.5 billion US dollars!

Just to maintain this army of about a hundred thousand or so.

Weapons and such did not cost money, if you counted all that, even selling Victor wouldn't cover the military expenses.

Soldiers eating grain is a fact, Victor couldn't always rely on "anti-drug faith" and "speeches" to maintain his military; a complete system is necessary for healthy competition and growth, he didn't want to remain a king of grass-roots.

In WWII, fighting to the death, the Bavarian boys were fervent enough, weren't they?

See if they dare not pay salaries indefinitely.

When the time comes, you'll get a taste of the Berlin night!

Next, there will be an adjustment to public servants' salaries, followed by reforms on issues that matter to the general public.

You think it's easy getting to this position?

It's easy to conquer the land, but hard to defend it.

Victor wants to develop Mexico well, and there are still many steps to take.

On a hillside of the execution ground.

The area had been leveled, and Victor sat quietly, basking in the Tijuana sun, with coffee on the table beside him.

Brazilian coffee.

It was a gift from the Brazilian office in Tijuana.

It tasted quite good.

From this hillside, one could even see the distant beach and the circling seagulls. In fact, Tijuana was truly beautiful.

Beside him, Nurnisha Kalis seemed a bit restless. As the head of the International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat, she had inspected many countries' punishments for drug traffickers.

She had seen floggings, public parades, and even some countries that had given up the fight, letting drug traffickers self-destruct.

But this kind, where they're pulled out for rookies to train their courage, was indeed a first for her.

"The other two department heads didn't agree, however, they hope to meet you in Vienna, Austria, to discuss face-to-face their opinions on drug enforcement," said Nurnisha Kalis.

The disagreement was for fear she was fishing for something, while the meeting was a chance to talk privately.

Nationwide airdrop, date set!

These corrupt officials like to talk in person; they don't trust any communication tools.

But how could you rise, Victor, if you weren't corrupt?

He smiled, understood the implication, and nodded, "Of course, I would be delighted to discuss and learn with the veterans of the drug enforcement line."

"So, we leave tomorrow?"

"No problem," Victor nodded, then suddenly thought of asking if he could visit Little Mustache's former home, but he quickly shut his mouth.

What a joke!

No political figure from any country has dared to visit there since World War II. What, do you miss them?

You have a sinister heart!

Tell me, do you want to summon the spirit of that evil empire?

If Victor ever went, he could be spat to death by the masses.

Political savvy is very important…

On such a historical matter, there must be no ambiguity.

Yet, it's funny to say, an Austrian goes to Germany and then starts a global war… huh, quite ironic.

"General, mission complete, a total of 621 drug traffickers have been killed!" The lieutenant in charge of the execution ground ran up the hillside and saluted.

"Send the bodies to the medical college; even in death they should contribute to Mexico and the human endeavor."

"Yes, sir!"

Victor stood up, finished the last bit of coffee, and said to Nurnisha Kalis, "Let's go, we're heading back."

A group of people got into the car, and with the protection of bodyguards, drove off into the distance.

"Alright, pack it up!" Jason Bourne, in charge of security, shouted into the walkie-talkie, and about 20 meters from where they had been on the hillside, a sniper in a ghillie suit could be seen getting up from the grass.

He was holding a Barrett!

He wasn't alone; there were also faint shadows of others in different locations.

Victor was very afraid of dying.

Of course, he brought extra people when going out.

The mountain held a whole platoon, complete with ambulances and a range of logistical support.

Now you see why many emperors didn't like making trips to the countryside.
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A drain on resources and energy!

At that moment inside the car, Chief Secretary Miss Krista Schroeder asked, "Sir, do we need to prepare anything for Vienna?"

"Bring more US dollars and British pounds, no rubles—they don't like them."

"Oh, and bring a small part of the gold jewelry seized from Culiacán."

"They'll appreciate gifts from Mexico!"