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Squinting his eyes, Victor clearly picked up on Alejandro\'s subtext.

They\'re up to no good!

Uncle Victor always likes stirring things up.

"Let Kennedy bring EDM with me to Dan Senada City. I want to see what bullshit the people from Mexico City can spout."

Casare fully played the role of the Dog-headed Military Advisor, "Boss, why don\'t we have the officers sail the ship over? If those bastards get tough, we\'ll give them a broadside directly!"

"Get tough? How many guns does the Department of Education have?"

"But you\'re right, better safe than sorry. Just do as you said, restock the ammunition, and transport two Katyushas on the ferry."

If they want to get tough!

Let them understand what Uncle Victor\'s slap means.

By the time he got to the police station, the EDM was already assembled, and the group boarded four helicopters. Besides the Mi-8 and the SA.321Ja, Victor also procured an "Enjoyable Green Giant" H-3 transport from American Sikorsky Company, capable of carrying 28 people.

The other was an AH-1 "Huey Cobra"!

Investing heavily in air power to protect the smuggling activities around Guadalupe Island, going up and firing directly at them.

But, there shouldn\'t be any drug traffickers daring to use this route in the short term.

Costing them over one billion US dollars annually.

The three helicopters escorting Victor\'s aircraft soon arrived at Ensenada City, landing on the helipad of the city hall. As soon as he got off, he saw Alejandro waiting for him.

The two shook hands firmly.

Alejandro hooked his shoulder, looking quite close, and whispered, "The man who came is Zafarulla Teyera, he\'s here to negotiate."

"For whom? The drug trafficker?"

"Who else but them," Alejandro said helplessly. "You\'ve killed too many lately. The cartels have lost their most important channel. They can\'t bear such a big loss."

Victor nodded, asking the key question, "Why bring someone from the Department of Education? Is he deeply involved?"

"He\'s the Suegro (father-in-law) of Raul Salinas de Gortari."

The surname sounded very familiar to Victor. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, "The bald guy\'s brother?"

Alejandro nodded.

The bald guy was none other than the current strongman of Mexico, Carlos Salinas!

His brother-in-law had become the second-hand man of the Department of Education, and now he\'s here to plead for the drug traffickers?

Just great!

As expected of Mexico\'s corrupt officials!

Victor knew such nepotism was unavoidable in any country, but it was rare for a country\'s leader to be involved in drug-related issues.

"Where is he?"

"In the office." Alejandro spoke helplessly. "The man is quite arrogant."

Victor nodded, "I like the arrogant ones."

They\'re not so easy to break, so you don\'t just kill them right off the bat.

They made their way to the office, and the municipal staff they encountered en route all greeted him respectfully. Victor did not put on airs, responding with a smile and a wave.

"You\'re more suited to being a politician than I am," Alejandro remarked, seeing him like this.

"Politics isn\'t about who\'s suitable or not; it\'s about whether the benefits push you," Victor replied.

Victor pushed the door open and was immediately taken aback as he saw a middle-aged man with a receding hairline sitting cross-legged, stroking his chin with a malicious look on his face as he watched a female secretary bustling around inside.

There were numerous others sitting around as well.

The appearance didn\'t look good at all.

But then again, the bald Carlos Salinas and his brothers were no good either. When he was 12 years old, he shot and killed a 12-year-old maid, and it even made the social newspapers. But...

His father was a Federal Congressman, and their family was highly prominent.

As the balding Deputy Minister of the Department of Education, Zafarulla Teyera heard the door open and glanced over. Seeing so many people at the door, he raised an eyebrow and kindly smiled, "Victor, come sit."

Is he acting like the host here?

Victor nodded with a smile and stepped in, scanning the room.

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They were all taken.

"You\'ve been a bit too much lately, and it has upset some people. But don\'t worry, these are minor issues. It\'s normal for a young man, I was the same at your age, just make some changes and it\'ll be alright," Zafarulla Teyera let him stand.

Then he began to talk as if admonishing a younger relative.

"Are you disrespecting me?" Victor suddenly spoke up.

"??" Zafarulla Teyera was taken aback.

Victor delivered a knee thrust, hitting him directly in the ribs, and grabbing his neck to pin him against the wall. "Goddammit! Everyone came to greet me, why didn\'t you? Who the hell do you think you are? You didn\'t come!"

"You\'re disrespecting me!"

Victor grabbed the familiar weapon from the table, the "ashtray," and smashed it down on his head. "When I come, even Satan has to stand up; you sit and talk to me? Didn\'t your mother teach you any respect?"

Alejandro held his forehead; he knew this was going to happen.

He had already warned Zafarulla Teyera, telling him Victor had a bad temper. Do you know what he said?

"If he\'s got a bad temper, then he needs to improve it. Mexicans need to be gentlemen."

Well...

You want him to be a gentleman, and he beats you into dog shit.

Alejandro didn\'t intend to pull Victor off; Victor, just don\'t hit me after you hit him.

The bottom of the ashtray was about 3CM thick; that hit was solid, doing some serious damage to the other guy.

Gasping for breath, he stood up, his heel stomping on the other man\'s mouth, shattering his teeth to pieces.

Victor turned around, looked at the people in the other seats, pulled over Zafarulla Teyera\'s chair, and sat down, "I\'ll sit here. If I\'m not here, you all must stand. Don\'t move a muscle!"

He shouted at a man with glasses who had just adjusted his eyewear.

"Take him out and beat him!"

Kennedy, along with two officers, dragged him to the next room. Screams ensued, but were quickly muffled, clearly someone\'s mouth was being covered.

"I\'m speaking on top, and not making you kneel is already being nice. And you dare to move." Victor\'s gaze swept over them, extending three fingers.

"I\'ve got three things to say."

"First, don\'t f*cking play the lapdog for drug traffickers, or I\'ll settle the score with you sooner or later."

"Second, don\'t even think of messing with me. I can\'t stand a speck of sand in my eye. If you\'re not honest, I\'ll smash you to pieces!"

"Third, do your official duties, and I\'ll do my policing. If you interfere with my work, I\'ll make sure you can\'t sit comfortably!"

"Anything else? If not, get lost."

With a wave of Victor\'s hand, the staff who had come with Zafarulla Teyera took to their heels, and as they reached the door, "Wait!"

The group shuddered, turning around with mournful faces.

"Drag him away."

In a fluster, they hauled the unconscious Zafarulla out, leaving in disarray.

"You\'ve really offended the high-ups this time," Alejandro sighed.

Victor\'s eyebrows twitched, "Right, seriously offended them."

"Since we\'ve offended them, we might as well go all out. Zafarulla and his men won\'t get out of Ensenada City!"

Alejandro\'s heart skipped a beat as he looked at Victor, seeing that he wasn\'t joking, and swallowed hard.

"He disrespected me, and I\'m pretty rebellious."

Who says you can\'t be rebellious at almost 30?

The rebellious phase just came late.

"The Tijuana Cartel still has people resisting. I think we need to be careful these days," Alejandro was a smart man.

Isn\'t it obvious by now?

Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island are going against the entirety of Mexico, already having offended many vested interests.

Victor and Alejandro are reformers without any way out.

You think bowing your head will solve everything?

Bowing down will just get you killed faster.

If you\'re not tough, the drug traffickers will climb up, and before you know it, they might just turn up in toilets, sewers, the wilderness.

Then in pieces here and there.

...

"Long live Mr. Victor!"

A throng of people was gathered outside the City Hall, holding up photos of Victor, shouting fervently upon hearing he had arrived.

Some even paired his image next to that of God.

This was the highest honor.

"We want work! We want work!"

On the opposite side of the street, another group had gathered, carrying signs that read: "¡Vamos a comer!¡¡ no hay narcotraficantes, no tenemos trabajo! (We want to eat! Without drug traffickers, we have no work!)"

"These bastards, don\'t they know how disgusting drug traffickers are, betraying the country."

"It\'s those fanatics again, pah!"

Both groups glared at each other, staring down their opponents.

Suddenly, a shoe flew out from who knows where, and that was the spark. The two sides started a brawl right there.

Hundreds of people clashing in a massive street fight!

...