Working as a police officer in Mexico

Sao Paulo Police Station Building!

Police Chief Mauricio Valles hummed a tune as he walked out. He was in a good mood today; his mistress had given birth to a son, and the local gang's tribute had increased.

The "Hell Series" drugs were almost fully spread in Sao Paulo.

Whose credit do you think it is?

His credit!

He had to talk to some people about it. Everyone takes a share, and how happy it is to make money.

But there were some tough problems to deal with!

The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency wasn't giving any face and had coordinated with the Sao Paulo Task Force to seize 2 tons of goods at the port. That was worth tens of millions of US dollars, and it pissed him off. Bribing them didn't work, and they talked about ideals?

Can ideals be eaten?

Well...

Now that they're dead, it's much quieter.

Do you think Mauricio Valles got his position by chance? It was all through bribery.

Fernando Collor de Mello's government sold positions and titles. He himself claimed to be the "10%" man, and the gangs gave their due share. You could do whatever you wanted. His brother sold positions under his name.

Mauricio Valles spent 12 million US dollars to buy the Sao Paulo Police Chief position!

He earned it back in two years.

Brazil...

The Savior embracing Rio de Janeiro is all about the rich areas.

The poor?

Hehehe...

Mauricio Valles drove his Fiat 124 Spider, a convertible sports car, not cheap, a gift from a local gang leader.

When he hit the gas, driving down the road, people around were all staring at him with their eyes. He enjoyed this feeling very much.

Power in hand, money in the pocket, women in the arms...

Even dying today would be worth it!

He stopped at the red light, turned up the radio, and dynamic music played.

Screech~!!!

Bang!

Suddenly, a crashing sound from behind, and a sense of being pushed made Mauricio Valles' body lean forward. He jerked his head around, just in time to see a van crashing into his luxury car.

"Damn it! How are you driving!!"

Mauricio Valles was furious. A man got out of the van, apologizing hastily with a sheepish grin, "I'll pay, I'll pay!"

He opened the door and got out, "Can you afford to pay? Do you know how much this costs? Selling you wouldn't be enough, you...xxxxx!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch, which the other guy dodged.

"Oh, dodging, are you? Alright, just you wait!" Mauricio Valles turned back to the car to grab his phone; he wanted to call someone.

But suddenly a whistling sound came to his ears, followed by a "bang", sharp pain, and his body fell to the ground.

"Damn, this head is really hard."

The van driver, holding a stick in his hand, sneered and grabbed him by the collar as three strong men got out of the car, dragging him onto it.

Mauricio Valles finally felt something was wrong!

"Who are you, Capital First Command? I have a good relationship with your number two, or Red Command? Knight Order? Armed Warrior? Secret Sect?"

He rattled off a slew of names, all were famous gangs of Sao Paulo.

Brazil had about 700 famous gangs...

Add some lesser-known ones, and oh dear...

As he uttered each name, he watched the opponents' faces. When they remained calm, his heart sank, realizing he had encountered an overseas dragon?

Do they want to kidnap him for money?

"Gentlemen, how much do you want? I'll give it!" Mauricio Valles said straightforwardly, without revealing his identity, in case it was a kidnapping and they knew he was the police chief, wouldn't it be worse?

"Chief Mauricio..." the driver turned around and called out his name.

His heart sank immediately.

"My brother asked me to come ask you nicely."

"Your...your brother is?"

"Simon Morgan and Haylem Robert."

Mauricio Valles frowned, feeling the names were familiar. Suddenly his face froze as he remembered!

The Drug Enforcement Agency employee he betrayed was named that.

"Looks like you remembered, that's good." The driver laughed, shifted gears, and drove away after ramming the Fiat 124 Spider aside.

A lot of people were around...

Just watching.

Kidnapping? It was common.

In the 80s and 90s Brazil, nine out of ten executed were not wrongly killed.

When the van left, two skinny men jumped into the Fiat 124 Spider and drove off with it!

So blatant.

"It...it wasn't me, I didn't do it, gentlemen, listen to me, I'm applying for martyr status for them..." Mauricio Valles cried out hurriedly.

"The General said, the one who leaks secrets gets their tongue cut out!"

Bzzzz~~

One of the strong men took out an electric drill, equipped with a blade, whirring, even making a cutting wind noise.

Mauricio Valles' pupils shrank, legs went soft, speaking with a sobbing tone, "It really wasn't my fault, it was Octavia Pas, it was her who did it."

"Don't worry, she'll die more horribly than you." Someone replied.

He tried to struggle in horror, but someone kicked him in the chest, pinning him from both sides, and the Mexican agent holding the drill pried open his mouth and jammed it in!

"Ah!!!!!"

Splutter splutter splutter...

The soft flesh amidst the cries got shredded into bits, flew out with a mouthful of blood, the excruciating pain made him struggle violently, passing out from the pain.

It only took a few seconds...

The tongue was mangled.

The corners of his mouth were also torn apart.

It looked awful to behold.

The driver was still faithfully...waiting for the green light.