Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexico shouldn't be defined.Except for chicken burritos. There are also drugs and gunfights. Even God needs to wear a helmet when coming to Mexico. Located 80 kilometers outside Mexico City in the desert stands the highest-security federal prison in the entire country. — El Altiplano! (The Plateau!) This is a gathering place for Mexican gangs and drug lords, where on average, out of every 10 inmates, there are 5 major drug lords, 3 mafia bosses, and 2 serial killers. The 5,000 inmates held here are each considered "elite in the world of gangs" and "the cream of the crop in the drug trafficking industry." Just picking one randomly could threaten national security. Sewing machine pedals? Don't kid around. These drug lords can spend money to bring people from the outside to work for them, occasionally keeping them happy by giving money; even prison guards can become day laborers. Of course, this kind of relaxed lifestyle diminished significantly after the 1985 Camarena incident. Daddy America got angry. Lock up these beasts, just don't let them out of their cages; Mexico doesn't have the death penalty... But it's just a restraint. After all, Franklin's face may be ugly, but the U.S. dollar is still very appealing. Second cell block. In the restroom. A young man with a strong build, dressed in black prison guard uniform, with short black hair and deep brown eyes, gazes into the mirror. There's still a hint of disbelief in Gao Jun's eyes. It's been two weeks since he crossed over, and he's still adjusting. Originally a boxer, specializing in Southeast Asian freestyle fighting, he was killed in a so-called century duel for refusing to participate in rigged matches. His full name now is Victor Carlos Vieyra, a Mexican prison guard who was placed on "administrative leave" for two weeks due to work reasons and just returned to duty today. But that's not the craziest part. What's truly absurd is that he discovered his eyes can see through a person's criminal life! If he captures or eliminates criminals, he earns corresponding points and can use a virtual panel to acquire skills, weapons, and even assistants. However, all of this is related to his duties; he can only develop these abilities as he rises through the ranks. Isn't this forcing him to become a shining savior in Mexico? Fortunately, there's no obligation for him to capture anyone, and there aren't any specific tasks. He can choose to play along or not; it's entirely up to him. "Damn it, what the hell!" Victor muttered to himself, taking a deep breath as he splashed water on his face. The memories flooding his mind were giving him a slight headache. "Hey, Victor, the warden is calling for you," a chubby-faced white officer in a Policia Tercero uniform called out as he pushed open the restroom door. His voice stumbled upon seeing the water stains on Victor's face. "Are you trying to drown yourself in the sink? Sorry to disappoint you, but your head won't fit," he remarked. Victor wiped the water off his face with his uniform and walked towards the exit of the restroom, replying, "If I die, I'll be sure to take you with me, Casares. I wouldn't want you to be lonely." "No, no, no, I plan to live to a hundred like my great-grandfather. Then I'll get the $200,000 from the insurance company and move to the United States!" Casares replied enthusiastically. “Living to a hundred? Your bones would be dragged off by dogs,” Victor retorted with a wry glance, shaking his head in amusement. Casares, noticing Victor’s silence, glanced around cautiously before lowering his voice, “Hey, buddy, you shot Hojuel. The Gulf Cartel folks are likely to hold a grudge against you. Bosses have already made it clear they want you dead in this prison.” Victor recalled it vividly. Just two weeks ago, shortly after he arrived, he couldn’t fathom why the warden had decided to organize a soccer match. It turned into a brawl between factions from Tijuana and Juarez, and things got ugly fast. These two groups, once part of the Guadalajara Cartel, had splintered after their godfather was imprisoned. They were now fighting tooth and nail for territory. What began as a friendly match soon devolved into all-out violence. Drug dealers casually carrying two handguns? No problem, right? It escalated into a riot, and who knows where they got those guns from? More and more organizations joined the chaos, prompting the prison to call in the guards to suppress the unrest. During this turmoil, Victor, who had been hiding away, "coincidentally" encountered Hojuel from the Gulf Cartel, who charged at him with a sinister grin. The two engaged in a brutal fight, and in a brief opening, Victor seized the opportunity and shot Hojuel dead. For this act, he earned 1000 points. Hojuel was no small fry. But his words lingered in Victor's mind. "Finally found you!" Why was he looking for Victor? Their pasts had no conflict. There was definitely something fishy going on here. The riot was quickly quelled, but Victor was injured and granted two weeks of paid leave. However, having killed the Gulf Cartel's leader, Victor was cautious. He dared not stay at home and instead hid in hotels, trying to evade those seeking revenge. Despite his efforts, an assailant found him and fired several shots, all of which missed, much to Victor's relief. Walking the prison corridors, sharp angles were rare, and no one was seen out on parole due to the 17 deaths during the riot, confining everyone to their cells. Despite the chaos, the warden's influential background ensured he remained in power, securely seated at the top. As Victor approached the office door with Cassarey, a white man emerged wearing the rank insignia of Police Second . Upon seeing Victor, his gaze briefly hardened but quickly softened into a smile. "Oh, Victor, good to see you! How are you feeling? Recovering well?" Seeing the man's smile, Victor instinctively felt repelled. From his memories, he recognized him as Haggis Beld, a second-generation criminal from the Beld family in Chihuahua City. Background checks in the Mexican police system were practically meaningless, often seeing criminal organization members infiltrate government departments as protection. With money paving the way, many had risen to prominent positions. For example, in 1987, when the leader of Huarez, Akosta, was assassinated, his successor, Agilar, assumed the position of Commander of the Mexican Federal Security Bureau. Later, he became known as the "Sky King" Armando. The reason for their conflict lies in the fact that Belde's father was apprehended by Victor's father and later died in a prison clash. This is a feud passed down from their ancestors. Victor felt uncomfortable seeing the smile on the other side, subconsciously blinking his right eye, like a switch, scanning the information about the other side. Haggis. Belde. Male! Born in 1958 in the Belde crime family in Chihuahua City. Admitted to police school in 1973. Criminal score: 300 points. Just as I suspected! The death of my original self is related to this guy! His resume... Jesus, even he'd have to eat vegetarian after looking at this. This guy entered university at 25, graduated from the Mexico City Police Academy in 3 years, which means he came out at 28, and now at 31 he's already a sergeant. I have to say, his promotion speed could use some Viagra. It took Victor 8 years to get promoted to sergeant! "Hope you have fun with whatever you're going to do next, take good care of yourself." Haggis Belde patted him on the shoulder, his tone loaded with hidden meaning. This guy still wants to kill me! Victor could feel the malice behind that smile. "Pal, this guy's out to get you," Casare warned anxiously. "You better watch out, he's coming at you from the dark side." Seeing the chubby guy looking so worried, Victor nodded and turned to look at Belde's retreating figure, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't a coward, not someone who fought free-fist, which was to say, with black fists, his heart strong. He'd have to figure out a way to kill him first! "I'll be careful." Casare nodded, glanced at his watch, and said, "Let's have lunch together at noon. I need to start my shift now, I have to go on patrol." With that, he hurried off towards the armory. Victor adjusted his police uniform, knocked on the door, and heard a deep voice from inside say, "Come in." He pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a square face and gentle eyes, giving off the air of a "good official." "Good morning, sir!" Victor greeted, following the respectful mannerisms he remembered, and saluted. "Victor, how's your health? Come, have a seat and tell me," asked Webster Yaxhebourn, with a tone of concern, pointing to the chair in front of him. "I've fully recovered, sir," Victor replied, sitting down. Webster let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear. If anything were to happen to you, I would feel responsible to your father." Victor's father and Webster had once been colleagues. However, Victor's father met an untimely end, shot seven times in a gang conflict. Webster seemed like a caring elder to Victor, exchanging pleasantries before getting to the point. "The pressure in the Second Sector is too much. I'm thinking of transferring you to the First Sector. Once the Sector Chief moves on, you can smoothly take over. What do you think?" Sounds great, right? The First Sector deals with relatively "lightweight" criminals, occasional murders, body parts here and there, sometimes even a little cannibalism. Everyone serving a minimum of 25 years in this prison is possible toItem Webster Yahiborn Male! Born in 1944 in Monterey City. At 16, he entered the U.S. Coast Guard Academy. At 18, he was involved in a fight on campus that resulted in the death of an African-American student, leading to his expulsion. In 1975, he returned to his hometown and joined the local police department. By 1978, he became a member of the Monterey Drug Enforcement Unit and subsequently joined the Gulf Cartel the same year. In 1981, he became the Senior Assistant at the Chihuahua State Police Department. In 1984, he was promoted to Deputy Commissioner and has served as the Director of "El Altiplano!" Prison ever since. Here's the translation of the text: "Recent Focus: Webster Yahiborn has agreed to Haggis Berde's request to assist in promoting him to the rank of sergeant, eliminating any obstacles. He plans to transfer Victor to the first cell block and has tasked Jerry Aldridge, a former member of the Gulf Cartel known as 'Pressure Machine,' to kill him during a prison exercise! Criminal Score: 21,000! Looking at that nearly glowing number, Victor could feel the deep malice behind it."