Working as a police officer in Mexico

A young hostess hesitated before raising her hand, "Sir, I... I served a man who seemed a bit mysterious."

"Go on."

"I met a man last week, he spoke fluent Spanish and looked quite similar to us, but I noticed there was extra hummus on his table. I've read many books and I heard that this dish is quite popular in the Middle East, especially Israel, so I remembered it. Moreover, I found out he was circumcised, it seems it's been a long time ago."

Lanwen Cohen frowned upon hearing this, "How could you tell?"

The hostess paused and thought for a moment, "Experience."

These two words puzzled the listener, but he keenly felt that this was an important piece of information, and nodded vigorously, "Where did you serve them?"

"No. 227, Westro茨 District."

Lanwen Cohen stood up, nodded, pointing at her, "You're smart, what do you want?"

"Sir, I don't want to be a hostess anymore..."

"Are they forcing you?" Lanwen Cohen suddenly turned his head towards Max, who quickly gestured no.

According to Mexico's new laws, forcing someone into prostitution and trafficking women leads to the death penalty!

Drug use, let alone.

So, most bars in Mexico are clean, but surely someone is selling drugs, after all, if you buy goods from Colombia for 20 US Dollars, you can sell them for around 1200 here, a profit margin of 60 times, enough to make anyone jealous.

"No, no, I want a future," the woman said, gritting her teeth.

Lanwen Cohen stood up and looked at her, squinting his eyes, he thought for a moment and nodded, "Someone will contact you."

Besides being a cop, he is also a member of the Thirteen Protectors, and he has the responsibility to recommend capable people to serve as informants or be recruited by his superiors. If they accomplish something, the referrer could be promoted preferentially, and the bonuses are considerable. However, if the recommended person fails, the referrer would face consequences.

But they need to provide two spots annually.

To prevent slacking off.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs Intelligence Bureau encourages its staff to engage with local gangs, after all, if you can't eradicate them, then recruit them as your pawns.

This hostess's observational skills are exceptional.

Upon hearing Lanwen Cohen's words, she was delighted and bowed in thanks.

"Behave yourselves lately, I'm telling you, don't stand out,"

Lanwen Cohen said this and then left, leaving the mafia leaders staring at each other in shock, not even daring to curse.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Max yelled angrily.

Perhaps if he knew that there were many like him, he might feel better.

In every corner, intelligence personnel were questioning their informants, many of whom were beaten.

The pressure coming from above could drive a person mad.

They certainly don't want to go to Sonora State to plant cacti, in such a godforsaken place, how could it compare to Mexico City?

The rain in the sky gradually weakened with time.

Victor had been on the scene all along, and many European representatives who received the information had arrived, looking at the bombed site, some expressed condolences, but their eyes betrayed a schadenfreude.

Members of Ren Lian who had good relations with him looked solemn.

"There's news, boss." Casare ran over from afar, covered in mud, looking rather shabby.

"Speak."

"Medellin, Colombia, alongside Israel Mossad and the Central American 'Contra' organization, did it."

Victor took a deep breath, not doubting the veracity of this information.

"In an hour, I will conduct a national speech that all schools, enterprises, and institutions must watch!"

Casare's face twitched slightly.

The last national speech was during the massive confrontation between the anti-drug war and the southern drug-dealing government!

He had a foreboding...

The boss is about to declare war.

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