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Every day, there were more than a dozen trips from the port to Guadalupe Island, taking advantage of the current situation where Alejandro still "held power," Victor didn\'t hide or hoard anything.

He had sent at least 8,000 people over.

The Guadalupe Island Police Department\'s auxiliary staff planned to recruit another 200 people, bringing the direct headcount to 500, but his conditions were too harsh.

No tattoos allowed under a certain age?

Even a priest has a little boy tattooed on his navel.

There\'s a joke where a Vatican priest went to Japan, found the little boys so cute, and wanted to tattoo them for memory. As a result, the tattoo artist inked a nuclear bomb on his butt.

Plus, no criminal records for the parents...

Poor Mexicans can\'t survive without some side hustles, and the rich are already on an uneven path...

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After several rounds of selection, quite a few people passed, around 1,032 in total. Victor wasn\'t in a hurry and directly found a field in Ensenada City to train them.

It would last for three months, and the top 200 performers would join the Guadalupe Island police force.

The rest were directly assigned to the newly approved "¡¡equip movil de terrorismo violento! (Counter-Terrorism Mobile Unit), acronym: EDTV!"

They said it was for 300 people...

But 300 people ≠ only 300 people.

Anyway, that money would never come from above, so salaries and such had to be determined by themselves.

In fact, police salaries in each state of Mexico are unstable; for instance, the wealthier Nuevo Leon pays at least twice as much as the poorest Chiapas State!

Victor set the salary for EDTV at 300 US Dollars per month, with separate calculations for attendance, injuries, and welfare benefits.

No need to worry about food, clothing, shelter, or transportation—it\'s all covered!

Lots of young people joined.

Mexicans can endure hardships and work hard for up to 18 hours a day.

He found 30 officers from the EDM to give them intensive training.

Victor only wanted the best 200 out of these 1,000 people!

It was like raising gu, every young guy was brimming with energy.

A week later, the Mexican Government finally assigned a new mayor, and that guy, Victor had seen him; he seemed obedient and very cooperative. Only then did Victor feel at ease to return to Guadalupe Island.

The night before he left, he had a private conversation with Alejandro for over two hours.

Nobody knew what they discussed.

But the next day, Alejandro announced a complete drug ban in Baja California State!

The Tijuana drug trafficking group was labeled a "terrorist organization"!

This should be the most foreword state in all of Mexico.

But the funny part came.

Two hours after Alejandro\'s announcement, the spokesperson for the office of the Governor of Mexicali State in the capital of Baja California declared to the public, "The decision of the security department is wrong! We do not accept, nor will we comply with this stupid regulation."

"Governor Rafael Max believes there are no criminal gangs in Baja California, and such actions totally smear the state office."

He\'s panicked, you see how panicked he is.

If Rafael Max were right here, Victor would have made sure he understood what a true "Iron Fist" is!

Sooner or later, Baja California will be liberated!

But Victor was not someone to be trifled with; he had his people strike back on television.

"To prevent the ugly Rafael Max from betraying the Mexican people and taking actions against the respected Mr. Alejandro, the Guadalupe Island Police Department will send personnel to patrol Ensenada City for a period of three months!"

That was like pointing a finger at the adversary\'s nose and cursing them.

Who do you think you are.

It was said that the Governor, already in poor health, spent the night in the hospital that evening.

Amidst the messy affairs, one piece of news stood out.

The leader of the Sinaloa Drug Cartel, Palma, was gunned down by a gunman while dining out, including his child and lover.

The Sinaloa Group announced to the public that it was Victor from Guadalupe Island who did it!

They thought he was utterly inhumane and amoral!

And they called on all drug traffickers to siege him.

January 29, 1990.

The Juarez, Sinaloa, Gulf Cartel, Tijuana, and the Michoacán families along with 47 drug trafficking groups from all 32 states of Mexico announced a reward for Victor Carlos Vieri.

"And they would eliminate him at all costs!"

...

In the official residence of the Juarez key player Aguilar.

Figures were moving around outside.

Many masked drug traffickers armed with submachine guns patrolled the area while dogs drooled and growled from their throat.

Snipers were also on the rooftops.

Four or five police cars were parked at the door, and thinly dressed policemen stood at the entrance to guard the doors as a meeting of bosses was taking place inside.

Inside, the room was filled with smoke.

Five sofas were placed, with Guzman from the Sinaloa Group, Aguilar from the Juarez Cartel, Abrego from the Gulf Group, Benjamin from Tijuana, and Osir Cardenas from the Michoacán family sitting on them!

This should be considered as the five major drug trafficking groups in Mexico known so far.

As for the Knights Templar Cartel?

That was a drug trafficking organization formed around 2006 by the remnants after the destruction of the Michoacán family.

The other drug trafficking kingpins were sitting on stools behind them.

The entire hall was filled with sixty or seventy people.

"Victor must die!" Abrego declared grimly, taking a deep breath as he was the first to put forth his decision, "Don\'t even think about trying to buy him off. By the time you go there with a check, he\'ll shoot you in the head and then take your money. He\'s a complete bastard!"

His tone was filled with helplessness and indignation that he couldn\'t suppress.

Looking at each other, Guzman and Aguilar, who had conflicts with the Gulf Group, were inwardly pleased but knew this was not the occasion to show it.

They were all big shots ruling their own realms, sitting here for the sake of a common interest.

"I agree!" Benjamin raised his hand, "He definitely has to be taken out!"

"I agree too." The third to raise his hand was Cardenas from the Michoacán Family. He was the most handsome of the lot, with an air of a mature gentleman, but his cruelty was second to none.

The riots in Mexico City against Victor were instigated by him.

With three people agreeing, Guzman and Aguilar quickly raised their hands as well.

The rest of the drug traffickers weren\'t important; they were just there to echo the sentiment with shouts of "666".

"How many men are you putting in?" Guzman asked.

The question instantly made the room go quiet.

These old foxes were scared of committing too many men, worried that their enemies might take the opportunity to strike their bases. Don\'t think for a second that they were sitting here with sincere intentions.

Each had their own schemes.

Whoever had become a drug trafficker wasn\'t a fool.

You look at me, I look at you.

"I\'m contributing 200 men!" Benjamin raised his hand and stood up, "I\'ll lead my men myself. Victor killed my brother, and I will avenge him!"

"Anyone who breaks their word, don\'t blame me for playing dirty!"

Lower California was his territory, and the Tijuana Cartel had taken the biggest hit. Many eyes were on him, and the underlings were getting restless.

By taking Victor\'s life, Benjamin aimed to reassert his authority; otherwise, his downfall was imminent.

The decades of efforts by the Felix Family would be reduced to ashes.

Seeing him take initiative, the others weren\'t stingy either.

"I\'ll contribute 200 men," Guzman said.

"I\'ll also put in 200 men," Aguilar raised his hand.

The Michoacán Family only committed 70 men, being a crime organization built on blood relations, they didn\'t have many people. The Gulf Group, on the other hand, put in 300 men, with Abrego joining in the belief he was avenging his uncle.

Everyone sent their most trusted lieutenants to lead the teams.

But Abrego pulled a lean figure from behind him. The man looked tough, with a pair of mustaches and deep eyes, not very talkative and quite serious in appearance.

"His name is Nimisio Osegla Cervantes, you can call him El Mencho; he will replace me."

The other bosses glanced at him and saw nothing noteworthy, only thinking that the guy looked spirited.

"Let\'s set the date for February 7th!"

"I want to commemorate the birthday of my uncle, Juan Nepomuceno, on that day."

No one objected.

A sensational "drug traffickers besieging the police" case, destined to be recorded in history, was about to unfold.

...

Meanwhile, on Guadalupe Island.

Victor was making his inspection rounds.

On the island, a school, two residential buildings, a park, and quite a few factories were under construction, and the place was bustling with activity.

The better the living places were constructed, the more comfortable Victor felt.

Of course, he wasn\'t there for leisure; what mattered most was creating job positions to significantly improve security and the economy on Guadalupe Island.

"Boss, boss…"

Casare was huffing and puffing as he ran over from behind and slipped on the steps due to not paying attention, nearly face-planting.

This made even Victor unable to help but laugh at him, "What\'s the hurry? The drug traffickers coming to attack?"

Gasping, Casare nodded vigorously, "Yes, the traffickers are coming!"

"??"

"Our informant has sent news, about 47 drug trafficking groups have dispatched over 1700 people intending to forcibly land on the island."

The Five Major Sects besieging Bright Summit?

Has Victor become the antagonist?

He looked around calmly, "Guadalupe Island is surrounded by the sea, are those traffickers looking to lose their lives trying to land?"

Casare shook his head; he was just shocked by the number of attackers.

"No need to panic, do you know the time?"

"February 7th, 1990!"

"Then let those Mexican drug traffickers experience what\'s called the Guadalupe Island War!"

Victor still had several million points in his hands.

Offensive battles might be hard to fight, but is a defensive one really difficult?

Seeing his confidence, Casare also let out a sigh of relief and unconsciously made a prayer gesture.

Victor glanced at him, gazing towards the distant sea.

A Pacific Ocean orca breached the surface.

Recently, the ecology in the vicinity had been thriving, with many marine creatures being discovered. Perhaps it was because Jaws was living well, it called all its buddies over.

Jaws: Bros, come quickly, there\'s good food at Guadalupe Island.

A group of fish came over, cleared out the drugs, and then partied together.

"I\'ll add a snack for you tonight,"

muttered Victor to himself.