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Working as a police officer in Mexico

Four deadly choices in life: Being a cop in Mexico! Absolute justice here means getting shot, BIUBIUBIU. The protagonist finds himself in the body of a jail guard and discovers that his eyes can see a person's Crime Value! Only by outgunning the criminals can he uphold justice! This prison is called "Plateau Prison", the highest security level in Mexico. At this time, there is a man locked up inside. His name is Gallardo, nicknamed Godfather, one of the founders of the Guadalajara Cartel. If you want to survive, either leave this damned country, or climb your way to the top. Mexico can be bright!

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Chapter 163: Justice Doesn't Represent Me, I Represent Justice!

The next day.

In the small flower bed outside the security department of Tijuana.

Vic, dressed in formal attire, was being interviewed by the female journalist Belsaria Ramsfield, with both sitting opposite each other.

Today, the woman wore a cool, transparent dress, through which one could vaguely discern the color of the "bra" underneath, and she had her hair pinned up with a shark clip, exuding a desire-inducing aura with an air of control.

Vic maintained a calm expression, not even moving his eyeballs.

The camera was pointing their way.

"Director Vic, Sonora State has criticized your invasion of their territory and accused you of sending an assassin to kill Irwin Losano. What is your response?"

"This is a serious mistake. We are commissioned by the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency to sweep the drug traffickers in Sonora State, completely in accordance with rules and procedures. As for the killing of Irwin Losano..."