Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Victor is an ambitious man! His eyes are filled with aggression," said Nurnisha Kalis, the head of the United Nations International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat, to her colleagues.

Primarily, Victor told her that he would become the Head of the Drug Control Agency.

The atmosphere was really awkward then.

Let's just say...

When Xi Zong defecated in the street, the expressions of the Americans below: !!!(ﾟﾛﾟﾉ)ﾉｷﾞｬ━━━!

Fortunately, Nurnisha Kalis was seasoned by many trials and started joking, "With Mr. Victor's experience, he is more than qualified for the position. Unfortunately, I am not the Secretary-General. However, I think he will be quite taken when he meets you."

Victor smiled and did not fuss or pester further.

He was just suddenly testing the waters.

For the rest of the visit, Victor took them to see the prison's "reform" measures for drug traffickers.

A group of people was operating sewing machines.

They were sewing at a breakneck pace!

"We rehabilitate them through labor correction; repentance during labor is our tenet, all in the name of rebuilding them anew."

"What if they slack off?" one of the accompanying staff asked curiously.

Victor laughed, and next to him, the Minister of Propaganda Goebbels forced a smile, "Then we will inspire them through action."

A beating!

A thrashing!

A firing squad!

NMD, if you don't even want to sew, what use are you?

They are educated every day.

Remember, it is Governor Victor's grace that you can operate these sewing machines. If you're not obedient, hmph hmm~

No matter if you are a Sinaloa Drug Cartel leader or a serial killer, here, you need to learn to shake your legs.

What if they fight?

In the Tijuana prison, there is a secret game called "Beast Fighting", which involves five Caucasian Shepherd Dogs and two brawlers in a melee to see who is tougher.

Many jail guards, when idle, enjoyed this game.

Because they could gamble.

Under this brutish... no, nurturing influence, prison brawls have significantly decreased.

Nurnisha Kalis thought Victor was doing well and even gave him a thumbs up. Just as the delegation prepared to leave, they suddenly saw a criminal stand up, "Help! Help!!"

He hadn't run two steps before a jail guard tackled him to the ground.

"Help! Victor... he's setting up private execution grounds, he's inhuman, save me! Save us! We're going to die..." the drug trafficker on the ground sobbed in agony, screaming out.

A grown man...

Crying like that.

Do you live up to the tattoo on your shoulder?

Even a tattoo of a Tiger.

Nurnisha Kalis looked at Victor, "This... "

"He's lying," Victor said with a smile, glancing at Jason Bourne beside him. That smile... would anyone who saw it not feel it was sinister?

"Let's go. Rest assured, we will fully consider their feedback. As you know, killing is not our primary goal, educating them is."

Victor patted Nurnisha Kalis on the shoulder. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at the drug trafficker being held down, and followed him out.

"Save me! Help..." The drug trafficker saw that nobody paid any attention to him, and his cry of despair made even crows want to turn into doves.

Nurnisha Kalis was smart; she knew her words had no weight here. This was Victor's territory!

Jason Bourne closed the door with a gloomy face, turned around hands in his pockets, looked at the shop full of hundreds of traffickers, shook his head, and sighed, "You're making the boss very embarrassed!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I know my mistakes," the trafficker on the ground cried out.

"Too late, he's not happy right now," Jason Bourne said, raising his hand and abruptly swinging it down, and the watching jail guards opened fire!

Carrying an M249 machine gun, they sprayed bullets at the traffickers below.

The other traffickers, who had never imagined such a calamity, screamed in terror, trying to rush towards the door; some even tried to grab Jason Bourne but were shot dead by the guards beside him.

"You'll not die a good death! You lapdog of the Tyrant!" a trafficker yelled out loud, eyes wide open even in death.

Jason Bourne remained impassive. Your next read is at empire

"Scaring me? Call for Jesus."

The gunshots in the factory were clearly heard by the United Nations officials, and when Nurnisha Kalis turned around, she saw the door closed. She looked at Victor in horror, "This... this... "

The other officials also looked shaken.

"Don't worry, it's a lesson. Rest assured, we are committed to healing and saving lives…" Victor still wore a smile.

Once dead, there's no illness anymore, right?

Nurnisha Kalis, after all, was a woman, and her homeland, though partitioned in World War II, was overall safe. Such a close-range "slaughter!"

She had never seen it before.

Nurnisha Kalis had heard of Victor's "reputation" before, but seeing it with her own eyes was still frightening.

"There were over a hundred people in there!"

"Really?"

Victor looked at Goebbels beside him, who immediately shook his head, "No."

"Nurnisha, you must be too tired. Hahaha, let's go back to the hotel to rest." Victor stretched out his hand pointed at her, and even took her by the arm to lead her away from the prison.

What else could Nurnisha Kalis do but feel helpless?

Protest?

The neatly arranged motorcade took them straight to the hotel, skipping any further sightseeing or trips to museums, lest they lose their appetite.

Victor intended to chat more with the United Nations delegation, to foster relations, but a phone call immediately dampened his spirits.