Working as a police officer in Mexico

United States. Washington D.C., the famous Salvadoran community—superhero.

In translation, it means superhero, just like most Latin American minority communities.

The streets here are also filled with a bunch of idlers.

Their faces are covered with tattoos, from a distance, you'd think they had some sort of skin disease.

But each face looks unfriendly, appearing quite fierce.

If you're familiar with Latin American gang history, you'll know these people are the notorious—MS-13!

Main businesses: drug trafficking, smuggling, prostitution, and collecting protection fees. MS-13's organizational structure and activities are extremely tight and ruthless.

Members must undergo rigorous testing and maintain absolute loyalty to the organization. Disloyal members face severe punishment, even losing their hands or being mercilessly killed.

They are quite famous in the United States, Canada, and Australia.

As you walk deep into the community, you can see a spacious villa, with a hunting dog about 1.5 meters tall at the door, gnawing on a bone, still stained with blood, stuck in its teeth, looking intimidating.

A black Benz drives up from a distance, stopping at the villa door, and the hunting dog lying outside lifts its head, sniffs hard, then lies back down.

Then, from the back seat comes out a "big-headed doll," really, with an exceptionally large head. His mother must have suffered back then.

That head's circumference is at least over 70; you know, a person's head generally stops growing at around 15, but the average is between 54 and 58.

This guy is also ugly, has a beard, and the tattoo on his neck is clearly visible.

"Brother Basil!"

As he walks in, the patrol personnel who rushed over upon hearing the news all loudly greet him.

Basil Pierce, the Chief of Staff of MS-13!

Even gangs are organizing like the President of the United States with a Chief of Staff, not afraid of embarrassment.

However, this man is ruthless, childhood friends of MS-13 boss Salvador Espinoza, they robbed, raped together, went to jail together, then formed an organization in prison, growing to this scale in just over ten years.

And, it's said that he and Salvador Espinoza have a relationship more than friendship, and the latter is famously bisexual.

Basil Pierce nodded, "Is the boss here?"

"Inside, but... you'll need to wait a bit."

Basil raised an eyebrow, ignoring them, and walked straight into the villa. As soon as he entered, the window opposite the door was a floor-to-ceiling window, and outside was a big swimming pool.

At that moment, inside was... a bacchanalia.

More than ten naked women of different skin colors and heights gathered around a large... fat man!

He must weigh over three hundred pounds.

The women were doing everything to make him happy, his mouth wide open with delight.

Basil Pierce was accustomed to this sight. What's the point of being a drug trafficker if you don't indulge after getting rich?

Isn't it all for the sake of one day living at the top?

He pushed open the door, walked to the poolside. Salvador Espinoza, hearing the commotion, lazily lifted his head, his eyes somewhat glazed.

Having sex and drug use both become addictive unless you're impotent.

"Here, come, two of you go attend to Basil, don't you have any sense?"

Espinoza patted a nearby woman's butt, and two Persian-looking women laughed as they approached.

Gotta say, their figures are really nice. (Wish I could write it all for you to see, alas!)

Basil Pierce frowned, pushing the women aside, "Boss, the Mexicans have pushed through."

"Ah?!"

"Ah!!"

Espinoza cried out in pain, slapping the kneeling woman's face beside him in shock, "Bitch, you bit me hard!"

Saying that, he pushed her into the swimming pool, picked up an M11 submachine gun from the table, cocked it, and began firing into the pool!

Tutututututu...

The woman pushed down tried to climb up, but as soon as her head emerged, she was shot into a sieve, the blood instantly dyeing the whole pool red, lying there...

"Ah!"

Other women screamed, but quickly covered their mouths, trembling all over.

"Get out!"

Salvador Espinoza shouted, and those women scrambled away, not even bothering to dress.

Even just these few actions left him gasping for breath, being over three hundred pounds, even walking was hard. He hadn't always been this fat; it came with a better life.

He sat heavily on a lounge chair, which creaked under his weight.

He lifted his head to look at Basil Pierce, a tightening in his spirit, "Where has Victor pushed to? The United States?"

It was uncertain whether his tone was of excitement or fear?

During the US-Mexico border war, those darned counterparts made a ton of money.

Americans had no time for security issues; a bunch of bold people stormed stores and robbed them.

In an undisclosed document, post-war looted item losses were over tens of millions of US dollars, with casualties nearing a thousand.

If the United States had history books, they'd surely write, in such and such year, the US-Mexico war at the border, looters rampant in the city, slaughtering countless!

Of course, MS-13 also had members involved, making a small fortune.

Though they were under FBI scrutiny for a long time after, wealth and risk always coexist.

"No, it's the Salvadoran government and Mexico that signed security clauses. From now on, Mexicans are responsible for domestic security, including drug prohibition and smuggling repression."

Basil Pierce's tone was also somewhat urgent, "Isn't this directly targeting us?"

MS-13 has always recruited domestically, being their base camp, a source of fresh blood, and many communicating with them to escape to the United States. Most are first sent to Salvador, then brought to the United States.