Chapter 68 Gangster: Del Rio Division

Del Rio is a small border town in Texas.

Because there are constant illegal immigrants coming from the Mexican border, the security here is a bit hard to describe.

On arrival.

Harry's eyes widened.

A large number of Mexican women who were dressed coolly and very much in line with the old black aesthetic stood openly and openly outside a large number of temporary wooden houses entering and exiting the small town, waving to passing cars.

As long as you have a beautiful knife in your hand.

You can vent your unknown sexual fetishes here.

Harry looked anxious.

Dean chuckled: "Harry, when you're done, you can just ask ten girls to have sex with you. Don't forget, you have money now."

A $1 million lottery ticket excludes nearly 45% of federal and state taxes.

The legal funds obtained were approximately US$550,000.

Dean took home $500,000 alone.

Harry received $50,000 in hush money for nothing, equivalent to nearly eight or nine months of his previous salary.

For Harry from the moonlight tribe, he is indeed rich now.

However, the high money laundering costs made Dean heartbroken and for the first time he came up with the idea of ​​starting a company.

According to his still somewhat vague plan.

For self-preservation and a better life.

On the surface, he will work hard to get promoted and gain power, but secretly, he needs to support a small gang and connect it with Eve's Anti-Narcotics Division to develop and grow.

This process inevitably requires legal money laundering channels.

But this is just a preliminary idea.

It needs to be implemented concretely.

We still need to wait for Dean to reach a certain position and win over more suitable people.

Thinking room.

The police car stopped.

Marago took a breath of alcohol and said a little tiredly: "Okay, we're here, let's get off the car."

The Del Rio branch is the only branch in this small town. The architectural style is relatively rough, and the earth-yellow tiles make it even more simple.

Malago led the way, and the three of them walked inside.

Along the way.

Police officers kept greeting Marago cordially.

Compared to Los Angeles.

Not only are the police officers here much more lax, many of them don't even wear police uniforms. The only thing they have in common is that they are all white, and they all have a gangster spirit that the Los Angeles police officers don't have.

They look more like gang members than police officers!

Dean also noticed that many of the hairy police officers had the same tattoos on their arms.

Harry followed Dean closely.

Only in this way can he feel a sense of security.

He is too conspicuous here.

Along the way.

From time to time, someone looked at him.

Fortunately, because of Malago, no one came forward to cause trouble.

Go through the office area.

Malago took Dean and the two to the backyard of the police station.

There are some temporary prisons left over from the 1970s and 1980s, which are similar to courtyard houses, with small rooms enclosed by iron railings without any privacy at all.

In the yard.

Two shirtless, hairy men were standing in front of a fence, watching the two Mexican men fighting inside, and from time to time they laughed like they were watching monkeys.

"What are they doing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Beast fighting is also a boring program to kill time." For Dean's sake, Marago explained briefly, and then patted the sliding door outside: "Beach, Gadot, and Los Angeles.

My friend is here, open this broken door for me!"

He said it lightly.

To people like Marago, these stowaways are not human beings at all. Even if they are killed, no one will hold them accountable!

Two shirtless police officers heard the noise and saw it was Marago, so they trotted over: "Wow, Boss Marago, when did you have a nigger friend?"

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Malago glared at the speaker: "Gado, if you haven't opened this broken door in three seconds, I will arrange for you to go to the border patrol!"

"Don't be like this, Boss Malago."

The two police officers quickly shut up and struggled to open the sliding door that was in disrepair.

By the power of Malago.

A few minutes later.

Dean and Harry passed through the simple prisons where men were detained outside and came to an indoor prison with a relatively better environment.

All the prisoners held here are female prisoners.

There are currently four people in total.

Two of them were white and one was yellow, lying on the bed in a daze out of boredom. There was also a white girl who looked much younger, curled up in the innermost prison, like a frightened little rabbit.

Dean noticed that there were used "small umbrellas" and cigarette butts in some corners inside, and because the air here was not very circulated, there was also a faint smell of marijuana.

I saw someone coming.

The two white ones and the yellow one immediately got up from the bed and shouted to the leader Marago: "When can we get rid of this little bitch? She has made us no longer free at all!"

"Shut up, bitches!"

Marago kicked the railing and scolded the three of them, and then awkwardly explained to Dean: "These three people are thieves and liars. In order to obtain some special supplies during their imprisonment, they will work with the young men below.

Make some trades."

Harry dared not speak.

Compared with these little gangster cops in Los Angeles, they are just a bunch of castrated good little sheep.

Dean shrugged: "At least they got what they wanted, didn't they?"

Marago was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Yes, you are absolutely right, Dean, you really should come to our police station to serve. I believe you will make achievements."

"It's too remote here." Dean shook his head, went to the innermost cell, and knocked on the railing: "Marina?"

Marina, who had been curled up, timidly raised her head and looked outside when she heard the sound.

"I'm Los Angeles police detective Dean." Dean showed a charming smile and said with a friendly voice: "Don't be afraid. We came here this time to find out about your brother and take you back to Los Angeles."

"Really?" Marina had doubts on her face.

She originally thought that after her traces were exposed, she would be sent back to Los Angeles for investigation, but instead she was taken to prison by the police here and witnessed the darkness that she could not see outside.

"certainly!"

Dean threw his police detective card away.

Marina quickly took the detective and opened it to check.

Inside is a photo of Dean with a warm smile.

"Ugh... take me away quickly, I don't want to stay here!" Marina could no longer suppress her emotions, rushed to the railing, grabbed Dean's hand, and burst into tears.

"Eh."

Seeing this scene, Harry, the human teddy, felt a little heartbroken.

Malago bastards!

This is still a fifteen-year-old child.

A small, white room.

After Marina took a shower and had something to eat, her mood finally stabilized.

in her narration.

Dean and Harry also learned what really happened to the Sheen family at that time.

Thanks to the Brilliant Night book friend for the reward of 3,000 book coins, and thanks to the boss.

The contents in the article are all true.

In the early years, stowaways were really not considered human beings. For details, you can refer to the Golden Triangle of the past, which is what people who know about it can do to popularize, so I won’t go into details.

In addition, this case will be concluded tomorrow.

At 12:1 in the morning, I set up a chapter update.

Good night brothers.
Chapter completed!