Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1020 - 526: "Hey, you are really a damn genius!" _3

Chapter 1020: Chapter 526: "Hey, you are really a damn genius!" _3

If they’re full, won’t they cause trouble?

But speaking of it, this is a bit too harsh...

Looking at the potatoes in front of him, the drug trafficker, starving like a Japanese dog, begged, "Give me two more, please give me two more."

Saying this, he moved forward to grab the cart.

"Get away! Stop!"

But the guy took two more steps forward, bang!

A bullet flew over, and the standing prisoner’s head exploded instantly. His body wobbled and fell, and the potatoes on the ground were soaked in blood.

The other prisoners bowed their heads, trembling...

You think they haven’t caused trouble before?

There’s a military camp next door. Someone tried to escape together before, but the helicopter came and swept them off. The machine guns left bloodstains in the desert, even now.

Moreover, the Mexican special police, special forces academy, and other sniper teams all come here for training. That shot just now was fired by one of the academies.

Training sniper focus and reaction skills...

This place is in the depths of the desert, over forty kilometers away. You really think you can run out of here?

Do you think you’re an earthworm?

Above this scene, from the second floor, Alfred Rosenberg from the Mexican civil department sipped his coffee and said to the visiting guest, "The criminal thought education in Mexico is very effective, hardly any prisoners give us bad reviews. Rest assured on this point."

The guest was the Deputy Minister of the Interior from Salvador, mainly here to learn about the advanced management of Mexican prisons. Of course, they hoped to outsource their prisons.

Because MS-13 and the Eighteenth Street Gang were killing each other in the prisons back home, and they were also attacking jail guards and even retaliating against the guards’ families outside, which seriously disturbed the local security. During the Mexican war on drugs, some people fled to Salvador.

Under such circumstances, they had no choice but to seek external help.

"How much do you charge?" The Salvador deputy minister didn’t care about the methods, as long as they could outsource quickly.

"Thirty million US dollars for five years, four thousand beds. We handle security and management, all-inclusive, but we will need to bring about 900 employees."

"So expensive?!"

Prison outsourcing is no news; running a prison is a business. The profits come from increasing revenue and cutting costs, and the private prisons in the United States are masters at this.

A few years later, in 2000, the Federation Bureau of Prisons signed a ten-year contract for 3,300 beds worth 760 million US dollars with CCA. The next year, the Immigration and Naturalization Service and the Department of Justice also renewed contracts with CCA, each worth more than 50 million US dollars.

According to CCA’s 2011 financial report, for each prisoner taken in, the company received 58.48 US dollars in government subsidies per day, and after deducting other expenses, they made a net profit of 18.33 US dollars per day per prisoner.

Of course, this is America; they’ve got the money.

The Mexican civil department’s idea is to conduct global business, lower the price a bit, it’s okay.

"Actually, there’s another plan: hand over Salvador’s security to us, and you only need to handle the military, all-inclusive for 1 billion US dollars!"

This is even more expensive!

Salvador’s GDP in 1992 was less than 6 billion US dollars.

"We... can’t afford it." The deputy minister smiled wryly.

"Actually, there’s nothing to worry about. You can borrow this money from Mexican Empire Bank. You only need to pay an initial payment of 30 million US dollars, and the rest can be paid slowly with interest. We can extend it for up to 20 years. Of course, we need a little bit of collateral, and we can all win."

Alfred Rosenberg grinned, showing off his rather white teeth.

"You can do the math; police death compensation, police support, risk levels, etc., the potential expenses are significant. But if you leave it to us, we can solve the security issue within two years, and overall it’s quite cost-effective."

"Besides, as you can see, we’ve introduced a labor reform system, which is great. All the offenders we capture in the future will be sent for labor reform, and we won’t take a penny of the revenue generated, all goes to you."

"You also don’t need to pay the prisoners’ wages."

"Isn’t this good?"

The people from Salvador always felt there was more to the story, but couldn’t figure out exactly where it was off, giving them a headache, as if they were beginning to think.

But the plan really did seem good on paper!

This idea was something Alfred Rosenberg came up with, generating revenue and expanding influence with a name...

If you said you were sending troops to the other side’s home for anti-drug operations, people wouldn’t be happy.

After all, who wants foreign troops in their own country?

Isn’t that just invasion?

But if you say, for your safety, your government paid us, and I’m sending "police" to come over, maintain public order, hey, then people would feel, I’m the one who paid, I’m the customer, right? That thought process is different.

As for whether they’re "police" or "soldiers," doesn’t that depend on what uniform you’re wearing?

There’s a saying: Paying for punishment, same thing.

If you’re asked to farm, you find it tiring. But if you’ve paid to experience farming, hey, you think it’s fun, a fool wouldn’t.

But at least psychologically, it’s somewhat easier to accept.

When Victor heard Alfred Rosenberg propose this plan, he was silent for a long time, then said:

"Hey, you son of a bitch, you’re a genius!"

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