Victor couldn't use his Golden Finger to check on everyone.
The plate was too big.
With nearly thirty thousand armed personnel, plus thousands of ordinary civil servants who depended on their own income, and Tijuana's population of over three million.
If he had to look at each one, he'd have to wait till hell freezes over.
The only thing he could do was to replace the top brass with his own people and keep a tight grip on the gun.
People pinched by the Golden Finger of course wouldn't betray him.
But you couldn't possibly replace all the one hundred million plus Mexicans with your own people, right?
It seems...
It's not impossible either.
When that time comes, with the strength of over one hundred million people, what would you do?
Um...
Stepping on sewing machines would definitely make money.
Tijuana. Night.
The gambling den in District 30.
