The next day.
About 10 in the morning.
Two official vehicles marked with "APM" drove into Plateau Prison.
This was the abbreviation of the Prison Administration Bureau.
"One, two, three!"
On the outdoor exercise field, several squads of prisoners could be seen running under the lead of jail guards who would strike them with sticks when they showed signs of fatigue.
This was real hitting!
Alejandro and the others inside the car almost popped their eyes out when they saw this scene.
When did Mexican prisons start doing exercises?
As long as one fewer jail guard died each day, the KPI of the Prison Administration Bureau was met.
The two cars pulled up in front of the office building where Casare, dressed in a police uniform, was waiting at the door.
Alejandro and his companions got out of the car, frowning, "Where's Victor?"
"Upstairs, waiting for the officers!"
