Ensenada City, a meeting room in the city hall.
Four people sat down, those who knew each other were exchanging glances, occasionally glancing at Victor, who was sitting in the chief seat.
On their way here, they had already found out about the incident.
The corpses of drug traffickers they saw on the road were his doing.
Now, who in Mexico does not know Victor?
That's the notorious "Drug Enforcement Warrior", but it's said that he's got a foul temper.
Victor looked at his watch, smiled, and stood up, "Gentlemen, you're all..."
"Wait, wait~"
Before he could finish his sentence, a man dressed in a police uniform and wearing gold-rimmed glasses rushed in through the door, waving his hands and smiling at everyone, and then with a plump, sat down on a chair.
"Who is this?"
"I am Director Herrera Garcia from the Caste Police Department."
