PRI Chapter 41: Someone's About to Be in Trouble

Alvaro became an undercover agent for Border Prison without anyone knowing.

This was Lind's intention.

After all, even if he revealed a lot of intelligence from his mouth, it would become outdated with time.

Especially when facing a high-risk drug dealer, their lives were full of variables at any moment. Even calling it "a cunning rabbit has three burrows" would be an underestimate.

Lind didn't plan to gamble on luck, so he directly asked Alvaro to return to the Grande Gang as an undercover agent.

As for how he would deceive his boss, Lind found him a particularly sufficient reason.

That was that the prison would announce to the public in the next two days that someone had attempted to escape through a vegetable delivery vehicle and was caught, and would cooperate with the police to conduct searches in the area.

As long as Gian Fraser wasn't an idiot, he would naturally realize that Alvaro had benefited from other prisoners' actions and luckily escaped.

Lind had no doubt about the intelligence of the Grande Gang boss, but as they say, the smarter one is, the more one thinks, and the more one thinks, the easier it is to deceive them.

As long as the act was performed thoroughly, the other party would definitely fall for it.

After all, who could imagine that a drug dealer would work for a prison and even serve as an undercover agent for the prison!

This was simply a fairy tale.

So the play that Lind arranged immediately became a powerful excuse for Alvaro to convince Gian Fraser a few days later.

...

"That's how it happened, boss." Alvaro, with a bruised and swollen face and blood marks all over his body, stood on the luxurious baroque-style carpet, telling his boss about his escape experience.

And facing him was Gian Fraser, with short hair, a square face, and wearing glasses. He didn't look like a bad guy, but rather like the kind of righteous character that often appeared in TV dramas.

They were not in the gang's gathering place at this time, nor in Gian Fraser's home, but in an underground club called Violet.

This was Laredo, located on the US-Mexico border, a 3-hour drive from Val Verde County.

This city was an important trade and logistics center in Texas, and also a distribution center for drug trafficking organizations.

The Grande Gang led by Gian Fraser had been operating here for five years.

During these five years, they transported thousands of tons of marijuana and hundreds of tons of cocaine into American territory annually, bringing unimaginable rich returns.

However, although the prices were high, the commission of each handler was also high, especially those officials on the drug trafficking routes.

Each one was so greedy they could rival devils.

The key was that after taking money, they often didn't do their work.

Don't ask, when asked, it was because the risk was too great and would affect their political careers.

Damn, they weren't afraid of the dollars burning their hands when they took the money!

So Gian Fraser had set his sights on Border Prison very early, wanting to get this private prison to use as a business for processing and transporting drugs.

After all, there were many talents in prison, with high compatibility and flexible minds.

The key was low cost, and they could be exploited at will.

And as a place certified by the American government, their transport vehicles wouldn't be checked by police every day.

It could be said to be the best drug manufacturing and trafficking factory in the world.

Unfortunately, Casas, whom he had sent over, died, and George, their American partner, also died.

Seeing that the plan to secretly seize the prison had failed, Gian could only resort to his old trade and make personal threats against the prison.

However, even so, Border Prison was not afraid!

Especially that warden, who stayed in the prison every day, giving him no chance to strike.

Only after investigation did Gian discover that this guy's entire family was already dead, no wonder he wasn't afraid of threats.

But the guards should be afraid, right?

He found several local guards and threatened them.

As a result, they indeed obeyed, resigning one after another, and one even helped pass the threatening words to a prisoner's ears.

However, that prisoner actually failed in his hijacking attempt!

His family was even rescued by unknown forces!

Even the little brothers he sent to Carlos died in the villa in Val Verde County.

Damn, why didn't those guys know how to be restrained? He had already promised them a large sum of money after completing the task.

Yes, although Gian confirmed that Border Prison had rescued that prisoner's family, he didn't think that Carlos's group was killed by people sent by the prison.

Please! That was just a private prison, not some government violence agency. How could the guards work so hard?

However, the rescue operation was handled so cleanly and efficiently that Gian suspected whether Young Edward had hired mercenaries to help.

Especially Miguel's failure.

That was a gang member who had experienced multiple battles in Mexico. Even if his military quality was not as good as retired special forces, he was not much inferior in actual combat.

How could his team return with only one person!

Moreover, Gian had people go near Border Prison to look several times, but found no traces at all, almost thinking that Miguel and his team had vanished into thin air.

However, now all doubts were cleared up with Alvaro's return.

It turned out they had built a watchtower and purchased large-caliber sniper rifles.

"Bang!"

Gian smashed his glass on the ground, shattering it all over the floor.

"Quinn, take Alvaro down to rest."

"Yes, boss." A burly black man beside him nodded in agreement and left the VIP room with Alvaro.

After the two left, Gian dialed the phone, "Sheriff, good evening, there's something I need you to help me with..."

...

Two days later, Border Prison suddenly welcomed a team of police.

"We received accusations that you're using illegal weapons in your prison." The visitor was Sheriff Smith from Laredo.

Accompanying him was Sheriff House from Val Verde County Police Department.

Hearing this, Lind, standing opposite them, shook his head in surprise, "How could that be? Why would our prison buy illegal weapons? We use firearms that are government-compliant and approved for use."

"Is that so? We'll see after we finish searching." Sheriff Smith had a serious expression. He had a big belly and his face was full of flesh, looking more like a butcher than a sheriff.

"No problem, but all police must conduct searches accompanied by our guards." Lind narrowed his eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" Sheriff Smith frowned, "We are police!"

Lind spread his hands, "Who isn't police? Just because we're a private prison, you police can search at will? What if someone among you secretly helps prisoners escape?"

"Fck, what are you saying!" Sheriff Smith was angry.

But Lind didn't indulge him. He turned and smiled at Sheriff House, "Sheriff House, you should be very clear that all procedures at our Border Prison are legal and compliant, and the prison is the legal private property of our Edward family, so my request should be no problem, right?"

"No problem, of course no problem!" Sheriff House had long been fed up with this Smith who was enforcing law across counties. He was the local sheriff, when was it an outsider's turn to point fingers at his territory!

Moreover, since Old Edward's time, they had always donated generously to the police station. Ten percent of the funds in their police station's fund bore Edward's name.

Naturally, Sheriff House believed he should protect the legal rights of legal citizens in his area.

"Thank you, Sheriff House." Lind continued, "In that case, please follow the arrangements of the guards, otherwise we will consider that you are interfering with the prison's normal operations and violating prisoners' human rights, and will sue you in state court."

"Don't worry, I'll instruct them."

Lind nodded and made way.

Sheriff Smith didn't want to see this young smiling face, and walked past him quickly with a cold expression.

After the police all entered the prison accompanied by James, Cohen came to Lind's side.

"Cohen, look at these clowns." Lind sneered twice, "The drug dealers give them some scraps from their hands, and these dogs rush over from Laredo busily, just like their master threw them a bone."

"They do look quite stupid indeed." Cohen nodded.

"So don't worry." Lind slowly restrained his smile, "With these guys, even if you gave them three more brains, they still couldn't fight against us."

"Tell Alvaro to keep a close eye on Gian. After Smith returns, maybe the opportunity we've been dreaming of will come."

"Yes!"

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