Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 429 - 301: If You Don’t Learn Math Well, You Won’t Know When You’re Being Cheated!

"Poor automatic virtue accumulator?"

But clearly, Captain Jason had no idea about this lame joke.

Instead, he thought carefully about this possibility and hesitated before saying, "El Mencho is slippery; I don’t recommend doing this, but if you want his money, I think there’s a way."

Victor became interested then.

Each month, the salary for about 100,000 soldiers would be around 120 million US dollars!

And expenses for food, drink, defecation, weapon maintenance, compensation for fallen soldiers, and orphan benefits, among other things, were also staggeringly high every month.

This was one of the reasons behind initiating the "Northern Recovery Plan": the larger the territory, the more taxes collected. Victor was getting ready to impose a "Wealth Tax" and trouble that group of fat pigs.

Now whenever he saw one US dollar, he felt like kissing George Washington’s annoying face to smithereens.

"Tell me about it."

"We can make him buy his own life!"

"The first day one US dollar, the second day two US dollars, the third day four US dollars, the fourth day eight US dollars… and so on." Jason Bourne’s eyes lit up, "On the nth day it’s 2^(n-1) dollars; after 30 days of doubling... General, do you know how much that is?"

Victor was embarrassed!

He raised an eyebrow, his fist clenched a bit harder. It proved that you can’t solve math problems when you’re angry.

"Spit it out already!"

Jason Bourne chuckled, "We can use the geometric series sum formula S=a1(1-q^n)/(1-q), to calculate the final profit; where a1 is the first element of the series, which is one dollar; q is the common ratio, which is the multiplying factor of doubling each day, that is 2; n is the number of terms, which is 30. Plugging these into the formula, we get: S=1(1-2^30)/(1-2)≈ 10.74 billion yuan."

"One month from now, if he wants to save his life, he has to pay us 1 billion US dollars."

Victor was shocked, casting a doubtful look at Jason Bourne, "Your math is that good?"

He certainly knew what the other man was made of.

Let him go into a firefight with guns blazing, and he might not even frown. But ask him to do math?

That’s like Kennedy dying in the bathroom—full of crap in his head.

Jason Bourne wanted to appear confident but knew his own capabilities and awkwardly smiled, "The intelligence department hired a few PhD students; this was their suggestion."

Victor then realized, of course... We’re all idiots, how could you suddenly become the smart one? That’s awkward for me.

"However, we just don’t know if El Mencho would agree," said Captain Jason.

"He definitely will."

Victor stubbed out his Camel cigarette in the ashtray and threw it away, leaning back with one leg crossed, "He doesn’t understand math."

"To a drug trafficker who cherishes his life and has no talent for math, El Mencho will certainly agree to this plan."

"His will to survive is like a street dog’s struggle!"

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"Feed him a lump of shit and tell him eating a bite means living another day, and he would eat it without hesitation. I believe in those who face death unflinchingly, but he is not one of them."

"A filthy, stupid, arrogant, and brutal waste!"

That was Victor’s assessment of El Mencho.

If the man knew his "idol" thought of him that way, who knew what he would feel? But aside from impotent fury, he’d probably just be incapable.

October 26, 1990.

The day after El Mencho was arrested.

In the city hall of Tepic.

Victor personally bestowed the Diamond Double Sword Silver Oak Leaf Knight’s Iron Cross Medal on Ludwig Becker, company commander of Company B, 16th Regiment. The prestigious fourth-class medal had never before been awarded to a junior officer.

"Congratulations, my future general!" Victor patted his shoulder and said with a smile; this statement was as good as telling others that as long as the Northern Army stood, Ludwig Becker would at least become a general.

"Loyalty!!"

Ludwig Becker shouted emotionally, surrounded by comrades just as excited. Company B as a whole was honored with first-class merit, and every member’s name was inscribed on a military monument in the central square of Culiacán, the capital of Sinaloa State, for all to see.

In addition to this, Ludwig Becker received a reward of 200,000 US dollars, the deputy company commander received 150,000 US dollars, and each of the others got 80,000 US dollars!

"Gentlemen!"

"Do you want the people of Mexico to remember you? Do you want your parents and children to be proud of you? Do you want to become a hero of the whole society? Then go fight, kill drug traffickers! Wipe them out, and all the merit, money, and honor you need will be in your weapons!" Victor raised his hand and shouted to the soldiers below, their faces already filled with fervor, stirring them up.

"Hey! General Victor!"

Cheers echoed throughout Tepic.

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The generous awards also spurred on the troops at the front.

On October 21, the 3rd Marine Division’s 14th Regiment took Port of Vallarta, Cape Cortes, and Mazatlan in succession, killing 972 drug traffickers and capturing nearly 2000...

On October 22, the 3rd Marine Division’s 16th Regiment had another victory, capturing CJNG’s money laundering chief, El Mencho’s wife Valencia, and their infant child in Altar de Navarro; Valencia’s brother was bitten to death by a military dog!

On October 23, the 3rd Marine Division swept through the entire territory of Jalisco State. Along with 2 regiments of the 2nd Marine Division, a total of 35,000 troops surrounded the state capital, Guadalajara, allowing no one in or out, nor any supplies to enter!

They were going to make them die of thirst!

Guadalajara is a semi-desert city with most of its drinking water sourced from outside. Blocking it like this, let’s see when you’ll crumble!