The anti-American vanguard starts in Mexico!

Qi Yun met the other person's gaze. Although his face remained expressionless, he had already sentenced the guy to death in his heart.

Name: Harris Martinez Garcia;

Sin value: 500;

Crimes: The Crippled Gang, along with two other gangs, used the pretext of fighting drug dealers to help their rivals seize territory and murder witnesses...

People who look like that are definitely not good people.

The others in the police station weren't much better off; almost all of them had ties to gangs.

Even the policewoman who made the phone call had an affair with a drug lord.

Carlos nodded to the other party without saying anything more, and led Qi Yun to the third floor.

The office door closed, and Carlos pointed to the chair opposite him: "Sit down."

Qi Yun sat down as instructed and looked around the director's office.

Metal filing cabinets, old wooden tables, a map of the jurisdiction and several certificates of commendation hanging on the wall, and some old file boxes piled up in the corner.

It's clear that the bureau's budget is quite tight.

Carlos walked behind his desk, picked up the intercom, and dialed a number: "It's me. Send a copy of the personnel files for checkpoint 4 to my office now."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Qi Yun and asked again, "Are you sure you want to be the sheriff of Checkpoint 4?"

"Yes," Qi Yun answered readily.

Carlos nodded slightly: "Since you're not afraid of death, I can give you that chance."

"I hope you are truly capable, and not just a reckless fool."

Qi Yun wasn't surprised and grinned, "Thank you, Director."

Soon, an office worker delivered the information for checkpoint number 4 to the office.

Carlos took it, waved for the clerk to leave, glanced at it briefly, handed it to Qi Yun, and then got up to find the appointment letter in the filing cabinet.

Qi Yun took the thin folder and quickly browsed through it.

There are currently only six people at checkpoint number 4. A deputy sheriff is temporarily in charge. Of the remaining five, one is a regular police officer and the other four are contract-based employees.

The equipment list was even more meager—six pistols, one shotgun, plus two outdated patrol cars.

Bulletproof vest? Bulletproof shield? Explosives detector?

Sorry, no.

With that kind of firepower, Qi Yun felt he could take it down by himself...

No wonder it's been reduced to a security booth.

Carlos retrieved an appointment template from the filing cabinet, sat back down at his desk, and began filling it out.

The branch chief has a high degree of autonomy. Except for nominally not being able to arbitrarily dismiss formally employed police officers, he can basically decide on the appointment and removal of other personnel with a single word.

However, this comes with a prerequisite: everyone has to listen to you.

Otherwise, if you only issue orders but no one follows them, then you, as the bureau chief, are just a figurehead.

Therefore, Carlos cannot do whatever he wants and needs to consider the interests of others.

He quickly filled out the form and handed it to Qi Yun.

"Acting Sheriff of Checkpoint 4, term of office tentatively set at three months. Your authority and responsibilities are listed here. Please read carefully."

"If you cannot prove your ability to manage the area within these three months, or if you cause unmanageable trouble, I will immediately transfer you."

acting?

Three months it is.

Qi Yun took the appointment letter, quickly glanced at it, and confirmed the key information.

The content is concise, clearly stating his management authority over the checkpoint, his responsibility for maintaining public order in the area, and his limited autonomy in action.

"Sign after you've read it."

Carlos handed over another pen, adopting a businesslike demeanor. "Once you sign this, you'll be in charge there. From now on, if any security issues arise in the Fourth Avenue area, I'll contact you first."

Qi Yun took the pen and signed his name at the end of the document.

"Chief, I would like to replace all the personnel at the checkpoint."

"Replace them all?" Carlos frowned. "And the reason?"

"At least half of those six people are involved with drug dealers." Qi Yun put down his pen. "With them around, I can't get anything done."

Carlos leaned back: "Where's the evidence?"

"There's no evidence," Qi Yun replied crisply. "But you know in your heart, how many clean cops can stay in that area of ​​Fourth Avenue?"

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Carlos tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "Even if you're right, contract-based police officers can be replaced—it's your decision—but to transfer permanent officers, I need you to provide evidence."

Qi Yun could understand his pressure, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Then let's replace the four hired police officers first, but I hope you can fill the remaining positions for me."

Normally, a checkpoint should have one sergeant, one deputy sergeant, and eight officers, for a full complement of 10 people.

"You still don't understand how checkpoints actually work."

Carlos stood up, poured himself a glass of water, and said, "Do you know why some checkpoints have more than twenty people, but checkpoint number 4 only has six?"

Qi Yun raised an eyebrow. He hadn't had much contact with the people at the checkpoint before, so he really didn't know about this.

"Because nobody wants to go?"

"Funding." Carlos cut to the chase. "The branch office only gets so much funding each year, and each checkpoint gets even less. It can only support a few people."

"If the checkpoints under your jurisdiction can handle their own expenses, you can hire 100 officers without any problem. I can authorize you to recruit hired officers, and even regular officers are not out of the question."

"But the prerequisite is that you have to figure out the money yourself."

Qi Yun seemed to be deep in thought after hearing this.

"What about weapons and equipment? Can I keep any equipment I capture for my team to equip?"

Carlos gave him a strange look after hearing this: "Is this your first day as a policeman? Do you even need to ask such a question?"

"Hehe." Qi Yun licked his lips and gave a shy smile. "I just wanted to confirm with you again that you should write this authorization on the appointment letter."

Carlos stared at him for two seconds, and seeing his determined attitude, he reluctantly took the appointment letter and added a line of text to the blank space.

"The head of the checkpoint has the authority to dispose of illegal weapons and equipment seized within his jurisdiction to supplement police force."

After finishing writing, he took out the official seal from the drawer and stamped it with a "bang".

"Is this alright?" Carlos pushed the appointment letter back.

Qi Yun examined it carefully, then nodded with delight, "That's enough! That's enough!"

Seeing Qi Yun laughing so happily, Carlos suddenly felt a sense of foreboding...

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and his smile faded: "But I must remind you, it's fine to use the captured equipment yourself, but it's best not to be too conspicuous with heavy weapons like hand grenades."

"If it causes a large number of civilian casualties, I won't be able to withstand the pressure."

"Don't worry," Qi Yun said, folding and putting away the appointment letter. "I know what I'm doing."

"I hope so." Carlos took a sip of water. "Any other requests? Tell me all at once."