Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 825 - 447: Only Crying When It Hits Your Own Head!_3

The only thing that can be done is to assign important positions to absolute confidants.

James Trumbull, loyal and resolute, said firmly, "I absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace."

"Keep an eye on your friends and relatives. Some of them have been getting bold lately," Fagin muttered.

The Governor's pupils shrank.

"Sir, the inspection team's vehicles have arrived." At that moment, the secretary spoke loudly. He would soon be reassigned to the Finance Bureau for training below; naturally, he felt dejected, but there was no choice—it was a command from above.

Governor James and Fagin looked toward the highway and saw five or six Cadillacs approaching, bearing plates of the Internal Affairs Bureau.

As the convoy slowly stopped, the two hurried forward to greet them. It was clear that someone of significance, not merely a personal secretary, had arrived.

Emerging from the vehicles was none other than Vice Admiral Edward Fritz Blomberg, deputy chief of staff for the military and simultaneously the leader of the Western Inspection Team.

Although Fagin was an admiral and held military authority, personnel sent directly from above carried a different weight.

Does a local cadre of the same level as a capital cadre really compare?

"Admiral Fagin, Governor James," Blomberg wasn't foolish. As he stepped down from the car, he extended his hand proactively, smiling as he said, "I apologize for the disturbance. I'll likely trouble you both in the next three months."

"The Jalisco State Government absolutely obeys the orders of the National Palace. Rest assured, General Blomberg, and if there is anything you need, just say the word," the Governor said, patting his chest.

Fagin: "Me too!"

"Good, with both of your assurances, I feel at ease. Come, David, come over here." Blomberg turned around and called a young man forward, pushing him to the forefront. "Governor James, this is the secretary assigned to you from above. I hope you two can collaborate smoothly."

The air suddenly froze.

Fagin glanced subtly at the young man standing before them...

James stretched out his hand with a smile. "Welcome, David."

He exhaled in relief—at least no harsh attitude had been displayed.

Even if dissatisfied, one must suppress it.

In Jalisco, those vying for the governorship could circle the globe.

The young man named David seemed to be in his early twenties, wearing glasses that made his face look oddly familiar.

It was as if they had met before somewhere.

"Hello, Governor," he said warmly, extending both hands for a respectful handshake with the leader.

After greeting the Governor, his gaze turned to Fagin. With a smile, he said, "Uncle Fagin."

Uncle?

Everyone's expressions became peculiar, while Blomberg continued smiling.

"You are..." Fagin seemed unsure.

"My brother is Kennedy Heisenberg."

Dammit!

The Defense Minister of Mexico's younger brother!

Fagin's pupils shrank, and Governor James's expression subtly shifted.

Why would the sibling of a high-ranking political figure take on such a thankless job?

Could it be that the General disapproved of close ties between the military and local government?

Fagin stiffened.

At that moment, General Blomberg spoke faintly, "He is also a member of the Third Inspection Team."

"Fagin, make sure you don't bully him in the future."

In reality, the 60 personal secretaries were all meticulously selected, most of them offspring of high-ranking officials.

The first purpose was to bolster their credentials.

The second was insurance against threats—your power means nothing if my father's is greater.

The third was to bind their loyalty more tightly to Victor's interests; as long as they weren't foolish, they wouldn't "sabotage the father" or "betray the brother."

"Alright, let's move to the municipal hall. I happen to have something to discuss with you."

Blomberg: "An elderly woman once came to Mexico holding her son's severed head to file a complaint, alleging deep collusion between officials and businessmen in Jalisco."

"The General instructed me to investigate thoroughly."

Governor James's eyes widened in shock as he inhaled sharply.

He'd expected this!

His subordinates would always stir up trouble for him...

Damn it, such horrifying incidents actually occurred?!

"Investigate! This must be investigated!"

Blomberg nodded. Just as he was about to get back into the car, he suddenly turned his head and said, "One more thing. Following the aftermath of issues related to the abandoned airport in Petras City, approximately 400 cadres were implicated and found to have ties to the Red Shoes Club. All of them were sentenced to capital punishment!"

"Some of the officials present—don't take the wrong path. Money might be easy to take, but the consequences... you'd better think it through thoroughly."

"When you're standing in court later, don't simply end up crying."

As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept across everyone.

The cadres he locked eyes with could barely conceal their discomfort.

James, however, stood straight and firm. His gubernatorial tenure remained steadfast. Though tempted by bribes, slush funds, alluring attempts to corrupt him, he resolutely rejected them all.

Some even went as far as tossing cash into his car, gifting luxurious mansions for his accommodation, or presenting beauties. But he rejected them outright.

However, he understood well—just because he could resist didn't mean others could.

What's sweet often comes with poison.

He could almost sense the unease radiating from the cadres behind him...

A group of people was doomed to fall.

If blame were to be cast, it would only fall on their own inability to read the room.

Nonetheless, it was clear the General intended to capitalize on the "airport incident" by purging corrupt officials in one stroke, leveraging the shock to reassert control within the ranks.

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