Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 873 - 465: "The era does not allow us to stop, gentlemen...

"I disagree!"

Yucatan Island. Cancun.

At this moment in the meeting room, a bespectacled man was furious as he stood up, pointing at Arturo Desena, who was seated at the head of the table, and yelling.

Everyone nearby remained silent, not daring to make a sound...

Didn't they see the face of "Los Zetas Commander" Arturo already turning livid?

"Sit down! Iturbide, what are you trying to do? Are you planning a rebellion?" The "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the Southern Government, Endric Vinicius, slammed the table and cursed while pointing at him.

But his gaze kept signaling to Iturbide, urging him to stop speaking.

Otherwise, his life might be in danger soon.

Yet the man named Iturbide remained firm, saying angrily, "The war between Victor and the United States is a war of extinction and destruction. If we don't help, fine; but now we're planning to go north and attack Puebla State—what kind of behavior is this?"

He forcefully tapped the table with his finger, "Shameful! Despicable! Lapdogs of the United States!"

With every word he spoke, the people below flinched, their hearts tightening with fear.

They cast complex glances at Iturbide, then at their leader, before lowering their heads.

"This guy must have read himself into stupidity..."

Iturbide was the Minister of Culture for the Southern Government. He held considerable influence in Mexican literary and academic circles and had almost won the Nobel Prize for Literature. However, dissatisfied with Victor's "dictatorial" regime, he resolutely went south with his family and students.

But this man...

Was very old-fashioned!

Extremely, extremely antagonistic towards drug traffickers.

When the Southern Government learned of his arrival, they repeatedly invited him to join.

Iturbide refused every time.

But as you know, drug traffickers don't give up until they achieve their goals. They threatened to kill his entire family if he refused to cooperate!

A scholar may fear bullets too, and so, left with no choice, Iturbide reluctantly accepted the position of Minister of Culture.

He usually did nothing much, essentially loafing around, but this time at the meeting, Arturo Desena planned to raid Victor's territory during the "US-Mexico war."

This deeply displeased Iturbide.

"Shut up!!"

Endric Vinicius roared, quickly looking at Arturo Desena. "Boss, he doesn't mean that..."

"Then what does he mean?" Arturo's expression grew dark, his fists clenched as he suppressed his anger, the corner of his eye twitching.

Since sitting in this position, aside from those bastards from Gulf Group, no one had dared to glare at him.

"I mean exactly what I said!" Iturbide stood ramrod straight, his face red and veins bulging in his neck. "I! Disagree with attacking Victor. This will make us lose public support and turn all Mexicans against us."

"If you do this, you'll go down in Mexican history as a traitor, and in the future, everyone will spit on your corpse..."

BANG!

The sound of a gunshot!

The people seated below covered their ears in fright, utterly shocked.

Arturo Desena had fired his handgun towards the ceiling and now aimed the muzzle at Iturbide, clenching his teeth. "I don't believe your bones are harder than bullets."

"I will not allow internal backstabbing when the nation is in peril. Do you all really enjoy being slaves to the Americans?"

Iturbide puffed out his chest, "I'm done talking. Go ahead, shoot me."

"Boss..." Endric Vinicius stared nervously.

He couldn't let this happen.

Iturbide represented the Academic Faction...

If you aspire to rule, this group cannot be touched. As for Victor?

He's a madman!

But clearly, Arturo Desena had snapped. He cursed before emptying the magazine toward Iturbide!

Iturbide's open eyes stared as his body collapsed heavily onto the ground. His glasses fell to the side, immediately stained with blood.

"Does anyone else disagree!"

Arturo Desena swept his bloodshot gaze over everyone, demanding sharply.

The people under his stare all hung their heads low.

"Then it's settled. Logistics, prepare everything. Cancel army leave, dismiss!"

Grim-faced, he pushed back his chair and left immediately.

But...

He failed to notice that no one followed him.

Endric Vinicius looked at Iturbide lying on the ground and shook his head. "Make sure to give him a proper burial."

As he spoke, he crouched down to close Iturbide's lifeless, staring eyes.

Sighing deeply, he left the meeting room.

After he too left...

The remaining ministers cautiously exchanged glances.

No one dared to speak, but a sense of shared sorrow lingered.

This was the fourth minister Arturo had killed!

Ever since falling out with Georgia from Gulf Group, the Southern Government had essentially... fractured internally.

The boss had grown increasingly paranoid.

Although Pablo, the Colombian madman, had ensured further conflict hadn't erupted, it was clear that both sides now avoided each other completely.

The trust was fully shattered after the Thailand incident.

Thus, the so-called north-south divide had evolved into a three-way deadlock!

Didn't Arturo Desena realize this situation was leading to disaster?

Precisely because he did, he felt impotent.

If he didn't take advantage of the current moment to hit Victor hard, should Victor emerge victorious in the US-Mexico war, then for the South...

It would spell a nightmare!

Victor would surely conquer the South completely in '92.

Returning to his office, Arturo Desena locked the door.

He retrieved a "Bible" from the drawer, within which was a phone number. He dialed it.

After two rings, someone answered.

"Hello, is this Mr. Pizza? Yes, I need your help. I'm looking for a batch of missiles, a big shipment."

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