Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 901 - 475: A Man of Insight Proves Outstanding!

Here's the translation:

Mexico is no longer a place he can survive in—not because the heavens don't allow it, but because Victor Tyrant doesn't allow it!

Arturo Desena could already smell despair in the air.

When he heard about the explosion in Chihuahua State, he knew the game was over.

The war between the Yanks and Victor is about to end soon, with pressure along the border rapidly decreasing. Similarly, troops can now be redirected to the Southern battlefield.

With one side rising as the other declines, the outcome has become glaringly obvious.

Run!

Once this thought entered Arturo Desena's mind, he couldn't shake it off!

He didn't feel embarrassed at all…

There's a Chinese saying: "A wise man submits to circumstances; as long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn. Money can be earned again, but if you lose your life…"

Then you're truly finished!

As for the nonsense he spouted at the meeting, like "We'll fight Victor to the end"—that was already forgotten, clean as a whistle.

Bottom lines can be flexible. People shouldn't be rigid; otherwise, they'll end up dead.

He pulled open his desk drawer, which was stuffed with documents. He buried his head rummaging through them; in every folder were a few anonymous checks—those were for running away.

Just like the old HK gangsters with their Rolexes, in emergencies, they could act as travel expenses.

Of course, that depends on whether your Rolex is real.

Knock, knock, knock—

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Arturo Desena's head shot up, his gaze sharp like a wounded, wary lone wolf. He saw Endric Vinicius pushing the door open and walking in.

Their eyes met…

The vicious glare forced Endric to lower his head. "Sir."

"What is it?" Arturo frowned, clearly displeased that the other man had entered without waiting for him to respond.

"The front-line troops… are beginning to surrender en masse!"

They couldn't hold on anymore…

The full-force firepower of the Second Army was nothing short of slaughter. A regiment of over 3,000 men would be wiped out in a single artillery barrage before even rotating defenses, completely obliterated.

In half a day—four or five hours—the Second Army had used sheer firepower and air superiority to crush three divisions of the Southern Alliance...

This battle was humiliatingly one-sided.

Utter annihilation…

"Our casualties are too severe; we need to replenish the troops."

Arturo froze, his brow furrowing. "What about the conscription points? No one signing up? Didn't I improve the enlistment benefits?"

Endric Vinicius inwardly scoffed—benefits?

You're paying soldiers barely a hundred US Dollars per month, and for disabled veterans, compensation was initial but got discontinued once injuries became widespread. As for pensions?

They weren't even enough to cover the embezzlement by higher-ups.

For that kind of money, who'd risk their lives?

The ones slow to flee were blown to pieces; the quick ones all surrendered!

"The civilians… aren't too keen on enlisting," Endric tried to phrase it tactfully.

Bang!

Arturo slammed the table and stood up, furious. "Outrageous! Do you think I'm doing this for myself? I'm trying to protect the South! If Victor marches in, they'll end up as slaves. Uncooperative? Round them up! Anyone over 18 gets conscripted!"

Forced conscription…?

Endric was so stunned he didn't even know how to respond.

Brother, are you serious with this?

Did you eat too much American food and get food poisoning or what?

He was just about to object, but one look at Arturo's stare made his own gaze shrink. The words in his throat were instantly swallowed back down.

The fear he felt toward Arturo still lingered, keeping him silent.

"Did you hear me!!!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Arturo snorted and waved dismissively; he didn't bother maintaining appearances anymore. Once Endric left, Arturo immediately started calling his confidants.

"Hey! Get the plane ready—we're pulling out. Take the key personnel from Los Zetas with us!"

"Where to?" Arturo originally thought of heading to Colombia to seek refuge with Pablo, but he didn't want to lower himself. While Pablo might be his godfather, he's also a drug trafficker. Could Arturo really not see through his scheming?

When Arturo becomes worthless, he's doomed to be devoured!

What—did you think Pablo built his empire out of charity?

He started out smuggling household appliances, hacking up unruly cops with machetes when necessary.

"Haiti!"

Arturo suddenly had a brilliant idea. That place was a textbook example of a lawless island. If he brought Los Zetas with him, they could easily seize territory by brute force and maybe even…

Overthrow the government and reclaim power. As for its abysmal security?

Could it really be worse than Mexico?

On the other end, Arturo's subordinate hesitated at the mention of Haiti. "Boss, Port-au-Prince Airport was bombed by gangs a couple of days ago. We'd have to take a boat."

???

Arturo paused in silence. "I don't care what you think—just make sure we can get there!"

"Understood!"

Meanwhile, standing outside the door, the Southern Government's "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Minister of Foreign Affairs," Endric Vinicius, tilted his ear to listen to the sounds inside. Though the room's soundproofing was decent and he couldn't hear clearly, he caught fragmented phrases like Haiti, plane, and so on.

He frowned and muttered to himself, "Could Arturo really be planning to run?"

The forced conscription technique alone seemed like a move incompatible with staying long-term in Mexico. Since when does a war resort to grabbing conscripts?

What do you think you are, Africa?

The man's reputation was already in tatters.

But it couldn't be, right?

The Mexican Army is still hundreds of kilometers away. Things are dire, but they shouldn't have reached the point where someone needs to bolt just yet.