Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 919 - 482:

But at the same time, not far away, there were more than a dozen street roamers standing with their arms crossed, watching.

"Boss, what are these soldiers doing? Could it be a rebellion?!"

The leader was a big Black man, tall and broad, chewing… betel nut?

"Rebellion? With just this number of people? Let me tell you, Mexico's armed forces now exceed 500,000, including reserves and police. With just a few hundred people who haven't even left Coahuila State, they'd get crushed. I bet it's the city hall folks who pissed off the soldiers. Those who carry weapons won't waste time playing reason games with pen-pushers."

This analysis made his underlings admire him even more.

"Boss, you really know a lot."

"Heh heh, how many times have I told you guys? Drink more hot water, read the newspaper, eat fewer snacks, and get more sleep. Knowledge doesn't just fall into your lap, unless you're waiting for it to knock on your door?"

"Boss…"

At that moment, one of his underlings spoke timidly.

"What is it?!"

The boss, still immersed in his speech, turned his head in annoyance, only to see his underling staring wide-eyed in terror, trembling as he raised his hand.

Following the direction he pointed…

Two Humvees were driving straight toward them. The soldiers standing on top were pulling the bolt on their heavy machine guns.

"Run!!"

The boss let out a shrill scream and bolted. Black men apparently had genes similar to Koreans––they ran incredibly fast.

Rat-a-tat-tat… rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Bullets swept across the gang members. Felix was in a foul mood; instead of hiding, they stood there watching the commotion. Aren't they just asking for trouble, like carrying a lantern into a toilet—to look for crap?

Felix led his men into the mayor's office and kicked the door open without any courtesy. What unfolded before him was shocking…

The mayor and a woman were hurriedly tidying their clothes?

"Good, good, good!!"

"Never thought I'd witness a spectacle like this today. Arrest them both!"

The soldiers behind him charged forward like wolves and pinned the mayor down, cuffing him and dragging him outside to the open space.

Meanwhile, people from other offices were also being dragged out one after another.

"What are you doing? I'm the mayor of the Mexican Government! This is rebellion! This is insurr—"

Felix delivered two slaps to the mayor's face and yanked his hair. "You still know you're the mayor? I thought you were a Japanese male actor! Is this how you contribute to the city?"

The soldiers were strong, and half his face swelled up immediately. His teeth shattered, his mouth filled with blood.

"I'm here for one thing today: Who's in charge of military pensions and resettlement?"

Felix shouted among the government workers, his gaze as sharp as a hunter's. Everyone he looked at trembled and crouched down in terror, hanging their heads low.

"No one responsible?"

He squinted his eyes, his tone growing colder.

"Ge—General, it's Deputy Mayor Oakley who oversees finance," one man finally couldn't withstand the pressure and raised his hand to answer.

"Where is he?"

"That bald guy over there!"

Felix waved his hand, and the soldiers rushed forward to drag Oakley over. The man was so terrified he wet himself, leaving a long damp trail on the floor, and the air reeked of urine.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me… I'll pay, I'll pay! 200,000 US dollars, no, no, 1 million US dollars!"

"You have a lot of money, huh?"

Deputy Mayor Oakley sobbed, "I'll give it all to you, just don't kill me."

"You have a lot of money, huh!!!"

Felix kicked him hard, forcing him to kneel. Felix grabbed his hair with his left hand, while his right hand struck his nose repeatedly, shattering the bone…

"Who allowed you to embezzle the pensions of fallen soldiers?"

"You dared touch the army's money? Was your mother missing a conscience when she gave birth to you and only birthed guts like a dog?"

Well damn…

The mayor, squatting on the ground, suddenly raised his head upon hearing this. Damn it!

This bastard is the one who brought the soldiers here!

I was just bending some rules, but you, looking all human-like on the surface, actually reached for the pension funds?

Everyone present glared at him with anger!

A fool in office, are you?!

"No, no, no…" The deputy mayor shook his head frantically, his tone pleading.

"Beat him!"

"Beat him to death, and I'll take the blame!"

"For scum like this, don't hold back."

Felix waved his hand, and the soldiers rushed forward, punching, kicking, smashing him brutally with rifle butts. The miserable screams sent shivers down one's spine.

In broad daylight, they actually beat a deputy mayor to death!

Right there, out in the open, alive…

"Let me tell you, the old days are over. That doesn't mean we in the military are pushovers. This is merely the beginning, not the end. Greed? Let's see if you can have the life to steal but not spend it!"

The news of Felix killing the deputy mayor reached the capital, Saltio, where the 337th Division Headquarters was stationed, and several regimental commanders had gathered for a meeting.

During the meeting…

A division staff officer rushed into the meeting room, shouting, "Commander, we have a problem!"

Ludwig Becker, who had been promoted from the 16th Regiment of the Third Army to the position of 337th Division Commander in the Fourth Army, frowned. "What's the panic? Has the United States invaded? Stand straight and speak calmly!"

"Major Felix from Battalion A of the 857th Regiment shot and killed his deputy commander and has led armed forces to surround city hall…"

"What!!"

The regimental commanders sitting below him stood up in shock, their faces stunned.

I've only been away for a moment, and now this?!

Ludwig Becker slammed the table. "Anarchy! Anarchy! This is armed rebellion…"

"Cough, cough, cough…" The deputy division commander coughed and tugged at Ludwig's sleeve. Becker frowned and looked at him, while the deputy stood up, leaning close to Ludwig's ear, covering his mouth. "Felix is Casare's younger brother. There's definitely more to the story here."

No wonder the name sounded so familiar earlier!

Ludwig Becker remembered. During the war, Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock had called him specifically and asked him to look after a certain Major Felix.

That connection was deep, with far-reaching influence.

At the time, he thought Felix might just be a spoiled rich kid getting his resume polished, but later the battle had gotten chaotic, and by the next time he heard Felix's name, Felix had received a military commendation as a battle hero.

1,100 versus 4,500 troops, holding the line for six hours under incendiary bombs, heavy artillery, and airstrikes until reinforcements arrived.

After the battle, when Ludwig called Chief of Staff Fedor to inquire about Felix's background, Fedor had plainly mentioned Casare's name.

In Mexico…

Aside from generals, the Gonzalez family held unparalleled sway.

"What exactly happened?" Ludwig Becker turned to the staff officer.

"It seems… it seems…"

"Speak clearly! Does the military academy teach you to use vague words like 'it seems' or 'maybe'?!"

"Major Felix's bodyguard's pension was embezzled. Out of the 500,000 promised, less than 150,000 reached the family…"

The entire 337th Division meeting room fell silent.

The regimental commanders stared wide-eyed in shock.

Even the seasoned combat veteran Ludwig Becker momentarily froze…

"Good, good, good!!!"

With wrathful laughter, he barked at the room, everyone trembling as they saw the commander's face filled with fury. "I never imagined there's someone under my command drinking soldiers' blood!"

"This is a slap in my face, an insult to the honor of the 337th Division!" Becker smacked his face forcefully, shouting angrily.

Ludwig Becker hurled his teacup against the ground, splashing water on the faces of all the officers present, yet none dared to move.

"Get out! Go investigate yourselves. Anyone found embezzling soldiers' funds, arrest them immediately. Whoever protects them, I'll execute personally! The 337th Division's disciplinary department will also intervene. If I catch anyone…"

His piercing gaze swept across the room, his eyes bloodshot, giving off an almost maniacal vibe. On the battlefield, he was known for his aggressive demeanor.

"I'll strap them to a shell and blast them into the sky!"

"Do you hear me?!"

"Yes, Commander!"

"Get lost!"

Once all the officers left, Ludwig Becker sat in his chair, his expression dark.

"Commander, I think this matter needs to be reported to military headquarters, and quickly!"

"Felix's brother is Casare. He has surely communicated this to him, and maybe even to the General. If the Fourth Army fails to handle this properly, the General might… become displeased."

The deputy commander lowered his voice and suggested.

"Rumor has it that preparations are underway to establish four major war zones, and the positions of their commanders haven't been finalized yet. If we perform well here, the Army Commander might rise further, and we could also benefit."

Ludwig Becker's eyes lit up instantly.

"I'll personally oversee the operation!"

"Make a strike on the 337th Division. Catch one, kill one!"

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