Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 924 - 485: The Stars Will Shine Sooner or Later!_2

You can't even speak properly anymore. Do you even know what you're saying?

The moment everyone below heard the word "drugs," they gasped in shock.

Can you even say things like that?

Isn't it common knowledge that drug traffickers must be killed? Are you… stupid!

Sure enough, Lieutenant General Alexeyevich Brusilov was trembling with rage. He grabbed the big mobile phone from the table and hurled it, striking the man's face. The blow made him yell in pain as the Lieutenant General flipped the table and launched a kick.

"Drugs! Drugs! You're still collaborating with drug traffickers!"

"Ah! Ah!!"

The screams echoed incessantly, and no one dared step forward to help.

"Men, drag him out and execute him!"

After tiring himself out from the beating, Admiral Brusilov waved his hand, and the guards at the door stormed inside to grab Major Ox by the wrist.

"Don't… don't kill me, General, General, I've shed blood for Mexico; I've contributed to the country!" said Ox, dazed from the beating and hearing the sentence, as he screamed and sobbed, "I won't dare again, I won't ever dare again!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

What awaited him was Alexeyevich Brusilov pulling his gun and firing.

One to the head, two to the chest!

"You don't understand your mistake; you just know fear!"

He gritted his teeth. "Drag him out, and order the guard battalion to arrest Winston Montoya, the deputy commander of the 877th Division. Should he resist, execute him on the spot!"

…

Durango State's First Army, Guadalajara's Second Army, and even the Fifth Army fighting drug traffickers in the South began internal investigations. The Department of Defense and General Staff started stationing personnel within them.

Swift and decisive!

Cutting through with bold strokes!

No matter what background you have, you're done.

"It's shocking. In just seven days, four division-level officers, seventeen regiment-level officers, seven middle-state-level officials, seventy-six city-level officials, 169 county-level officials, and 678 ordinary officials were found guilty. Embezzled relief and condolence funds amount to 1.6 billion pesos, approximately 77 million US dollars." Casare held the report from below, each figure causing… cruelty?

Or perhaps, sorrow!

Mexico isn't fully liberated yet; how long has it even been since better days?

Humans are goddamn despicable.

This has already become the largest collective corruption case in the Republic of Mexico's history.

Victor smoked his cigarette, unusually composed. "Among them, who is the worst?"

"Let me check."

Casare meticulously reviewed the top cases. "Boss, Leonas City Mayor Kelleb Reed from New Leon State… cultivating 120 acres of drug crops and supporting a gang led by his cousin. His cousin engaged in drug trafficking, raping 12 people—among whom 11 died, and 1 ended up in a mental hospital. He even liked doing it in front of their husbands…"

"Kelleb Reed exploited his position to massively promote loan-sharking, ruining families and lives. Some sought justice in Mexico but were deliberately run over and killed under his orders…"

"He embezzled over 6 million pesos (about 2.8 million USD). He has 16 mistresses and purchased a plot of land to build a four-story apartment for them, equipped with maids and drivers."

"And he also…"

"Enough!"

Victor couldn't listen anymore, his expression twitching. "The law is still not cruel enough; the consequences are still not severe enough. Drug trafficking—government officials even cultivating drug crops. What is this? What kind of background does this person have?"

"Kelleb Reed's father was a former congressman of Durango State. When we carried out the liberation, his father and brother left for the Southern Alliance, while Reed stayed put, using his influence to stabilize the local political situation."

"Well, well, well. Another family playing both sides. Didn't we assign a secretary before? What happened? That person was bribed too?"

Casare felt ashamed upon hearing this.

"His secretary was broken down by sugar-coated bullets... taken to attend several grand events and seduced by some women. Photos were taken of him."

Young men…

Still no match for cunning old foxes!

You can safeguard against everything, but you can't keep your eyes open while sleeping.

"Approve the death sentence for Kelleb Reed and others. Also, we need to establish a background investigation department. Anyone related to criminals will be barred from taking public office, joining the military, or being hired by state-owned companies. We need to raise the cost of crime. I want to see if they care about their descendants if not themselves. This policy will temporarily apply for three generations."

Such measures, resembling collective punishment, are admittedly unpopular. But Mexico faces significant challenges—deep-rooted laziness and reckless ambitions yet to evolve.

"Any local official involved in drug dealings, trafficking, or gang-support should be executed directly. Embezzlers with serious amounts also face execution; lesser offenders will be sent to mines."

"Regarding the military…"

"Treat them strictly!"

"For every person caught and tried, news media must report it. We want the public to see our determination to clean house."

Victor could sense Casare's concerns. Taking a puff from his cigarette, he said, "A powerful nation is never destroyed externally but always implodes from internal chaos. How did the Soviet Union collapse?"

"Extreme wealth disparity?"

"Faith crumbled seriously?"

"These were reasons, yes. But the key was, they alienated the people. Everyone believed being a civil servant meant wealth and advancement. Everyone knew corruption was rampant, yet the government ignored it. Over time... they lost everything. We must protect the majority's interests and fairness. Even if a minority resists, they won't cause trouble."

"We're not afraid of struggles, but we must unite as much strength as possible."

Victor might lack governing experience but knows how to borrow ideas.

"Dragon Slaying Skills" is the second-best-selling book in Latin America after the "Bible."

"If you get the chance, read the 'Red Treasure Book.' It'll teach you more. Actually, all civil servants should receive a copy. The funding comes from the national treasury."

"Even if it's rote memorization, shove it into their brains."

Hearing about required reading, Casare's face twisted slightly. "Understood."

"Get to work. Ask the knowledgeable about anything unclear."

"We will never allow this nation, painstakingly reborn from ruins, to turn into paradise for capitalists and criminals. What we must do is provide the greatest refuge for the proletariat. We are now a republic, not a federal government!"

"What needs to be killed—kill. What needs to be confiscated—confiscate. Don't pay attention to the voices of Yanks or Europeans. On this North American land, we have the right to make our voices heard."

Victor stood up, firmly clapping Casare's shoulder. "Go ahead; don't be afraid. I'm behind you."

That hand seemed to inject immense strength into his body.

"I want ten years, twenty years, or thirty years to bring peace to this world. When the stars shine again, victory will belong to the people. Casare, we are young, and our ideals burn bright."

Fat Casare was fired up, nodding zealously.

"I'll follow you, boss."

That was enough.

…

Mexico's internal issues were known to the FBI…

Why not the CIA?

Because the CIA Director resigned...

The Mexican-born Melia Cruz, who succeeded the position, stepped down after protests over her heritage and controversial remarks. She voluntarily resigned after being embroiled in controversy.

Currently, the CIA has no leader, with several Deputy Directors vying for power.

Clinton doesn't want this dangerous agency back in play, pushing to let the FBI surveil Mexico like it might soon extend outward.

The CIA and Clinton are evidently not on friendly terms.

"Internal power struggle among them?"

In the White House, Clinton's eyes lit up upon reading the report. "Does this mean we can make some moves inside? It appears not everyone supports Victor."

"My recommendation is not to act just yet…" The newly appointed Chief of Staff began, but stopped when there was a knock at the door.

Clinton frowned. "Come in."

His secretary rushed in, visibly uncomfortable. "Sir, Angel Urenia… is outside the White House again."

The President's face darkened.

"F***! What does he want now? I didn't throw him in prison, isn't that leniency enough? Send him packing and give him $2,000 to get lost!"

Post-US-Mexico negotiations, former Chief of Staff Angel Urenia became the scapegoat.

Clinton had him dismissed, leaving his family vulnerable to retaliation from extreme white organizations. The Aryan Brotherhood openly vowed to execute him.

"Get out!"

The secretary hurriedly retreated with her head lowered.

Clinton's gaze grew sinister.

Angel Urenia cannot be allowed to live any longer. This man is way too oblivious to reality!

Why can't you go die on your own?!

Find someone to kill him!!

…

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