Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 957 - 499: It has been 3 years so far, just like 3 cycles of autumn leaves falling!

Commander Gang Se Lute Yan Si feared further incidents, ordering the 221st Regiment to be stationed in Mérida!

The disheartened drug traffickers, seeing Anatoly Magellan surrender, only cursed a few times and then ran for their lives!

The wolves of the North have arrived!

Except for some diehards still resisting stubbornly, sporadic gunshots rang out, but the overall situation transitioned smoothly.

Military vehicles with loudspeakers drove through the streets, sounding with their beep-beep-beep noises.

"Put down your weapons and surrender, no one is allowed to leave their rooms, violators will be treated as drug traffickers!"

The citizens, already awakened, leaned by their windows, watching with horror and unease as the military vehicles passed beneath.

"Penia, quick, come help me." The shirtless, bearded man in the bedroom shouted loudly, and a beautiful young woman ran in just in time to see him standing on the bed, pulling down a green box from above the cupboard.

"What's in here?" Penia asked hastily.

"Life-saving stuff!"

The woman gasped and grabbed hold of him, "You... what are you going to do?"

The boyfriend paused, seeing the nervous look on her face, and nearly laughed, "What do you think I'm going to do? Fight the Government Forces? Don't be ridiculous."

As he spoke, he pulled out a prepared flag from the box…

"Hang it up, and this too." The man retrieved an item from the box's lining, "This is a secret weapon I got from Chinatown; those Chinese people said that pasting this up would ensure anyone who recognizes Chinese characters would protect us."

"Use them to cover the tattoos."

The two busied themselves, sticking the covers over their exposed tattoos, which read: Serve the country loyally!

Pure Chinese characters…

Meanwhile, the butterfly tattoo on the woman's neck said: Daddy, don't hit me.

Hmm…

The Chinese always come up with some quirky ideas.

"And take this photo and hang it on the wall." The man once more pulled out Victor's portrait from the box.

"From now on, we're good citizens!"

It looked quite comical.

But these are the survival tactics of the small people…

Though there were no reports of Government Forces engaging in bullying, kidnapping, extortion, or smuggling (currently, the Mexican Army is doing so in reality.)

But it's never wrong to be a polite local.

Meanwhile, Gang Se Lute Yan Si led the guard battalion straight to the city hall; after getting off the vehicle, soldiers swiftly occupied their positions, and he strode towards the mayor's office.

When the door swung open, a defeated figure sat in the chair, surrounded by four or five soldiers watching him intently.

What were they afraid of?

Afraid he'd jump out the window!

When Anatoly Magellan realized he'd been "held hostage" and "threatened" by a squad of people, he felt immense regret, almost capable of resisting if it weren't for the slight proximity.

What proximity?

As long as the gun muzzle wasn't that close.

Upon hearing the commotion at the door, he slowly lifted his head and saw a Colonel walking in, with a tense expression but bearing authority!

Anatoly Magellan rubbed his face, knowing the main course had arrived. He adjusted his clothes and stood up, looking at the opposing side, "I have surrendered, I hope you treat me well."

Gang Se Lute Yan Si was taken aback, exchanged a glance with the accompanying military advisor, and laughed, others followed with loud laughter.

This greatly displeased Anatoly Magellan, feeling mocked.

"I hope you treat others like a gentleman."

"Are you surrendering? You're captured, Mr. Mayor." Gang Se Lute Yan Si walked over, reached out, and patted his cheek, this humiliation thoroughly unhinged the latter, pushing him forcefully.

"Are you… resisting?" Gang Se Lute Yan Si's eyes shone!

The soldiers nearby instantly became fierce.

Anatoly Magellan instantly felt his scalp tingle, hastily waving his hands, "No, no, no, I'm not… I didn't mean it."

"Send him off with dignity."

The guards, fierce as wolves, rushed forward, lifted him up in one go, one grabbing his head, the other pulling his feet, and flung him out the window amid his heart-wrenching cries.

Bang!!!

The ground seemed to tremble a bit.

Clearly, he had been eating well.

"I heard the Magellan Family was slaughtered by rogue soldiers, is this true?" Gang Se Lute Yan Si asked the guard battalion commander, who squinted, "Yes, General!"

"Good! Take the men and kill the bandits!"

"Yes!"

"First and second company, follow me." The guard battalion commander shouted loudly.

Gang Se Lute Yan Si shook his head, "The security in Mérida is really poor."

The accompanying military advisor seemed quite relaxed, knowing they had already decided upon arrival to wipe out the Magellan Family.

The new government does not need old families, or rather, if needed, they should be internal interest groups. Enjoying prosperity for hundreds of years is already quite good.

What is an interest group that has taken root locally for hundreds of years?

Let's put it this way…

World history can be referenced by ancient China, even as an Emperor, you sometimes had to bow to the influential families because they controlled education, and stepping into the new era, they controlled finance, which Victor certainly couldn't allow…

Leaving the Magellan Family intact, even without giving them power, would allow them to leverage their connections and wealth to control Mérida in another way shortly.

A fat pig must behave like a fat pig.

A businessman must act like a businessman, you're allowed to make money, but you're not allowed to touch politics.

He's not calling it a Federation anymore, centralizing power; do you think he would still care about capitalists?