Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 486 The stars will shine sooner or later!

"let me go!"

"let me go!!"

Vasily struggled hard, his eyes were red and swollen, and his whole face was bruised and purple. It was obvious that... he had been taken care of a lot.

Wearing shackles and handcuffs, the Internal Affairs Bureau members around him dragged him toward the "Sonora Liberation Cemetery" on the top of the mountain.

Perhaps he sensed something, Vasily's pupils condensed, and he struggled more and more, even his voice trembled...

"Kill me, right now, kill me!"

"Vasily, look! Who is that!" Standing behind him was Deputy Chief of Staff Eduard Fritz Blomberg, who pointed at the Alvarez statue in the distance and shouted.

Vasily raised his head subconsciously, and he looked at the sculpture, then quickly looked away, his lips trembling.

Edward Fritz Blomberg went up and grabbed his head, "I'll show you him!"

The other person struggled, but the strength of your neck could not resist your hands. He twisted it over in an instant, held his head down, and made him stare at him. "Do you remember who he is?"

"Do you remember Alvarez?"

"Do you remember the scene where he fought bloody battles in the industrial area?"

"Do you remember his determination to reshape Mexico?"

Vasily's psychological defenses were collapsing. He opened his mouth and tears instantly flowed down. He bit his lips and blood seeped out from between his gums.

"You betrayed him, you betrayed the 377 comrades who died in battle, you betrayed your beliefs, and you betrayed Mexico!"

"I don't!"

Vasily screamed, "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't..."

But the sound became smaller and smaller, until finally, he had no confidence left and knelt on the ground, opening his mouth and shaking his head vigorously.

Blomberg's face darkened. "When the cemetery was built, you came here almost every month. Even when military affairs were very busy, you would come to talk with your comrades. But then...how long have you not been here? What are you afraid of? Aren't you afraid of being speechless when you see Alvarez?"

Murder and kill!
You can see someone nearby carrying a camera, broadcasting these scenes. In San Diego, Guadalajara, Mexico City, and on the front lines of the southern anti-drug battlefield, regimental-level cadres sat upright and watched with different expressions.

Eduard Fritz Blomberg's angry question hit the other person's heart like a hammer.

"According to the instructions of the Supreme Leader, the punishment is hammer punishment!"

"Prepare for execution!"

A strong man from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who was in charge of executions came over with a hammer. A little blood could be vaguely seen on the hammer. It was obvious... countless people had died under it!
In fact, it is true. Generally speaking, problems that are solved internally will be very "decent", especially those who have made contributions. If it is really the death penalty, such "extreme" methods as hammer punishment will not be used.

This is called "unspoken rules".

Who were the people who were hammered?

Drug dealers, human traffickers, serial killers, etc.

Vasily is destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame...

"and many more!"

Vasily, who had been kneeling on the ground and resigned to his fate, suddenly raised his head and looked at Blomberg desperately and pleadingly, "Sir, can you bury me here..."

"You deserve it!"

"Stop talking nonsense and execute me!"

The burly man standing behind him raised his hammer.

"Ah--!!"

He smashed it down hard, and saw the head explode like a balloon, with bone fragments, blood, and all kinds of flesh splattering everywhere, and a lot of it got into the mouths of others.

Edward Fritz Blomberg's eyelids twitched, and he wiped the bone residue from the corner of his mouth without any expression, and said in a cold voice, "This is the result of betrayal. No termites are allowed to appear in the army. Now we order those with problems to surrender to the military voluntarily. If the Internal Affairs Bureau comes to our door..."

The officers who were watching the live broadcast saw a deputy army commander being beaten to death. Many of those who had guilty consciences trembled and wiped away the cold sweat.

With a click, the live broadcast turned black and closed.

At the Chilpancingo Barracks in Guerrero State, the Third Army Commander Alexievich Brusilov had a gloomy face. He slowly stood up and turned his head. “As you can see, the general is very angry. The consequences are serious. Anyone with problems should confess. I can use my reputation to ask for a way out for you. If…”

The cadres below looked at each other and said nothing.

Lieutenant General Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus narrowed his eyes and started to play the bad guy. He gestured to the secretary at the door, who nodded quickly and carried in a large cardboard box.

"These are all the letters of complaint we received in the past four months, as well as the military's investigation reports. At that time, we thought of not dealing with the provocation of the US military, but that doesn't mean we should turn a blind eye!"

As he said this he slammed the envelope in his hand onto the table.

The people below jumped at the sound.

"I...I turn myself in."

Finally, someone couldn't help but raise his hand, and his voice was trembling. It was a lieutenant colonel. Looking at the fact that he was sitting in the front rows, one could tell that he had considerable power.

"Oaks, tell everyone what you did!" the chief of staff shouted.

"I once accepted $10 from the Ardillos Gang..."

"Humph, you are the director of the External Liaison Department of the military, but you are cooperating with the gang. Do you think your head is too comfortable on your head and want to be chopped off and used as a chamber pot?"

The other party's face suddenly changed.

"Commander, I... I confess, I report that it was Division Commander Winston Montoya who wanted to buy drugs, and I was just helping him get involved..."

I can't even speak clearly, I don't even know what I'm saying.

When the people below heard the word "drugs", they immediately gasped.

Can you say that?

Everyone knows that drug dealers must be killed. You... are stupid!
Sure enough, Army Commander Alexeyevich Brusilov was shaking with anger. He grabbed the mobile phone on the table and smashed it at the opponent, hitting him in the face. He screamed in pain, then he flipped over the table and kicked him.

"Drugs! Drugs! You're working with drug dealers!"

“Ah! Ah!!”

The screams were endless, but no one dared to help.

"Someone, take him away and shoot him!"

After they were tired of fighting, General Alexievich Brusilov waved his hand and said that the guard at the door rushed in and grabbed Lieutenant Colonel Oaks' hand.

"Don't... don't kill me, Commander, I shed blood for Mexico, Commander, I have served the country!" Oaks, who was dizzy from the beating, screamed and cried when he heard that the other party wanted to kill him, "I won't dare to do it again, I won't dare to do it again!"

Bang bang bang!
What greeted him was Alexievich drawing his gun and shooting.

One shot to the head, two shots to the chest!

"You don't know you're wrong, you just feel scared!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Drag him out. Order the guard battalion to go to the 877th Division to arrest the deputy division commander Winston Montoya. Anyone who dares to resist will be shot on the spot!"

...

The First Army of Durango State, the Second Army of Guadalajara City, and even the Fifth Army that was beating up drug dealers in the south, all began self-inspections, with staff from the Ministry of National Defense and the General Staff involved.

Resolutely!

No matter what your background is, we will do it for you.

"It's shocking. In just seven days, four division-level cadres, 4 regiment-level cadres, seven local state-level cadres, 17 city-level cadres, 7 county-level cadres, and 76 ordinary cadres embezzled pensions and condolence payments totaling 169 million pesos, or about 678 million U.S. dollars." Casare was holding the documents sent from below, and every number sounded a little... cruel?
Or rather, sadness!

Mexico has not yet been completely liberated. How long will these good days last?

People are so fucking mean.

This is already the largest collective corruption case in the Republic of Mexico.

Victor smoked a cigarette but remained calm. "Who is the most serious?"

"Let me see."

Casare looked at several big tigers carefully. "Boss, Caleb Reed, the mayor of Leonas City, New Leona State... planted 120 acres of drug strains and supported a gangster, who was his cousin, smuggling drugs and bullying men and women. His cousin raped 12 people, 11 of whom died and 1 was admitted to a mental hospital. He also liked to be their husband..."

"Caleb Reed took advantage of his position to engage in usury, causing the family to be broken up and the people to die. Some people even wanted to come to Mexico to file a complaint, but were killed by his commanders..."

"He embezzled more than 600 million pesos (about 280 million U.S. dollars). He had 16 mistresses. He bought a piece of land and built a four-story building to accommodate them. He also provided a nanny and a driver."

"He also..."

"okay!"

Victor couldn't bear to listen any longer, his eyes twitched slightly, "The law is still not cruel enough, the consequences are still not severe enough, drug trafficking, officials are even planting drug strains, what is this? What's this person's background!"

"Caleb Reed's father was a former congressman from Durango State. When we liberated the country, his father and his brother went to the Southern Confederacy, but Caleb stayed behind and used his influence to help stabilize the local political situation."

"Okay, okay, another family that serves dishes separately. Didn't we send a secretary before? How come he was also bribed?"

Casare felt a little ashamed when he heard this.

"His secretary was beaten with a sugar-coated bullet... and was taken away by Caleb to the business K for a few big scenes. Then he was seduced by several women and the photos were taken."

young people…

I still can’t beat the old hand!

No matter how careful you are, you can't sleep with your eyes open.

"Approve the death penalty for Caleb Reed and others. Also, we need to set up a background check department to prevent the children of any criminal from taking civil service exams, joining the military, or being employed by state-owned enterprises. We need to increase the cost of crime. I want to see if they consider themselves or their descendants. Temporarily, this will be limited to three generations."

This kind of collective responsibility system is not friendly, but Mexico has a large population, and many people have not yet changed their old ideas of laziness and are still thinking about taking risks.

"Local officials involved in drug trafficking, smuggling, trafficking, and supporting gangs will be shot directly. Corruption criminals with serious embezzlement will be shot, and those with less serious embezzlement will be sent to mine."

"The military..."

"Severe punishment!"

"Every time someone is arrested and tried, it will be reported to the news media. We want the public to see our determination to clean up the internal situation."

Victor could also see Casare's worry. He took a puff of cigarette and said, "A strong country is never destroyed by external forces, but by its own internal chaos. How did the Soviet Union die?"

“Is the gap between the rich and the poor too big?”

"Is the faith seriously collapsed?"

"These are all reasons. The most important thing is that they pushed the people to the opposite side. Everyone thinks that being a civil servant will lead to promotion and wealth. Everyone knows about corruption, but the government doesn't care. Slowly... they will lose everything. We must ensure the interests and fairness of the majority of people. Even if a small number of people make trouble, they will not cause any trouble."

Victor certainly has no experience in governing, but can't he copy???

There is a book that is second only to the Bible in sales in Latin America.

"If you have a chance to read the famous sayings, it will help you understand more. No, all civil servants should be equipped with a copy, and the money will come from the national treasury."

"Even if it's rote memorization, you have to cram it into my brain."

When he heard about reading, Casare's face turned into a mess, "I understand."

"Go and get busy. If you don't understand something, ask someone who knows."

"We will never allow this country, which has finally risen from the ruins, to become a paradise for capitalists and criminals. What we need to do is to provide the greatest harbor for the proletariat. We are now a republic, not a federal government!"

"We should kill those who deserve to be killed, and confiscate those who deserve to be confiscated. We don't need to listen to the voices of the Americans and Europe. On this land of North America, we have the right to make our voices heard."

Victor stood up and patted Casare's shoulder vigorously, "Go ahead and do it. Don't be afraid. I'm behind you."

This palm seemed to inject millions of pounds of strength into his body.

"I will use ten, twenty, thirty years to bring peace to the world. When the stars shine again, victory belongs to the people. Casare, we are young and our ideals are burning."

Fatty Ka's blood boiled and he nodded vigorously.

"I'll follow you, Boss."

That's enough.

...

The FBI is also aware of the problems within Mexico...

Why not contact the CIA?

Because the director of the CIA resigned...

The Mexican successor, Melia Cruz, resigned after being protested against because of her identity and making some negative remarks.

The CIA has no boss now, and several deputy directors are still competing for the position.

But Clinton didn't want to release this dangerous organization, so he asked the FBI to keep an eye on Mexico, and it seemed that he wanted to release the FBI as well.

The relationship between the CIA and Clinton was therefore not very friendly.

"They are... fighting among themselves?"

In the White House, Clinton's eyes lit up when he saw the report. "Then can we do something about it? It seems that not everyone supports Victor."

"My suggestion is that it's better not to do it now..." The new chief of staff next to him just started to speak when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Clinton frowned, "Come in."

Then the secretary ran in with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, "Sir, Mr. Angel Ureña... is outside the White House again."

The President of the United States' face darkened.

"Fuck! What is he going to do when he falls to the ground? I'm lucky I didn't throw him in jail. I told him to get out of here, gave him $2000 and let him go!"

After the US-Mexico negotiations, Chief of Staff Angel Ureña was ultimately made a scapegoat.

He was directly dismissed from office after Clinton withdrew, his family was retaliated against by some extreme white organizations, and the Aryan Brotherhood openly wanted to execute him.

"Get out!"

The secretary lowered his head and ran out.

Clinton's eyes darkened.

We can’t let Angel Ureña live any longer. This guy is so ignorant!
Can't you just die on your own?!

Find someone to kill him!!
...

(End of this chapter)