Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 631 They all have to die!!!
Thump thump thump~!

Rapid footsteps echoed through the National Palace, where employees witnessed a shocking scene.

All the busy ministers, deputy ministers and other high-ranking officials rushed over.

Sometimes, before one car has even parked properly, another car comes up behind it.

And what's most unsettling is...

The Mexican garrison deployed a regiment to isolate the National Palace from the outside world, and the internal security team ordered all employees to stay in their offices and not to go out.

"Why? I need to use the restroom!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses asked nervously in the second-floor office.

"That's an order," the soldier replied meticulously.

“I am the director of the National Palace’s Office of Education, Science and Culture…” The man was still trying to play the identity card, but he was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth. “Sir, please do not obstruct me. If you have any questions, you can contact my superior.”

Seeing that he wouldn't budge despite being persuaded, the director had no choice but to sit back down in his office, but his unease was gradually growing.

About four or five minutes later, four or five people in white coats came in, carrying rapid testing equipment. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be conducting drug tests on you."

! ! ! !
"Why didn't I receive a notification?" the director asked in a panic.

The other employees said they didn't care, but they were curious about their boss's somewhat flustered appearance. What was wrong with the drug test?

Could it be that...?

Smart people have already started thinking.

And in the top-floor office of the National Palace.

Casare sat with a serious expression, and Kuukmote next to him also frowned. The ministers below also noticed that something was wrong. In the past, when the prime minister held meetings, he would greet his old friends with a smile and a gentle tone.

but now…

The oppressive atmosphere made one feel itchy all over.

"The leader has arrived!"

The guards outside shouted.

Casare stood up with a whoosh, as if he had a spring installed in his buttocks, and only after he was standing did the others follow.

Viktor, dressed in military uniform, walked in with a stern face. The people below applauded, but they felt a chill in their hearts. The Führer hadn't worn a military uniform in a long time, but every time he did, it meant that someone was about to suffer!
"Is anyone missing?"

"The Vice Minister of Finance is sick, the Director of the Social Security Bureau of the Ministry of Civil Affairs is on leave, and..." Casare hadn't finished speaking when Victor slammed his hand on the table, thud—

The teacup on the table fell to the ground.

"Is he really sick or is he faking it? Have the Ministry of Internal Affairs investigate thoroughly."

Casare responded forcefully.

Viktor glanced at the upright-sitting crowd below, his face darkening. "Now that we're living well, many people have forgotten how we climbed our way up to this point!"

"Many people have forgotten their original aspirations!"

"Perhaps you don't know what I'm talking about, so let me tell you, according to our intelligence, there are people here doing drugs!!"

After these words, there was an eerie silence in the room. Everyone's expressions changed visibly, but discipline kept them sitting quietly, none of them daring to whisper to each other. However, Viktor, who was standing above, still saw several people looking flustered.

"Let them in," he said to Casare, who then hurriedly ran down and brought in the testing personnel who were already waiting outside.

"Now, everyone sits quietly, being examined by professionals."

It's rather insulting to say, but who dares to stand up and question Viktor?

The testing personnel provide one-on-one service, and they are very quick; all you need to do is draw blood and test it on a test strip.

Viktor leaned back slightly, lit a cigarette, and sat quietly.

This test strip is very fast, only about two minutes...

"here!"

One of the inspectors raised his hand and shouted, and then everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.

“Zarawi of the Ministry of Information and Public Affairs,” Casare said softly.

"Impossible, impossible, this test strip is wrong, I didn't do drugs, I didn't do drugs." The other person stood up agitatedly and even tried to grab the test strip, but was held down by the security personnel who had been watching him and pressed to the ground.

"Drag him away," Casare waved his hand.

"I'm innocent! I'm innocent!" the other person cried out twice before being covered in the mouth and dragged away.

Others with guilty consciences broke out in a cold sweat.

"here!"

"here!"

"here!"

One after another, the testing personnel raised their hands. Viktor's face was very ugly, as was Casare's; they were both so gloomy they could drip water. President Kuukmote was expressionless, but his right eye kept twitching, showing that he was not so calm inside.

The entire test was completed after half an hour.

More than a dozen people were taken away from the large conference room that originally held sixty or seventy people!

One in six people are using drugs?
This is absolutely outrageous!

"Disgrace! Disgrace!" Viktor uttered these five words and left without looking back, expressing his deep disappointment.

But that's how leaders are; the fewer they say, the more resolute their attitude, indicating that something is very serious.

Sure enough, after he left, Casare spoke up:

"Starting today, we will conduct a three-month internal rectification campaign, especially targeting certain individuals whose political defenses have weakened, whose ideals and beliefs have collapsed, and who have lost all fighting spirit. Do they think they can relax now? Such people must be severely punished!"

"In addition, any drug user will be subject to a re-examination. If drug use is found, they will be severely punished. Regardless of their status or position, anyone who harbors others to use drugs, organizes drug use, or sells drugs will be executed by firing squad!"

"Those who simply use drugs will be dismissed from their official positions and expelled from the Party, and will be imprisoned in the Chihuahua Desert Prison without parole. Civil servants will be punished severely, swiftly and strictly. If any of their subordinates use drugs, their directly affiliated units will not be allowed to receive any awards or commendations for that year, their year-end bonuses will be halved, and their directly affiliated leaders will have their year-end bonuses canceled."

"Revoke any subsidies and benefits for families of drug addicts!"

"A notice should be issued to everyone, the entire army, the entire Party, and the entire nation!"

With each statement Casare made, the faces of those below darkened.

He was hoarse from talking, and seeing their heads hanging low, he softened his tone, "Close the door, let's talk about what's on our minds."

The official next to him quickly locked the door, then crossed his arms on the table and sat up straight like a primary school student.

“We all know how we conquered Mexico. The drug cartels are still lining up to be reborn, and you’re all rushing up here to die. Do you think the leader doesn’t feel bad?”

"We were all brothers who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but what about now!"

"Has the pursuit of material rights for women made you forget your original intentions?"

"Don't forget what you used to do. Back then, you were so poor you were practically selling your underwear. If it weren't for the Führer leading the people to defeat the drug dealers, you'd all still be working like slaves for them."

"This matter is very serious, extremely serious. It's so serious that it's undermining the foundation of Mexico. According to the instructions, a civil service anti-drug and anti-organized crime office will be established from now on, with me as the team leader and the president as the deputy team leader. The head of state said three months, but I don't agree. I think it should take three years, thirty years. Whoever uses drugs will be targeted."

"Do you have any opinions?"

"No!" everyone shouted in unison.

Casare's expression softened slightly. "I doubt any of you are missing. Meeting adjourned. Go back and check which people in your departments are missing. Don't you feel ashamed?"

He glared at them and then left.

The ministers stared at each other, and one of them couldn't help but complain, "How did the head of state find out about this? It must be because those NKVD members have such sharp noses."

"enough!"

Mexican Police Minister Robert Bill had a dark face. He's been incredibly busy lately, and now this ridiculous mess has come up, giving him a real headache!
Hearing this, he couldn't help but scold, "If they weren't from the Internal Affairs Bureau, what, would these drug addicts be planning to retire here?"

"Well done, Internal Affairs Bureau!"

"I don't want my men to be executed while you all kneel on the ground with your hands behind your backs, go back and investigate properly. Don't try to hide anything; the Internal Affairs Bureau is everywhere."

Robert Bill didn't seem inclined to stay there after he finished speaking. He went back with a grim expression. He needed to have a good talk with his deputy director. It was better to conduct a self-investigation first than to be discovered by the national authorities later.

He scolded them like that, but no one dared to say a word.

There are also gaps between ministers.

The Minister of Police is an institution of violence!
"Let's call it a day, let's call it a day. Robert's right. Everyone should go back and investigate properly. Damn it, losing our year-end bonuses is a small matter, but the shame will be publicized nationwide." Someone sighed.

What can be done? Nobody could have imagined that someone would actually use drugs.

When they went outside, they saw more than a dozen vehicles parked outside, with many people standing dejectedly behind them.

"So many people!" Even the well-informed ministers were dumbfounded.

As people ascended the floors of the National Palace, many others watched in astonishment at the scene unfolding before them.

In one of the offices, several heads popped out and pointed at the people below, but they were also a little uncomfortable, since most of them were people they knew.

A female office worker holding a teacup shook her head and sighed, "Don't you think those people who get involved with drugs are crazy? Why would they choose to jump into a fire pit when they could live a perfectly good life? They must have had their brains slammed in a door!"

My colleague next to me said, "That's right. I called my parents the other day and heard about so-and-so from our hometown. Back in the old Mexico era, he was dirt poor but never did drugs. But then the government gave him subsidies and even approved a pig for his family. You know what happened? He sold his piglets and used the money to buy drugs. Ever since he got hooked on that stuff, his family has almost been ruined. His parents were crying and begging him to come back, but he was even willing to sell the old house his ancestors left him to buy drugs. Is that even human? His dad beat him to death with a stick. It's so sad and pathetic!"

The female employee was startled by what she heard, but then she laughed self-deprecatingly, thinking, "What haven't I seen?"

Drugs are a bottomless pit. Once you get hooked, not only do you ruin yourself, but your whole family suffers. What are they after? A moment of thrill? Behind that thrill lies an abyss. How many people have had their families torn apart and lives destroyed because of this stuff? Don't they see that?
Most importantly, have you ever seen a drug dealer who also uses drugs? Of course, but not often.

If this thing is good, you could kowtow until you die and still not get it.

My colleague finished his water, crumpled the disposable paper cup into a ball, and gritted his teeth. "I think they've been blinded by greed. All they can think about is that stupid drug. Think about it, drug addicts turn people into monsters, their bodies are hollowed out, and their minds are all messed up. They're a nuisance on the street. One of my childhood friends got addicted to drugs and ended up alone in a rented room. He ruined himself. He was only in his early thirties. What a pity. He was such a good student..."

"That's a pity..." The female colleague shook her head. She had only agreed with her colleague's words, but to her surprise, the other person cursed through gritted teeth:

"What a waste! People like this who bring this upon themselves are nothing but heartless beasts. They treat their own lives like dirt and drag those around them down with them. These kinds of people are a menace; they'd be better off just disappearing!"

The two cursed each other, occasionally praising Viktor's foresight.

Thump thump thump…

The colleague who had gone out jogged back and whispered, "Did you know? There's an office on the fifth floor where everyone was unqualified, but all 21 people ended up in there."

"The fifth floor?!"

"Isn't that...very core?"

The colleague who wrote the report nodded vigorously, "And it's said that there was a pregnant woman at the time who cried terribly when she was arrested. She tried to bribe them, even kneeling on the ground and promising never to do it again, and begged them to let her off the hook for the sake of her child."

"And then? What did the soldiers say...?"

"She was slapped more than a dozen times, her face was swollen. It's said, of course, just a rumor, that she was the one who built up the entire office. If that's true, she should be executed, and her child should be executed with her."

This may sound cruel, but humanity shouldn't be reserved for these people.

"I've seen that pregnant woman before. She's very pretty and not very old. She even smiles at people."

This made everyone even more emotional, and they all sighed.

I've lost all interest in going to work, and sitting here feeling rather melancholy.

Meanwhile, in the head of state's office...

This is the first time Victor has ever yelled at Casare!
"Of the more than 2200 people in the National Palace, more than 90 failed the urine test. How can you be a prime minister? Are you even capable of doing the job? If you're not, replace him. What's the difference between this and me living in a drug den?"

Casare's face flushed red, and he stammered.

"Get out!"

"Investigate them one by one thoroughly, damn it! Don't think that just because I'm not in charge now, you can be so lenient with them. Change it to execution, or exile, no matter whose face you have to give. In Mexico, nobody has more face than me!"

Casare ran out somewhat disheveled.

He spat on the ground.

"Damn it! Anyone who makes me lose face like that deserves to die!"

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(End of this chapter)