Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 633 The mastermind behind the scenes!

At 10 PM on October 30th.

Logically, this should mark the start of the Day of the Dead. However, the news that several people were taken away from the National Palace at this time undoubtedly casts a huge shadow over the entire celebration.

The National Palace is not just a government institution, but also a symbol.

As public opinion became increasingly focused, the evening news devoted nearly 40 minutes to a serious and insightful report.

And it even has a blue background with white lettering.

There are also people specifically assigned to recite:

"Regarding the resolute elimination of internal scourges and the drug use of public officials, we hereby issue the following stern statement:"
To all citizens:
With extreme sorrow and utter anger, I issue this notice to the whole country.

Recently, after a thorough investigation and verification, we were shocked and saddened to discover that a very small number of personnel within our military and enterprises, who have lost their ideals and beliefs and betrayed their duties and missions, have actually become addicted to drugs!

"This is absolutely outrageous."

"Such behavior is not only a complete moral depravity, but also a blatant trampling on Party discipline and national laws, an extreme desecration of the sacred power entrusted by the people, and a serious threat to national security and social stability! This is intolerable."

"His Majesty Viktor has repeatedly emphasized that drugs are a deadly poison that erodes the body of a nation and a source of evil that brings disaster to the country and its people. The country has always taken the most severe measures against any drug-related behavior, adhering to the principle of strict prevention and control, and cracking down on every case discovered!"

"As for our own personnel—state employees, party members, cadres, military personnel, and police officers who wield public power and bear heavy responsibilities—drug use is far more heinous and harmful than that of ordinary drug users. You are the fortress; if worms infest your fortress, how can the harm be underestimated? You are the vanguard; if the vanguard is addicted to drugs, how can you lead the people? You are the guardians; if the guardians themselves fail, how can you protect our country?"

"Faced with such acts that shake the foundations of the nation and undermine our own strength, the leadership hereby issues the strongest warning and announces the highest decision:"
"According to the New Mexico Civil Service Law promulgated by the Head of State..."

I. Punish with an iron fist, show no leniency, and implement a "death penalty policy"!
Any internal personnel found guilty of using or injecting any drugs, regardless of their position, merit, or background, will be immediately dismissed from their public office and expelled from the Party (or military).

All internal personnel involved in drug-related crimes (such as smuggling, trafficking, transporting, or manufacturing drugs, or providing convenience or protection for such activities) who commit crimes will be transferred to judicial organs for severe and swift trial! Those whose crimes are extremely serious and for whom the evidence is conclusive must be sentenced to death according to law, and this sentence will be resolutely carried out! This is "no mercy"! The sword of law hangs high, showing absolutely no leniency!
Any leading cadres and colleagues who knowingly fail to report, or who shield or condone drug users and drug-related crimes within their organization, will be considered accomplices and will be held accountable in accordance with laws and regulations, up to and including dismissal, investigation, and criminal prosecution!
Effective immediately, a nationwide, comprehensive drug screening campaign will be launched within all Party, government, and military organs, as well as all state-owned enterprises and institutions. Those who refuse testing will be considered to have automatically relinquished their public office and will be severely punished!
In any organization where internal staff members engage in drug use, the principal leaders, those in charge, and direct managers must be held accountable for their dereliction of duty. Lax management and inadequate supervision provide fertile ground for such harmful practices to grow!
...

This announcement has been read for 40 minutes!
Many people watching the TV felt their hearts pounding.

In Mexico City's "Asturias neighborhood," located in the city center, it's common for government and party officials to buy homes.

At that moment, Bélia Newman, the head of the Mexican import and export approval department, who was having dinner at home with his children, wife, and elderly parents, stared at the television in disbelief, sweating profusely.

Meanwhile, the father beside him gritted his teeth, staring at the television, "These officials have all gone astray! Haven't we been harmed enough by drug dealers? How long has it been since they started forgetting their original intentions? They deserve to die! They deserve to die!"

Beria Newman swallowed hard and glanced at his father.

“You need to be careful. We should live with a clear conscience and not let this glamorous world corrupt us,” his father said, turning to stare at him.

Before Section Chief Beria could speak, his mother nudged her husband, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Of course my son wouldn't do that. He knows his limits."

Looking at his parents who trusted him, he, who was usually so eloquent at work, was now at a loss for words, and sweat poured down his forehead.

"Why are you sweating so much while eating? Is it really that hot?"

"It's stuffy, a bit stuffy." Beria Newman stood up. "I'm going outside for some fresh air."

He went out onto the balcony and took out his phone to call several trusted subordinates, but no one answered. This made him uneasy, so he called his superior. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, the other party said, "This matter is too big. We need to find someone to take the blame."

Beria Newman's heart skipped a beat. "Sir, I..."

“Jump down from here now, and I will stop this here. I will protect your parents, wife, and children. But if you don’t jump, we… will all die.”

The "mysterious person" on the other end spoke calmly, even coldly, "You should make a good choice, right?"

Without waiting for a reply, I hung up the phone.

As Beria Newman listened to the busy tone on the phone, his pupils contracted and his hands trembled slightly. He knew his superior's personality; if he didn't take the blame, his whole family would die!
He opened the window and looked down; there were still many people taking a walk downstairs.

He glanced back at his gentle wife, his adorable son, and his elderly parents, his eyes filled with reluctance. He... he shouldn't have taken the money out of greed!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have done that.

But when you're in the world, you're not always in control of your own destiny!
He moved his lips slightly, as if to apologize, then closed his eyes and jumped out of the window. Beria Newman's mind went blank. He felt the wind rush past his ears, and the next second, he heard a scream, and then he was plunged into endless darkness.

Inside the house, as if sensing his presence, the son looked up and called out, "Dad!"

When the family looked over, they saw Beria Newman jumping off the building. His wife screamed and reached out in panic, but couldn't grab anything at all.

Beria's mother fainted immediately after being carried up the stairs, while his father ran to the window and looked down. A crowd had gathered, all exclaiming in alarm. Some were shouting for an ambulance, while others were vomiting violently beside him.

The old man couldn't catch his breath, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Shortly after he jumped, about half an hour later, an official vehicle from the Ministry of the Interior arrived at his building, where he saw the ambulance with its flashing lights and the crowd gathered around.

The team leader immediately sensed something was wrong, when he learned that the person who jumped was indeed Beria Newman.

Based on his work intuition, it boils down to two words: silence them!
A powerful being is reaching out and pressing this down.

He knew he couldn't hide it, so he called directly. The call eventually reached the desk of the Chief of the Internal Affairs, George Smiley, and his eyelids twitched.

"Chief, shall we continue the investigation?"

"Investigate! Why aren't you investigating? The Mexican sun is Victor, what are those monsters and demons compared to us? No matter how powerful they are, can they be as powerful as us? Investigate! Investigate to the death!"

As George Smiley's orders were passed down, they boosted the morale of frontline staff.

But sometimes, the most ruthless counterattacks come from within.

On the evening of October 30, within three hours of the news announcement, more than 20 government employees jumped to their deaths, seemingly to put pressure on him.

On October 31, this number continued to rise, and even affected some high-ranking figures.

The police chief of Guadalajara state jumped to his death!
Chihuahua State Security Minister drowns at home!

The assistant to the governor of Hidalgo was found with a slit wrist!
… Fifteen high-ranking state officials died that day.

George Smiley was completely shocked. This was not something he could control. He rushed to the National Palace, but while waiting at a traffic light, he suddenly noticed a dump truck rushing towards him from behind!
The fear instantly took over his mind, but he still stepped on the gas pedal very quickly, and the dump truck seemed to be locked onto him by GPS, staring at him, and collided with the vehicles that were driving normally in the middle of the road.

George Smiley narrowly escaped death.

Lawless!

It's simply lawless!
He didn't stop and drove straight to the National Palace, but found that the internal security was much tighter, with his vehicle being checked repeatedly at the entrance before he could enter.

Led by Rohus Misch, the deputy director of the Secret Service and his bodyguard, he went upstairs and met the head of state.

Meanwhile, Viktor, dressed in military uniform and polishing a gold AK—a confiscated trophy—raised his eyelids slightly and said, "George, it seems someone is trying to overthrow me!"

George Smiley was startled.

"General..."

He couldn't help but call out the previous title: "Head of State" was an affectionate term, while "General" was the victor who led them in battle!
"So many people have died in accidents, is this a scare tactic to intimidate me, to tell me to stop investigating, otherwise they'll all die and there will be no one to run the country for me, hahaha! What a brilliant tactic!"

Viktor was clearly furious, otherwise he wouldn't have been laughing like that.

He stood up, picked up a piece of paper from the table, and handed it to him. "I never imagined that a group of people would form an association right under our noses. They are deeply hidden within the government, with a shockingly large network of relationships."

George Smiley took it with both hands and saw a densely packed list of names, all of which were familiar. They were branched out like tree branches, forming a huge network of relationships, with several names at the very top.

He knew all too well about some of them!
Even the whole country knows that he sits next to Viktor at meetings.

"How could it be them?"

“You keep an eye on them. I don’t want them to receive any message that they should leave Mexico.”

“Yes!” George Smiley straightened up and said, then hesitated for a moment, “But this involves military commanders…”

"I can make them rise, and I can make them fall. You don't need to worry about the rest."

George Smiley nodded, asked no further questions, saluted, and left. Suddenly, he stopped at the door.

As he was pondering whether to recount what had happened before he arrived, Victor spoke first, "Don't worry, I'll avenge you. You're one of my men, and I hold grudges."

This warmed George Smiley's heart, and after leaving the room, he gently closed the door behind him.

He kept thinking about the name he'd just seen, muttering to himself, "Why him?"

……

Located on the hillside behind the Palace of Mexico, this area is known from the outside as the "core area"!
This place is inhabited by high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and not just any ordinary ones…

Inside Villa No. 4.

The people here are extremely famous!!!

The study was dimly lit, with only the desk lamp on. Kuukmote was holding a tabby cat, gently stroking its back, and the cat closed its eyes in enjoyment.

He quietly looked at a photograph in which he looked handsome and dashing. It was taken in front of the Mexican National Museum, where he was holding his child and his newlywed wife. At that time, he was only in his early twenties, and it has been almost fifteen years since then.

He is now in a high position, but he always feels empty, and more importantly...

He's lame!

He knew what people called him behind his back...

A lame president, a puppet president...

He might not care once or twice, but as time goes on, does he really not care?

Why is Casare alright? Why is Victor alright? Why is he the only one out of the three who is injured?
He harbored resentment.

squeak…

The study door opened, and his wife, Tatiana, came in with a late-night snack, smiling as she said, "Don't stay up so late. You're not getting any older. The doctor told you to take good care of yourself. If you keep doing this, my child and I will worry."

But Quaukmote just sat there, quietly looking at the photo, saying, "You were so beautiful back then."

"Am I not beautiful now?" Tatiana asked with a smile.

What was originally just a simple question turned into a serious stare from Quaukmoth, who turned around and stared at him intently, making Tatiana feel a little embarrassed.

"You've become more beautiful, but sometimes I don't even recognize you."

"What do you mean by that? What kind of old monster can I turn into? Come on, stop talking so much and drink this first. I learned this from a Chinese chef. It's old duck soup. They say that eating this will replenish your blood and help your body recover."

As she spoke, she poured a bowl for the other person and handed it over.

Kuukmote stared at the oily soup, just staring at it quietly for almost a minute before looking up. "How many sleeping pills were in this? Let me guess, three? Five? Or ten?"

Tatiana was somewhat taken aback, her eyes flashing with panic, but she still forced herself to stay calm. "Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about? How could sleeping pills be left here? Would I possibly murder my husband?"

"You don't want to murder me, but you want to wait until I'm asleep and then contact those 'members' you recruited using my name, don't you?"

"You're involved in drug trafficking and smuggling, Tatiana!!"

……

(End of this chapter)