Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 715 The Holy Family is booming!

Meanwhile, in Mexico City.

It was past midnight, around 5 a.m. on Saturday.

The master bedroom of Casare's mansion was quiet, with only the faint hum of the humidifier and the even breathing sound. Casare, unusually, was not woken up by urgent business on the weekend and was immersed in a deep sleep.

But it was quickly and abruptly interrupted by the urgent and shrill ringing of a cell phone on the bedside table.

Casare frowned, his eyelids twitching a few times before he managed to open them a crack. He fumbled for his phone, pressed the answer button without even looking at it, his voice heavy with sleepiness and annoyance at being disturbed: "Hello? Who is it..."

On the other end of the phone, Police Chief Bill's voice sounded dry and hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and he trembled slightly. He spoke a few words hurriedly.

Almost instantly, Casare sprang to his feet, wide awake, his eyes bulging. "What?! Say that again, you fucking idiot?!"

Startled awake by his movement, Haliel opened her eyes, looked at him sleepily, and asked softly, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Casare didn't answer, but spoke firmly into the phone, "You come to my house right now! Immediately!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were so dark they seemed to drip water.

"What exactly happened?" Hairiel sat up and asked anxiously, gently placing her hand on his arm.

Casare took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions. He turned to the side and planted a slightly hasty kiss on Haliel's forehead. He patted the back of her hand, his voice deliberately softening, but still carrying a hint of tension: "It's nothing, just some urgent work matter. You continue sleeping, I'll go downstairs to take care of it."

Hailier looked at him, nodded obediently, and lay back down. But as he turned to get out of bed, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. What kind of "urgent matter" could make the usually composed Casare show such a murderous look?

Casare grabbed a bathrobe and threw it on, then hurried downstairs. Only a dim wall lamp was on in the living room.

The wait wasn't long; finally, the sound of screeching brakes and footsteps came from outside the door.

Police Minister Bill practically ran in.

Bill had even buttoned his coat wrong. When he saw Casare, his lips trembled, and he blurted out, almost in tears, "Prime Minister! Minister Hernandez is dead!"

It's no wonder he was so rude.

Hernandez and he were "comrades-in-arms" who had shared joys and sorrows and fought together for a long time. The two had a very good personal relationship, and it was even said that Bill was planning to suggest to Victor that he take over his position.

It's easy to imagine the relationship between the two, but such close friends are now dead!
How could he not be heartbroken?

Despite having already heard rumors over the phone, Casare's lips still twitched uncontrollably when he heard it confirmed by Bill himself.

The rising anger within him was expressed through gritted teeth as he said, "How ridiculous... Ha! Our deputy police chief was ordered to investigate a case, and less than 24 hours after arriving, he was burned to death in a mysterious fire? Is this fire in Michoacán particularly destined to affect officials in Mexico City? Huh?!"

Fire...

I have a special connection with everyone, especially with factories and granaries at the end of the year.

“This is absolutely not an accident!” Bill waved his arms. “Hernandez’s hotel is the best in town, with excellent fire safety facilities. How could it suddenly catch fire? This is clearly arson!”

Without further hesitation, Casare grabbed his coat from the sofa and, while putting it on, growled at Bill, "Come on, come with me to see the boss right now! This has changed! This isn't an ordinary criminal case, this is treason!"

"madness!"

"ridiculous!"

……

Casare's car sped through the empty streets in the early morning. The atmosphere inside was oppressive, and his face was ashen. He directly used the car's secure line to dial Victor's private phone number.

The phone rang only twice before being answered, and Viktor's slightly hoarse but still steady voice came from the other end: "Hello."

"Boss."

He briefly reported the news that Hernandez had died in the hotel fire.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Casare knew Victor all too well; this silence was often more terrifying than a direct roar.

If your boss yells at you, it means he's just venting his anger, but his silence is the most terrifying thing!

After a good ten seconds, Victor's voice came again, "Let's talk in the office."

“Okay,” Casare replied without hesitation.

About forty minutes later, the vehicle arrived at the heavily guarded National Palace.

The sky was already beginning to lighten, but the palace lights still illuminated this center of power with a solemn and majestic aura.

As Casare and Bill got out of the car and were about to walk quickly into the main building, they ran into Secretary of Defense Kennedy, who was also rushing there, and President Anatoly Lunacharski.

The two were clearly jolted awake from their sleep, their faces showing a hint of fatigue, but more so a solemn expression.

"Casare".

President Lunacharsky spoke first, his tone concerned, "What happened? Why such an urgent summons?"

Defense Secretary Kennedy also looked at Casare, his brow furrowed, awaiting an answer.

Casare stopped and faced the president and the secretary of defense, his voice low and swift: "Mr. President, Secretary Kennedy, Deputy Secretary Hernandez, in Morelia, the capital of Michoacán, his hotel caught fire in the early hours of the morning and he died in the line of duty."

"What?!" President Lunacharsky's pupils contracted. "Hernandez? How is this possible? Was it an accident?"

Defense Secretary Kennedy also looked very grim.

He wasn't stupid; he naturally understood what was happening.

“All indications point to arson,” Casare said with certainty. “Hernandez had just met with a local sheriff who risked his life to stop a car and report the crime, and had obtained a lot of heavy evidence about systemic corruption among Michoacán state officials, and possibly even murder and human trafficking.”

President Lunacharsky gasped, immediately realizing the gravity of the situation.

This is not just the death of a high-ranking official, but a blatant declaration of war and trampling on the authority of the Mexican central government!
“Let’s talk as we walk,” Casare gestured toward the main building, “The leader is waiting for us.”

Without another word, the group quickly walked toward Viktor's office.

Pushing open the heavy office door, the smell of tobacco mixed with an invisible, oppressive atmosphere rushed out. Vic stood by the window, his back to the door, gazing at the city gradually awakening outside.

Interior Secretary George Smiley had arrived earlier and stood quietly to one side, his expression equally grave.

Victor turned around, his gaze first falling on Casare. He stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray. "What do you think should be done about this?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Casare stepped forward, his eyes turning incredibly fierce at that moment.

"I believe conventional investigative methods are no longer sufficient." "The government and police system in Michoacán, especially in its capital Morelia, are rotten to the core and completely untrustworthy. I suggest:"

"First, the Ministry of Defense shall immediately order the mobilization of elite troops from nearby military districts to take full military control of Morelia, the capital of Michoacán State! Implement a curfew and military control, and take control of all major transportation routes, government agencies, and communication hubs, especially the former site of the state police headquarters and the hotel that caught fire! Until the situation becomes clear, all mid- to high-ranking officials in the local administrative and police systems shall be suspended from their duties and placed under investigation!"

"Second, establish a top-level special investigation team with the highest authority, exceeding local laws. This team can arrest and interrogate any person involved at any time, regardless of their position. I want them to find out the truth about the fire in the shortest possible time, uncover the corrupt network controlled by Minister Hernandez, and all the masterminds behind this murder who participated in or were aware of it!"

"Third, and most importantly, regarding the investigation results, I recommend that special wartime judicial procedures be initiated to exempt all those found to have participated in corruption, dereliction of duty, and especially those directly or indirectly related to Minister Hernandez's death, from lengthy ordinary judicial trials!"

He practically forced out the last few words through clenched teeth:

"Once our special investigation team has interrogated and verified the case, and the evidence is conclusive, I recommend the death penalty!"

Casare's reasoning was sound: "This is no ordinary criminal case! This is rebellion, an armed provocation against national authority, the murder of a high-ranking official by the most despicable means. If we use the usual mild methods, investigating, prosecuting, and trying him step by step, it will only make those maggots hiding in the shadows think we are weak and easy to bully, and it will only embolden them! We must use the most direct way to show them what the consequences will be for those who harm our people and challenge our bottom line! We must use their blood to appease Hernandez's spirit in heaven, and we must use their heads to tell all those in Mexico with ulterior motives what this is the price of being a traitor, a parasite, and a murderer!"

He took a breath and added, "Of course, procedurally, the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of Defense, and the Supreme Court can conduct a swift review, but the principle remains the same: severe, swift, and strict punishment! We must take this opportunity not only to avenge Hernandez, but also to completely eradicate this cancerous tumor in Michoacán, and to give the entire nation a thorough purge and a warning!"

As a military man, Secretary of Defense Kennedy admired this ruthless approach: "I fully support Prime Minister Casare's opinion that there is no leniency for traitors and murderers!"

All eyes were finally focused on Viktor, awaiting his final decision.

Viktor slowly walked behind his desk and sat down again.

After a while, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"approve."

He looked at Kennedy: "Take command of the troops and execute immediately."

Then he looked at Casare and asked, "Who do you think is the best to send to Michoacán?"

"I'll go myself."

Victor shook his head. "You're in charge of the whole country. What would you do in a small state? Let Felix go. He'll be in charge of this. I'll give him the maximum authority and allow him to command the Michoacán army!"

Felix González…

Casare's brother.

Fatty was taken aback by what he heard, and the others were also stunned. Felix was only 23 years old and already the mayor of Guadalupe Island; now he was being given so much power…

This... will definitely lead to another promotion.

"This...this..." Casare was about to refuse when Victor said, "Now, you are the only ones I trust."

Upon hearing Viktor's words, Casare felt a surge of warmth in his heart, swallowing back all his words of advice and refusals, leaving only a heavy sense of trust and responsibility.

He nodded vigorously, his voice firm and resolute: "Yes! I understand! The Gonzalez family will never betray your trust!"

Inside the office, President Lunacharski, Secretary of Defense Kennedy, and Secretary Smiley all looked at Casare with barely concealed envy.

We also seem to be... trusted so much.

Such unreserved trust is incredibly precious in the arena of power. The Casare family's current position in Victor's heart can be described as one of unparalleled favor.

Victor added a final order: "Furthermore, suspend all new development plans and government projects in Michoacán until order is completely restored. From now on, the government will cease all additional economic aid to Michoacán; that place is too chaotic."

His words were spoken calmly, yet they carried a great deal of intimidation.

Stopping economic aid means that Michoacán's civil servant salaries, infrastructure, and public welfare may come to a standstill, which will undoubtedly add fuel to the already turbulent situation, but it is also a cruel means to force the internal contradictions to erupt more quickly.

"Yes!"

The group filed out of Viktor's office.

In the wide corridor of the National Palace, Casare stopped and said to the others, “Mr. President, Secretary Kennedy, Secretary Smiley, I’m entrusting you with the immediate coordination with Felix, the formation of the investigation team, and the authorization documents. We must act as quickly as possible.”

The group nodded in understanding, knowing that time was of the essence. Casare said no more, turned and strode away from the main building of the National Palace, almost running.

Sitting in his car, the chill of the early morning still lingered in the cabin. Casare took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions, then immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang several times before being answered. A voice, heavy with sleep but still clear and steady, came from the other end: "Big brother?" It was his younger brother, Felix González, the mayor of Guadalupe Island.

"Felix, listen up, there's no time for nonsense."

Casare spoke very quickly, succinctly recounting what had happened in Michoacán, the death of Hernández, the corruption of the local system, and Victor's fury.

Finally, he said in a deep voice, "The leader has specifically named you to be in full charge of this investigation. Secretary of Defense Kennedy will cooperate with you and authorize you to command the troops stationed in Michoacán! This is a direct order from the boss!"

Felix was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, clearly processing this sudden bombshell news and the immense power it represented.

He is only 23 years old this year, but his personality is much more stable. Back in the army, he was the kind of guy who would cause trouble with a gun. He was the one who exposed corruption in the military. However, he has become much more low-key and stable in the following two years.

However, being suddenly given such power of life and death to deal with a rebellion and corruption case in a state-level unit, the pressure was unimaginable.

“I understand, brother.” Felix’s voice was completely clear, without the slightest hesitation, only a calm inquiry: “What do you want me to do? Where is the line drawn?”

Hearing that his younger brother wasn't panicked but instead went straight to the heart of the matter, Casare felt a surge of relief. This was truly a member of his Gonzalez family!

A ruthless glint appeared on his face as he spoke into the microphone, enunciating each word clearly:

"Investigate thoroughly! Investigate as thoroughly as possible! Don't hold back! The leader doesn't want to appease us, but to uproot this whole thing and wash away this provocation with blood. Remember, you represent the leader's will and the authority of the Mexican government. Anyone who dares to obstruct us, whether they are a governor, speaker of the council, or some local tyrant, will be prosecuted for treason. If necessary, we can act first and report later!"

Felix took a slight breath on the other end of the phone; he could feel the undisguised killing intent and determination in his older brother's words.

He cautiously confirmed, "Brother, I'm worried that if we go too far, it might involve too many people and cause even greater unrest. After all, it's a whole state..."

"turmoil?"

Casare chuckled, his tone brimming with undeniable power and confidence. "Felix, you need to understand, this is an order personally given by the leader! And you are my own brother, Casare's own brother! In Mexico right now, besides the boss, no one is more powerful than your older brother, me! Even Jesus couldn't change that, understand?"

He paused, his tone softening but carrying more weight: "Go for it. If the sky falls, the boss and I will hold it up for you. What we want is a thorough cleansing, so that everyone remembers this lesson."

On the other end of the phone, Felix González's eyes gradually sharpened and hardened. He replied in a deep voice, "I understand, brother. I know what to do."

"Okay! Let's keep in touch, I'll wait for your message."

Before hanging up, he paused for a moment, then said, "Be careful."

Felix responded.

After hanging up the phone, Casare looked out the car window and suddenly thought of a saying: "It is harder to rule a country than to conquer it."

……

(End of this chapter)