Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 717 Go ahead and report me, my name is Felix!
Mexico City, Guadalupe Island.

Two hours after receiving the call from his older brother, Felix González was already on the runway of the military airport on Guadalupe Island.

His face lacked the frivolity often seen in people his age; instead, it displayed a calmness and ruthlessness beyond his years.

He is a promising talent; otherwise, Victor wouldn't have put him in the position of mayor of Guadalupe.

The rotor of a Black Hawk helicopter belonging to the naval aviation force has begun to slowly rotate, stirring up the humid sea breeze.

He didn't bring many attendants, only two bodyguards selected from the island's guard force who were absolutely reliable and agile.

According to his rank, he shouldn't be entitled to a bodyguard, but alas...

His brother is one of the principles.

Sometimes, when you're out there getting by, your background really matters.

Before boarding the plane, he took one last look at the island that was gradually prospering under his rule.

The helicopter roared into the sky and sped off toward Michoacán.

During the flight, he briefly communicated again with Secretary of Defense Kennedy and the military commanders already in operation in Morelia via encrypted communication channels to confirm the progress of the takeover and the current situation.

Defense Secretary Kennedy succinctly stated: "Felick, command of the 11th Motorized Infantry Brigade stationed in Morelia has been temporarily transferred to you. The authorization code has been sent to your terminal. Go ahead and do it. The army is your support."

"Understood, Minister."

As the Black Hawk helicopter descended to its lowest altitude, preparing to land at a civilian airport outside Morelia that had been temporarily taken over by the military, Felix looked down through the porthole.

Around the airport runway, densely packed dark green military vehicles and heavily armed soldiers can be seen, with the cordon stretching for hundreds of meters, and anti-aircraft artillery positions and radar vehicles faintly visible.

The helicopter landed smoothly.

Felix bent down and walked out, the sharp wind blowing the hem of his trench coat.

Less than fifty meters in front of the helicopter landing site, three black Escalade full-size SUVs, modified with bulletproof features, were neatly parked. The vehicles were heavy and the windows were so dark they were almost opaque.

Beside each car stood four men dressed in black suits, wearing headsets, and holding short-barreled guns.

These men were quite different from the ordinary army soldiers at the airport. They were almost all the same height, with strong, well-proportioned physiques and fierce eyes; they didn't look like easy targets.

They belong to the Mexican security force, responsible for protecting the most important leaders.

The leader was a burly officer. Upon seeing Felix, he immediately jogged forward, stood at attention, and gave a crisp salute. His voice boomed, "Sir, the 1st Special Operations Company of the Mexican Guard Regiment is reporting to you! I am Major Marcos, the captain. From this moment on, your safety is entirely my responsibility, and I will obey any orders you give."

Felix glanced at Marcos and his squad behind him, then nodded. "Thanks, let's go."

"Yes!"

Major Marcos waved his hand, and two team members immediately stepped forward, flanking Felix on either side. Their movements were swift and professional, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The other team members quickly dispersed and took up advantageous warning positions in the surrounding area.

Felix, surrounded by Marcos and two bodyguards, strode toward the Escalade in the middle.

A team member opened the car door for him, and he bent down to sit in the back seat. The interior was spacious and equipped with communication equipment and a simple explosion-proof lining.

The three Escalades immediately started their engines, emitting a deep roar. The convoy, like black arrows, sped out of the airport.

The convoy traveled along the road leading to the city, and the scenery along the way was appalling.

The once bustling streets are now deserted, with only military vehicles and patrolling squads occasionally passing by. Roadblocks and barbed wire are everywhere, and major intersections are blocked by armored vehicles, with the cold muzzles of heavy machine guns pointed at the empty streets.

This should be blown out of proportion!
If things don't escalate, everyone will assume the government will "swallow its anger," mainly because killing isn't enough to appease public anger, nor is killing enough to deter petty thieves.

Although these scoundrels... are truly fearless in the face of death for money and power.

Felix's convoy did not slow down at all, and all the patrols and roadblocks they encountered quickly let them pass upon seeing the special pass displayed on the lead car.

The convoy eventually arrived at the City Hall Square.

At this point, the city hall building had been completely taken over by the army.

At the entrance of the building, sandbags were used to build fortifications, and heavy machine guns were mounted on them. The soldiers had their guns pointed outwards and their eyes were alert.

On the top of the building, even portable anti-aircraft missile teams were deployed, and the flags had been lowered and replaced with the flags of the Provisional Military Control Council and the Mexican flag.

Felix's car did not stop at all, and drove directly and roughly up the steps in front of the city hall.

The car door opened, and Felix bent down to get out.

Surrounded by a group of elite guards, Felix González strode into the main building of the city hall.

Inside the hall, a group of high-ranking state government officials, led by the governor of Michoacán, had already been notified and were waiting anxiously.

Their faces were ashen, as if they had just been pulled from a dye vat. When they saw Felix's excessively young face and the menacing guards behind him, many of them felt their eyelids twitch and their hearts sink to the bottom.

The governor took a deep breath and stepped forward, trying to strike up a conversation: "Mayor González, you must be tired from your journey..."

Felix didn't even look at the outstretched hand; his gaze swept across the faces of the well-dressed officials before him, and he interrupted the governor abruptly:

"From this moment forward, in accordance with the authorization of the Military Control Committee, all of you are hereby detained for the time being and are not permitted to leave the City Hall without permission."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured into boiling oil, causing an immediate commotion and suppressed gasps from the crowd.

Although they had expected it, hearing the order, which was almost like imprisonment, was still hard for these officials, who were used to a life of luxury, to accept.

A middle-aged man standing in the back row, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, forced a smile. He was the head of the state finance department, named Emilio Salcedo.

He took a half step forward, rubbing his hands together, his tone pleading:

“Mr. Gonzalez, isn’t this a bit… You see, my wife just gave birth yesterday and is still in the hospital. The baby was premature and the condition isn’t very stable. Could I… could I go back and check on things for a little while? Just a short while, to make some arrangements at home. I promise I’ll be right back to cooperate with the investigation!”

He spoke with heartfelt sincerity, his eyes even reddening slightly, trying to move the young "imperial envoy" with the warmth of family.

Felix didn't speak, not even a muscle in his face twitched. He simply turned his head slightly, his emotionless eyes fixed calmly and unblinkingly on Emilio Salcedo.

Damn, I have something growing on my face?
Salcedo's smile froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He felt the other person's gaze pierce through his deepest fears. The pressure contained in that gaze far exceeded his imagination, making his scalp tingle and sending a chill down his spine.

His throat bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word of the prepared statement. Finally, under that silent gaze, he lowered his head dejectedly, not daring to meet his eyes again, and silently retreated back into the crowd, his body still trembling slightly.

Felix then looked away, as if he had just chased away a buzzing fly.

His face was grim as he spoke again, his voice even colder than before:

"Is there anyone else with objections? Or perhaps you want to go home? I can have someone take you back."

Ok…

Going back to my maternal grandmother's house.

The crowd was dead silent.

Everyone stared at each other, no one daring to utter a sound, not even daring to breathe. A few with weaker nerves had their legs starting to tremble.

Felix raised his wrist and glanced at the simple yet precise military-style watch. "To the conference room."

The governor looked at Felix's young back and then at the sharp-eyed soldiers around him, and could only sigh.

In the main conference room of the city hall, officials sat upright or stiffly in high-backed chairs on both sides of a heavy mahogany table. No one dared to move easily. Only the heavy breathing and the occasional sound of swallowing due to nervousness were particularly clear in the silence.

Felix sat in the seat that originally belonged to the governor. He didn't look at anyone, but casually tossed a thin folder he was carrying onto the clean table with a soft "thud," which made everyone's heart skip a beat.

That was a compilation of intelligence that Diego Rojas revealed in a very short time after his surrender, enough to turn the entire upper echelons of Michoacán upside down.

Every name, number, and transaction inside is stained with blood and filth.

Felix opened the folder, casually placing a finger on it. He raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the anxious faces below, before speaking:
“Emilio Salcedo.” “Yes! I…I am!”

The finance minister who had just tried to slip away under the pretext of his child's premature birth suddenly jumped up from his chair as if he had been electrocuted, his hands raised high and his face ashen.

Felix showed a perfectly timed look of surprise, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? You're the Finance Minister?"

Before Salcedo could even manage a smile, Felix's gaze fell on his wrist, which he instinctively withdrew, and he added:
"Rolex, it looks really good."

At those five light words, Salcedo shuddered, instinctively pulling his right hand behind his back as if electrocuted. With his other hand, he frantically tried to pull at the sleeve of his suit jacket to cover the expensive watch. His movements were hurried and awkward, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Felix ignored his unsightly behavior, finally slowly and methodically opening the folder. His gaze fell on a particular page as if confirming something, then he read aloud without looking up:
“Over the past year, the state’s financial records show that a total of $647 million was allocated for special subsidies for people with disabilities and emergency agricultural assistance. However, investigations have found that no people with disabilities received the money, and no farmers received the subsidies. Where did the money go?”

He paused, "And where did those 32 properties registered under your name—your wife, your mistress, your distant cousin, and even your nanny—located in Cancun, Mexico City, and Los Angeles, along with the seventeen luxury cars in your garage, ranging from Ferraris to Rolls-Royces, come from?"

"I...I...this..."

Emilio Salcedo trembled like someone with Parkinson's disease, cold sweat poured down his forehead, he stammered, his eyes darted around, and his mind went blank.

Felix looked at him, his face expressionless, only nodding slightly. He beckoned Salcedo with a finger, his voice still steady:

"you come up."

Salcedo's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, but under the watchful eyes of the two guards beside him, he could only move step by step with difficulty to the other end of the long table, in front of Felix.

He stood still, his body still trembling uncontrollably, his face filled with pleading and despair, his mouth agape in a final struggle: "Mr. Gonzalez, I... I can explain..."

Felix didn't listen to his explanation.

Under everyone's gaze, he held a silver Colt revolver in his right hand under the table and pressed it hard against Emilio Salcedo's forehead, who was standing right next to him!
Salcedo's pleading expression froze instantly, his pupils dilating to their maximum.

"boom!!!"

Deafening gunshots rang out in the closed conference room!

The sound was so loud that it made people's eardrums buzz and even drowned out some people's instinctive screams.
.
The .357 bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, pierced Salcedo's forehead, instantly shredding his brain tissue before bursting out from the back of his head!

A large chunk of skull, mixed with hair, blood, and grayish-white brain matter, was completely blown off, spraying out in a fan shape with a crimson mist of blood, splattering onto the clean walls and even onto the faces and bodies of several officials sitting in the back row.

Salcedo's body was thrown backward by the impact of the bullet, slamming straight onto the floor with a dull thud.

The strong smell of blood and gunpowder instantly filled the entire conference room.

"what--!!"

Finally, an official couldn't help but scream, and many people instinctively jumped up from their chairs, trying to get away from the horrifying scene. Tables and chairs were knocked over and the scene instantly spiraled out of control.

"sit down!!"

Felix's roar was like thunder, drowning out all the chaos! He remained seated in his chair, his right hand still gripping the revolver that was emitting wisps of smoke, his eyes fierce as he scanned the restless crowd.

Almost at the same time his roar rang out—

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The guards stationed around the conference room moved in perfect unison, pulling back their bolts and raising the dark muzzles of their assault rifles to point at the panicked officials.

All the officials who stood up seemed to be frozen in place, staring at the gun barrels that could spit fire at any moment, at Salcedo's still slightly twitching corpse on the ground, and at the expressionless young man in the main seat who looked like a god of death.

Ultimately, under the absolute intimidation of force, they shakily returned to their seats, many even unable to stop themselves from gagging.

Felix watched coldly as they sat down again before leisurely tossing his revolver back onto the table with a clang.

He acted as if nothing had happened, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a delicate silver lighter.

Take a deep breath and slowly exhale the bluish-gray smoke.

He looked through the smoke at the officials below and slowly began to speak:
"I know you're not convinced."

"Feel free to report me afterwards."

Report him? Report him to whom? To his elder brother Casare? Or to the supreme leader Victor who sent him? This is the most ridiculous joke in the world!
Oh shit…

So what if you have connections!

"Next…"

"Rodrigo Diaz, Chief of Equipment and Logistics, State Police Headquarters."

The person whose name was called was a slightly overweight middle-aged man. He stood up abruptly as if he had a spring in his buttocks, so fast that he almost knocked over the chair.

"gentlemen."

Felix looked up at him, his tone even carrying a hint of inquisitive "doubt":
"Chief Diaz, I noticed a report that over the past two years, the Michoacán State Police, especially the equipment and logistics department you are in charge of, has reported more than twice the number of damaged firearms, body armor, and communication equipment compared to other states of similar size. Can you tell me what's going on? Is it because our police are particularly well-trained, or is the quality of our equipment particularly poor?"

"It's training! Sir, absolutely training! Our Michoacán police adhere to the highest standards, and the training intensity is extremely high, so the wear and tear is naturally... higher! Moreover, the crime situations we face are complex, and the frequency of equipment use..."

Felix listened quietly, even nodding slightly as if to show his understanding.

Seeing this, Diaz breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking that he might be able to get away with it.

But Felix immediately followed up with a second question in the same calm tone:
“I have a few unpleasant allegations against me. Some say that you have close ties with some ethnic armed groups in Michoacán, that you provided them with protection, and that they were able to kidnap and traffic at least 60 tourists for a large sum of money. Is that true?”

Diaz suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with terror and the agitation of being "wrongfully accused," his voice rising abruptly, trembling with tears:

"Innocent, sir! This is slander! Utter slander! I have served the Mexican police system my entire life, diligently and conscientiously. I know my duty is to serve the country and the people! How could I do such a thing? I am not greedy at all! Sir, you can check. I am still driving a domestically produced car that I bought ten years ago, I..."

He passionately recounted his "integrity," almost to the point of tears.

Felix listened quietly to his performance. He had encountered this scene far too often; corrupt officials would claim to be "good people" before they were arrested.

But after being arrested, everyone said that they were just acting out of momentary greed.

"So your wife pays for groceries in US dollars?"

Diaz's mouth remained open, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of his shirt.

He saw Felix's hand casually resting on the Colt revolver on the table, which still smelled of gunpowder.

This subtle action became the final straw that broke Diaz's spirit.

“I…I…!!” Diaz pointed frantically at a gaunt official sitting diagonally behind him:
“I’m reporting him because it was him, someone from a minority group, who gave him money! A lot of money through him! More than once! He knows about those tourists! He definitely knows!”

The gaunt official identified was the state government's director of ethnic affairs, named Ortie.

He had been relieved that he wasn't the first to be purged, but now Diaz pointed him out like a mad dog, and he suddenly jumped up from his seat.

"You're talking nonsense! Rodrigo Diaz! You mad dog! You're spouting lies!"

"You're talking nonsense! You're the one who set us up!"

"It's your insatiable greed that led to those missing tourists being sold off to who-knows-where! Do you dare tell me?!"

"It's you! It's all you!"

The two almost came to blows.

Felix stood up, holding his pistol, and without saying a word, bang bang!
Two shots in a row.

"What a load of bullshit," he muttered, flicking his cigarette ash onto the ground. He looked up at the others. "Anyone willing to turn themselves in?"

"I'll give you one minute. After I read it out again, I'll kill you according to the script."

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(End of this chapter)