Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1042 - 535: Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!!_2

Chapter 1042 -535: Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!!_2

“Hang in there, hang in there!” Victor grabbed his hand and shouted, while those nearby quickly pulled his face apart—a very young child.

Medical personnel rushed over to check, shook their heads with dull eyes.

Victor looked up.

Casare’s lips trembled slightly, and Defense Minister Kennedy sighed.

Although the person was gone, the body had to be dug out. When they pulled the person out, they saw him carrying a small backpack, wearing a red cotton coat, with the national emblem on the upper right side, and on the left, it said: Children of Mexican Martyrs Association.

The association was established to ensure nationwide respect for heroes and the families of martyrs, jointly founded by the Hope Group and civil affairs departments. This clothing is a commemoration, representing that someone in his family must have sacrificed for Mexico’s anti-drug war.

To put it bluntly, this is truly one of our own.

Victor’s lips trembled, kneeling on one knee, pressing the child’s chest, “I swear on my dignity as the Supreme Leader of Mexico, a blood debt will be paid with blood!”

Casare and others could sense the explosive power contained in his tone.

Meanwhile, George Smiley returned to the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Intelligence Bureau and stood on the stage, looking at dozens of responsible persons with stars below.

He forcefully smashed an ashtray onto the table, his eyes bright red.

“Investigate! Uncover all hidden lines, I need to know who did it!”

“If you can’t find out, I’ll use this gun on myself, but first, I’ll kill all of you!”

Everyone shuddered, stood up simultaneously, and loudly responded.

The people from the Mexico Counterintelligence General Bureau and Mexico News Bureau did the same.

When the three major agencies act, they’re determined to turn Mexico upside down.

Who could make them like this…

Even the CIA would have a hard time.

The former slum area of Mexico.

The old houses here were all demolished, and Mexico will build a new community on this site, transforming the area to improve the lives of the people.

Once society stabilizes, everything emerges like bamboo shoots after a rain.

For instance…

The underworld.

Although Mexico City has cracked down on them, these things are truly hard to eradicate. The entire urban area of Mexico has over ten million residents, which is already a staggering number. Even if you have heavenly eyes, you can’t keep track of the dark corners of alleys.

Where there are people, there will be filth.

At this time, in a bar.

The sound was loud, and in the pool of liquor, many men and women could be seen bobbing their heads to the faint rhythm.

Mad…

There’s clubbing even in the morning?

Surely, they’re Mexicans, it’s an old tradition, can’t be helped.

After all, clubbing at night used to easily encounter drug traffickers.

In a private room on the second floor, about a dozen men and women were singing, somewhat high.

A servant knocked and came in, whispered to the person sitting by the door. The latter nodded and walked to the man in the center, “Boss, Lanwen Cohen is here.”

The man was clearly drunk, his eyes bleary, arms wrapped around companions, “Let him in.”

Seeing him like that, his subordinate silently cursed but nodded, went outside, and saw a man in a suit walking up the stairs with a serious face. He hurried over, “Officer Lanwen Cohen.”

“Where is Max? Take me to see him.” The other said urgently.

“This way.”

The subordinate quickly led him into the private room, seeing so many people inside, Lanwen Cohen furrowed his brows, “Everyone out, I have something to tell Max.”

“Hahaha, Officer Lanwen Cohen, what can’t be said with us around? Tell us too.” A fat man laughed while holding a woman.

Lanwen Cohen grabbed a bottle and slammed it against his head, bang!

Directly smashing blood from the other person’s head.

“Damn it, you think you’re fit to speak? Turn on the lights!” Lanwen Cohen shouted, not the least bit calm as usual.

Max Owen burped, grumbling as he pushed away a woman, dissatisfied, “Lanwen, you’re not giving me any face, this is my place!”

Lanwen Cohen glanced at him, snorted disdainfully, and, under everyone’s terrified gaze, charged towards Max with a “Leo Kick,” kicked him in the chest, and punched him in the face.

“Your place? This is the territory of the Republic of Mexico!”

“What do you think you are? When I ask you questions, you stand at attention.”

“Boss!” A bunch of subordinates shouted and rushed over.

“I’ll see who dares!” Lanwen Cohen drew his gun at everyone, “Try moving, damn it, I’ll call in the troops, believe it or not, I’ll send you all to Sonora State to plant cacti!”

Everyone was stunned by the aura.

The alcohol instantly evaporated, trembling as they watched.

Lanwen Cohen shoved the gun barrel into Max’s mouth, eyes red, gritting his teeth, “You’re just a dog, asking for face here. If you weren’t my cousin, I’d have shot you already.”

“Mmm mmm mmm mmm…” The other person waved his hands, blood on his face.

“I’m asking you…”

“Have any outsiders come looking for you recently? Or has anyone from overseas contacted you?!”

Something happened!

Everyone’s mind raced. Something must have happened, and something big at that, or Lanwen Cohen wouldn’t be so hysterical.

To know…

This bar, he owns 20% shares, given to him by his cousin, he earns a lot from here daily, Max is his golden goose.

If it prompts him to beat up his cash source like this, it has to be serious.

Could it be?

Victor is dead?

“Who knows? Whoever does, tell me, I owe them a favor.” Lanwen Cohen looked at the others sitting down and said.

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