Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 722 - 408 Playing Tactics with Me_3

722: Chapter 408: Playing Tactics with Me?_3

722 -408: Playing Tactics with Me?_3

“Everyone leave, except Sabawi and Wattban.”

As the two men left the office, Uday’s face was so dark with fury that he couldn’t be bothered to exchange a couple of words with his own brother.

Returning to his office and locking the door, he secluded himself in the inner room, took out a poster from a crack, and unfolded it to reveal a portrait of Saddam.

The poster was already riddled with holes.

“Father!

Why don’t you give me a chance?

Why!”

Why!

Why don’t you trust me?!!

Why is everything given to my brother!!

He stabbed Saddam’s portrait furiously with a knife, venting his rage.

The impulse to patricide grew stronger in his heart.

Kill Saddam!

I shall be king!

…

“Barzan’s dead?”

Victor was taken aback upon hearing the news.

“He was killed at Istanbul Airport by two women.

The police have arrested them both; one is Japanese, and the other, Indonesian.

They claimed to be actors from a prank show, told by the director to spray liquid on random people at the airport, but they never expected it to be deadly…” George Smiley, the intelligence officer, reported.

“What a coincidence indeed.”

“People are suspecting it might be related to us…

that we sent someone to kill him.

Boss, do we need to issue a statement?” Casare asked from the side.

Victor scoffed with disdain, “Do you think they’ll listen if you issue one?

What need do I have to explain to them?

If anyone wants to listen, let them come to Mexico to find me!”

“If Saddam is also unhappy, let him come and clash with me.

I’m actually curious to see how much of a backbone he has left.”

Why should I, Victor, have to explain to them?

“But it’s uncomfortable to be blamed like this.

Investigate, I want you to thoroughly check who’s trying to mess with me.”

“Could it be the Americans?” George Smiley blurted out, but as soon as he finished, he saw his elder and second brothers staring at him.

His face turned red, and he cracked an embarrassed smile, “Professional habit, professional habit…”

No matter what, blaming the United States is never wrong.

If it’s not their fault, is it mine?

But in fact, it’s most unlikely to be the United States.

The key decision-maker at The Pentagon is the General’s father-in-law.

The 4th Division withdrew from Texas under “his” coordination to avoid greater conflict.

Although some rednecks were displeased, others believed Donald Rumsfeld was more suited to the current U.S.

politics.

Meanwhile, the CIA chief Stanfield Turner had been pulled into Hydra’s quagmire.

Whose men were those Hydras?

After all the machinations…

It was Victor who was the mastermind behind the scenes.

Victor puffed out his cheeks and exhaled cigarette smoke through his nose, “We’ve grown too fast, and there will always be people watching us.

Get used to it; there’s no need to be afraid or nervous.

Whoever is unhappy with us, we’ll just kill their entire family!”

“Kill their whole family!” Casare hastily echoed.

“Our main task now is to infiltrate agents into Chimalhuacán and relay intelligence from inside, providing Goodrian with information support.”

“General, please rest assured, I’m in charge of this, and we’ve already spread over a hundred special agents and recruited over 300 informants inside.

Their people’s war is a joke in front of us.

Victory cannot stand on the side of drug traffickers.”

“With the right timing, favorable conditions and human harmony, we will prevail!”

“I’ve already requested air force support to deploy 300,000 leaflets over Chimalhuacán, calling on people to join us, to oppose drug traffickers, to strike at drug traffickers, and moreover, those who repent, the Tijuana government will grant them amnesty for their crimes!”

Victor was very satisfied…

He tossed the cigarette to George Smiley, signaling him to smoke, “Good job, keep it up.”

“Swear to defend Mexico, swear to defend the General!” George Smiley saluted and shouted loudly.

Under the leadership of the invincible Victor, Mexico will definitely move towards greatness.

“Let’s go, I’m treating you to a meal.” freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Victor stood up with a smile and led them towards the cafeteria.

He liked eating with everyone.

This was called being close to “subordinates.”

…

September 4th.

The atmosphere in Chimalhuacán was extremely tense.

Water and power had been cut-off…

This was the Government Forces pressuring them to surrender, by cutting off their utilities, to see how they’d manage.

Of course, they could still hold out for the time being…

Most importantly…

no poor dared to say they’d surrender, as the local gangs required them not to shower and to save water, setting times to distribute water.

The 4th was the day water was distributed.

A group of poor people were already waiting with their buckets, and frail Alex looked like a fallen leaf in the crowd, nearly flattened, but his gaze still held hope as he looked towards the distance.

“Here it comes!

Here it comes!!” Someone shouted, and a water truck appeared, followed by two pickups with a dozen armed men.

As the truck stopped, the poor rushed over.

“Back off!

Back off, get in line!

Line up!” The water distributor shouted, but the poor only surged forward more fiercely.

Frustrated gang members pulled their gun bolts and opened fire on the dozen or so people at the front, rat-a-tat-tat…

A heap of bodies fell instantly.

“F*ck!

No one gets water if you don’t line up!”

Alex’s face was splashed with fresh blood.

He was trembling all over, overcome with fear, helplessness, and panic.

The poor on the ground were all lifeless; their buckets, in an instant, stained red with blood.

“Line up!!”

The poor wanted to flee, but without water, they would truly die.

They could only meekly line up, not daring to speak.

Whenever their eyes accidentally caught sight of bodies on the ground, they all hastily diverted their gaze, not daring to look any longer.

The water man turned on the tap, waited a few seconds, then closed it, “Next.”

“??”

Seeing that there wasn’t even a finger’s depth of water in the bucket, the poor man cried, “Sir, sir, please give more, I have five people at home, this isn’t enough at all…”