Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1317: 639: This Is a Shithole, and You Jumped In?

Chapter 1317: Chapter 639: This Is a Shithole, and You Jumped In?

Juan’s dying accusation and the horrific images captured by reporters broke through the dellin blockade via satellite signals at the first instance.

BBC, Reuters, and AFP headlines compete in horror: “dellin: City of Massacre?”, “Survivors Accuse xican Army of Systematic Executions”, “Victor’s ‘Cleansing’: Is the Entire City a Graveyard?”

Drug trafficker Juan’s blood-stained face, the grim wounds on his shoulder blades, the terrified faces of journalists, and his halting yet tearful descriptions.

“Volley fire… finishing shot… all dead… empty… graveyard” — instantly igniting global public opinion.

The international community was completely shocked.

Previous sporadic reports and speculations about Victor’s army “excessively using force” in dellin now seed to have found the bloodiest, most direct evidence.

Juan’s identity as a “drug trafficker’s hitman,” in the face of a massive humanitarian disaster, was deliberately blurred by many, as he was first and foremost a “survivor” who climbed out from “Hell”.

Human rights organizations and United Nations agencies expressed unprecedented severity, demanding an independent investigation imdiately. Several governnts issued statents, expressing “extre shock and concern” regarding the “atrocities described in the reports,” and exerted pressure on the Colombian Governnt.

The atmosphere in the Colombia National Palace abruptly dropped to freezing point.

The President and his advisors looked ashen and grim.

Originally, there was so expectation for Victor’s “quick resolution,” but it was completely overwheld by a tsunami of international condemnation and surging dostic skepticism.

Questions from allies ca one after another, and dostic opposition seized the opportunity to fiercely criticize the governnt for “inviting wolves into the house” and “losing sovereignty.”

The air was filled with restlessness and unease, heralding a storm.

“The international phone lines are about to explode,” the Minister of Foreign Affairs’ voice was dry as he attempted to summarize, “The United Kingdom, France, Germany… each statent more severe than the last. The United Nations Human Rights Office demands imdiate, unhindered access to dellin. We… we are running out of wiggle room.”

“Wiggle room?” Armando Benede, the President, slamd his fist onto the table; the expensive mahogany emitted a dull sound. “What concern is our own affairs of theirs?!”

In truth, he felt a bit irritable.

He even blad Victor, for not ntioning such a major issue to him.

He was associated with Victor; did Victor not care about his survival?

At that mont, Vice President Cyril Douglas entered, his face displaying a deliberately suppressed worry, holding a freshly printed docunt.

“Mr. President,” Douglas’ voice broke the brief silence brought by the President and successfully drew everyone’s attention, “the situation is more complicated than we imagined; international pressure is just the tip of the iceberg.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the varied expressions of the advisors present, “I just received calls from the Conservative Party Chairman and the Leader of the Liberal Party, the severity of their words is unprecedented.”

He raised the docunt in his hand, “The opposition alliance has reached a consensus; they will initiate an ergency motion in Congress, demanding the imdiate establishnt of a bipartisan special investigation committee on the dellin incident.”

President Armando Benede’s face grew even grimr as he glared at Douglas, sensing worse news was coming.

Douglas t his gaze, his voice intensified, each word struck like cold stones on the ground: “They clearly state that this committee will have the highest authorization to thoroughly investigate every aspect of the dellin operation from the decision-making to execution, including…” he paused deliberately, “The Presidential order authorizing Victor’s action itself and the legality and necessity of all military commands during the operation!”

The room was silent; one could hear a pin drop.

The advisors exchanged glances. This was not just an investigation into atrocities; it directly aid at the President’s core decision-making authority!

It ant to unseat Armando Benede.

“That’s not all,” Douglas’ voice dropped lower but penetrated deeper as he stepped forward, “That old fox from the Conservative Party reminded on the phone, according to Article 178 of the Constitution, if the special investigation committee ultimately concludes, that the President knowingly or should have known the systematic atrocities risk and still authorized and condoned the humanitarian disaster, then Congress has the right to initiate impeachnt proceedings.”

“Impeachnt?!” A young advisor exclaid in shock, realizing the blunder, quickly covered his mouth.

The air instantly dropped to freezing point.

Armando Benede visibly trembled.

Ally inquiry was an external storm, but the dostic opposition used this incident to launch a political offensive, especially the threat of impeachnt, was a direct stab at the heart.

This ant he not only faced judgnt from the international community but could potentially lose completely in dostic political struggles and even be ousted from the National Palace.

Vice President Douglas gently placed the docunt symbolizing dostic political storm in front of the President, stating, “They demand you make a public response within 24 hours and promise full cooperation with the investigation; otherwise, the motion will be submitted to Congress for a vote tomorrow, and public opinion will stand completely on their side. Now, it’s not just journalists outside, Liberal and Conservative Party mbers have started making statents on the steps.”

Armando Benede’s gaze was fixed on the docunt, quite angry, “Is this a threat?!”

“Tell them I absolutely refuse to agree to their demands. It’s warti, and I have the right to exercise my rights!”