Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1330: 645: Am I Really a Good Person?

Chapter 1330: Chapter 645: Am I Really a Good Person?

The tumultuous waves of “support” for Colombia in the Parliant Building had not yet fully subsided when a concise action report had already crossed national borders and appeared on Victor’s desk in xico City.

The report contained only a few lines, but each word was of great importance: “The Bogota purge operation is complete. Carlos and the core opposition have been brought to justice, the Parliant has restored order, and Armando is in full control of the situation.”

Victor put down the report, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the smooth desk surface, his gaze directed at the skyline of xico City outside the window.

“Heh~” a light chuckle ca from his nasal passage, breaking the brief silence, “Done quite neatly.”

Beside him, Casare imdiately caught his reaction and gently pushed another docunt, suggesting subsequent reorganization of the Colombian army and adjustnts to the xican stationed troops, towards him.

Victor’s eyes swept over the docunt’s title, but he didn’t imdiately open it. Instead, he began to speak slowly with a penetrating tone: “See? No matter how cunning the sches, no matter how grandiose the slogans, they’re all paper castles in the face of absolute military power. The applause inside the Parliant, however loud, requires the gun barrels in the barracks to support it. Armando staying in that position is not because he’s eloquent, but because standing in Bogota’s barracks now, are our people.”

“Force always decides the upper structure.”

“General Manstein did well on that side, proving that our investnt in Colombia is worthwhile.” Victor finally picked up the docunt and quickly reviewed the key clauses, “But this worthiness requires deeper roots; Armando now needs us more than anyone else, and this is precisely the opportunity.”

He looked up at Casare: “Tell Manstein, there should be no more hesitations, imdiately advance the plan under the pretext of assisting in stabilization and combating remaining rebel elents.”

First, expand the stationed troop scale: Deploy an additional rapid response brigade, prioritizing deploynt to Bogota and other strategic locations as well as critical border nodes.

Second, fully intervene in the reorganization and training of the Colombian army; key positions must be held by reliable (i.e., pro-xican or approved by xico) officers, dismantle and reorganize the original army structure, with priority given to replacing Carlos’s old guard.

Third, in the Choco province near the Panama border or the Leticia area in the Amazon region, find a suitable site for the secret establishnt of a permanent military base with large logistical support capabilities, preparing for the next step.

Fourth, elevate the authority of the xican Intelligence Bureau’s Colombian division by one level, double the funds and personnel allocation, and ensure deep infiltration and real-ti monitoring of the Colombian military and political high-level dynamics, as well as major urban social activities.

Casare quickly recorded the key points without a shred of doubt.

Whatever the boss says, goes!

He understood that Victor wasn’t looking for superficial allies, but wanted to completely turn Colombia into xico’s extended tentacle and a stable springboard on the South Arican continent.

“Understood, boss, General Manstein has been waiting for this green light; the additional troops and equipnt are already on standby at the border, and after the orders are issued, the main deploynt can be completed within 48 hours. The preliminary assessnt report for the base site will be presented shortly.” Casare’s efficiency in work had always been high.

Victor nodded, expressing satisfaction with this speed.

He stood up and walked to the large map of South Arica, his gaze slowly moving south from the green territory of Colombia, eventually fixing on the vast Brazil, occupying nearly half of the map’s area.

Brazil, truly the giant of South Arica, is also one of the core sources and transit stations for drug flows towards North Arica and Europe.

Its jungles and slums harbor deeply entrenched, ruthless large drug trafficking groups.

Victor’s finger heavily tapped on the long border line between Brazil and Colombia, Peru, Bolivia, and other countries.

“Once the Colombian nail is removed, it’s ti to tackle the real tough nuts.”

Victor’s finger heavily tapped twice on Brazil’s location on the South Arican map, ambition interwoven in his eyes.

The order in Colombia was only the beginning, while South Arica’s vast drug market, the intricately complex forces, and Brazil, this behemoth, are truly the targets on his chessboard.

“Colombia is just the first domino,” Victor’s voice was low, “When the routes of the major drug-producing countries in Latin Arica are completely cut off and reorganized by us, when their order is defined by us, the influence will not just be infiltration but covering; the entire Latin Arica will be drawn into our trajectory, becoming a solid backing and springboard, the deep-rooted Brazilian drug lords won’t be able to stop this flood.”

Casare nodded emphatically, understanding Victor’s blueprint—

Integrating resources, establishing an unprecedented transnational power network with xico at its core.

This prospect was suffocating and also exhilarating.

Just then, the office door was lightly knocked.

Deputy Director of the Special Service and close guard Rohus Mish poked his head in: “Supre Leader, the British Ambassador George Cavendi urgently seeks an audience, waiting in the eting room; he says it concerns an ergency situation regarding the British army trapped in dellin.”

“The British finally ca knocking on the door, boss, I told you those gentlen would co to us in the end.” Fat Casare said with great contentnt.

Victor’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, then returned to calm.

He turned away from the map and walked back to sit behind the massive desk, “Let him in.”

Soon, British Ambassador George Cavendi walked in hurriedly.