Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1342: 649: I Have Big Brother Victor! (Part 3)

Chapter 1342: Chapter 649: I Have Big Brother Victor! (Part 3)

The news instantly spread across the nation and quickly disseminated worldwide.

A dia storm? Indeed there was.

So Western mainstream dia and human rights organizations imdiately issued sharp criticisms. Headlines like “President Benede blatantly threatening dissenters,” “Colombia slipping into the abyss of dictatorship,” and “Wealth tax policy could trigger capital flight” dominated the press.

The Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights expressed deep concern over the threatening rhetoric and potential human rights violations.

Then the xican UN commissioner, Joachim Ribbentrop, retorted, “Mind your own business!”

In so European parliants, there were calls to reassess relations with Colombia and concerns over allegations of “systematic clearance of the opposition.”

Dostically, several dia outlets with relatively independent stances or opposition financial tycoon backgrounds published cautiously worded editorials, tactfully expressing concern over “policy radicalism” or doubts over “the wealth tax potentially undermining economic vitality.”

Publicly, so accused Armando of being a “tyrant supported by xico,” “a traitor,” “destroying Colombia’s economic foundation.”

However, the imagined large-scale protest waves, fierce resistance from the elite class, or even signs of an internal military coup… none of these appeared.

Fear of death!

Brother, truly fear death!

Before and during the joint operation, Armando conducted an efficient, thorough, and silent “surgical removal” of dostic political opponents, politicians involved with the Drug Lords, business leaders publicly opposing him, and stubborn right-wing local forces.

The prisons were already overcrowded, and more disappeared without a trace.

The remaining potential opponents, whether in politics, business, or military, fell silent upon seeing the empty seats in eting rooms and lists of colleagues suddenly “going abroad for treatnt” or “dying unexpectedly.”

Armando’s actions proved his threat of “crushing” was not just empty talk.

The military leadership had already been purged, replaced, or subdued before the operation.

And with the xican soldiers…

For the lower classes, tornted by war and poverty, the $120 billion interest-free loans, infrastructure plans, and aid for the poor provided real, tangible hope.

The promise was substantial.

Armando’s blueprint for “fairness,” though stained with blood, struck at their most urgent needs. They might be afraid, but more so, they were numbly accepting the order brought by force and anticipating “a share of the spoils.”

Armando’s threats of “crushing,” in their view, were aid at “those above us,” not themselves.

As for chaotic Washington, the spokesperson followed protocol, issuing a “mildly concerned” statent that repeated the importance of “respect for human rights” and “inclusive dialogue,” urging that “all asures should be conducted within a frawork of the rule of law.”

“Military intervention?” This option wasn’t even seriously discussed in the Pentagon’s evaluation report; the cost was too high, the benefits too minimal, dostic issues were unresolved, and most importantly…

“Who cares?”

This rough street slang accurately captured the current international reality.

The United States was no longer the world police that swung big sticks at every disagreent; at least, when facing xico and its sphere, it beca unprecedentedly cautious, even, one might say… overwheld.

Armando Benede stood at the Presidential Palace window, gazing at the relatively calm streets of the capital, Bogota. He knew those criticisms existed but understood how weak and powerless they were.

A nation fails to progress because there are too many voices!

He firmly believed this. The chaotic democracy, endless party struggles, policies hijacked by interest groups, popular opinion disturbed by Western values all once mired Colombia in a quagmire.

Now, xico gave him strength, and he forcefully pressed the “mute button” with iron and blood.

What he wanted wasn’t a hundred flowers blooming, but a single voice—his own voice, a voice that would drive the national machinery efficiently and rcilessly in the direction he (and his backers) set out.

Criticism? Let it be.

As long as he tightly gripped the gun barrel, had a source for the money bag (xico’s loans), gave the lower classes a taste of sweetness, made potential opponents disappear or keep quiet, and had a forr overwheld overlord…

This ga of chess, Armando Benede was destined to win.

“Thank you, Victor.”

He even replaced his usual gratitude towards Jesus.

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Upon receiving Victor’s order and President Armando’s indisputable “crush” declaration in his televised speech, the xico-Colombia Coalition Forces rapidly escalated their offensive against dellin, with no further scruples like a floodgate opening.

The probing barrage of the previous assault turned into a destructive covering bombardnt.

The sky was torn apart, and the piercing screams drowned out any remaining will to resist in the city.

Heavy howitzers and multiple rocket systems from xican artillery took the “high-pressure policy” to its extre.

The blasts’ firelights stretched endlessly, with shockwaves repeatedly reverberating through narrow streets, wiping out ticulously built fortifications like sandcastles, with smoke and dust billowing skyward, turning daylight to dusk.

After hours of saturated bombardnt, the shellfire began to extend its reach, clearing the way for infantry.

The chanized forces and infantry units of the Mo Ge Coalition forces, already assembled and awaiting orders outside the city, poured into the city like a torrent of steel.