Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1495 - Capítulo 1495: 703: Look at the Foolish Thing

Capítulo 1495: Chapter 703: Look at the Foolish Thing You Did!

However, when Victor approached a soldier who appeared very young, even sowhat naive, sothing unexpected happened. Victor routinely asked, “Soldier, what’s your na? From which state?”

The soldier’s lips moved, but he couldn’t imdiately speak. His eyes quickly reddened, and his body trembled slightly.

Victor noticed sothing was amiss, softened his tone, and asked with concern, “What’s wrong, young man? You can tell anything.”

This sentence seed to shatter the soldier’s last psychological defense.

He could no longer hold it in and burst into tears, with tears rolling down his cheeks. This sudden situation plunged the scene into a dead silence, the previously warm and lively atmosphere vanished instantly, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on the crying soldier and the surprised Victor.

Admiral Skorzeny’s expression suddenly turned grim, sharply scanning the officers of the unit to which the soldier belonged. Several senior officers nearby also tensed up instantly, their faces drained of blood, and an invisible pressure filled the air.

Governor Schirach’s smile froze on his face, looking sowhat helpless.

Victor raised his hand, signaling others to remain silent.

He stepped forward, almost using a brotherly tone, asked, “Don’t be afraid, tell , what happened? Did you suffer any grievances in the company?”

The soldier sobbed, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said intermittently, “Report… to the Leader… my na is Juan… the squad leader and company commander… they don’t like … always picking on … making do all the heavy and dirty work… mocking my accent… at night… not letting sleep in the barracks… making … making sleep in the tool room next to the latrine…”

As his voice fell, the silence was so absolute that the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

The surrounding officers were all pale as clay, especially the commanding officer of the involved unit, whose forehead was already damp with cold sweat.

The young soldier Juan’s tearful accusations sparked a storm.

The parade ground, just filled with a friendly, passionate atmosphere, suddenly dropped in temperature, the air seed to freeze.

A deathly silence pervaded, only Juan’s uncontrollable sobs and the distant rustling of flags in the wind could be heard.

Admiral Skorzeny’s face, which had previously shown a trace of satisfaction, first went stiff with disbelief and then visibly darkened, turning ashen.

Several officers were already ashen-faced, their foreheads glistening with cold sweat in the sunlight, their legs trembling imperceptibly, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.

Governor Schirach’s smile completely vanished, replaced by a mix of shock and embarrassnt, he subconsciously rubbed his hands, his gaze shifting, unsure of where to look.

Victor’s gentle concern on his face gradually withdrew, but he didn’t imdiately react.

He listened quietly until Juan finished speaking.

He reached out and gave Juan’s trembling shoulder a heavy pat, his voice unusually calm yet carrying an undeniable force, “Good child, you’ve been wronged, it takes great courage to tell the truth. This is not your fault.”

He paused, glanced around at the officers who were silent from fear, and then his gaze returned to Juan: “I promise you, this matter will be dealt with fairly. Now, return to your unit.”

After comforting the soldier, Victor slowly turned around.

When he raised his head again, all the warmth had disappeared from his face, leaving only a pre-storm gloom. His eyes narrowed as he slowly scanned Admiral Skorzeny and the row of high-ranking officers behind him with their gleaming epaulettes.

“Admiral Skorzeny,” Victor’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it reached everyone’s ears, “and you, the high-level commanders. Everyone, to the command room. Now.”

The order was succinct, beyond question.

No one dared to speak, not even to breathe loudly, following behind Victor and the extrely grim-faced Skorzeny towards the base command building.

In the eting room, Victor walked straight to the main seat and sat down, leaning back against the chair, watching the generals and colonels file in.

“Stand up straight.” Victor said lightly.

The officers imdiately straightened their backs, standing in two rows.

However, Victor’s next command was like a bolt from the blue: “Squat down!”

For a mont, the eting room was pin-drop silent.

Skorzeny’s mouth twitched, about to speak: “Leader, this…”

“What?” Victor abruptly interrupted him, raising his voice with undisguised sarcasm, “Admiral Skorzeny, have you forgotten even the basic squatting posture after becoming a general? Do I need to have a squad of guards demonstrate it for you?”

Upon hearing this, Skorzeny quickly squatted down.

Seeing him taking the lead, the other officers dared not hesitate any longer, regardless of age or physique, they all squatted down with grimacing faces. (Squatting is quite a spicy posture!)

Victor no longer looked at them and nodded sideways to Casare beside him: “Go investigate. Imdiately. Bring over everyone involved and separate them for questioning.”

Casare carried out the order, leaving swiftly and silently.

The next half-hour beca the longest ordeal in these officers’ lives.

The squatting posture was extrely exhausting, especially for these high-ranking officers who had long lived in comfort; it didn’t take long before soone’s legs started trembling, sweat appearing on their foreheads, but no one dared to move an inch.

Ti ticked by, about half an hour passed.