Oh, oh, the bullet shot years ago has finally returned!
Deputy Minister Eberstein of the police added imdiately, "Pri Minister, we understand the necessity of that special period, when a knife is at your throat, there's no choice but to skip procedural justice. But now the knife has been taken away, we sit in this position representing the nation, and a country cannot be built on the long-term principles of 'violence against violence.' That is like..."
He searched for an appropriate analogy, "like a person drinking dirty water to survive but can't continue doing so, or else the body will collapse from within. We must change this atmosphere, returning the power of law enforcent and judgnt back into the legal frawork. Otherwise, what difference do we have from the chaos we are fighting against in essence?"
Casare nodded in agreent upon hearing this.
"Now is the ti for 'law,' not 'bullets,' to dominate order. We need to clearly and publicly show our attitude, gradually abolishing those vague and dangerous authorizations. Otherwise, every wrongful murder case, every misuse of private justice, will eventually be accounted for by our governnt, damaging the stability and rule of law image that Mr. Victor is striving to build."
"I understand."
Casare finally withdrew his gaze and landed on that report, "Leave this docunt, I will report it to Mr. Victor."
The two police ministers exchanged a glance and nodded.
As long as it's understood.
xico is now recognized worldwide as a country, not an ard organization, naturally needs to be more formal.
After the two ministers left, Casare took a sip of water and walked towards the top office with the docunt.
At the staircase, he encountered the deputy director of the Special Service and close bodyguard: Rohus Mishi, who asked softly, "How is sir's mood today?"
"It's nice today, Caesar was praised by his teacher at school, and the teacher even gave him a little red flower along with a complint."
Caesar...
Born to Victor's mistress.
Casare felt slightly relieved after hearing Rohus Mishi's words.
He adjusted his expression and gently knocked on the thick oak door.
"Co in," ca Victor's steady voice from inside.
Casare pushed the door and entered.
He saw Victor with a touch of pure smile, examining the carefully made little red flower with red crepe paper.
In his other hand, he held a card that was clearly handmade.
"Casare, you ca just in ti." Victor looked up, his face still wearing a smile, and beckoned to him, "Look, this is written by Caesar's teacher."
Casare rushed forward, respectfully accepting that card.
The card was full of childlike charm, adorned with drawings of the sun, grass, and a grinning little boy, with slightly childish but neat handwriting:
"To Caesar's father:
Caesar performs excellently at school, not only mastering today's arithtic course but also actively helping classmates facing difficulties in group activities, showing outstanding understanding and qualities of kindness and willingness to help others. His mind is sharp, full of curiosity, he is the teacher's little helper and a great partner to his peers. We are proud to have such an excellent student. This little red flower is a reward for his good character. May he continue to maintain this, grow healthily, and surely have a bright future!**
—— Montessori Sunshine Kindergarten, Teacher Anna"
Casare looked at the card filled with praise and couldn't help but smile naturally, nodding in agreent: "Indeed, that's very high praise, Caesar is bright and kind, sure to be exceptional in the future."
Victor carefully placed the little red flower back on the desk in a prominent position, his tone tinged with mixed feelings and relief: "Yes, when I was young, I road the streets, barely touched any books, and managed to write my na properly was already good enough, I never imagined, Caesar is such a good kid."
He paused, his voice carrying a barely noticeable hint of longing, "Study well, understand principles, follow the right path, and surely have a great future, stronger than our generation."
Casare nodded deeply in agreent, ready to smoothly present the docunt, reporting the pressing issue brought by the police minister.
Just then, Victor spoke again, as if casually asking:
"Casare, who do you think is more obedient, Caesar or Bruto?"
The question was asked lightly, but it froze Casare's blood instantly!
His smile froze on his face, a rush of coldness shot from his feet to his head.
Bruto... the legitimate son born to Victor's legal wife, although young, has the formal status representing another future and power structure.
This question, where was it asking which of the two children was more obedient?
This was clearly asking, in the mind of this strongman shaping xico's future, which of the two children, carrying his blood but representing different paths and backgrounds, is more in his favor?
Behind this is the deep and complex family internal relations, the shadow of future power structure, a forbidden topic sufficient to ruin any inford person forever.
Though xico is democratic...
But it's like a feudal emperor in ancient tis asking his ministers:
Who resembles the Crown Prince more!
Can this question be answered?
Casare's head was big as a bull!
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