Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1520 711: Destruction Has Never Been Only About the

"Hmm, loyalty is good." Victor nodded, seemingly accepting this statent.

He casually took a polaroid cara from a nearby bodyguard, handed it to Humls, and then pointed with his chin at those distant "targets," "Go, do a favor, run over there, take so close-up shots of those who haven't died yet, I want to see the effect."

Humls was baffled, completely unable to understand what Victor wanted to do. But Victor's order couldn't be disobeyed, so he could only tremble as he took the cara, glanced at the bloody scene in the distance, forced himself to suppress the fear and nausea, and started jogging over there.

Watching his receding back, the smile on Victor's face gradually faded. He raised the handgun in his hand once again, aiming at Humls' increasingly distant back.

Both Casare and Rohus held their breath.

"Bang!"

The first bullet hit the ground beside Humls' heel, kicking up a spray of dust.

Frightened, Humls let out a howl and ran even faster, in a chaotic and unsightly manner.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bullet after bullet fired, accurately landing on Humls' sides and in front of him, forcing him to dart around like a headless fly, screaming wildly.

The magazine was emptied again.

Humls was already limp near the targets, hugging his head as his body shook like a sieve.

Victor lowered the gun and disdainfully sneered at Humls' pitiful state.

It was still a bodyguard who dragged him back.

He habitually used his "Golden Finger" to scan the Humls collapsed on the ground.

Originally, Victor only wanted to check the extent to which this guy was involved in embezzling state assets.

However, with this sweep, an unexpected ssage instantly surfaced.

It turns out he had deep connections with the Angsa Capital in the United States, which was still resisting.

This was outrageous!

Victor had explicitly stated that no business should be done with these people because the anti-Vic sentint was especially high in the Angsa Group.

He shouted toward the collapsed Humls, in a seemingly casual tone, "Humls, how are the business dealings with your old friends in Boston going? Is the political asylum they promised you reliable?"

Humls' body suddenly stiffened on the ground, he abruptly raised his head, looking in Victor's direction, his face looking sowhat unsightly.

This reaction explained everything.

Because of his cousin's affairs, he knew his position was unstable, unable to sleep every day, his spirit almost on the verge of collapse, he wanted to flee, already secretly "washed" so assets out, as long as he escapes, he could live lavishly.

But the financial regulatory authorities were closely watching people like them.

It was just in the last couple of days he had contacted the snakehead, oh wow, then Victor called him over.

"No wonder he's so bold."

Victor didn't waste any more words, casually tossed the empty handgun to the nearby bodyguard, then took an already loaded MP5 submachine gun from another bodyguard.

He raised the gun, the dark muzzle aid at him.

"Da da da da da——!!!"

The MP5 spewed bullets like torrential rain, instantly enveloping Humls and the surrounding ground.

The body was jolted by the bullet's kinetic energy.

Victor expressionlessly handed the emptied submachine gun back to the bodyguard, as if he had just casually crushed a bug.

He turned his head, speaking to the solemn-faced Casare beside him, "See? Sotis the cancer in the business world is more deserving of death than an ard enemy and is even more hidden."

He patted Casare's arm, "Cleaning the house must be done like this."

Casare's Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed, quickly nodding, "Yes, boss, I understand."

"It's been a long ti since I personally took action; they all think I'm just ditating peacefully."

Victor lit a cigarette, his gaze fierce, "When they don't dare face head-on, they try every ans to destroy the hard-won life we have, damn them to hell."

The ideology of Europe and Arica can't be resolved in the short term, there are too many national positions, you can't possibly fill them all with your own people.

Just like the position of President of the National Business Committee held by Humls, it's ant to allocate als to a group of people, but in the end...

He will only direct his greed at his country.

Capital has no country!

Moreover, although Victor seems fierce, many would rather go to Europe than co to xico for business.

xico's GDP growth has started to slowly decline, and he's facing the issues faced by all military governnts, economic decline.

When everyone truly can't have enough to eat, social hostility will increase, and by then, even if Victor had the Tsar, it wouldn't help.

Look at Quan Xiaojiang and Park Xiaojiang...

If Roosevelt hadn't stimulated the economy and redistributed wealth, ili Ruan would've collapsed long ago.

Capital has no country.

...

Belize.

Director Schultz was invited into the office by Li Wenbin, and as he just stepped inside, he keenly sensed a gravity and oppression in the air that was different from usual.

"Li, what happened?"

"Everyone's faces don't look good."

The team mbers exchanged glances, yet no one spoke first, the atmosphere almost solidifying with awkwardness.

Li Wenbin took a deep breath, his face a calm expression after suppression, he walked in front of Schultz and handed over the sowhat crumpled paper with the reward list written on it, "Director, take a look yourself."