Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1536: 716: Why Judge Me? (Part 2)

Capítulo 1536: Chapter 716: Why Judge ? (Part 2)

“Governor.”

The Governor shivered.

“Clean up this place.”

Felix pointed to the corpses and blood on the ground, speaking as if instructing a servant to tidy up. “Then, prepare a detailed state governnt work report, particularly focusing on public safety, financial expenditure, and minority policies. Deliver it to my temporary office by midnight tonight.”

“Okay!”

Felix said no more, leaving the eting room filled with the atmosphere of death and fear, accompanied by guards.

The remaining people looked at each other in confusion, not believing they survived?

The door closed behind him, muffling the sound of suppressed sobbing and retching inside.

In the hallway, soldiers stood alert with their guns, their eyes vigilant. Felix walked down the empty corridor, his military boots echoing sharply and coldly on the tiles.

As he walked, he instructed Major Marcos beside him, “The people on the list, raid their residences and arrest their families.”

“Understood, sir!” Major Marcos replied solemnly, a flash of fierceness in his eyes. He understood what “necessary asures” implied—there was no need for rcy for these parasites.

The law could judge…

But now Victor had granted him “power,” so he had to uproot Michoacán State.

…

Three military trucks and two machine gun-mounted jeeps violently crashed through the ornate iron gate, rolling over the ticulously trimd lawn. Soldiers leapt off the vehicles like wolves and tigers, led by an Army Captain.

Inside the villa, the wife of the Treasury Director, Salsedo, a middle-aged woman adorned with jewels, was attempting to stuff so jewelry into a Louis Vuitton suitcase.

Her teenage son, dressed in branded sportswear, hid behind his mother in fear.

“What are you doing? This is a ho invasion! My husband is the Treasury Director!” the woman shouted sharply, trying to maintain a final shred of dignity.

“Your husband?” The Captain sneered, kicking over the pricey crystal coffee table in the center of the living room, causing a shattering sound that startled the woman, “Your husband was just at the City Hall eting room, got a bullet to his head, and now the corpse is probably cold.”

The woman instantly turned pale, collapsing on the ground.

“Search!” The Captain waved his hand.

The soldiers imdiately spread out, beginning the violent search. They smashed locked cabinet doors with rifle butts, slashed open luxurious leather sofas with bayonets, and dumped the contents of the drawers onto the floor—silk clothes, designer bags, and docunts scattered everywhere.

“Report! Master bedroom safe.”

The Captain approached the heavily embedded wall safe, wordlessly taking a small explosive tube from a soldier’s hand.

Forcibly wedging it into the gap.

“Damn, what code!”

“Boom!”

A muffled explosion tore open the safe door, revealing bundles of US Dollars, gold bars, and several velvet boxes filled with jewelry.

The scent of currency ink mixed with the sll of post-blast gunpowder.

“Register!” The Captain ordered impassively.

In the underground wine cellar, the soldiers found even more astounding items, stacks of imported wines filling the corners, and even a whole wall of humidified cigar cabinets.

A soldier roughly opened a beautifully packaged wooden box—not containing wine, but brand-new AK-47 rifles and pistols wrapped in oilcloth.

“Ha, quite complete.” The scar-faced Captain picked up an AK, pulling the bolt.

anwhile, Salsedo’s son was dragged out by two soldiers, crying and holding onto a new gaming console.

“Let go of my son! You robbers!” the woman scread hysterically, rushing forward.

The scar-faced Captain swung his rifle butt against the wall beside her, causing plaster to fall, “Shut up! Make one more noise and I’ll bury you both!” He pointed at the boy, “Take them away! His mother too!”

The mother and son were forcibly loaded into the military truck amidst cries and curses.

Elsewhere, Dias, who claid to be “clean,” drove only dostic cars. But soldiers found a whole other world at a luxury apartnt under his mistress’s na.

Leading the team was a ruthless-eyed lieutenant from the security regint.

When they broke in, Dias’s mistress, more than twenty years younger than him, was wearing silk pajamas, frantically calling on the phone.

The phone was snatched and smashed instantly.

“Search!”

The apartnt wasn’t large but extrely opulent.

The soldiers soon found a hidden compartnt in the bedroom wall—not containing cash, but dozens of forged passports, identification docunts, and Swiss Bank account ledgers indicating large, complex fund flows.

“Damn, quite a player.” The lieutenant spat.

In the study, a safe disguised as books contained even more shocking items.

Several thick albums filled with explicit photos of Dias with different won, including so clearly XX young girls, plus group photos with fierce-looking, tattoo-covered gang mbers. There were also several tapes labeled with indecent titles.

Many are without boundaries, isn’t there a news story about a Japanese official caught watching “underage” films on a plane and got arrested?

It’s too common for people to be hypocritical.

And approaching the Millennium, technology is rapidly advancing, the internet is filled with strange and wicked entities.

“Scum!” Even the lieutenant, seasoned in dealing with the Dark Side, couldn’t help but curse.