Capítulo 1548: Chapter 720: Don Quixote’s Overconfidence
The two jogged to an observation platform at the end of the runway, stopped, leaned on the railing, and gazed at the gradually awakening city skyline in the distance.
The dawn painted a golden edge on xico City’s skyline.
It looked magnificent.
Victor perford simple stretches, rotated his wrists and ankles, and spoke as if casually, “Casare, do you think… I’ve stayed in xico City for too long?”
He turned his head, seemingly inadvertently fixing his gaze on Casare, “So long that so people down there have almost forgotten who I am, forgotten how this country has risen step by step from the ruins.”
These words were light as a feather, yet they struck like lightning in Casare’s heart.
His calf-stretching movent suddenly froze, his hand instinctively braced against the railing; he lifted his head and t Victor’s deep gaze. Casare felt his throat tighten, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
As a confidant, he certainly understood what his boss ant by those words.
There was significant dissatisfaction with the bureaucrats below.
He was going to… eliminate soone!
Just like why ancient emperors loved to tour. Besides that guy Qian liking to chase won and find sugar daddies, it was basically to consolidate the lower ranks.
To tell everyone, “Heaven is watching!”
Victor didn’t wait for him to respond, seemingly not needing his answer either.
He turned back, looking at the city below,
“Is the situation in Michoacán an isolated case?”
He paused, as if asking himself, yet also interrogating Casare.
“The cri networks here in Latin Arica are like wild grass; once burnt, as long as the roots remain, a spring breeze can bring them back to life instantly. And our geographical location in xico is too good, so good that those desperados are reluctant to let go. To the north, we connect to the Golden Yuan Empire, south leads to Chaotic Heaven, and if we don’t clean up our own house, this becos the best breeding ground, springboard, and cash cow for them.”
“The pests and bandits in Michoacán have been caught, but I ask you, Casare, nationwide, how many ‘Hernandez Families’ are secretly operating their smuggling routes? How many ‘Santa Ana Freedom People’ are entrenched in remote corners, thinking that the mountains are high and the Emperor is far away? Those officials whose books are spotless, those generations-old families seemingly obeying the law, those businesses whose accounts look perfect and contribute to GDP… even certain organizations with legitimate facades…”
Victor suddenly turned his head.
“How tangled have their hands and their network of interests beco with those unspeakable things, sucking the blood of this country, fattening their wallets, while thinking they can always hide in the shadows?”
When viewed in parallel, are so disasters really the result of human actions?
Or deliberately done?
“There are things I won’t take the bla for. And if… I let you take my position, would you dare do it? When Felix’s generation cos up, will they dare to strike against those Brahmas who have already controlled GDP and local discourse?”
Hearing this, Casare only felt his mouth dry, his heart pounding as if about to burst out of his chest.
!!!! The information content in this sentence was too massive.
“Boss…” Casare’s voice carried a hint of unnoticeable hoarseness. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, “I understand, the body of the nation needs periodic detoxification. So abscesses, if not thoroughly drained, will only spread deeper.”
“No matter what, I support you.”
Victor’s expression softened slightly.
“Prepare to assemble a lean team; the personnel must be absolutely reliable, and not only discreet but also clear-minded. Once the dust in Michoacán settles and the situation stabilizes, I will leave xico City, go down, and take a look around.”
“Going south first, then circling north.”
“Give so people a chance and also a warning. Let them clean up their act, retract their unnecessary hands. If by the ti I stand before them, they still remain stubborn…”
Casare nodded heavily, “I understand, Boss. I will personally ensure the selection of the team mbers, leaving no room for error. It’s good for you to take a look around, to wake up those people below.”
“Hmm,” Victor nodded slightly as he continued down the steps of the observation platform, saying, “Governing a country is like treating an illness. Severe cases require strong dicine, but we mustn’t slack in the subsequent care. Killing alone cannot create a bright and clear sky; we must establish rules, foster a spirit, so that everyone understands that abiding by the law and being loyal to the country is the only way to survive and have a future.”
It was rare for Victor to say such things,
Casare followed closely, agreeing, “You’re right. Thunderous ans are a last resort. In the end, we still need to establish a long-term chanism that makes officials afraid to be corrupt, unable to be corrupt and leaves bandits with nowhere to hide.”
High salaries to ensure honesty is actually a fallacy.
A high salary ans no greed?
A high salary makes one greedier, like saying eunuchs don’t chase won? Nonsense.
As the two were talking, Guard Commander Rohus Mishi jogged briskly from the other end of the runway, a hint of residual tension still etched on his face.
“Leader, Mr. Casare.”
Mishi stood still, speaking quickly, “Just received an ergency report from Michoacán. Commander Xiafei, during a patrol to the border area this morning, encountered an ambush by a small group of ard militants.”
Casare’s heart skipped a beat, quickly asking, “What’s the situation? Is Commander Xiafei okay?”
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