Capítulo 1571: Chapter 728: Internal Strife… External Threats?
Just as Little Bush was in the secret chamber in Washington, attempting to reunite the divided Arica with generous chips.
The capital of Quintana Roo, Chetumal, and the tourist destination Cancun were being swept by a cold wave from the highest authorities.
Governor Konrad Adenauer, after scrambling off Victor’s special train, knew well he was standing on the edge of a cliff, with not many chances left by Victor.
The first thing he did upon returning to the state governnt building was to summon the Minister of State Police, the Minister of Security, and the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Quintana Roo.
The atmosphere in the office was heavy, and Conrad had lost his usual composure. He slamd the table and roared, “Investigate! Dig three feet deep, investigate that mine, those missing tourists, every person involved in this matter, don’t let anyone off, I want results within 8 hours!”
He stared at the Minister of Police, “Those sub-bureaus under you, especially the Cancun branch, are the most closely tied with local underworld figures, don’t tell they haven’t heard a thing, make them spill everything they know right away, anyone who conceals is a conspirator.”
He then turned to the Minister of Security, “Coordinate all available enforcent powers, set up roadblocks, check all suspicious vehicles and personnel, especially those with criminal records, or possibly linked to illegal organ trafficking or human smuggling!”
Finally, he looked at the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, his tone slightly moderated, “The Ministry of Internal Affairs has independent investigative rights, please be sure to assist us, we need the professional capabilities of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.”
The person in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs nodded expressionlessly, “The leader has personally ordered, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will naturally be fully involved.”
The orders rolled down the hierarchy, and the efficiency of the entire Quintana Roo state’s violent machine began to run wildly.
In the Cancun City Police Departnt, in front of the Director stood an investigator from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and a commissioner dispatched by the governor.
“That mine, located in the northern suburbs, is a property of the abandoned ‘Yucatan Mining Company.’ According to land records, it was acquired three years ago by a shell company registered in the Cayman Islands.”
“Can’t be traced?” the investigator from the Ministry of Internal Affairs repeated.
“We are trying! So nearby villagers reported that in recent months, they often saw closed box trucks heading in that direction late at night, with no headlights on. We thought it was just illegal dumping…”
“Illegal dumping?” the commissioner sneered, “Does illegal dumping require hundreds of people, and then sealed with cent?”
At this mont, another officer rushed in, with a hint of excitent on his face, “Director, there’s a discovery. We’ve identified so suspicious vehicles from tire tracks extracted near the mine. One of the box trucks was found in an abandoned repair shop in the northern city. The truck had a large amount of bloodstains, and this.”
He handed over an evidence bag containing several earrings of different styles, a ring engraved with an English na, and a small piece of exotic-patterned torn clothing.
“After comparison, the ring belongs to a Canadian female college student who went missing three weeks ago on Cancun Beach. That clothing fragnt matches the pattern of a skirt seen in the last photo of an Arican female backpacker who lost contact two weeks ago on Won Island. These are all clues provided by the reporters.”
The Director straightened his chest as he saw his subordinates were so capable.
anwhile, the military’s involvent brought a more powerful sense of oppression. Major General Model of the 179th Army did as promised, deploying soldiers to assist police in setting up several checkpoints, rigorously inspecting vehicles on the main roads in and out of Cancun.
This arrangent, who wouldn’t be intimidated?
The focus is on overwhelming numbers, stirring the grass to frighten the snake, in such a
A crucial clue surfaced under high pressure.
An old officer responsible for file managent in the Cancun Police Departnt found the investigation team and provided a seemingly insignificant piece of information. About half a year ago, he accidentally overheard two colleagues, now transferred, boasting while drinking, ntioning “Boss Che Qiao’s business is booming. He no longer deigns to collect protection fees, focusing solely on the ‘high-end seafood’ business, making money fast.”
“Che Qiao?” The investigator from the Ministry of Internal Affairs imdiately seized on the na, “Which Che Qiao? What are his characteristics?”
“He has a scary snake tattoo on his face and neck,” the old officer recalled, “He’s a locally well-known gangster head, used to mainly collect protection fees from vendors and dabble in petty theft, but suddenly beca affluent, opened a small haulage company as a cover…”
“Snake tattoo? Haulage company…” The investigator quickly noted down, “Do you know where he usually hangs out? Or the address of his haulage company?”
“There’s a spot in the southern part of the city in the old warehouse district, but I’m not sure of the exact address. Though he seems to particularly like going to the ‘Wild Palm’ bar, which is run by soone close to him…”
The investigator reached out and patted the other’s shoulder, “Thank you.”
In the south city, at the “Wild Palm” bar.
It was not yet peak hours, and there were only a few guests in the bar.
Che Qiao was sitting in a booth in the corner, with a heavily made-up woman in his arms, drinking Tequila with annoyance. Although the mine business was done cleanly, he still felt uneasy.
The sudden order from above to dispose of all the “goods” was unusual in itself. Moreover, he vaguely heard reports that so bigwig was coming to Cancun.
“Damn, could it be coming for us?” he mumbled, downing another drink, having clawed his way to his current position from the bottom through ferocity and caution, with a beast’s instinct for danger.
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