The car door was opened, and a fully ard Northern Army soldier donning sunglasses grabbed his hair and pulled him down from the car.
"I am useful, I am El ncho…"
The soldier lifted his gun butt and smashed it down on his head!
anwhile, three other bodyguards who weren’t killed were bound by hands and feet.
Ludwig Becker, arriving behind, was ecstatic!
He clutched El ncho’s hair and stared at his face.
"Hahaha, who would have thought it really is you!"
"Mad dog, El ncho."
By now, he had lost the arrogant deanor he once had on television and his eyes carried a plea.
"Quick, send the good news to the division commander!"
Ludwig Becker grinned broadly.
There would be promotions and riches.
When Alexeyevich Brusilov, the commander of the Third Division, received the news, he too was stunned.
It hadn’t been long.
Had they really captured the new leader of Jalisco?
Could this be so sort of mistake?
He asked several tis over, and each ti he received a confird answer, he beca exceedingly delighted and imdiately instructed soone to relay the ssage to the command center.
Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei hurried into the command center, his face also bearing joy.
Inside, various staff mbers were tensely evaluating the battlefield situation, but Victor sat still.
His presence alone was reassuring.
"General, El ncho has been captured by our frontline troops!"
Joseph Xiafei couldn’t help but raise his voice.
Victor was shocked, and on the other side, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others stopped talking and all turned their heads.
Dozens of eyes stared at him, and even with Joseph Xiafei’s good composure, he now felt like swallowing.
"El ncho?" Victor asked.
Joseph Xiafei nodded.
"Hahaha!"
Victor stood up and burst out laughing.
"What happened? Give us details, everyone listen."
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others moved closer.
"Apparently, El ncho was immobilized due to his continuously rising blood sugar and diabetic foot; by the ti he tried to flee, our n had already caught up with him." Joseph Xiafei, maintaining a soldier’s concise manner of speaking, spared no extra details.
Victor’s expression stiffened as he and the others exchanged looks, an awkward silence filling the room.
The situation wasn’t complicated, even mundane, yet…capturing a significant drug trafficker due to illness was sowhat comical.
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"It seems fate is on our side!" said Victor, laughing, "It shows that the ti, location, and people are all in our favor, and the liberation of xico is just around the corner!"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others promptly applauded; not clapping would be ungrateful—whatever the general said was always right.
"Announce this event publicly, have the xico News Agency broadcast the whole process live, have him escorted to Tepic where I will publicly declare his guilt!"
"Order the Third Army Division to press hard and not give Jalisco’s drug traffickers a chance to regroup. Command the Second Army Division’s two regints to reinforce the Third!"
Initially, they just wanted to curb the arrogance of the drug traffickers, but now they’d caught their leader—what else was there to wait for!
Directly liberate Jalisco!
They absolutely could not give them a chance to catch their breath.
There would be more benefits later, not to ntion increasing the revenue of a state, and besides, this place was closer to xico City!
Ambition was closer too!
Most importantly, the Northern Army Navy gained several more ports of entry, even waiting for the ti to build a ho port!
Aircraft carriers?
If the United States could have them, why shouldn’t xico?
If those bastards from Japan could have them, why shouldn’t xico?
When the ti cos, if they dare to talk nonsense!
They would learn what it ans when we say nobility and high-ranking officials—are there any by birth!---
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