"Sooner or later, you two will ruin this family!" Phillips Caron said angrily to his wife, his face darkening as he walked inside the house; he needed to figure out how to keep the Governor from getting too angry.
His wife showed a smug smile behind him.
She was absolutely sure of herself.
She understood that if her husband weren’t so responsible or were the kind of man with a bad temper who could abandon her at any ti, she would never dare to be so temperantal.
It was because he was too good to her.
But as soon as she walked into the living room, the phone on the coffee table rang.
Phillips Caron picked up the phone, "Hello."
"Good evening, Director~" ca a very gentle male voice from the other end.
"Who are you?"
"Ebel Bablin, oh, perhaps you’ve never heard of , but I’m currently working for the dellin Cartel."
"Son of a bitch drug trafficker!" Phillips Caron cursed loudly and was about to hang up.
"Don’t be in such a hurry to hang up, sir. Since you look down on drug traffickers, why do you accept gifts? That Lamborghini Countach your son has isn’t cheap."
The Director of the Drug Enforcent Departnt’s face changed at these words, and he yelled at his wife who was walking in, "Who gave you that car!"
"Why are you shouting so loud…"
Phillips Caron grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and threw it, roaring ferociously, "Who gave it!!!"
Seeing how he was, the wife finally got scared, "It was... so man ca by, gave $400,000 and the car keys, so I just…"
"You took it?!"
Damn!!
The man on the phone chuckled twice, "Don’t get worked up, Director. We’re just making friends."
These so-called friends are bloody predators!
Phillips Caron’s eyes grew stormy, "And how do you propose we make friends?"
"Heh heh, don’t be nervous, we’re not going to eat you. How about this, co out for a coffee tomorrow, how about it?"
"I’ll give you the address tomorrow. I think you’ll grant this courtesy, right? You wouldn’t want... your son to get shot, would you? Oh, and by the way, he’s trafficking drugs."
Phillips Caron’s pupils shrank when he heard this; the voice on the phone faded, and he looked up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at his wife, "Your son is trafficking drugs!!"
The woman shivered at these words, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"I’m going to be killed because of you all!" He gritted his teeth, "I’m going to call now and have him arrested."
As he was about to make the call, the woman grabbed him, wailing, "Do you want him dead? If he’s captured, will he have any life left?!"
"Do you want our whole family dead?!"
"You’ve bled for the Governor, you’ve risked your life for xico, won’t he forgive you for this?"
Slap!
A direct slap ca flying in.
The wife was knocked to the ground, covering her face, and while she tried to thrash about, Phillips Caron straddled her and beat her left and right, swelling her face.
He stood up, still panting and with a vicious look in his eyes, "I’ll tell you, if he dies, we can have another child. We’ll just live like wealthy landlords, but if I really get involved with drug traffickers, and I die, you two will have to live like stray dogs."
Phillips Caron was clearer about life than anyone else.
The most important thing...
The Governor was truly ruthless towards drug traffickers. If he caught them himself, could there be a good outco? It would be ga over for the whole family!
Better to take initiative.
Besides the principle issue of drug trafficking, for an old-tir like Phillips Caron, many issues were not issues at all.
He decisively picked up the phone and called the Drug Enforcent Departnt’s duty officer, ordering them to imdiately arrest Audede Cassilach!
"The suspect is fleeing in a vehicle, if encountered resistance…"
Phillips Caron’s eyes twitched, and with so pain, "Shoot to kill on the spot!"
"Ah, ah, Caron, you... you want our son’s life." His wife sat on the floor crying and yelling, bawling.
"Carry out the order."
"Yes, Director!"
Phillips Caron collapsed limply onto the sofa, his spirit seed to be drained.
Outside, a heavy rain began to pour.
As if to say...
It’s all over.
He suddenly got up and ran out into the rain.
No matter how his wife called out from behind, he didn’t look back.
...
Governor’s Mansion.
Victor had a brief eting with the staff, confirming the decision to launch a "campaign" in Michoacan.
"After taking Michoacan, we’re only less than 400 kiloters from xico City, and only 50 kiloters away from the drug trafficker hub of Guerrero State. With artillery, we can kill them all!"
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"I command," Victor called out.
The seated generals all stood up.
"The 16th Regint of xico will attack from Colima State into the Delatamores Region, the 1st Marine Division will press south from Jalisco to cut off the roads of the Apachegan Region, trapping the drug traffickers reinforcing from the Northwest. The Air Force will provide aerial tactical guidance to the Fourth Battalion!"
"Michoacan’s liberation is today!"
"For loyalty!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others shouted.
After the eting, they went to convey the orders. Victor had just walked out of the eting room when he saw the Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei approaching with a man drenched all over, his body still slling of sweat.
"Caron?" Victor exclaid in surprise.
Only to see Phillips Caron suddenly kneeling in front of him, slapping himself several tis across the face, turning it red.
"What are you doing, hold him."
Joseph Xiafei hurriedly restrained his hands.
"I’m sorry to you, sorry to the brothers!" Phillips Caron cried out, "I’ve raised a bastard!!"
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