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"I want to see the General, I want to see the Governor!"
In a large plaza in Tijuana.
Edison Michael Flores, the head of the Customs General Administration, was bound hand and foot with ropes, the other ends tied to a Humvee.
Below were the institution's staff mbers who had been summoned to witness the execution.
Goebbels was reading out the indictnt, accusing him of his cris.
"Embezzling over 120 jin of gold, 6 million US Dollars, 800,000 Hong Kong dollars, 1.2 million British Pounds, providing smuggling channels for drug traffickers—his cris are grievous! Following a trial by the court, he is sentenced to death!"
"Carry out the execution!"
Edison Michael Flores yelled furiously, "Victor, I curse you! May you die a horrible death, Victor!!!"
Boom, boom, boom, the accelerator was pressed, and the deafening noise imdiately drowned out his yelling; finally pulling in all directions.
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Even Shang Yang would say that was cunningly done.
The blood spattered onto the staff mbers who were closest to the front; one woman fainted on the spot.
The rest were trembling with fear.
"Let it be clear where our bottom line is, those who collude with drug traffickers will die!" Goebbels shouted loudly.
"Dismissed!"
The crowd was then taken away by their respective supervisors.
Goebbels looked at them with a sneer, these predators always feel like they can do anything; let them understand that the General dares to kill anyone.
He turned his head to glance at the corpse with disgust.
"Clean it up, feed it to the dogs."
To be fed to dogs even in death, it shows how much Victor loathed Flores; he didn't even want to give him a final bit of dignity.
And at this ti, the Emperor.
He did not attend the execution.
Lately, his mood had not been very good, just feeling suspense and trepidation.
A minor car racing incident had unexpectedly led to a smuggling case that shocked the nation, with a total of 231 arrests, 78 of whom were sentenced to death, and the rest sentenced to re-education through labor.
The Customs General Administration and border control stations were the focus.
Victor planned to have these two places directly managed by the military, with the local Marine Mayor also serving as the head of the Border Patrol Departnt.
Even within the military, people were implicated, with several low-ranking officers and soldiers said to be sharing in the proceeds; the military's top brass, Kennedy, was furious.
These individuals were directly tried and sent to prison according to the degree of their cris.
Victor also realized that Latin Aricans inherently possess a "talent" for cri, aning that even after enlisting, they needed strict managent, which led to the establishnt of the Military Managent Office, with Marcus Phoenix, forrly of the Anti-Drug and Counter-Terrorism Unit, appointed as the head.
The Internal Affairs Bureau established the Internal Affairs Investigation Departnt, also known as the Economic Cris Departnt, to keep an eye on those bureaucrats and put a tightening spell on them!
Victor had to make it clear to everyone: success is success, mistakes are mistakes. We are a regular army, not so warlords from the old days!
If you make a mistake, you have to take the punishnt.
And for those with different thoughts?
If you are not honest and dignified, I will make sure you beco dignified!
He could clearly feel it, a thorough cleansing from top to bottom.
He put the pen down and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling so soreness. Being an arbitrator was never simple; as soon as he opened his eyes each day, it was always people jostling and jockeying, a never-ending rush.
"General, there is news from Brazil," George Smiley, who had temporarily taken over the work of the intelligence departnt, rushed in.
"They are going to send delegates to discuss actions against international drug trafficking organizations. Vice President Pedro will lead the team, accompanied by mbers of the Brazilian BOPE tactical police and other Anti-Drug Force spokespeople."
"What about other countries?" Victor asked with a look of pleasure.
"Colombia has not replied; Cuba, Venezuela have all agreed to participate, while Chile, Argentina, Guatemala, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica have explicitly stated they will not participate."
Victor was an idealist full of Latin Arican flair; many called him a leftist. On this land occupied by drugs, hegemony, and injustice, he still had the courage to fight.
But he also knew that even a hero needs help, and going it alone can lead to a sudden demise.
He planned to hold the "First World Anti-Drug Conference" in Tijuana to discuss the issue of drug proliferation with everyone.
So, he reached out to so of the countries severely affected by drugs and contacted many countries in Latin Arica, but it seed they were still afraid of the United States' influence.
"People from the East have also been inquiring about us…" George Smiley said.
Victor hesitated before shaking his head, "We are too close to the United States; let's not provoke them with this sort of thing."
"It's fine, although it's just a few of us for now, justice will ultimately be on our side. The team will surely grow larger. Let's set the date for May 1, we have one month to prepare. We must ensure the conference goes smoothly; those drug traffickers are sure to make so kind of disturbance. Tell them who the real power broker in xico is."
George Smiley nodded vigorously.
He also knew that this anti-drug conference was an important ans for the Northern Governnt to spread its influence abroad. If the conference was sabotaged by drug traffickers, it would be equivalent to dragging Victor's reputation through the mud.
He would lose all face.
Certainly, many were waiting to see a spectacle.
But they could not let those people get what they wished for.
"You are fully responsible for this; I believe you won't disappoint ."
George Smiley's face was flushed with excitent, "Loyalty!"
Victor instructed him a few more tis, then suddenly changed the subject to inquire about the "London Drug Traffickers' Gathering."
"Hydra has already infiltrated them; we'll give them a bit of physical shock!" George Smiley's tone was also ruthless, his eyes flashing with determination.
Victor grabbed a pack of Cal cigarettes, offered one to George Smiley, who hesitated before accepting it with both hands.
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