Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 808: 440: "My humanity is only enough to pity myself

Chapter 808: Chapter 440: “My humanity is only enough to pity myself.

Victor usually stayed in the lounge of the National Palace, making it convenient to locate and contact him imdiately.

Tonight, he had finally gone to bed early, only to be woken up by soone pushing him in his sleep.

“General, General~”

He groggily opened his eyes and saw Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei standing by his bedside.

“What’s the matter?”

“Mr. Casare, Army Chief Erich Ludendorff, and Border Control Authority’s Joseph Foucher are waiting for you in the office.”

Upon hearing this, Victor’s eyelids raised slightly. Sothing must have gone wrong—why else would these three departnts gather?

He slipped into his slippers and, wrapping himself in a thick, plush coat, headed out quickly, so fast that even Xiafei had trouble keeping up.

When he arrived at the office, he pushed open the door to see the three n whispering to one another. The mont they saw him, they imdiately stood up.

“What happened?”

Joseph Foucher glanced at Casare before speaking first, “Around 11 tonight, I received a call from soone claiming to be the deputy commander of the Texas National Guard’s 136th Regint. He told he wanted to defect, but in exchange, he hoped we could ensure his family’s safety. To demonstrate his sincerity, he gave a location.”

“At a private, abandoned airfield near Petras City in Coahuila State… we discovered… discovered…”

He struggled to continue.

Casare spoke up, picking up the thread: “We found over 10,000 corpses, organs soaked in preservative solutions, around three hundred missing children, an unknown quantity of drugs, and other items we’ve yet to fully inventory.”

!!!!

Victor’s eyes flew open at the ntion of the first statistic. By the ti he heard the rest, he froze for a mont before laughing furiously out of sheer rage.

“Good, good, good!”

He slamd his palm against the desk. “There are still Rats hiding in our sewers, committing atrocities and acting with impunity, and I didn’t know about it?”

“Who is the mayor of Petras City? Who is the police chief? Who is the local security team leader? Arrest them all! Ten thousand corpses! Even if I had let a dog loose, it would’ve slled the stench of rot in the air. And they, they didn’t know anything?!”

“They’re absolute idiots!”

The weight of Victor’s enraged tirade made the three n shrink like trapped grasshoppers, their heads hung low, not daring to make a sound or even breathe too loudly, for fear of being dragged into his wrath.

Indeed…

This was utterly absurd.

An abandoned airfield wasn’t exactly a small place—it covered a vast area. It wouldn’t have been hard to investigate. Without a doubt, the local police chief had been derelict in duty, and it took a defector’s tip-off to uncover this den of depravity. Otherwise, this monstrous cri site might have remained hidden forever.

“Investigate! Find out where those people are hiding!”

“I order the border to be sealed. The entire nation is to enter Level Two combat readiness. Strictly scrutinize all Aricans. Roml is to dispatch a regint to Petras City. Lock it down tight—nobody goes in, nobody cos out. Ludendorff, you will personally take command. I want a result.”

The Army Chief imdiately stood up straighter, pulling in his round belly. “Yes, sir!”

“Order the Internal Affairs Bureau to thoroughly investigate all officials, top to bottom.”

“Yes, sir!”

With just one command from Victor, the machinery of governnt began turning.

The Military Departnt of the Fourth Army received the deploynt order and imdiately instructed the 37th Regint, part of the 355th Division close to Petras City, to head toward the target. Major General Sigismund William List personally led the troops.

“Move, move, move!”

“Secure your weapons and set the safety!”

“Brief the officers in the vehicles. All personnel, advance toward Petras City at once.”

The 37th Regint, stationed in Union Town, assembled for an ergency deploynt at 1:45 a.m. Soldiers at the base hurriedly packed their rucksacks, while groups of seven or eight carried heavy gun lockers from the armory to load onto trucks. The entire camp operated with muffled efficiency, keeping noise to a minimum, not even turning on the lights.

Nearby residents, awakened by the sounds of the ergency assembly, pulled on so clothes and moved to their windows to peer outside—they spotted convoy after convoy of military vehicles pulling out of the base.

“Is there going to be a war? All those vehicles?” a wife whispered anxiously from her ho.

Her husband frowned and shook his head. “I don’t think so. The 37th Regint rarely mobilizes. Besides, look—they didn’t deploy armored vehicles, just troop transports. It’s probably an urgent mission.”

The wife let out a sigh of relief. “As long as there’s no war.”

“Alright, go back to sleep. We’ve got work in the morning.”

A regint, totaling over 3,000 troops, dispatched more than 130 vehicles in various categories—Humvees, troop carriers, and so on. The entire convoy stretched nearly ten kiloters from front to back. Military deploynts like this were always imposing.

Union Town was about 200 kiloters from Petras City. After traveling for over four hours, the troops arrived at dawn. As early risers prepared for work, the unit moved in, securing key roads and blocking off exit points in the city.

By eight in the morning, when Petras City’s residents awoke, they were startled to see ard soldiers with masks patrolling the streets.

They almost thought drug traffickers had stord the town!

anwhile, curious onlookers gathering at red lights whispered to one another, swapping bits of information about the commotion.

“What’s going on? The military’s here—who are they after?”

“Not sure. I heard they rolled in around four or five in the morning. No one’s allowed to leave the city. See over there?” An older man with white hair and a sleeveless vest—who still looked fit and spry—pointed to a corner. Four or five dejected individuals sat with their heads down, hands clasped behind their necks.

He spoke with a hint of schadenfreude. “Those guys tried to force their way out. Once a gun was pointed at their heads, they beca more obedient than my grandson.”

In xico, anyone who lived long enough was bound to be tough.

“I heard—I’m just saying what I heard—that sothing happened at an abandoned airfield outside the city. They supposedly found thousands of corpses out there.”

Others couldn’t resist leaning closer to hear the speaker flaunt his intelligence.