Chapter 923: Chapter 485: The Stars Will Shine Sooner or Later!
“Let go of !”
“Let go of !!”
Vasili struggled desperately, his eyes swollen, his entire face bruised and discolored—he had clearly been “well taken care of.”
Dragging him in shackles and handcuffs, the Internal Affairs Bureau mbers forced him to climb toward the mountaintop “Sonora Liberation Cetery.”
Perhaps sensing sothing, Vasili’s pupils seized with fright. He struggled even harder, his voice trembling…
“Kill , kill now, just kill !”
“Vasili, look! Who is that?” Standing behind him was Deputy Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg, pointing loudly at the distant Alvarez statue.
Vasili instinctively raised his head, locking eyes briefly with the statue before hastily averting his gaze, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
Edward Fritz Blomberg grabbed Vasili’s head forcefully, “I said, look at him!”
Vasili struggled, but his neck strength was no match for the vice-grip of Blomberg’s hands. He was forcibly turned to face the statue, his head pinned down firmly. “Do you still rember who he is?”
“Do you rember Alvarez?”
“Do you rember the bloody battles he fought in the industrial zone?”
“Do you rember his rallying cry, his resolve to reshape xico?”
Vasili’s ntal defenses crumbled. He opened his mouth, tears streaming down, biting his lips so hard that blood seeped through his gums.
“You betrayed him! You betrayed the 377 fallen comrades! You betrayed your beliefs! You betrayed xico!”
“I didn’t!”
Vasili scread, “I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t…”
But his voice grew weaker and weaker, until finally, he lost all strength and knelt on the ground, his mouth wide open, shaking his head desperately.
Blomberg’s face darkened. “When this cetery was first built, you ca almost every month. Even when military duties were tight, you still ca here to talk to your comrades. But later… how long has it been since your last visit? What are you afraid of? Aren’t you scared of standing before Alvarez and being left speechless?”
An unrelenting ntal attack!
A man nearby wielded a cara, broadcasting the entire scene live—to San Diego, Guadalajara, xico City, and the Southern Anti-drug Battlefield frontlines. Battalion-level officers sat upright, their expressions varying as they watched intently.
Edward Fritz Blomberg’s accusations hit Vasili’s heart like a sledgehamr.
“Under the orders of the Supre Leadership, sentenced to hamr execution!”
“Prepare for execution!”
A burly executioner from the Internal Affairs Bureau approached, holding a hamr faintly stained with traces of blood—a testant to the countless lives that had perished beneath it.
As expected, internal issues were often resolved “discreetly.” Especially for individuals with contributions or rits, even for capital punishnt, “extre” forms like the hamr execution were uncommon.
It was a “hidden rule.”
Who were the ones subjected to hamr executions?
Drug traffickers, human traffickers, serial killers, and so on.
Vasili was destined to be nailed to the pillar of sha…
“Wait!”
Vasili, who had been kneeling in despair, suddenly lifted his head, looking up at Blomberg with hopeless, pleading eyes. “Officer, can I be buried here…”
“You’re nothing but scum!”
“No more nonsense. Proceed with the execution!”
The executioner standing behind him raised the hamr.
“Ha—!!”
The hamr ca down with force. Vasili’s head exploded like a balloon, bone shards, blood, and shredded skin and flesh splattered everywhere. So even landed in the mouths of nearby witnesses.
Edward Fritz Blomberg’s eyelid twitched, but he wiped the corner of his mouth, unflinching, brushing off the bone fragnt. In a cold voice, he declared, “This is the price of betrayal. The military will not tolerate any parasites. All personnel with issues are hereby ordered to voluntarily report to the Military Departnt. If the Internal Affairs Bureau cos knocking…”
Witnessing a deputy army commander being executed live, many guilty officers couldn’t help but tremble in fear, wiping the cold sweat off their faces.
With a sharp click, the livestream ended in black.
At Guerrero State’s “Chilpancingo Military Camp,” Third Army Commander Alekseyevich Brusilov stood gloomily, slowly rising to his feet and turning around. “You’ve seen it. The General is furious, and the consequences are dire. If you have issues, confess them now. I can use my old face to plead for a way out for you. If…”
The officers exchanged glances but remained silent.
Vice Admiral Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus narrowed his eyes, adopting a more nacing tone. He signaled to the secretary at the door, who nodded quickly and brought in a large box.
“Inside are all the whistleblower letters and investigative reports collected over the past four months. Back then, facing provocations from the U.S. Military, we held off on addressing them. But that doesn’t an we were blind!”
He slamd the stack of envelopes onto the table with force.
The officers below flinched visibly at the sound.
“I… I surrender myself.”
At last, soone couldn’t resist raising his hand, his trembling voice betraying fear—a lieutenant colonel seated in the front rows, clearly wielding considerable authority.
“Oaks, what have you done? Tell everyone!” The Chief of Staff barked sharply.
“I once accepted a bribe of 100,000 US dollars from the Adelios Gang…”
“Hmph. You, a dignified director of the Military’s External Liaison Departnt, collaborating with gangsters—do you think your head feels too snug on your shoulders, and you’d rather have it chopped off and used as a chamber pot?”
Oaks turned pale, his expression instantly grim.
“Commander, I… I confess. I reported that Winston Montoya, the division commander, wanted to purchase drugs. I rely acted as the middleman…”
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