Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 768 - 425 Fishing Enforcement!_3

768: Chapter 425: Fishing Enforcement!_3

768 -425: Fishing Enforcement!_3

“Don’t worry, in Rodmo City, you can do whatever you like.

Just don’t kill anyone, or it’ll be hard for me to clean up.

Oh, and…” Benjamin Alvarez made a motion of rubbing his fingers together, “I need to smooth things out.”

The white man frowned.

The other party was being a bit greedy, but since the fish was already on the hook, he had to keep feeding it.

Suppressing his displeasure, he said, “One hundred thousand US dollars.

I’ll wire it to your account shortly.”

The other man nodded with a smile.

“Pleasure doing business!”

After sending the white man off with a smug grin, Benjamin Alvarez returned to his office and began kissing a pair of red leather shoes.

He was well aware of what they were made of.

But his twisted mind found it soothing.

Like…

Having sex.

As he was grinding himself against the leather shoes, the door suddenly burst open.

Benjamin Alvarez jolted and quickly turned his head.

The curse words lingering on his lips were swallowed back when he saw who had arrived.

His face turned pale as a sheet.

“Internal Affairs Bureau, Special Investigation Unit.

Come have a cup of tea.”

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The white man left the police station happily humming a tune and drove his car to the Balder Group building.

This was the largest ore purchaser in the central region.

It also operated retail and insurance businesses.

The boss, Alberto Baye, had a net worth of 7 billion US dollars.

He was also a member of the American Mining Association and the Red Shoes Club.

The white man parked his car in a shaded spot downstairs and climbed out of the vehicle, humming in high spirits.

He took a couple of steps when…

Bang!!

A loud noise erupted from behind him, startling him.

He whirled around to see someone lying on the roof of his car, eyes wide open, staring dead at him.

“Alberto!!!”

The white man screamed in shock.

A CEO worth billions of dollars…

had jumped to his death?!

His mind went blank…

“Guess he couldn’t take it.

The General wanted to ask him for a bit of cash, and he refused.

Wouldn’t give it up?

Then he gets to be the flying man.” A mocking voice sounded from behind him.

The white man turned around to find a Mexican man standing there in a black suit, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Who are you?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“What do you want?”

Classic questions of philosophy.

“Jason Bourne.

You’ve heard of me, haven’t you?”

The white man’s face changed drastically.

He turned to run, but with a loud bang, a bullet struck the ground in front of him, forcing him to come to an abrupt halt in terror.

“Move again, and the next bullet goes straight into your head.” As Jason Bourne spoke, a red laser beam from a distance danced across the man’s forehead before finally resting on his chest.

Sniper!

The white man quickly raised his hands, trembling.

“Don’t…

don’t kill me.”

“Of course, I won’t kill you.

We just want you to do something for us.

If you succeed, we’ll work everything out.”

“Help!

I’ll definitely help!

Just don’t shoot, okay?

What do you need?”

Jason Bourne pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

“All you need to do is go on television and admit that these people are connected to the Red Shoes Club.

Simple as that.”

The white man took a glance and widened his eyes in disbelief.

Salinas Group, Ronimo Chain, Francisco Transport Mining Company, PRGD Oceanic Industries…

Thirty-eight in total.

All of them financial tycoons!

“The General’s a bit short on cash right now, so he’s looking for a loan.

They’re being a little stingy, and that’s not good for unity, is it?”

Jason Bourne smiled as he spoke.

“The boss wants to invite them to try out the flying man act or take a night tour of the Mexico River.”

“So, what do you say?

Willing to help?”

Victor had stabilized his footing in Mexico City…

And now he was finally extending his hand toward the central region’s big capitalists and financial tycoons.

Victor: Tycoons, huh?

What a coincidence.

I’ve got a title too—Warlord.

And now I’m a little short on cash…

I rob…

Or I “borrow” a bit?

What’s the big deal?

Am I taking it for myself?

No, I’m using it for the country, for the people, for the greater good of society.

If the mountain won’t come to me, then I’ll just go to the mountain.

The Red Shoes Club was just an excuse for Victor’s laundering operations.

Time to let them experience the joys of dealing with a warlord!

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