Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 771 - 426 Kuzamar Reservoir Swimming Champion!_3

771: Chapter 426: Kuzamar Reservoir Swimming Champion!_3

771 -426: Kuzamar Reservoir Swimming Champion!_3

He glanced at the Boss; the other side had no intention of letting them leave alive.

Is a tycoon’s life not worth anything?

But damn, it felt so good!

Casare still remembered when he was young, back in the Old Mexico era.

The streets were full of robberies, and he grew up in Mexico City, where a line divided the slums from the wealthy districts.

He would cling to the railing on his side, staring at the other side like a dog.

Hoping those dressed in new clothes would throw him some pity.

Finally, he remembered it vividly.

One day in 1970, on his 10th birthday, while scavenging for garbage on his side of the barricade, he noticed a dog hole.

He crawled through it because he saw a cabbage lying on the ground.

But just as he was about to pick it up and go back, he was spotted by some rich kids.

They rushed at him, punching and kicking him, yelling loudly for him to get back to where the poor people belonged.

And their parents…

They just stood by quietly, as if it was all perfectly normal.

Casare didn’t dare to fight back.

He just covered his head and crawled back, like a dog.

He watched helplessly as the cabbage in his arms was stomped to shreds by those people.

He had hated, too—hated that his parents weren’t rich.

It was then that the seeds of resentment against the wealthy started taking root in his heart.

Later, when he followed Victor and rose up, he saw those once lofty elites kneeling at his feet, wailing.

The sheer ecstasy in his soul still made him feel good even now.

Tycoons…

Are just dogs!

“Bring Kennedy and Cuauhtémoc to my house tonight.

Let’s feast on this fish together.”

Casare nodded, “Alright.”

He paused, “Boss, Victoria’s Secret wants to do a fashion show in Mexico City.

Hailier will be coming.

I’d like to support her.”

Victor let out a nasal sound, a cigarette between his fingers, “Are you really planning to marry her?”

“Hailier Alves is a good girl.”

“I won’t stop you then.

But you’d better tell her to find a stable job.

If there’s really no other way, arrange for her to have a position in the government.

You’re now the second-in-command of Mexico, with immense power, but also countless eyes on you.

If they find out your wife is a model, what will they think?”

Seeing Casare about to speak, Victor raised a hand, “That’s non-negotiable.”

It can’t all be like Yin Kaka, marrying a wife pumped full of steroids and then having her constantly drag him down from behind.

A wife, for a political figure like Casare, was extremely important and was often a target of others’ attacks.

“I understand.

I’ll talk to her.”

Victor patted him on the shoulder and waved his hand, signaling everyone to withdraw.

In the following days, the Mexican Government, armed with the “transfer agreements,” directly took over 11 massive corporations in the central region.

Of course, not all tycoons complied willingly.

Billions, tens of billions of US Dollars!

You think you can just take it?

But the first thing the Mexican State Assets Office did after taking over was to promise not to fire any employees, giving everyone a 15% raise on their original salaries!

Well…

A boss is a boss.

What’s the fuss?

Makes no sense to stir up trouble!

So the rage could only come from some useless fits of tycoon families; if they wanted to vent, they could go mess with Victor.

But really, there was no need to pity them.

Many of their assets had long been transferred to the United States.

They’d never run out of food or clothes in this lifetime.

“What’s so wrong with making these rich folks do something good for Mexico?

Why act like it’s life and death?” Victor’s voice echoed from the National Palace.

That afternoon, the eldest son of the CEO of PRGD Oceanic Industries, one of the most vocal dissenters, was hacked to death in the streets by a group of thugs.

Blood everywhere!

Upon hearing the news, Victor merely raised his teacup nonchalantly, “The public security still isn’t good enough.

Looks like it’s time for another crackdown.”

Black or white—it didn’t matter.

Before a warlord, everyone else was “obedient.”

And on the office desk, there was an official letter from Sri Lanka.

It was an invitation for the “Mexican Military” to come to Sri Lanka to discuss matters concerning the Tiger Terrorist Organization.

Previously, this island nation in the South Indian Ocean had been indifferent to Victor’s proposal to help suppress bandits.

But ever since the Independence Day military parade…

Its stance had clearly shifted.

Evidently, everyone knew when to pick their battles, at least understanding not to provoke a nation with a “fist.”

“Draw up the plan for eradicating the Tiger Organization!”

“If they dare stir up trouble in Mexico, can I just let them be?”

“Have Erich Manstein lead the Mexican Independent Fourth Battalion over there and crush them directly.”

The Fourth Battalion’s previous commander was Rommel, who now served as Marine Fourth Army Commander with the rank of Admiral.

His promotion speed couldn’t be described as anything short of meteoric.

The Fourth Battalion had also been elevated directly to an independent battalion under the military headquarters.

It had around 800 soldiers equipped with the latest individual weaponry.

Including M109 series 155mm self-propelled howitzers, TPz-1 armored vehicles, M163 Gatling anti-aircraft vehicles, and “Weasel” 1 air-drop armored vehicles.

This arsenal was sufficient to dominate certain regions.

Victor, to eradicate the Tiger Organization, directly brought out the ace.

“I have only one demand!”

“I don’t want to see any survivors!”

“An eye for an eye!”

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