Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 782 - 430 Yucatan Island Body Refining Practitioner Attempts to Defy Fate Using Physical Means!

782: Chapter 430: Yucatan Island Body Refining Practitioner Attempts to Defy Fate Using Physical Means!

782 -430: Yucatan Island Body Refining Practitioner Attempts to Defy Fate Using Physical Means!

Four or five in the morning.

The sky was already somewhat light, with a lingering heavy fog.

Kuzamala Reservoir!

Outsiders knew it as: Kuzamala Hotel.

It mainly advertised a good night’s sleep, excellent benefits, and the occasional PE class.

Like right now…

Early in the morning, the financial tycoons were dragged out to be taught swimming.

Blame it on Victor and his pettiness—too many of their offspring had fled to the United States to openly criticize him.

This left his reputation utterly in tatters, on a par with the three things Wall Street fears the most: financial crises, economic recessions, and Mexican Warlords.

You curse me?

I’ll make your dad learn how to swim!

These aging financial tycoons, half-naked in just a pair of shorts, shivered violently as the wind blew past them.

“You people have no sense of gratitude!

Don’t you know that the fact you’re still alive is thanks to the General’s mercy?” a Captain barked loudly, wielding a police baton.

When he got emotional, he slammed it down hard on their backs.

The tycoons howled in pain.

“Pfft!

Damn it, did I tell you to scream?

Don’t you know how to report before howling in pain?” The Captain kicked the CEO of PRGD Ocean Industries to the ground and hammered his legs with the baton.

Anyone who’s been hit with a police baton knows…

(I hit myself once during my military days.)

The sensation was…

exhilarating!

That thing’s hard, really hard.

The PRGD CEO’s kneecap cracked open in no time.

He lay on the ground wailing, while the nearby crowd barely dared to breathe.

The Captain, panting heavily from exertion, finally relented.

“Give each one of them a life buoy.”

The soldiers behind him quickly strapped inflated life buoys onto the tycoons.

“Swim across the Kuzamala Reservoir.

It’s that simple—barely 7 kilometers or so.”

“What?!

Swim across?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

You’re trying to kill us!” someone shouted in panic upon hearing this.

The CEOs went into disarray, some attempting to make a run for it.

BANG!

A gunshot rang out.

The Captain’s face contorted with rage as he glared at them.

“You either swim forward, or…

die!”

“Didn’t you always clamor for democracy?

Well, here’s your choice.”

Gun!

So what if you have a gun?

Ha!

Turns out, if you’ve got a gun, it really does matter.

At least for a moment, the tycoons fell completely silent.

They glanced at one another, until the eldest among them, the CEO of Francisco Transport Mining Company, staggered over to the reservoir, shut his eyes, and jumped in.

“Get in!” the Captain roared, kicking each one down into the water.

“Help…

Help me… Save…!”

For those who couldn’t swim, the moment they hit water, fear overtook them.

Despite the life buoys, they flailed their arms wildly, panicking.

Arms outstretched, they sank below the surface after a brief struggle.

The splashing ceased before long…

The remaining CEOs swam forward with all their might.

The Captain laughed heartily, taking a cigarette from a soldier nearby.

“Watch them closely.

Don’t let them make it ashore alive.”

“???

Kill them all?”

“Orders from above.

The General’s displeased.

They’re no longer of use, and clearing them out frees up space.

This area needs to make way for a new education team, plus a few fresh guests.”

The soldier immediately understood, nodding vigorously.

The Kuzamala Reservoir had excellent feng shui: water in front, mountains in the back.

Being buried here after death—what a privilege!

For these bosses, some degree of hospitality was warranted.

After all, didn’t Victor confiscate so much of their money?

Wouldn’t it be impolite otherwise?

It was all about value for money.

This lot of CEOs had spent too much time indulging in women and idle pleasures.

Barely 200 meters in, some started showing signs of exhaustion, lying motionless as if floating…

But could the comrades from the “Kuzamala Reservoir Education Team” really allow you to rest?

VROOM VROOM VROOM~

The roar of an engine split the air.

Turning to look, they saw three soldiers piloting a military-grade U.S.-made MIG-G-0800 speedboat, barreling straight for the swimmers without a shred of hesitation!

The boat plowed directly into two CEOs bringing up the rear, sinking them instantly…

One man’s hair became tangled in the propeller.

As he opened his mouth to scream, water flooded into his nostrils and throat.

In the blink of an eye…

His head was shredded completely.

Fragments of bone and flesh scattered like minced chicken, painting the water crimson in an instant.

Before long, his mangled corpse floated to the surface.

“Heh!

Swim faster, we’re coming for you!” shouted a soldier standing upright on the boat, opening fire on the water as he hollered with fervor.

One by one, the old bosses swam like their lives depended on it…

The terror in their eyes was a pure manifestation of their will to survive.

VROOM!

A quick stomp on the accelerator…

It felt almost like… chasing down wild boars.

The cries for help and screams of agony from the financial tycoons rang across the Kuzamala Reservoir.

Scream all you like.

Even if your throat tears, no one will come to your rescue.

Victor, of course, remained oblivious to the grim spectacle unfolding here.

He didn’t care.

Down below, plenty of people were more than willing to handle things on his behalf, ensuring his hands stayed clean.

At this moment, he was seated in a military conference room, listening to the army’s upcoming plans.

“The states of Tras, Hidalgo, and Morelos have been fully reclaimed, with 771 resistance fighters killed and 997 captured.

All were affiliated with Gulf Group.

We’ve also detained every official, ensuring the smooth implementation of governance,” Vice Admiral Edward Fritz Blomberg reported confidently, his voice exuding reassurance.

There was no hesitation—not a single “um” or “uh.”

This is what a soldier should sound like.

He had originally been the Chief of Staff for the 1st Marine Division.

Following a military expansion, he was promoted to Deputy Chief of Staff for Headquarters after Erich Ludendorff was reassigned as Army Chief.

His current rank was Vice Admiral.