Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 762 - 423 Big Fool Eats Pizza - Idiot!_3

762: Chapter 423: Big Fool Eats Pizza – Idiot!_3

762 -423: Big Fool Eats Pizza – Idiot!_3

He sleeps roughly four or five hours a day, and during critical situations, he has gone 72 hours without shutting his eyes.

If you want to shine in front of others, you have to suffer behind the scenes.

Victor always believed he’s not a natural-born politician, but he’s working hard to learn…

The brothers’ honor resides within me!

“Is it something again?” Victor gazed at the bodyguard standing by the door and asked.

The latter glanced at their captain, saw the nod, then responded, “The interrogation from this afternoon’s shooting is out. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

It belonged to a Guatemala-based guerrilla group, trying to stir up trouble and amplify their influence.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.

They wanted to cause chaos to attract more anti-Mexican members to join, expand the organization.

More importantly, the Latin American drug trafficker group announced that they welcome any groups or individuals to sign up.

To join as an organization, one must stir up a scene inside Mexico—specific missions will be assigned.

For instance, blowing up a designated bank or creating disturbances during an important festival.

As long as the mission succeeds, they’ll receive investment from the Latin American drug trafficker group.”

This was a pretty sinister move.

Victor was wiping his face with a towel handed by Krista Schroeder when he froze upon hearing this.

“Pablo, he’s lived too long already, and his reach has extended far enough.

Still haven’t found his residence yet?”

Joseph Xiafei bent over slightly, “I’ll go bring George Smiley here.”

Victor nodded.

He jerked his head toward the bodyguards, and someone astutely rushed to make the call.

Victor looked over at Krista, “I want some of your homemade noodles.”

The mistress responded briefly and ran to the kitchen to start cooking.

In less than ten minutes, George Smiley arrived, sweating profusely.

“What’s the intelligence on the Latin American drug trafficker group?

Still no sign of Pablo?”

George groaned inwardly but quickly replied, “The intel is being consolidated.

Pablo is pretty well-hidden, but someone reportedly saw a person resembling him in a small town under the Rocky Mountains.

However, it hasn’t been verified.

He hasn’t surfaced for a long while—some suspect he might be dead.”

“No, he’s not dead.”

Victor shook his head, his expression tense.

“He’s not dead; he’s just become more cunning, avoiding appearances with any electronic devices.

His leadership has become increasingly concealed.”

The frequent decapitation operations probably scared him into hiding.

The ones lurking in the shadows are always the most menacing.

Take someone like Popovich—fake governments can sweep him aside easily.

But Pablo, hiding out in the Rocky Mountains, strikes out with sudden surprises.

It’s like having a headache as big as a bull.

“Step up the efforts.

Keep an eye on Pablo’s relatives and friends—if even his dog gets frisky, we need to know about it.”

Victor raised his head.

“I’ve got a feeling Pablo in Colombia and the Cali Cartel will be tougher than the ones in Mexico!”

“Food is eaten one bite at a time, but if the table is hosting two sets of guests, then flip the damn table over.

I’m the master; I eat the food—they eat shit.”

“First, wipe out the Southern drug cartels.”

“Have the Secretariat prepare a statement.

Main message: encouraging members of the Southern Camp to surrender—I’ll let bygones be bygones!”

George Smiley and Joseph Xiafei exchanged glances.

Let bygones be bygones?

That’s like grabbing the chicken and yanking hard.

Even hearing it sounds impossible.

The Southern Camp is full of drug traffickers, not fools.

But…

What if there are a few fools among them?

“Additionally, form an armored army unit.

Transfer Colonel Heinrich von Stravitz, principal of Mexico Armor Academy, to serve as the commander of the armored forces.

Promote him to Vice Admiral.

Tank Regiment Commander of the Northern Army First Marine Division, Kurt Knispel, will be promoted to Deputy Commander with a Lieutenant General rank, overseeing four armored divisions and two infantry regiments.”

“Recruit core personnel from schools and military units, quickly assemble the team.”

“Next year, I’m bringing them to flatten the South!”

These were pre-discussed plans—now it was time to issue commands.

Victor’s army organization…

Expanded further!

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