Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 809 - 440: "My humanity is only enough to pity myself."_2
Chapter 809 -440: “My humanity is only enough to pity myself.”_2
Thousands of bodies?
So many?!
Wuuu…
On the main road, police cars blared their sirens, leading the way. Behind them, seven or eight black sedans followed, leaving the city under the watchful eyes of onlookers.
Sitting in one of the cars was the Army Chief, Erich Ludendorff, who had rushed to the scene.
He furrowed his brows, his thick sideburns hanging low, giving him a somewhat fierce appearance. His calm gaze revealed a hint of caution.
If this wasn’t handled properly, it would become an excuse for Victor to attack him.
Moreover, in a time when the entire nation’s law enforcement was cracking down hard on crime, such incidents still occurred. Was it a distortion of humanity, a collapse of morality, or perhaps, some individuals playing disgraceful roles behind the scenes?
The capital of the United States is immensely powerful…
Erich Ludendorff could not deny this, but its power reaching such an extent was still horrifying.
“Chief, we’ve arrived.”
As he pondered, his accompanying secretary—a Major—spoke softly.
He raised his head and saw the convoy entering through the gates. At first glance, he noticed the neatly laid-out corpses on the ground, soldiers moving bodies, and forensic doctors inspecting them.
The convoy slowly came to a stop.
Felix opened the car door for him and stood stiffly at attention, saluting, “Officer, hello!”
Ludendorff looked at him and waved his hand dismissively, “There’s no need for formalities; otherwise, your brother might think I’m bullying his younger sibling.”
If the atmosphere allowed, he might even have let out a chuckle.
This was Casare’s blood brother. As long as he didn’t cross any hard lines, he was guaranteed to become a General, and with the eventual formation of an army group, he would occupy a high rank in the military.
Ludendorff might have a stiff personality, but he still adhered to the rules of human relations.
Felix laughed awkwardly.
He led the way into the crowd of corpses. Most of the bodies nearby were mangled and unrecognizable. Ludendorff even spotted several children’s remains among them, their frames twisted…
“After investigation, a total of 17,878 bodies have been discovered, most of them women and children. Among the women, their ages generally ranged from 18 to 24. Before they died, all of them were subjected to assault.”
Felix spoke with difficulty, his words heavy with grief.
“Additionally, their major organs had been removed—most likely taken for illicit transport.”
“And the drugs found? Most were stuffed inside their abdominal cavities. Officer, look at this.”
Felix rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a document stamped with a red seal from a company marked “Pork Import & Export.”
“Smithfield Frozen Factory!”
The name was clear as day on the document.
“This is the largest pork transportation company in Texas. We found this document on the corpse of one of the resisting militants.”
“Look at the seal, Officer.”
“It also has the entry and exit stamps of the Mexico border checkpoint.”
Felix paused, his tone becoming graver, “I suspect this company is responsible for smuggling organs into the United States. The bodies were disguised as pork shipments, while the drugs hidden inside them were valued at over 200 million US Dollars. Someone at the border checkpoint is helping them.”
Ludendorff’s pupils constricted, and the Major standing beside him inhaled sharply.
Disguising bodies as pork…
This wasn’t something an ordinary freezing facility could pull off. And on the U.S. side? Someone must also be helping them.
“A colossal abuse of power!”
“Colossal abuse of power indeed!”
Ludendorff couldn’t help but exclaim, before suddenly asking, “You said there were lots of children?”
Felix’s gaze darkened, “They were all poisoned mute; some even had their tongues cut out.”
“Where are they?”
“Over there.” Felix pointed at a small shack.
“Take me there.”
A group of people approached and opened the door. Ludendorff saw a group of children staring back in terror.
They had clearly been beaten and didn’t dare make a sound.
But the fear in their eyes was as sharp as knives stabbing into the hearts of everyone present.
“Most are of Asian descent, with some Latinos, mostly girls,” Felix paused briefly, “From the captives’ testimonies, these kids were trafficked by the Red Shoes Club. Their collaborators in Thailand, Guatemala, Brazil, and Vietnam scouted for girls with attractive appearances.”
“They were lured away under various false pretenses before…”
Felix clenched his teeth, “Before being turned into playthings!”
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Utterly shocking!
Indeed, humanity is as vile as it gets.
Could anything be more vicious than humanity itself?
“Summon a company. Arrange for these kids to be housed in the best local hotels. No one is allowed to approach them without my order. No visits. Also, call psychologists to provide counseling, and have the technical team record their facial features and DNA data.” Ludendorff issued commands decisively, “Arrest the border checkpoint personnel in Kepedras City…”
Boom!
The Army Chief hadn’t finished speaking when an explosion rang out. The nearby guards hurriedly shielded his head.
“What’s happening?! What’s happening!!”
Felix shouted furiously.
“Commander, combat is breaking out on the hillside. Someone fired at us with rocket launchers, but our troops spotted them.”
“Brazen! Brazen as hell!” Ludendorff’s face turned green with rage, repeating the same phrase over and over.
“Capture them alive!”
Felix nodded vigorously and ran off.
Ludendorff looked at the frightened children huddled together, took a deep breath, and said nothing—but anyone could see his agitation.
There were four attackers in total, armed with RPG rocket launchers—Soviet-made. Their ability to obtain them was a testament to their far-reaching connections. However, they were discovered mid-operation and could only fire haphazardly. One rocket hit a corner of the airport, causing no casualties.
The soldiers quickly rallied, killing two and injuring two, who were then captured alive.
“Commander! Commander, we’ve caught them!”
Felix soon saw several soldiers carrying a wounded assailant down, throwing him to the ground. He writhed in pain, clutching his leg, which had been shot. “Help me… Help me find a doctor… I beg you!”
Such trash… and yet they dared to stage an attack?
“Who sent you?”
The man hesitated at the question.
Felix stomped down on his injured leg, making him scream in agony.
“I can’t say… I can’t say… They’ll kill me. They’ll kill my entire family!”
“And you think I won’t kill you?!!!”
Felix grabbed another silent captive by the hair, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it straight through his throat!
Splat…
The man’s wide eyes revealed his utter disbelief. How could someone as rough as this Major exist?
The corpse fell heavily to the ground.
“If you don’t talk, you’re next.”
Felix withdrew the dagger and pointed it at another captive. The blood-stained blade made him tremble uncontrollably before finally confessing.
“It’s the mayor—Leopold Van Buren!”
…
Kepedras City, top floor of the City Hall office.
The curtains were drawn…
Pitch dark.
Mayor Leopold Van Buren slumped in his chair, his gaze difficult to decipher.
The phone on his desk suddenly rang.
He jumped up like a drowning man clinging to straws and snatched the receiver, “Hello?!”
But whatever was said on the other end made his face pale instantly. “You have to save me! Save me! I did all this for you!!”
The call was cut abruptly.
Listening to the busy tone, he slammed the receiver to the ground in fury and sank back into his chair, deflated and drained. One minute passed. Then two…
Finally, trembling, he opened a drawer and retrieved a handgun.
He placed the barrel into his mouth…
But pulled it out again…
Repeatedly…
Bang!
A knock on the door startled him. Moments later, the door was kicked open with a loud noise, and gunfire rang out.
Bang!
George Smiley, personally leading the Internal Affairs Bureau team, witnessed the mayor, Leopold Van Buren, shoot himself with his own Glock pistol!
“Quick! Call for a doctor!” one of the Thirteen Protectors yelled toward the hallway.
But George Smiley remained silent. He knew that a Glock pistol suicide was almost impossible to survive.
Turning back, he noticed a book on the desk—”In Cold Blood” by Truman Capote—with a small bookmark sticking out.
George Smiley reached out, flipped to that page, and found two sentences underlined in red ink, as if someone had cherished them.
“My humanity is only enough to pity myself.”
One of the Thirteen Protectors narrowed his eyes, glaring at the mayor’s lifeless body before abruptly pulling out his gun and firing several shots into the corpse’s head.
The sound startled his colleagues.
“Pretentious bastard playing the intellectual!”
“Take the body away!”
…
