Working as a police officer in Mexico

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The military representative of the Northern Governor's Office stationed in Mexico City, intelligence chief, and also the head of the Department of Internal Affairs here.

"I understand," he said with a serious expression as he hung up the phone, stood up, and pressed the nearby internal phone, "First team, second team, third team, assemble downstairs!"

He picked up the hat on the table and walked out. By the time he went downstairs, there were already more than a hundred people standing.

"You take people to the residence, I'll take people to the city hall!" Carlos said to his deputy, "Arrest all the people on the list, no, shoot them!"

"Keeping them alive is just a waste of food!"

"Move Out!"

A group of people got into cars and split into two batches, racing towards various targets.

The sun hung high in the sky and, faintly, two characters could be seen on the white clouds: "Loyalty!"

17:21 in the afternoon.

It was almost time to get off work.

Many people in the city hall had already grabbed their bags and left, chatting with each other, making plans to unwind in a bar.

"Mayor!"

"Mayor!"

Eduardo Cagliano followed his secretary out, and the surrounding staff members quickly stopped to greet him.

The former was stern-faced, unsmiling.

That was just his way, reeking of bureaucracy. The subordinates were afraid of him; when greeted, he didn't even offer a response. As his secretary was about to open the car door, the sound of "toot toot toot" from a car's horn was heard.

Eduardo Cagliano furrowed his brows and turned his head, only to see five jeeps driving into the entrance of the city hall, from which Carlos, known in Mexico City as "Iron Dog," got out.

Bang!

He slammed the car door with force and walked over with his men.

"Mr. Mayor, we would like to summon you for some matters," Carlos said to him.

"Sorry, I have a meeting and am momentarily unavailable. That word, 'summon,' is not quite accurate, is it..."

"No time?"

Carlos's eyebrows raised slightly, and then he suddenly kicked out, hitting the other in the lower abdomen. With just that one kick, the man kneeled on the ground, his face suddenly pale. Carlos then grabbed his head and pressed it against the hood of the car.

"Who gave you the audacity to say that? Got time now? Let me tell you, I'm here representing the Northern Department of Internal Affairs today. Whether you have time or not doesn't matter to us. If we say you have time, then you must!"

"Drag him away!" Carlos waved his hand, and his subordinates dragged him into the vehicle from both sides.

"The North? This is the South! This is Mexico City!" Eduardo Cagliano shouted with all his might.

"The South? It will belong to General Victor sooner or later anyway!" Carlos didn't even look back, his lips curled up as he said to the trembling secretary, "Isn't that right?"

The other, shivering, raised his hand, "Hi... Victor!"

Carlos went up and slapped him, sending him tumbling to the ground with a kick, "You TMD deserve to say hi?"

Are the characters for loyalty that easy to write?

They need to be tested.

Carlos flicked his hair, looking at the other government workers who were equally frightened, then his gaze turned to the City Hall building. "Arrest them!"

The Taibao from the Department of Internal Affairs charged into the building.

Before long, all the officials with titles were pressed out.

"Gentlemen, I hear there are those among you attempting to subvert Cuauhtémoc's regime?" Carlos said, hands behind his back, as he scanned them, "Don't you know who's backing Cuauhtémoc?"

Fuck, can you say that?

To state it so openly and straightforwardly?

But, what has Carlos got to fear?

With nearly a hundred thousand soldiers in the Governor's Mansion, just as long as Victor wishes, he could sweep across all of Mexico. That's called confidence. Any one of you who disagrees, stand up and make yourself heard.

"We just failed!" At this moment, someone actually spoke up to contest. Carlos looked, only to see a man who looked like a high-level intellectual with glasses speaking in a muffled voice, staring at him intently. When he saw Carlos look his way, "We are resisting the endless wars and the cowardly Cuauhtémoc!"

"He's dividing Mexico! What is Victor? He's just a little cop..." the man grew more and more excited as he spoke, raising his hand as if he even wanted to shout a slogan.

Carlos pulled out a gun and with one shot to the man's head... Bang!

The glasses shattered, the bullet entered just above the bridge of his nose, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open!

"Slogans don't have the caliber of bullets!"

"Take them back, I need to give them some re-education!"

People from the Department of Internal Affairs "invited" them onto the vehicle, and even carried away the bodies.

"Team leader, a call from Mr. Cuauhtémoc," said a Taibao handing over the phone to Carlos, who coughed twice, "Good afternoon, sir."

"What are your men doing bursting into City Hall?!" the voice on the other end of the phone demanded, "Are there traitors in there too?"

"Yes!"

"Could this be a misunderstanding? Mayor Eduardo Cagliano is a close campaign partner of mine."

"The Department of Internal Affairs doesn't make mistakes, sir. We do not allow ourselves to err."

Cuauhtémoc was silent for a while, "Can I see him?"

"Of course, any time."

"Thank you," Cuauhtémoc hung up the phone, and sat back in his chair, looking crestfallen. He raised his head and saw a painting on the wall with seven people. These were his "collaborators" and political allies he had personally selected upon moving into the National Palace.

It included the Mayor of Mexico City, the Head of Security for Mexico, the Senior General of the Mexican Army, and others who were his "close partners" for a long time. Once the Workers' Party took control of the government, it was natural for him to promote them.

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