Working as a police officer in Mexico

"The gentleman has agreed, and what's been eaten will also be spit out."

Casare heard the relay from the other end, a smile flashing across his face, "I understand."

Just as he was about to hang up, he heard Jason Bourne's voice lower, "Olinjo. Fawcett shouldn't be allowed to live."

"Is that the boss's sentiment?" Fat Casare raised an eyebrow in query.

"Certainly not, it's just my opinion, but... don't you think someone like him remaining will affect the gentleman's reputation? During such a high tide of our endeavors, even the tiniest issues can be magnified by the shameless!" Jason Bourne's voice grew lower, "You wouldn't want the gentleman to be looked down upon, would you."

Casare fell silent for a moment.

"I understand, I'll handle it."

Jason Bourne, "I trust you."

After hanging up the phone, Casare sat in his chair and smoked a cigarette, making a call to the Deputy Director of the intelligence department, "Augustine, grab your men and come out with me."

The other party didn't understand the situation but agreed readily nevertheless.

Casare pulled open a drawer, took out a pistol, and drained the coffee on the table in one gulp—the boss had said that nothing should go to waste.

He was ever so obedient, his study and bedroom were plastered with upper body portraits of Victor, to remind himself.

This guy wasn't even scared of looking up and finding Victor's image when he was with a woman at night and losing his nerve.

But, loyalty!

By the time he went downstairs, Deputy Director Augustine Przybylski was already waiting with an Omega A Team and a dozen regular agents.

"Sir!"

Seeing him come out, Augustine Przybylski called out respectfully.

"To Vieri Manor!"

The other party was taken aback, "That... that..."

"I know what you want to say, this is the boss's command, remember, loyalty needs no excess words."

Augustine Przybylski looked into Casare's eyes, shivered, and raised a hand, "Hey! Victor!"

"Move out!"

Several heads peered out the windows of the Security department building; seeing Casare leading the team, they all clicked their tongues twice, someone was going to be out of luck again.

Vieri Manor, located next to Tijuana's largest beach, spanned an area of seven acres. In this place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, one could imagine what those acres cost.

No, there are some places money can't buy!

Vieri Manor, the name itself told you what it was—that about forty of Victor's cousins and assorted relations lived inside.

"The gates are locked!" Augustine Przybylski remarked.

"Burst through them!"

"Have you ever seen us come for trouble and needed to call ahead?" Casare nodded slightly.

"Charge!"

The driver of the vehicle stomped on the accelerator, the tires spinning rapidly, charging toward the gate, which was blown away with one hit.

These vehicles had been modified with a ram in front, looking much like a beast, and a beast's temper was not mild.

This sudden crash caused an uproar that sent the house's servants running out, and as a group emerged from the vehicles, the servants exchanged glances.

"Gentlemen..." A man who looked like the butler stepped forward.

"Where is Olinjo Fawcett?"

"Er... upstairs."

"Go in!" Casare waved his hand, charging in with his men. The butler hastily grabbed at an agent's shoulder, "No, no, you..."

Only to be flipped over by the agent with a quick judo throw!

"Don't interfere with official business."

A crowd rushed upstairs, kicking the bedroom door open. The scene inside was shocking!

On a huge bed nearly five meters wide, more than a dozen naked girls of all colors, and a young man with a hooked nose who sat up abruptly upon seeing Casare entering, his eyebrows twitching.

"Olinjo Fawcett!" Augustine Przybylski shouted.

Casare felt his ears ringing, slightly numbed, and he shook his head. Seriously, that's a loud voice, isn't it? His eyes swept the room and suddenly spotted a corner where there was a cage covered with cloth, shaking violently!
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He frowned and walked over.

"Stop!" Olinjo Fawcett yelled as he saw him, leaping off the bed. Augustine Przybylski lunged forward and delivered a kick to his chest that sent Fawcett flying back.

Tumbling on the bed, he cried out in pain.

Casare yanked the cloth off the cage, his pupils contracting suddenly. Turning around fiercely, he barked, "Olinjo Fawcett!"

The sound was loud and the anger deep.

Augustine Przybylski tilted his head to see inside the cage—a woman lay there, but her limbs had been chopped off and her mouth seemed to be sewn shut, her body covered with welts from a whip.

Seeing them, the woman shook with fear, making muffled noises through her stitched mouth, a single tear rolling down from her eye.

Casare's anger surged. He ran over, grabbed Olinjo Fawcett by the hair, and pulled him down, "What are you doing! Do you want to die!"

"This is my slave, and I'll do whatever I want with her!"

"There are no slaves in Mexico!"

Olinjo Fawcett, clutching his chest, "Mexico belongs to the Vieri family! It will be eventually, so what if I play with a couple of women? Didn't Victor save them, shouldn't they offer their bodies in return?"

He shoved Casare away forcefully, his expression fierce, "You're just dogs raised by my cousin, what right do you have to meddle with the Vieri family!"

"If you offend me, do you think you'll still have a place in Mexico?"