Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 473 - 318: Suitability Isn’t Important, Loyalty Is!_2

"You’re the Governor of Sonora State, capable of taking charge both north and south!"

Casare was baffled, perhaps too excited, and he scratched his head, "Boss, when did I become the Governor of Three States?"

"December 22, 1990, at 10:07 AM!" Victor checked his watch, "Which was a minute ago."

"All you need to answer is whether you want to or not."

"I do!" Casare said outright.

Victor nodded in approval, "Announce to the public that Casare will temporarily replace Cuauhtémoc, assuming the role of Acting President of Mexico, effective immediately."

Casare trembled with excitement.

This was simply too miraculous.

Just a year ago, he was a timid lackey in the Plateau Prison, having to smile at any drug trafficker he faced.

Some traffickers would even slap him in the face when they were displeased!

But after following Victor, everything changed. Within just a year, all those traffickers who ridiculed and laughed at him became nothing more than fertilizer!

I must climb to the very top, step by step!

This fully illustrates a truth, finding a solid support is more important than any effort!

Kennedy exchanged a look with Horatio Herbert Kitchener, unable to hide their envy.

But everyone knew that in Victor’s heart, Casare was his "white moonlight."

Oh right, Casare’s bounty: 32 million US dollars!

Second only to Victor’s 50 million US dollars!

To some extent, these two could be considered the "Bandits" of their era.

After the National Palace in Mexico City was bombed,

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Did you think no one opposed Cuauhtémoc? There were plenty!

After he was seriously injured in the bombing and hospitalized, a group of "key members" of the Mexican Workers’ Party quickly gathered at the home of Martinez Nitephil Ode.

His background was not simple either; during the US-Mexico War from 1846 to 1848, his great-grandfather was a leader of the Rebels and died in the struggle against the United States.

A prestigious history indeed. When Cuauhtémoc called to arms, as his comrade, Martinez Nitephil Ode was the first to join, and his party ID number was 002. He was also the deputy leader of the Workers’ Party!

"Mr. Martinez, please take charge and move into the National Palace!" a man with glasses said excitedly.

You’d think he was the one celebrating.

"Right, the nation can’t be without a president for a day. Please, sir, take control."

"I agree too!"

One political big shot after another raised their fists and voiced their support.

Martinez Nitephil Ode’s expression was bizarre, it was hard to tell if it was a smile or a cry, as he clenched his hands on his thighs fiercely, as if to prevent himself from bursting into laughter!

When he heard Cuauhtémoc had been attacked and severely injured, he knew his moment had come.

Why did he join the Workers’ Party?

Because he was a political opportunist!

He had said more than once in private that not all drug traffickers are bad, that they pay taxes too, and he believes in a policy of appeasement.

His relationship with Cuauhtémoc wasn’t good or bad; he just thought of the other as a swindler.

But when the makeshift stage had just been set up, they needed someone to lead the charge, and Martinez Nitephil Ode was the perfect candidate.

Hearing everyone’s encouragement, he let out a deep breath and shook his head, "This won’t do, let’s wait for Cuauhtémoc to wake up."

"Sir!"

The man with glasses who first spoke suddenly stood up excitedly and, under the shocked gazes of everyone, took a fruit knife from the table and held it to his own neck.

"Please, Mr. Martinez, take control. Mexico cannot be without a helmsman; we need your leadership, the people need you, and if you don’t agree, I will use this knife to slit my own throat!"

The others remained silent.

Brother, by doing this, you’re making us look foolish, you know?

Martinez Nitephil Ode, seeing the determined look in the man’s eyes, was inwardly jubilant. He uncrossed his legs, straightened his suit, about to speak when...

He heard the voice of a female broadcaster from the TV in the living room.

"The Governorship of Northern Mexico solemnly announces that it will retaliate against the Rebels in Oaxaca State and proposes that the Governor of California, Casare Gonzalez, act as President. Thirty-four million people of the North and hundreds of thousands of the Northern Army soldiers are ready to follow the commands of the National Palace..."

Silence...

Dead silence!

An eerie quietness!

Only the voice of the female broadcaster from the TV could be heard.

"Sorry, my daughter is getting married, I need to step out." One person suddenly spoke up, then hurriedly left.

"Mr. Martinez sir, haha, his daughter is marrying my son, I also have to go now." Another person quickly managed a smirk and left.

The man with glasses who urged Martinez to take power took a deep breath, forcing a smile, "This knife is a bit dull, I’ll go get you a sharper one."

With that said, he couldn’t stay, not wishing to actually follow through with his threat.

Pah!

One by one, as eloquent as they had been, they now fled in utter disarray!

A minute...

The entire living room was empty.

Martinez Nitephil Ode, with a ferocious expression, watched the TV, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He got up in a fit of fury and kicked the TV!

Cursing loudly.

Cursing that Victor would meet a miserable end!

He slumped to the ground...

Just a bit more, and he would have seized the coveted position.

Just give up like this?

Martinez Nitephil Ode shook his head vigorously; he couldn’t accept defeat!