Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 474 - 318: Suitability Doesn’t Matter, Loyalty Does! _3

"Why can Cuauhtémoc and Casare do it, but he can’t?

Isn’t it just about being a dog?

And Victor thinks he deserves it?!

At the end of the day, he was actually quite proud; his great-grandfather was a warlord during the US-Mexico war and even held a high position afterward. His family was considered a political dynasty domestically, influential in many places, which was one of the reasons Cuauhtémoc had agreed to let him serve as deputy party leader.

Hereditary family!

He got up, ran upstairs into the study, locked the door behind him, pulled out an album from the drawer, and took a photo from it—it had a phone number written on the back, which he called. It rang twice before someone picked up, sounding very nervous, ’Hello?’

’I am Martinez Nitephil Ode. Why are you so useless, and why is Cuauhtémoc still alive! Are you CIA guys always this unreliable?!’

Indeed, this guy had defected to the Yanks!

’Why aren’t you speaking? Now that bastard Victor has left the position to Casare, what about me? What about what you promised me!’ When the other party fell silent, Martinez’s mouth didn’t stop—he wanted the CIA to compensate him.

Like, by killing Casare again!

’Hello! Hello! Hello!’

’So, it’s you, Rat.’ A ghastly laugh came from the other end of the phone. Martinez shuddered, his pupils constricted, and the hairs on his neck bristled, ’You… who are you!’

’Thirteen Protectors George Smiley.’

Boom!

A clap of thunder sounded outside the window, and Martinez’s legs suddenly went weak.

’You’d better run now; our people are coming to kill you. Oh, and you should have your wife and kids hide well—it’s time for hide and seek,’ George Smiley chuckled and then hung up.

Listening to the dial tone, despair filled Martinez’s eyes.

Run!

Flee!

He frantically called his wife.

’Hello, dear~’

’Don’t ’dear’ me, damn it! Run! Listen to me, run to the United States, get to the US fast!’ Martinez yelled and cursed.

His wife on the other end was startled but quickly grasped his panic and agreed.

Martinez ran back to the bedroom, pulled a bag from the closet, unzipped it to reveal a stack of US Dollars, looked at it, zipped it up again, and left without a moment’s hesitation.

As he hurried down the street and just opened the door, his pupils constricted at the sight of three men standing at the doorway, the leader smiling and reaching out, ’Gotcha~’

Martinez was half-opening his mouth when a kick thrust him back inside, the three men entered, and with a snap of the door, birds resting in the trees outside took flight circling briefly before soaring away.

Half an hour later.

The door was opened again.

Three members of the Thirteen Protectors walked out; although the last one closed the door behind them, the air still reeked of blood.

Martinez’s body hung inverted on a wall, eyes wide open, blood seeping from his forehead, his mouth agape with a fork thrust through it piercing from the left cheek to the right.

On the wall next to it, written in blood, were the words: Traitor!

’The first.’!

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United States. California. San Diego.

The dark night was slightly hazy, neon lights shimmering while passersby disdainfully glanced at a homeless man curled up at the side, some even spat out of disgust.

’Daddy, I’m hungry,’ a small voice murmured from a dark corner.

Pax Acosta looked at his daughter in his arms, her small face covered in grime, her eyes filled with confusion.

’It’s okay, just sleep, and you won’t feel hungry. Tomorrow we can get another relief meal, and once I find a job, we’ll live in a big house.’

His daughter obediently nodded, bowing her head, then suddenly asked, ’Why did we have to leave Mexico, Dad?’ Your journey continues on NovelBin.Côm

Pax Acosta paused, ’There… it wasn’t free.’

’But I could go to school there, and I could play with friends. We could play on seesaws, ride on rocking horses; we were free there.’ She looked up at him, uncertain. ’Here in the US, we don’t have a home, no friends, and I see they don’t like us much either. Is this what freedom is, daddy?’

Pax Acosta remained silent.

He didn’t know how to respond.

Back home he was a teacher; he had told his students countless times about the freedom in America, which he had longed for. He hated Victor’s policies; he wanted to make his own choices.

But a week into America,

They hadn’t assigned any housing, only receiving two relief meals a day, even subjected to bullying by locals, all job applications rejected.

Gurgle, gurgle~

The sound of hunger came again.

Pax Acosta snapped back to reality, looking down at his daughter fiddling with the hem of her dress, pain striking his heart. He looked up at the nearby 7-Eleven, clenched his teeth, stood up, and patted his daughter’s face, ’Stay here, I’ll get you something to eat.’

’Do we… still have money? Daddy!’

’We do!’ Pax Acosta patted his trousers, forcing a smile, kissed his daughter, and dashed across the street.

The little girl watched with hope.

She thought her father’s silhouette… looked so strong.

About two minutes later.

The 7-Eleven door burst open, and the little girl saw her father emerge with loaves of bread, his face fierce as he ran, swinging his arms, ’Run! Run!’

The two employees charged after him, a black man holding a handgun stood behind, firing at him!

Bang!

She watched her father’s body crash to the ground, the black man moving closer to fire two more shots.

’Daddy…’ the little girl’s eyes widened in terror as she ran over, seeing the ground covered in blood!

’Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!’

She knelt on the ground, crying and pushing his body, her skirt soaking up the fresh blood, the bread just a meter away.

’Ah! Daddy, wake up, I’m not hungry anymore, I’m not hungry, let’s go back to Mexico, please, can we go home, the US is terrible, it’s really bad here, daddy, daddy!’

Under the neon lights, only her desperate cries and the crowd of strangers standing nearby could be heard.

’Daddy, daddy…’

Pax Acosta, who had longed for America, died in America.

He ultimately forgot one thing.

America…

was hell itself!