Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 486 - 323: Still Too Urbanized!_2

The tank rolled in and obviously scared the living daylights out of the celebrities and reporters present. "Oh crap, it’s not going to… run us over, is it?"

But thankfully, that didn’t happen.

Casare stood on the tank, refusing the help of the soldiers below, and sat on the turret, gesturing for someone to hand him a microphone.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen!"

Everyone fell silent, gazing eagerly at him.

Casare patted the M-256 120mm tank cannon, flashing a grin, "May I ask, is this enough to shut you up?"

Vice President Ulmitt Raymond Haridy and the others’ expressions turned ugly instantly.

"You cooperate, and the General is pleased. But your duplicity in public and private, the General is far from satisfied," he relayed to them, "and he asked me to tell you, don’t be defiant. You think you’re worthy of the National Palace? TMD, what sort of trash are you?"

"Since ancient times, the strongest force prevails! If you have no guns, no cannons, just shut up!"

"And furthermore…"

Casare squinted, his gaze sweeping over them, "Those deals you’ve done with drug traffickers in secret, the intelligence department has it all on file. Did you think there were no insiders there?"

"The General can know everything he wants to know—whom you sleep with at night, which hole you crawl into. I’m warning you upfront. Don’t get dragged out and killed, then cry injustice everywhere."

Casare straightened up, "Alright, message delivered. Anyone who wants to resign, you can go now. Anyone leaving?"

Vice President Ulmitt Raymond Haridy looked at the department heads beside him, and they all looked back at him.

His dignity made him want to walk out now and tell the other side that they are human beings, politicians who deserve respect!

But reality told him, if you leave, you lose everything...

He just couldn’t take that step.

What, you expect politicians to have integrity or a bottom line?

An emperor in the past decreed that only eunuchs could hold office, thinking no one would serve. But, as it turned out, as long as there was power to be had, nothing else mattered!

Power is far more important than anything else.

Just like Vice President Ulmitt Raymond Haridy—despite standing there like a lackey, being berated by Casare—in this place, I am the low life.

But once I step outside, what will you call me?

Won’t you still address me as ’sir’?

So...

All they could do was remain silent, using their silence to express their dissatisfaction.

"Those of you in contact with those bastards from the South, you better cut ties now! I’m someone who takes things to heart, catches the smallest details. If I catch you, I’ll be angry, understand?"

The elites below hastily shouted, "Understood."

"OK!"

Casare nodded with a smile, "Then, effective immediately, I appoint Rommel as the Commander of the Mexico City Guard, in full charge of military and intelligence operations. All military organizations will be under his jurisdiction, including personnel deployment!"

"Any defiance or refusal…"

"Will be treated as treason!"

Casare might not know about other places, but here in Mexico City, when he spoke, no one dared to disobey. Ah... so this is what power feels like!

So exhilarating!

Wooo! Boom boom boom!!!

A sonic boom came from the sky. Everyone looked up to see five fighter jets zoom by, clear as day, at high speed!

It was deafening.

"F14, probably from the Sonora State Air Force Base," Jason Bourne commented from below the tank, eyes locked on the sky.

"The deep-seated vendetta of Mr. Cuauhtémoc, the Northern Army has picked it up! Now let’s see what those drug traffickers and criminals can muster against the Heavenly Soldiers!" Casare pointed to the sky and shouted loudly. Explore more stories at NovelBin.Côm

"Northern Army, Wansheng!"

Suddenly, Vice President Ulmitt Raymond Haridy raised his arm and shouted loudly, while those around him watched in bafflement.

What the hell, didn’t we agree to be silent together? Why are you standing out now?

You make us all look like idiots!

But after all, they were seasoned politicians, and they promptly raised their hands, shouting, "Wansheng!!!"

Casare watched the scene with satisfaction.

Look at that…

There still are like-minded comrades!

Five F14s carrying thirty "Phoenix" missiles made a surprise raid on the seaport city of Cape Jerez in Tamaulipas State, targeting unexpectedly. They received intelligence that Gustavo, the leader of the Zapatista Theological Army and his three mistresses were residing there.

This man was a priest who believed in Liberation Theology, Bible in left hand, AK in right, leading the Zapatista Theological Army to conquer Maulipas State, declaring independence from Mexican rule, and enforcing warlord governance!

He was also the main culprit behind the missile attack on Cuauhtémoc.

Without anti-aircraft radars, the depths of the Zapatista Theological Army were insignificant and couldn’t detect the F14s. By the time they were spotted with the naked eye, they were only about 20 kilometers from the target!

It was just a matter of stepping on the gas.

They barraged the target manor, bombing it until it was unrecognizable.

Hearing the commotion, the Zapatista Theological Army began to frantically shoot their anti-aircraft guns into the sky, but the disparity in weapons left them powerless, allowing the F14s to rampage in the skies.

Fortunately, the leader Gustavo had received a sudden message and left ten minutes before the attack. When he rushed back to the sound of explosions, he found only his daughter’s shoes and the necklace he gave to his mistress in the ruins.

"Ah!! Ah!!"

He knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, overcome with pain, tears streaming down as he cried. All three of his mistresses were pregnant, meaning the airstrike had wiped out his lineage!