Working as a police officer in Mexico

"One look and you can tell this isn't good news."

After crying in each other's arms for a while, Camila Sodi turned around, unexpectedly kneeling to her own son for the sake of a man, "Casare! Please, let him go. He promises he can change."

"You better say it, you can change! You won't do drugs!"

Kashima Noriyasu was also terrified, his face pale. He was just messing around with a rich woman; although he was a member of Sumiyoshi-kai, one of Japan's three largest crime syndicates, he was just a regular foot soldier.

He thought this rich widow had just been lucky, had lost her husband, and planned to scam some money from her. Then, as before, after ripping her off completely, he would just walk away. But little did he know.

Damn, he hit a wall!

"I will change! I will never do drugs again!" Kashima Noriyasu hurriedly said.

Casare laughed.

He looked around and walked over to the fire equipment by the stairs, grabbing the axe with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Casare!!" Camila Sodi shouted loudly.

"Mom, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit!" Fat Casare pushed her aside, and amid the struggle, the little devil ran out in terror.

He was caught up by Casare, who kicked him from behind, knocking him down, then raised the fire axe and hacked at his leg!

"Ahhhh!!!" Kashima Noriyasu screamed in agony.

The axe lodged in the bone, Casare pulled it out with a grim face and kicked the severed leg aside.

"Felix!"

He called his younger brother over with a wave of his hand. The equally frightened young man trembled as he walked over, swallowing hard.

Casare shoved the fire axe into his hands, "Go! Chop off his other leg."

Felix's hands shook, the sting of the metallic smell in the air deeply agitated him, and the screams from his mother also made his mind restless.

Casare put the cigarette from his mouth into his, "Take a drag."

Felix's chest heaved and he deeply inhaled the cigarette, immediately choking, and was pushed from behind, "Go! Chop him off!"

"Ah!"

Felix roared, lifted the axe and rushed towards the man, and in the little guy's desperate gaze, he brought it down on his head!

He split his head alive!

The head didn't fall off, still connected by a layer of skin.

Kashima Noriyasu's eyes bulged.

Weren't we supposed to chop off a leg?

Why chop the head?

Felix couldn't help but vomit by the side of the pool.

Camila Sodi cried out and went over, holding the dead man's head and weeping loudly.

Casare squinted his eyes, rudely pointing at her with the axe, "Mom, your taste in men is terrible. Next time, I'll choose for you! Throw his head away! And if you continue to be stubborn…"

He paused, his tone ominous, "then in the future, I'll take care of the brothers and sisters, and you can go stay in a mental hospital to get old!"

Mike Corleone's lips trembled without a sound.

Damn!

Casare is so ruthless.

Looking at his still-charming mother, she could live at least another 30 years. Is he suggesting she spend 30 years in a mental hospital?

Even a tough guy like Mike Corleone felt a shiver in his heart.

It's no wonder Casare was involved in big deals with Mr. Victor. These tactics for a power play truly set him apart.

Casare also understood what he wanted and what he didn't. Why did Victor value him so much?

Because he was obedient?

There were many obedient people.

Because in whatever he did, he never crossed the line. His mother picking a junkie and now mourning for him, if this reached the boss's ears, how would he see him?

Did he still want to make progress after this?

How would the people below see him?

Choosing between mom or power?

You couldn't say Casare had lost his humanity, it was that power was more alluring.

Mom?

Don't push me!

Hearing his warning, Camila Sodi held tighter. Felix, who was lying beside them angrily, got up and snatched the dead Japanese's hair from his mother's arms.

"He's already dead! What are you holding onto him for! Mom, be sensible!" he forcefully tossed the head to the side into a dog kennel, where a hound stood up and growled, then bit down hard on the nose!
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Felix grabbed Camila Sodi's shoulders and shook her violently, and would have slapped her if it had been appropriate.

"Mike, have someone help her rest." Casare commanded from the side.

Mike Corleone acknowledged, calling minions to help her upstairs while Camila was unwilling to go and had to be forcibly dragged up by two underlings.

"You did well, Felix," Casare patted his brother's head, "When we return to Mexico, I'll put you in the front line troops, starting as a soldier."

The Gonzalez Family needed another man to help itself.

Felix nodded, nervously saying, "No problem, bro, I won't let you down. But what should I pay attention to?"

Casare pondered, "Remember, be forever loyal to Mr. Victor!"

Felix etched those words deep into his mind.

In his mind's eye, he conjured an image he'd seen on TV.

Victor, clad in a police uniform, shouting to the troops below, "Revive Mexico!"

My hand's itching!

After giving a few instructions, Casare looked at Mike Corleone: "The Governor gave me a call, he has a job for you."

"Let's hear it!"

"Find a way to get close to and infiltrate New York government agencies, FBI and CIA would be ideal. We need to be constantly aware of what the Americans are really thinking about us."

Mike Corleone thought deeper about these words.

Mr. Victor...

He wouldn't be thinking about taking on the United States, would he?

Hahaha, no, surely not.

"When the time comes, contact me directly, let me know what you need, money or men, no problem!" Casare was very generous.