Working as a police officer in Mexico

The South Korean 'oppa' could only begrudgingly smile and stand up, even if he felt annoyed inside.

Amidst the cheering, Victor once again stepped up to the podium.

"It is a great honor..."

"I am very happy to serve as the first Executive Director of the Drug Enforcement Department, thank you all for your trust and encouragement, I hereby solemnly promise that during my four-year term, I will strike against drug traffickers without slackening! Thank you."

His speech was brief, but it conveyed his determination.

The representatives of many countries below finally showed a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

To put it bluntly, the entire Latin American Region is ravaged by drugs, and many countries in Southeast Asia are the same, with the Golden Triangle and Silver Triangle being infamous.

Victor was known for his decisive and swift actions. At the United Nations General Assembly, other than the Executive Director, there were also deputy directors and other positions.

Among them, the Secretary-General was an old acquaintance of his, the former head of the International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat—Nurnisha Kalis.

She was the second-in-command of the Drug Enforcement Department, aside from him.

At the afternoon media meet-and-greet, facing over a hundred reporters who rushed to the scene, Victor calmly greeted them in front of the cameras and then announced several responsibilities and reforms of the Drug Enforcement Department.

"The Drug Enforcement Department will work closely with every country in the world to crack down on drug trafficking and smuggling activities, and additionally, every year we will allocate 30 million US Dollars to hire Bounty Hunters to pursue various scattered drug trafficking organizations across the globe!"

Was this the first global institution to offer bounties for "Bounty Hunters"? Could this even be declared openly?

But who cares.

The reporters were very excited, anyway.

The senior members of the Drug Enforcement Department sitting beside him were looking at each other.

30 million, NMD, where is the money coming from?

The United Nations doesn't have that kind of money...

"Within three months after the establishment of the Drug Enforcement Department, drug traffickers are welcome to surrender themselves. Starting from January 1, any drug trafficker caught will be sentenced to death!"

Another powerful policy; this was quite simply an eradication.

"The Drug Enforcement Department will accept requests for armed support from various countries, and the Governorship of Northern Mexico will fully assist, giving a response within three working days."

"Fourth..."

...

There were ten articles in total, each one targeting drug traffickers.

Victor was cutting swiftly and forcefully; he was providing money, supplies, and personnel. Many were wondering whether drug traffickers had offended him in some way.

Did they kill his father?

Or his mother?

"Now, any reporters with questions, please raise your hand," said the press officer next to him, holding a microphone. Upon seeing a female reporter raise her hand, he invited her to stand up.

"Honorable Governor Victor, hello, I am a reporter from the 'Mexican Tijuana Report.' I would like to ask, have you considered that your 'Ten Commandments' might further provoke drug traffickers, hence triggering greater turmoil and upheaval? Thank you."

This was an "inside" question.

Victor raised one finger, "Compromise is never an option in a fight. If we completely eradicate them, they will have to behave themselves. I cannot allow a problem of this era to be tossed into the hands of the next generation."

The reporters snapped photos of Victor.

Everyone looked sated like a gargoyle, with excited expressions on their faces. They love the kind of person who makes outrageous statements.

If you don't talk big, how would I become popular?

How would I make money?

...

"The global fight against drugs welcomes a new Speaker!"

Aguilar threw the newspaper onto the table, smoked a cigarette, his brows furrowed in tension, as he lay in his chair facing the swimming pool. The women in the pool failed to interest him, and the cigar he smoked, worth hundreds of dollars, tasted unusually dry.

It was mainly because his heart felt incredibly dry.

Life in Juarez was not easy either...

Nowadays in Chihuahua State, the north and the west were both besieged. If the Northern Army were to attack from both sides, it wouldn't be long before they drowned the Juarez Cartel in their midst.

Every day, he didn't dare to sleep too soundly for fear that he might wake up to find Victor standing beside him, watching him with a sinister smile.

"Boss, the masseur has arrived," one of Aguilar's men approached him as he was frowning, followed by an elderly blind man.

He had been under great mental stress lately, feeling discomfort all over his body, so he had someone find a masseur.

Aguilar nodded, and his subordinate spoke a few words to the masseuse, who then fumbled his way to the boss's feet, disinfected them, and began the massage.

With the masseuse's firm pressure, the boss of Juarez couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The masseuse laughed, "Sir, you should get massages more often. Your body is in bad shape, oh. The spot I just pressed is your kidney. Did you feel like you're going to pee when I pushed down?"

The subordinate by his side almost couldn't hold back a laugh, his face showing a hint of embarrassment.

Damn it, he'd forgotten to tell the masseuse who he was massaging for!

Aguilar's expression darkened, his right eyelid twitching as he glared at the masseuse.

"Heh heh, it happens to all men as they age, easy to have kidney..."

Shut the fuck up!

Aguilar was, after all, the boss of Juarez; how could he tolerate this? He grabbed a knife and fork from the table, seized the masseuse by the head, and plunged it into his neck!

Blood splattered all over him.

The brutal scene caused the women in the swimming pool to dive in, not daring to show their heads.

"Didn't you pray to Jesus before leaving your house!" Aguilar said to the masseuse, who emitted a muffled sound from his throat and after a dry rattle, stretching out his hand in a struggle, he died.

Alas...

See, working can only lead to one road: death.

Not even the truth can be told.

"Drag him away and feed him to the dogs," he said.

The subordinate rushed over and dragged the body away.

Aguilar pulled out a napkin to wipe his hands, looking at the report on Victor on the table, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Boss, a phone call for you."

He picked up the phone and listened to the person on the other end start talking, "Aguilar, Victor must not be allowed to return to Tijuana alive."

"Is the CIA going to take him out?"

The word CIA caused the expression of a bodyguard standing nearby to flicker, and he leaned in closer, pricking up his ears.

"We can help you, but we won't lift a finger."

Aguilar, clearly in a bad mood, couldn't help but sneer, "You always like doing the dirty work from behind the scenes, wanting to be a whore but also play the saint."

To his surprise, the person on the other end remained calm after his insult, calmly saying, "That's right, you're correct, but consider, if Victor returns to Tijuana, do you think Chihuahua State will remain peaceful?"

Aguilar furrowed his brow, "What are you going to do?"

"He's returning on American Airlines; just make the plane crash."

It was said dismissively, but what about the other passengers on the plane?

Aguilar didn't ask, nor did the CIA mention it on the phone; clearly, for them, eliminating Victor was the highest priority.

The other people?

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They never choose between right and wrong; that's juvenile idealism for the young. For them, there's only success and failure.

"When?"

"The flight is tomorrow morning at eight-thirty."

"The plane is expected to crash in the Pacific Ocean."

"There's one more thing, step aside to hear me out."

Aguilar moved, shifting to a shadier location. As a trusted subordinate tried to follow, he was sharply reprimanded, "Stay there, don't move!"

The subordinate had no choice but to stand there, looking rather uneasy.

"Speak," Aguilar found a cooler spot and said.

"There's a traitor within your ranks. I don't know who it is precisely, but they're communicating with the Northern Army and are right by your side!"

He abruptly looked up, his gaze falling on the trusted subordinate he had just scolded, narrowing his eyes, "Hidalgo-Costilla!!"

The subordinate's face changed drastically!

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