Working as a police officer in Mexico

Casare saw his boss step back, feeling a bit bewildered and clueless.

But suddenly, Victor pointed at the bodyguard at the door and said, "Grab him!"

Gerald Meyer's face changed.

The other Special Service bodyguards were stunned. The first to run over was Casare, who grabbed the person, relying on his massive "weight" to pin him to the ground. The reacting bodyguards immediately held him down.

"Sir! Sir! What is happening?"

Victor waved his hand and said to Rohus Mishi, the Deputy Director of the Special Service and his close aide, "Check his transactions, and furthermore, arrest Maxim and Vincent, two Special Service employees?"

Rohus Mishi's face looked grim, as if he understood something, his eyelids twitching, "They're on vacation..."

"Arrest them, they conspired to kidnap me. Investigate thoroughly."

Without an expression, Victor said to his secretary Martin, "Activate plan number two for the journey."

The person was caught off guard but responded immediately when hearing the Supreme Leader's words.

Meanwhile, Gerald Meyer's face turned deathly pale, loudly pleading, "Sir, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me, just this once!"

Deputy Director Rohus Mishi angrily went over and kicked him in the jaw, the sound of bones breaking audible, shouting angrily, "Take him away, take him away."

What is the motto of the Special Service: "Loyalty to the Supreme Leader above all!"

There was actually an insider, which he found unbelievable.

Victor's expression remained calm until the armored Hummer came, and he got right in. Rohus Mishi was about to follow but was held back by Casare, who raised his chin slightly, "You better interrogate well."

"Yes!" Although Rohus Mishi felt a chill inside, he knew the leader was very upset now that there was a traitor within his own ranks??

The most crucial point was that he didn't know, but the Supreme Leader discovered it!

That implies the Supreme Leader has a "source of intelligence" unknown to him and others.

After watching the convoy leave, he angrily returned, grabbing Gerald Meyer's hair with a fierce look in his eyes, "Gerald, you know the department's methods, will you speak, or shall I do it for you!"

The other's face turned ashen grey, he lay on the ground and spilled everything.

"I lost a lot of money in stocks, combined with gambling, I... I was desperate!" he mournfully shouted, raising his twisted jaw, tears mingling with snot, "Director, Director, spare my life, spare my life!"

Rohus Mishi and the nearby Special Service employees were stunned!

Just like being addicted to gambling or drugs...

It's never changeable!

One jumps, one overdoses, and Mexicos' largest concentration of casinos is in Guadalajara and Mexicali; the government issues gambling licenses, and every day someone jumps from them...

As for stock trading...

This thing really kills without blinking an eye, many units strictly prohibit trading stocks because they're afraid you'll lose rationality. For instance, if a pilot sees their dashboard turn red, would they crash the plane into the ground?????

The European Army also had many cases of people going rogue due to bad investments in stocks and gambling debts, leading to indiscriminate killing.

Such incidents are not few.

Rohus Mishi just couldn't understand how this could happen within his department, "Disgrace! What a disgrace! Take him away, seeing him makes me feel sick."

He paused, "Your life will depend on the Supreme Leader's decision!"

Two employees dragged him by the shoulders, pulling him away.

"Others, follow me, let's capture those other two traitors."

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Inside the Hummer, Casare and Secretary Martin Bao Man dared not breathe heavily, sitting restlessly.

"There must be stricter scrutiny on civil servants and military personnel, absolutely forbidding any confidential personnel from trading stocks, gambling, engaging in business, or having close relatives involved in commercial activities."

After a while, Victor finally spoke, turning his head, with eyes blazing like two burning flames, "We can rely on victories to earn the respect of the troops, rely on drug sweeping and crime fighting to gain public support, but the hearts of those with vested interests are eventually corroded by greed!"

As always...

Should we develop the economy first, or ideology first?

Victor didn't know how others chose, but he chose the former. In Mexico, things are different; if you say the people live in hardship, that is true, as drug traffickers ran rampant in the old society, but as funds circulate, basic social circulation won't be lacking.

If you let them pursue ideology first, then economy...

Almost 200 million Mexicans are not to be underestimated.

Mexico has its own national conditions!

Corrupted by the United States too severely.

Casare nodded in agreement, suddenly, bad ideas came to him, lowering his voice, "Boss, do you want to use this incident as a warning example?"

Victor's left eye twitched, "What do you mean?"

"The U.S. Military has captured Ojinaga, the news cannot be hidden, it will surely stir the public, especially the big businessmen negotiating relocation with us and the minorities in Chiapas State, they are sure to make trouble."

"Instead of this, why don't we take the initiative!"

"Find one from the enterprises in Belize to kill their momentum. We could say they are fickle, attempting to collaborate with internal traitors to attack you. We can use this excuse to tighten the pockets of those capitalists. For example, the state could further increase equity or send economic personnel to serve as deputy managers, integrating these big entrepreneurs completely into the Mexican framework."