Working as a police officer in Mexico

When Casare and the others learned that the boss's second son was named Bruto Kutuzov Vieri, everyone was silent, not even daring to breathe.

They were no longer Smooth Operators; they had read books and understood what these names represented. It seemed that the nominal "First Lady" Belsaria was not a simple woman either.

If one is not careful, a brotherly conflict is not unheard of.

Like Iraq now, the two brothers are just short of clashing.

Since ancient times, power has been a poison wrapped in honey; everyone wants a taste.

Xuanwu Gate is still bleeding.

"Let's go, ask logistics to find a few more experienced servants to take care of Belsaria."

"Understood."

Victor turned back to glance at the already pushed out Belsaria, squeezed out a smile, patted her hand, comforted her with a few words, and kissed her forehead before leaving.

Casare and Goebbels exchanged glances, their eyes slightly trembling.

They knew that Belsaria's "naming incident" had made their boss somewhat uncomfortable, and this greeting seemed rather perfunctory.

This is very wrong!

From a political perspective, this is not good!

Following Victor out of the hospital, a few confidants walked behind, unsure about their thoughts.

"Give me a cigarette."

Casare hurriedly pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed it over, and even helped light it. After a deep inhale, Victor blew out a puff of smoke:

"I remember Little Caesar has an uncle, doesn't Krista have a brother?"

"Yes, he's a deputy magistrate in a county under Tijuana." Casare blurted out; his memory was really good, no, it was extremely good. Who would pay attention to such small figures?

Yet in his mind was a plethora of names of "miscellaneous people."

"Transfer him to Mexico City; you take him under your wing and teach him well."

"Alright—" Casare responded vigorously.

Victor threw the unfinished cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and walked back to the office.

"Do you think this woman's mind sometimes doesn't work right?" President Cuauhtémoc muttered softly to Goebbels beside him. The latter always remained silent, never initiating conversation. Upon hearing this, he raised his head, furrowing his brows, "Maybe she's just feeling discontent."

"Does being discontent mean a future isn't important?"

"She is Belsaria, First Lady, her son even if doing nothing is legitimate, politically more prosperous than Little Caesar. Now with this stunt, that supposed uncle in Tijuana rises instantly, what's going on? Aren't you clear?"

Cuauhtémoc furrowed his brow, "Is the Supreme Leader providing Little Caesar with a background? If it erupts, only Mexico will suffer damage!"

"Enough."

Casare calmly said, glancing at him, "Enough; the Supreme Leader knows it."

Cuauhtémoc's expression remained foul...

Many words he never spoke out loud, too bloody.

Meanwhile, back in the ward, Belsaria looked at her son sleeping beside her, a clean smile spread across her face as she picked up the phone, found the name marked "Brother," and dialed.

It rang twice, quickly answered within seconds.

"Hello, little sister," Bramo's voice was smiling, "Why are you calling today?"

His tone carried heavy fatigue.

"Brother, I gave birth, you're an uncle now."

"Really?!!" Bramo exclaimed in surprise, his pitch rising.

"Yes, twins, a boy and a girl."

"That's good, that's good; you need to take care of your body."

Listening to her brother's words, Belsaria suddenly felt aggrieved, starting to cry. Hearing her sobbing, Bramo stood up immediately, nervously asking, "What happened?"

"Did Victor bully you?"

"Brother, he has a kid outside, already three years old."

!!!!

Bramo's blood instantly rushed to his head, starting to curse wildly.

"Brother, you have to help me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Find that woman for me!"

Bramo fell silent, furrowing his brows; he understood his sister's character. Though outwardly unbothered, internally, she was...fiery. If she found Victor's other woman, big trouble was guaranteed.

Belsaria didn't hear Bramo's answer, remained silent, her heart sinking and feeling uncomfortable, "Brother, are you unwilling to help me?"

"Not unwilling to help you, I know what you want to do. Sister, you are a clever woman, you should understand Victor. If you cross the line, he wouldn't hesitate to discard you; Victor... is very merciless."

"Are you afraid that if I fall out with him, you'll lose support? You'll lose backing?" Belsaria suddenly said.

Bramo answered with silence.

"In you men's eyes, is family and women less important than the future?!!!"

The other side sighed softly, "Belsaria, perhaps you understand, throughout history, women have never truly been liberated. Even European women are mere embellishments in the political and commercial spheres. You may see true love in TV and news, but I tell you, those are ordinary people. When power and wealth rise above certain levels, women become mere accessories; you should be rational."

"You are Victor's legitimate wife, your child is his true heir, you are already happier than anyone else. As long as you stay stable, your position is firmer than anyone."