Working as a police officer in Mexico

Deng deng deng~!

Urgent footsteps echoed through the National Palace, and the employees witnessed a shocking scene.

The busy ministers, deputy ministers, and other high-ranking officials all hurried over.

Sometimes, before one car was properly parked, another one would arrive.

And what was most unsettling…

A regiment from the Mexican Guards isolated the National Palace inside and out, and the internal security team instructed all employees to stay in their offices and not go out.

"Why? I need to go to the bathroom!" In the office on the second floor, a bespectacled middle-aged man asked nervously.

"That's an order." The soldier replied strictly.

"I'm the Director of the National Palace Education and Cultural Office…" The man still planned to use his status, but was interrupted as soon as he started, "Sir, please do not obstruct me. If you have any questions, you can contact my officer."

Seeing his unwavering stance, the director had no choice but to sit back in his office, but the unease in his heart began to grow.

After about four or five minutes, four or five people wearing white coats walked in, carrying rapid detection equipment, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will conduct drug tests on everyone."

!!!!

"Why wasn't I notified?" The director asked in panic.

Other employees were indifferent, but they were curious about their director's slightly panicked demeanor. What's wrong with a drug test?

Could it be…

Smart minds had started racing.

Meanwhile, in the top-floor office of the National Palace.

Casare sat sternly, with Cuauhtémoc also frowning beside him. The ministers below also sensed something amiss. Previously, during meetings, the Prime Minister would always greet old friends with a smile and a gentle tone.

But now…

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone feel a bit itchy.

"Leader is here!"

The guard outside shouted.

Casare, as if he had springs installed, stood up with a swish, and once he was upright, the others followed suit.

Victor, in full military uniform, walked in with a formidable expression. The people below applauded, but they felt a chill in their hearts. The Supreme Leader hadn't worn a military uniform for a long time, but every time he did, it meant someone was in trouble!

"Is anyone absent?"

"The Deputy Minister of the Treasury Department is sick, the Director of the Social Security Bureau of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is on leave, and…" Casare hadn't finished speaking before Victor slammed the table, boom—

The teacup at the edge of the table fell to the ground.

"Is it real sickness or fake sickness? Have the Ministry of Internal Affairs investigate thoroughly."

Casare responded vigorously.

Victor's gaze swept over the properly seated crowd, his face darkened, "Our lives have improved, and many people have forgotten how we climbed to this point step by step!"

"Many have forgotten their original intent!"

"Perhaps you don't know what I'm talking about, so let me tell you, according to information, there are people here using drugs!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room eerily silenced for a moment, and then everyone's expressions visibly shifted. But discipline kept them sitting quietly without whispering, although Victor standing above still witnessed a few people with panicked expressions.

"Bring them in." He said to Casare, who hurriedly ran down to bring in the waiting detection personnel.

"Now, everyone remains seated quietly while professionals conduct the testing."

These words were rather insulting, but who dared to question Victor?

The testing personnel were providing one-on-one service, and their process was swift, requiring only a blood sample on the test paper for detection.

Victor leaned back slightly, lit a cigarette, and sat quietly.

The test paper was quick, about two minutes…

"Here!"

A testing personnel raised their hand and shouted, and swiftly all eyes turned.

"Zalavi of the Information and Public Department." Casare said softly.

"Impossible, impossible, the test paper is wrong, I didn't use drugs, I didn't use drugs." The other party stood up agitatedly and even reached out trying to grab the test paper, but was pressed to the ground by security personnel who had been watching him.

"Take him away." Casare gestured.

"Wronged, I'm wronged!" The other party shouted twice before being muted and pulled away.

Others with secrets in their hearts started to break into cold sweats.

"Here!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

One by one, the testing personnel raised their hands, Victor looked grim, as did Casare. Both had expressions so gloomy they could drip water. President Cuauhtémoc remained expressionless, but his right eye twitched, indicating his inner turmoil.

Half an hour later, the overall testing concluded.

Originally, out of sixty to seventy people in the large conference room, 10 were taken away!

A sixth of the people were found using drugs?

That was simply shocking!

"Shame! Shame!" Victor uttered these five words and left without looking back, expressing his profound disappointment.

But that's how leaders are; fewer words mean more resolve, signifying serious matters.

Sure enough, once he left, Casare spoke:

"From today, there will be a three-month correction for internal issues, especially for those with a weak political defense, collapsing ideals and beliefs, without any fighting spirit, thinking they can rest easy now? Such people will be severely punished!"

"Additionally, any drug users will undergo reexamination, and if drug use is confirmed, severe punishment will be meted out. Those harboring others who use drugs, organizing drug use, or trafficking drugs, regardless of their identity or status, will be executed!"