Working as a police officer in Mexico

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"Does this identification match the deceased?" Rommel glanced at him and asked the sergeant in front of him.

"It matches, the man was shot dead in the car, with a bullet to the chest, his face intact, clear as daylight…" The sergeant nodded in response.

"Company commander, company commander~" At that moment, not far away, a corporal was yelling. Rommel ran over, "What's going on!"

"This! Does he look like the Ten of Hearts from the poker deck bounty? Trevino Morales!" The corporal crouched down, lifted a body, wiped the blood off the man's face, and said excitedly.

Trevino Morales, nicknamed "Z—7!"

A notorious hitman from the "Los Zetas" of the Sinaloa Drug Cartel and a survivor from the "Emmisi Steel Factory," he became the third in command because everyone ahead of him was dead.

Typically, as long as you live long enough, you rise to the top!

He was infamous for his cruelty, once described as someone whose "pleasure is making others' lives worse than death."

The Governor of the North and the Mexican Government offered bounties of 2 million US Dollars and 700,000 US Dollars, respectively, for the capture of Trevino.

In 1988, he ordered the murder of 72 migrants from Central America and South America in San Fernando Town in Northern Mexico. The next year, authorities found a mass grave and 278 bodies there...

All his doing!

"This guy, he sure could run! He didn't die at the 'Emmisi Steel Factory,' and we killed him here!" The corporal said with a sense of relief.

But Rommel furrowed his brows and exchanged a glance with Fedor von Bock, "CIA mixed up with drug traffickers?"

"The drug traffickers just blew up the Statue of Liberty…" Rommel muttered, but then in the next second, said to himself, "Well, yes, if the CIA decides to be shameless, they could even give away their own mother."

"But what would they have to gain from mixing up with drug traffickers? It can't be to go against Mr. Victor, can it?"

Fedor interrupted Rommel's thoughts, "Company commander, I think we should leave this matter to the intelligence department to investigate. It could be a big deal!"

"Right, the satellite phone! I'm going to contact General Kennedy directly!"

Because of the smaller troop size, even company-level officers were allowed to talk directly to General Kennedy to prevent unexpected incidents.

The battlefield is all about efficiency!

Of course, no one made such calls without good reason.

Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

When Kennedy, who was sitting in the command center, heard this "guess," his heart sank, "I understand, I'll convey this to Mr. Victor right away."

He thought hard. The CIA working together with drug traffickers?

Whose idea was that?

Did the White House have some gripe against Victor?

Or was it the CIA acting on its own?

After hanging up the phone, Kennedy didn't hesitate for a moment and called Tijuana directly. Experience new tales on empire

Mr. Victor!

Your godfather, he doesn't love you anymore!

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New York. Times Square!

In a KFC.

Casare, Victor's top henchman, was beaming with joy.

His mother and four younger siblings had come to see him, for the first time in almost a year.

When the boss was just getting started, fearing for his family's safety, he had Best send them to the United States first. Later, when the "Police Family Quarters" on Guadalupe Island were established, he considered bringing them back.

But the education and resources in the United States are admittedly better than in Mexico.

Besides, Victor didn't insist, so they just kept staying here.

Life was good. He spent millions to buy a mansion and instantly leaped classes.

"Brother, eat~" The youngest sister handed him a fry dipped in ketchup and fed it to him. Casare smiled, took a bite, and patted her head.

"Your aunt gave birth to a son," his mother, Camila Sodi, said with a smile that revealed dimples and crow's feet, but it was clear she was pretty in her youth.

She was an actress when she was young, not famous, broad-hipped, uninhibited; she played a wide range of roles, often those "you know what I mean" types.

Then, at 18, she met Casare's no-good father, a wandering singer. It was love at first sight, or, really, lust at first sight.

A 34E bust size—who wouldn't be infatuated?

Casare was born when she was 20, but his father was seduced by a drug trafficker's girlfriend during a singing gig and then... was sent to meet his maker.

Human nature is weak, but a mother is strong.

She single-handedly raised Casare and four kids.

Camila Sodi is not yet 50.

The hard times had her on a tight budget, even considering selling her body for money, but she had her pride. Now that Casare was earning, she learned to take care of herself, her skin improved a lot, and she looked, still charming.

Just don't let Victor see your mom.

Otherwise, he might make a real move.

A mere age difference of less than 20 years.

Is that a gap?

As long as the steering wheel is steady, an old car can still go 100 mph.

And later in France, there was a real man whose wife was 24 years older than him; she graduated from college when he was just born, a truly "jaw-dropping" love story.

"Oh? What's his name?" Casare asked with a smile.

"Dragan!"

"??!" Upon hearing the name, Casare's smile instantly froze. It involuntarily brought to mind his cousin.

"Why choose that name?

"Your aunt thinks he is Dragan and hopes he grows up safely," Camila Sodi explained.

Let's hope he doesn't die young like your uncle.

"I want to go back to Mexico to see her, and while I'm there, to see Mr. Victor. I have to thank him for giving our family a good life."

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