Working as a police officer in Mexico

Yucatan Island.

In a luxurious villa, soothing music filled the air early in the morning.

The entire living room was suffused with the scent of heather powder.

"Los Zetas", the Grandmaster of the Southern Government in name, Arturo Desena, was lying sensuously on the couch, staring at the blonde in front of him, unable to resist touching her again.

"Annoying~ You watch TV first, I'll tidy up." The girl laughed, turned on the TV for him, and even flirted from a distance as she walked to the bathroom.

The only drawback was... she was quite older.

Probably in her early forties.

And Arturo Desena was only 24 years old!

This...

His appetite was comparable to that of a macaque.

Really...

I envy people who can eat anything.

Sometimes, some people's hobbies really jump out of your understanding.

Oh right, this is not some prostitute, this is Arturo Desena's girlfriend, who used to be a cashier.

"Roar~" In a glass room on the ground floor in the living room, a white tiger yawned loudly, its lazy eyelids flickering.

Arturo Desena, naked, sprawled on the sofa with his arms open, turned on the TV, humming a tune, about to find some food, when he heard the female announcer on TV.

"The Kima Huakan Slum was liberated yesterday!"

"Over 200,000 people have been rescued from gang control, located in a civilian resettlement area in Mexico City. Despite the heavy rain yesterday, General Victor, concerned for their safety, braved the danger and visited the locals personally. He was furious upon finding severe negligence on the part of the person in charge that evening, ordered harsh measures, and moved the public to chant 'Long Live the General!'"

On TV, you could see the figure of Victor, raising his hand and shouting, "Long live the people!"

You could hear the roaring waves of the crowd.

Arturo Desena's expression stiffened...

Watching the scene on TV felt as if he was eating dog shit!

Moreover...

Kima Huakan was liberated?!

Knowing the Southern Government's combat plan, they estimated that this slum of 4 million people would block them for at least three to four months. Who knew it would end so soon?

In fact, in Victor's view, settling it in half a year was feasible, but then Goodrian, who was skilled in both the pen and the sword, simply shut off the water valve...

This, HK was also familiar with.

"Origin of Life" gone, and you are left with no life, right?

He forcefully threw the remote control towards the TV, and hearing the noise, his girlfriend came out and saw the remote shattered into several pieces on the floor, then looked up at the TV and immediately understood. She was not just climbing the social ladder because she still retained her allure.

Beautiful women are not valued highly in Mexico.

In Southeast Asia...

They are considered valuable.

Their industries are more diverse.

The girl walked behind Arturo Desena, her fingers climbing up to his temples, then said gently, "Don't watch this, it's giving you a headache again."

Her fingers massaged soothingly, easing his discomfort significantly.

Very naturally, almost half of his anger dissipated.

Venting to his girlfriend, Arturo Desena couldn't help complaining, "Victor has plenty of time to prepare, he's now even tackled the slum problem, damn it! What about us? There are still people at home watching their own interests, I tell you, sooner or later, it will all belong to Victor!"

"They just care about themselves."

Arturo Desena's face turned fierce, "But Victor won't find it so easy to stabilize his position, not without being dragged through the mud, I'd write my name backward if he does."

The girl's expression flickered, her hand sliding down his shoulder, leaning into his ear and whispering, "I just love this side of you."

His lust was stirred by this move, and just as he was ready to continue his ride, the girl held his hand and said with a smile, "Wait, I have something else later, Mrs. Elvis Salinas, the President's wife, is going shopping."

"Why does she always seek you out lately?"

"Maybe she wants to please you through me?"

Arturo Desena listened, his brow slightly relaxed, and a smile of satisfaction appeared on his lips as he patted her buttocks, "Alright, then go ahead, manage things well for me."

The girlfriend smiled, kissed him, then went to take a shower, and after coming out of the room fully made-up, she found that he had already left the villa. The room felt empty with only her, but she was used to it, picked up the keys to the Ferrari, and drove out in the Ferrari F40.

Turning a corner, she saw a refrigerated milk truck parked not far away also start up, creeping slowly behind her.

On it sat two men, looking like Indo-European mixed race.

"Do we follow Arturo's girlfriend without telling him?" asked the co-pilot.

"Tell him what? We belong to the Cali Cartel, we handle all the intelligence operations of the organization, we don't need to tell anyone, we have the authority to act first and report later, we belong to the American Drug Trafficking Group, and he? He's just someone we support…" The driver wanted to speak out boldly but stopped short in the end.

"Anyway, let him handle any complaints, he can discuss it with the boss."

The intelligence capability of the Cali Cartel was famous, even the CIA had suffered losses, when Arturo discovered that the Southern Government was being infiltrated, he approached Pablo, who also went to negotiate with the Cali Cartel and agreed to help.

They had long set their sights on Arturo's older girlfriend.

Intuition!

The refrigerated truck followed the Ferrari closely, lucky that she wasn't driving fast, otherwise they would have overtaken her long ago. Still, at a traffic light intersection, the Ferrari accelerated, taking advantage of a changing light and dashed through.