Working as a police officer in Mexico

"As long as the whistleblowing is successful, let this secretary rise to power!"

Goodness...

What a decisive move to cut off all support! (Thanks to the reader, Raul, for the suggestion~)

Isn't this just like installing a radar next to the leader?

"We also need to enhance the reward system for public reporting, but we must prevent false accusations, with an additional penalty for false accusations. Although this has significant drawbacks, I believe that for Mexico now, it is the best solution."

Will the people below cause trouble?

If they cause trouble, get them out; finding a farmer is hard, but finding an official shouldn't be.

Victor implements high salaries to maintain integrity. For example, Mayor Leopold Van Buren, although serving in an undeveloped area, easily earns 80,000 US dollars a year with his base salary and bonuses.

You should know that in 2024, the annual salary for the San Francisco Mayor is just 220,000 US dollars.

Meanwhile, at the same time, the New York City Mayor only earns 100,000, and Los Angeles only 50,000!

Also, they are equipped with a company car, a driver, and a house. State-level officials can hire three people, while mayors can hire two. All these salaries are paid by the government (funded by financial tycoons).

Under these conditions, as soon as something happened in Petras City, Victor had one word.

Kill!

Slaughter every one of those bureaucrats until heads roll.

"Is it still in time?"

"Find people first from retired officers, the military academy, and the political school, and prioritize deployment."

Victor thought for a second and immediately agreed, "Fine, you'll be responsible for this. Strive to equip every city with a full-time secretary by the start of the year."

This is the benefit of autocracy.

If you tried this as the President in the United States, hehe, you'd face impeachment tomorrow.

But in Mexico…

The Parliament is filled with military personnel, occasionally mixed with a few non-military local administrative officers.

But all are loyal to Victor.

After all, he handpicked them himself.

Cuauhtémoc stood up excitedly, "Leave it to me!"

...

The residents of Petras City found that the city-wide alert not only didn't stop but became more intense.

In one of the largest canning factories, which has about 1,700 workers, they were waiting to finish their shifts when suddenly the line leaders rushed in to tell them the entire factory would take a break for three days.

"Why are we taking a break?"

"Yeah, do we still get paid during the break? My son is getting married."

"Right, right."

The workers hurriedly asked, each chiming in, with worry in their eyes, mainly because the last break was during the Northern Army, oh, now the Government Forces, advancing when operations stopped.

They paused for more than a month back then, so of course, they're anxious now.

"Everyone, quiet down!"

The line leader, a bit overwhelmed by the noise, raised his hand and said, "The three-day holiday is arranged by the government, and it's paid leave."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Each was deeply concerned about their own interests.

"Line leader, why are we on break?" A head popped up from the crowd, asking out of curiosity, and all eyes turned to him.

The line leader clearly knew something, hesitated, then said, "You'll find out in a couple of days, so I'll tell you. It's rumored that a base left by the drug traffickers was discovered at that abandoned airport on the outskirts..."

"Is that the issue?"

"The base has more than ten thousand corpses." The line leader said with a glance.

"What!!"

The crowd stared with wide eyes, thinking they had misheard, over ten thousand bodies?

Petras City only has forty to fifty thousand people, damn it...

"So, this matter is very serious. Upper management has sent people down. Some of you should behave these days; if caught, expect a severe crackdown, don't blame me for not warning you."

Seeing him speak so seriously, some troublemakers shivered and recoiled.

Factories shut down, schools suspended classes...

On November 30th, the day before the press conference, the National Palace announced that all entertainment activities would be suspended on December 1st, and all government departments would lower their flags to half-mast in mourning.

This left the Mexican public bewildered.

But on the internet, someone had already released the information, and it started spreading rapidly!

Public outrage soared to an extreme.

Unbelievable that such a brutal thing still occurs almost to the 21st century.

Many countries worldwide forwarded the news, grabbing the headlines.

This is called a buildup...

The neighboring United States was also astounded upon hearing the news.

A globally attention-grabbing storm is playing out in Petras City, Mexico.

Palm Beach, Florida.

Due to its mild and pleasant climate, it's been entirely occupied by some super-rich individuals.

This is a well-known affluent area.

You practically all the American symbols live here.

Inside a villa with the number 8 on it.

A maid knelt on the ground trimming a dog's nails while three others groomed its fur. It's not some celebrity but the pet of the villa's owner.

The annual upkeep exceeds 600,000 US dollars.

In a room on the villa's second floor.

A little boy sat nervously, his feet shaking. His eyes glanced sideways, and the whole person was trembling a bit.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door opening.

He looked up, first seeing a pair of red leather shoes, then a strange man with a face of smiles, with eyes both wanton, appreciatively, and somewhat desirous...

"Mr. McKauli." The man extended his hand.

The little boy also extended his hand, but the other suddenly grasped it, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it, "What a fragrant scent~"

The boy, frightened, pulled his hand back.

The man didn't mind and sat on the sofa opposite, scrutinizing the boy, "I've seen your performance. I found you to be a genius, McKauli. You could become the highest-paid actor in the world."

"Tha...thank you." Although unsure why the man complimented him, politeness led him to thank him.

"But do you know? To become famous globally, you can't do without someone helping you, hahaha."

"Do you want to be the most famous male star worldwide?"

McKauli didn't know how to answer. He had a feeling it was a trap. After more than ten years in the entertainment industry, he was aware of its darkness, wherein some things have long been priced in secret.

He awkwardly tried to change the topic, glancing at the man's shoes and blurting out, "Sir, your leather shoes are truly beautiful."

Unexpectedly, his words made the man's eyes light up, "Really!"

"You truly have a sense of aesthetics, I appreciate your candor."

The man moved his shoes left and right on the floor, "Do you know Jamie?"

McKauli paused, thinking carefully, "Is it the girl I was with last year?"

"Yes, these shoes are made from her." The man smiled, raising his head and grinning, "On her birthday."

!!!!

McKauli's eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, his hands trembling?

Used?

Looking at those shoes again made his stomach churn...

Blurf...

He vomited directly, kneeling on the ground, retching, and substances burst out from his nose.

Inside the room, the atmosphere grew sinister, as the man watched him like prey.

"No, no, no..." McKauli cried out in terror.

Bang, bang, bang~

Suddenly, there was a knocking at the door.

The man's eyebrows raised, he stood up, with a fake smile on his lips, "I apologize, Mr. McKauli, it seems I can't stay any longer, I have to attend to some business, you can do as you please."

The boy looked up, seeing the butler outside dressed in tails, who sensed being watched. He raised his head, and their eyes met.

What were those eyes?

Indifferent, devoid of humanity!

Watching the door close, McKauli didn't know where the strength came from, but he rushed over, trying to shout loudly. Yet, when the door closed, no sound came out.

"What's wrong?" The man asked the butler.

"Sir, the Mexican side discovered our base in Petras City. The Mexicans have already announced a press conference for tomorrow."

"Pressure from public opinion?"

Unexpectedly, the man was disdainful, "Such things are least damaging to us. An idiot idealist trying to display light in the conspiracies of the world? Ridiculous."

Do people of status always speak with literary flourish?

If only Victor were here, he'd surely demonstrate what speaking plainly means.

The butler hesitated after hearing his master's words, "Do you want to take some counteraction?"

"After such an insult in Mexico, do you think we'll easily let it slide?"

"Victor..."

"Is not far from collapsing!"

The butler wondered where his master's confidence came from?

However, upon consideration, the red shoes have been around for centuries. In the Middle Ages, a group of uniquely perverted nobles and priests started kidnapping children and attributing them to so-called werewolves and vampires.

(Indeed, priests adore boys.)

For hundreds of years, this organization grew stronger through war and storms, and the power it could unleash was beyond your imagination.

This is the foundation!

The butler humbly lowered his head.

He was merely a servant, albeit a more exalted slave.

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