Working as a police officer in Mexico

"When I walked out the door, three people broke my leg right in front of the police. They told me, 'Stop investigating!'"

"I saw with my own eyes that the police told them, 'Don't kill him right in front of the police station.'"

"That's when I realized, so this too is a business! A bunch of bastard dogs profiting crazily off child trafficking!!!"

"God is blind, and Buddha? He's nothing but gilded mud—what the fuck does he know!?"

"I'm writing all of this down so everyone will speak out, so everyone can see how dark society has become! Where is the light? Where is justice!!"

"General Victor, kill them all! Kill all these disgusting, dark, filthy beings in this wretched world!!!"

That tone, you could tell—this was a small-town striver driven insane. When he thought stepping out of the mountain would lead him to the light, turns out...

Even the wild boars out there were man-eaters.

Victor could feel his despair. He placed his cigarette in the ashtray and wrote two words under the article: "Understood."

The ID name written was: Mexico Victor.

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9:40 a.m.

Once all the journalists were seated,

Rudendorf walked onto the stage. The flashbulbs below never stopped, click-click-click!

He already had a naturally menacing face, and now, with his stern expression, he radiated an overwhelming aura.

Almost instinctively, the reporters below fell silent.

"Gentlemen, ladies..."

A translator stood by, converting his words into English.

"Today is destined to be a sorrowful day. Here in Petras City, we have uncovered an atrocity worthy of being inscribed in the annals of human history. We discovered 17,878 bodies, 30 tons of drugs, and 377 children."

When this number was revealed, even the most hardened reporters couldn't help but cry out in shock.

"The moment this horrific case came to light, the National Palace took it very seriously, forming a special task force to investigate. Through our inquiries,"

"we found this to be an organized transnational crime, involving a shocking number of individuals—the largest we have seen in history!"

Rudendorf lifted his head, his gaze unnervingly calm.

"The organization is named the 'Red Shoes Club.' It is composed of certain elites in the United States. They use the skin of live children to make shoes and exploit their resources and influence to traffic children worldwide."

Boom!!!

The reporters surged to their feet, the ones in the back getting worked up and pushing forward, only to be stopped by soldiers.

"They also engage in human sacrifices, dismemberment for consumption, and the refinement of body fat into elite circles' so-called 'longevity oils.' They believe this extends their lifespan."

Rudendorf wasn't speaking without evidence. He picked up two photos from the table. "This is Saint James Island, located off the southeastern coast of Saint Thomas in the Caribbean Sea. Our intelligence personnel have uncovered some truly nauseating information."

"American elites were raising girls on this island for their entertainment. Moreover, we have a list here, which includes many politicians and celebrities!"

"General, could we see this list?" the reporters below eagerly asked.

"This list will be released shortly by 'Mexican News Weekly.' It contains over 300 names and will completely exceed your imagination!"

Mexican News Weekly?

What kind of outlet is that? Never heard of it, yet at this moment, it had the undivided envy of all reporters.

"Faced with such appalling, heartbreaking, and intolerable atrocities, under the orders of the Supreme Leader, we will designate the 'Red Shoes Club,' the Bolimia Club, the Ku Klux Klan, the Illuminati..."

Rudendorf went on to list over a dozen organizations, all classic entities in Europe and America's conspiracy theories.

"...as terrorist organizations. Anyone providing valuable information will be rewarded with 200,000 US dollars, and we will maintain the highest level of confidentiality for the informants."

"Gentlemen, ladies!"

"Our world should not be like this!"

Rudendorf shouted passionately: "The world should be full of light. Everyone should have the right to live on land they love. All peace-loving people should wear smiles, while filth, depravity, and wickedness are destined to be reviled by everyone."

"So, if the sun of this world is already trembling and setting, then let a new light rise from Mexico!"

He raised his fist and declared triumphantly, "For the great cause of all humanity—long live!"

The surrounding soldiers raised their fists and echoed his cry.

In that moment, it seemed as if heaven and earth were overturned, and the voice of the people roared to the skies!

Rudendorf looked at the reporters below, his chest swelling with thunderous conviction.

Let this news fly out, and when the time comes, who could dare to call Victor a "tyrant"? Who would have the audacity to label Victor a "tyrant"?!

If you still hesitate, let Victor be the one to lead the way!

After the press conference ended, reporters scrambled to their phones to relay the news to their headquarters. Half an hour later, 'Mexican News Weekly' published the so-called "list."

The very first name on the list? William Jefferson!

That's the newly elected president of the United States!

Freshly elected, and now caught in this scandal?

The second on the list was the famed magician Copperfield, while third was the Duke of York from the United Kingdom.

Further down the list, more than a hundred names followed.

All were household names.

That very day, newspaper sales across Mexico exceeded 2 million copies...

And entering the 1990s, with the rise of the internet, the speed of dissemination was staggering—the list quickly traveled from the southernmost side of the rainbow to the northernmost extremes. If penguins could read, they might have cursed too.

Seizing the momentum, Mexico's Internet Technology Department unveiled a website that allowed anonymous reporting of drug, trafficking, and organ trade cases, as well as publishing missing persons notices.

The system crashed within a day...

"General, there are too many visitors," said the exhausted Alan Macsison Turing, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Then add more servers, Alan. In this era of waves, we must run at the forefront. In the future, whether it's war or humanity, the internet is indispensable. Don't worry about money—if we're out, apply for more."

Victor was generous, waving it off...

He had a visionary sight. Of course, he wanted to be the first leader to eat from the "cake." What's public image? What's traffic?

Isn't it true that a certain businessman later became the cash king on traffic alone?

And isn't there an American who leveraged the internet to win the presidency?

In the current internet boom, Victor had no intention of missing out on a piece of the action.

Alan Macsison Turing thought for a moment after hearing the general's words, then nodded.

Since the funding was open-ended, he would go full throttle.

Alongside being a bigwig in the Internet Technology Department, he was also the president of the Mexican Academy of Sciences and the head of "Cuernavaca."

After conquering Morelos State, Victor had integrated it into Mexico State. This city, only 80 kilometers from the capital, was designated as the "IT industry base," akin to Silicon Valley in the United States or Bangalore in India.

With the aid of Golden Finger, he exchanged points for advanced technology, establishing a tech park that rivaled the world's most cutting-edge regions with technologies like operating systems, chips, and processors. Why not surpass them?

Because points were too damn expensive.

Victor planned to draw the "dragon vein" of Silicon Valley's destiny here. Naturally, he also understood—by going so aggressively against capital, his assets in the United States would likely be unearthed and directly "confiscated."

This was a filthy trick the Americans had used countless times before—if they couldn't beat you, they'd take your assets instead, wouldn't they?

Keep in mind, Victor wasn't Jewish, nor was he a pure-blooded white. He was of Indo-European mixed descent.

According to scripture, that made him a "slave."

He had already sold off his shares in Apple, Microsoft, and other tech companies, fully liquidating his U.S. assets. After cashing out over 30 billion US dollars from dozens of companies, he was out.

One could say...

Victor had instantly catapulted himself into the ranks of the world's wealthiest elite.

This money was dispersed across "many pockets," making it exceedingly difficult to trace.

The North American dragon vein did not lie in the Rocky Mountains but in the Sierra Madre Mountains.

After Alan Macsison Turing left, just as Victor was about to leave, the phone on his desk rang. He picked it up.

"Hello."

"General, Drug Enforcement Department Commissioner Joachim Ribbentrop was attacked outside the United Nations Headquarters. The assailant was a local white man."

Victor's brow twitched, and a wave of fury shot straight to his head.

"How bold!"

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