Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1686 - 764: Boss Wei Has a Big Head, Too! (Part 4)
Capítulo 1686: Chapter 764: Boss Wei Has a Big Head, Too! (Part 4)
“The Asia-Pacific market was also not spared. The Nikkei 225 index fell by 3.8%, export enterprises were hit by exchange rate fluctuations, and the Hang Seng index fell by 5.1%, hitting a new low for the year. But there were clear signs of capital outflow from the energy and non-ferrous metals sectors. It is noteworthy that international funds show signs of shifting to some emerging Southeast Asian markets and commodity futures, with gold prices breaking through the $420 per ounce mark, and crude oil prices remaining high due to geopolitical risk premiums…”
Hmm… Unstable situation, let’s hike gold prices first!
“All liars!” Harvey suddenly erupted, his voice exploding in the cramped dining room.
The two children shuddered, Sofia’s tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
“Harvey!” Isabel exclaimed.
“Liars! Liars! They’re all damn liars!”
Harvey’s face was flushed red, the veins on his neck bulging. He abruptly stood up from the chair, the legs of the chair scraping sharply against the floor. He stared intently at the face calmly analyzing on the television screen, at those gold-rimmed glasses, at that neatly combed hair.
“California brings employment? I’m damn unemployed! Discount stores? Isabel goes to queue at five in the morning, and queues for three hours to buy limited cornmeal and eggs! The price of transformation? The price is my son’s school canceling extracurricular activities because I can’t afford the additional fees! The price is my mother’s blood pressure medication price doubling!”
His chest heaved violently, like a fish suffocating for air.
“War! War! All they know is war! Fighting on other people’s land! So many have died, what have we gained? More sanctions! Higher prices! More desperate days! Why don’t they understand? War will only drag us down! Drag everyone down!”
“Harvey, I’m begging you, stop, the children are…” Isabel’s voice broke with sobs, she reached out trying to grasp her husband’s arm.
But Harvey abruptly shook her hand away.
His gaze landed on the sturdy glass ashtray on the coffee table, it was a souvenir from years ago when he had an outstanding performance at his company, with “Outstanding Contribution” engraved on it.
Without much hesitation, he grabbed the ashtray.
“Dad!” Diego screamed.
Harvey threw the ashtray at the television with all his might!
“Crash——!!!”
A loud bang.
The center of the television screen exploded with a huge spider web crack, which rapidly spread outward.
It went black for an instant, but eerily, the TV speaker didn’t seem completely broken, the financial analyst’s voice still intermittently, mixed with electrical static, came through:
“…maintain… cautiously optimistic… long-term structural opportunities… period of pain… must unite… support the leader’s… vision…”
Behind the shattered screen, the voice twisted and continued, like whisperings from a ghost from another world.
The ashtray fell to the floor, rolled a few times, stopped at the corner of the wall. The words “Outstanding Contribution” faced up, covered in dust.
The dining room was deathly silent.
Diego and Sofia clung tightly to each other, too scared to cry out loud. Isabel covered her mouth, tears silently streaming down.
Harvey stood there, looking at the broken television, at the flickering, distorted images and the ongoing voice about “opportunity” and “pain.” It seemed like all of his strength was instantly drained away.
The anger that had surged like the tide to its peak now receded suddenly, leaving only boundless fatigue and despair.
He slowly lowered his head, his shoulders collapsing.
“I’m tired.” He said, his voice so faint it was almost inaudible.
He neither looked at his wife nor his kids, turned around, his steps somewhat unsteady as he walked to the bedroom.
Isabel opened her mouth, wanting to call him, to say something, but ultimately only let out a stifled sob. She watched her husband’s silhouette disappear at the bedroom door, which wasn’t shut properly.
After a few seconds, she wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and squeezed a smile more heartbreaking than crying to the children, patting their heads, “It’s alright… Dad is just… just too tired. Let’s continue eating, alright? Finish the meal.”
She started tidying up the beans and overturned glass from Harvey’s table. Her hands were trembling.
Diego and Sofia kept their heads down, taking small bites of the now cold food, not daring to make a sound.
About 5 minutes later.
A piercing, distorted female scream suddenly came from downstairs!
Following that was chaotic shouting, the dull thud of something heavy falling, although not loud through several floors, the texture of it made the heart pound, then more screams, people running, noisy shouts.
Isabel’s hand froze as she was wiping the table.
A cold premonition instantly crawled up her spine, choking her throat.
The cloth fell to the ground from her hand.
“Harvey?” She called out softly, her voice dry.
No answer.
Silence enveloped the bedroom.
Too silent.
Isabel’s face turned deathly pale instantly.
She abruptly turned around, almost staggering as she rushed to the bedroom.
Diego and Sofia looked at their mom in confusion.
The bedroom door was ajar. Isabel, hands shaking, pushed it open.
The room was empty.
The window was wide open.
The cool evening breeze was blowing through the wide-open window, fluttering the thin curtain.
Outside the window, below, voices were surging, chaotic sounds drifting faintly.
Isabel ran to the window frantically, screaming, tears falling uncontrollably, hurriedly rushing out of the room, leaving the children behind as she ran downstairs.
And the children cried out, chasing after her.
Isabel burst out of the corridor, seeing many people gathered around, her husband lying on the ground covered in blood, she screamed and rushed over, pushing through the crowd, hugging her husband, tears streaming, “Please, call an ambulance, call an ambulance!!”
Many people quickly pulled out their phones to make calls.
And Isabel, hugging her husband’s head, was trembling all over, she saw her husband’s left hand tightly grasped, and the edge of a paper was exposed, she trembled, trying hard to pry open his hand.
She saw it was a paper, and on it was written a sentence:
“Victor is a son of a bitch! Those politicians are sons of bitches too! They’re always ambitious, never caring about how we feel!”
“War? Damn the war!”
Words expressing disappointment in the Mexican authorities…
And hatred towards Victor for waging war…
Drug prohibition…
Why prohibit it on someone else’s turf?!!!
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