Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1784 - 790: Victor and I Are the Real Heroes! (Part 4)
"Go ahead, remember, don't let the British know we kept a trick up our sleeve." Bokassa waved his hand, got up shakily, humming an off-key tune as he left the secret room. He seemed to already see, in some future day, the scene of he and Victor shaking hands across the space, together dividing the world, a scene magnificent in his imagination.
The undercurrents of the African Continent have now interwoven with the whirlpools of North America and Europe, becoming even more murky and dangerous.
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Mexico City, in the office.
Casare stood to the side, holding a freshly delivered encrypted message, his face ashen. "Boss, the Anti-Corruption Bureau and Ministry of Internal Affairs have teamed up again, and had another 'harvest.' A Deputy Director from the Budget Department of the Treasury attempted to flee through Venezuela, detained at the airport. From the oil painting frame he had checked in, they discovered raw gems valued over two million US Dollars and Swiss Bank bearer bond certificates. During preliminary interrogation, he admitted to manipulating budgets for several infrastructure projects and accepting bribes from competitors of the 'Silicon Valley Mexico' project, deliberately delaying and distorting related fund approval processes."
Victor's gaze shifted from Bokassa's crazy rhetoric to Casare: "Competitors? Who?"
"Several local giants in the construction and building materials industry, with shadows of certain individuals from the Oil Association and Manufacturing Alliance behind them. They don't want to see resources flowing to the barren land south of the city."
Casare's voice was low, "Additionally, over at the Equipment Development Agency, following Gals' lead, uncovered three more officers at the rank of Colonel suspected of taking huge kickbacks during the import of equipment parts, passing off inferior goods, even causing some sensitive materials to 'disappear,' flowing into the Black Market."
"Arrest those who need arresting, interrogate those who need interrogating. Make the evidence chain solid, especially the parts connected to those tycoons in the business circle. Then, hold an internal briefing, with high-level attendance, let everyone listen. They like to convene privately, right? They like to trouble me, right? I'll let them see enough."
Casare hesitated for a moment: "Boss, this move is too big, some have indeed made remarkable achievements."
"Achievements?" Victor finally turned his head, stared at Casare, "Casare, you were with me from the start. Tell me, back then in Tijuana, when we risked our lives fighting the drug traffickers and Government Forces, what were we thinking? Was it to someday sit in an office and count kickbacks stained with compatriots' blood?"
Casare lowered his head: "Of course not!"
"So what makes them think, just because they have achievements, they have a license for corruption, an immunity from hindering national progress?"
Victor's tone remained calm, "Achievements are achievements, faults are faults. Achievements can be rewarded, can allow him a lifetime of wealth and leisure. But faults, especially ones like undermining the country from within, must be cleansed with blood."
"On Bramo's end, the progress of 'Silicon Valley Mexico' cannot stop. Tell those bureaucrats from the Ministry of Power and Communication Department, if they continue playing delay and obstruction, their names will be next on the television list. Accelerate the talent introduction plan. Have Turing and Von Braun list their ten most wanted people, no matter where in the world, by any means necessary, bring them back to me; money isn't a problem, nor are methods."
"Understood."
After Casare left, Victor sat alone in the dim surveillance room, his gaze returning to the screen, the greed of internal parasites, the pressure from outside, this world never stops its hostility and scheming against him.
He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
Fear? Of course they should be afraid.
Mercy is but solace for the weak.
On this thorn-filled path to the pinnacle of power, to reshape the fate of the nation, he understood long ago, only by being more ruthless than the enemy, more decisive than the traitors, more unscrupulous than anyone could imagine, can you forge a bloody path.
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