Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1789 - 791: Victor’s Ashtray Has Arrived!! (5)
Capítulo 1789: Chapter 791: Victor’s Ashtray Has Arrived!! (5)
Miguel Sanchez’s face completely lost its color. He started trembling all over, his lips quivering, but he couldn’t speak.
The office was deathly silent.
These were all things Victor saw through Golden Finger.
Suddenly, Miguel moved.
He reached with his left hand for the ceramic ashtray on the coffee table.
But Victor’s movement was faster.
Victor picked up the heavy brass ashtray next to the sofa with his right hand, weighing four or five pounds.
Casare roared as he pounced, but Miguel’s target wasn’t him, it was Victor.
This usually docile and honest file clerk now had a crazed gleam in his eyes. He grabbed the ceramic ashtray with both hands and swung it fiercely at Victor’s head.
“Die! You tyrant!”
Victor didn’t dodge.
As the ashtray came down, the brass ashtray in his right hand swung upward like a war hammer.
“Clang!”
The ceramic ashtray shattered, pieces flying everywhere. Miguel’s wrist split open, blood streaming out.
But Victor’s action didn’t stop.
After smashing the ceramic piece, the arc of the brass ashtray continued, solidly hitting Miguel’s left cheek.
“Thud!”
The sound of flesh and skin tearing.
Miguel was hit and sent flying sideways, crashing into the bookshelf, documents and books tumbling down. Half of his face caved in, his cheekbone shattered, teeth mixed with blood sprayed out.
But he wasn’t dead yet.
The unmasked old spy now burst out with his last bit of madness and struggled to get up, howling as he charged towards Victor again.
Casare had already drawn his gun, but Victor raised a hand to stop him.
Fat Casare was the only one besides security allowed to be near Victor with a gun.
Victor held the brass ashtray, now stained with blood, and walked directly toward Miguel.
Victor sidestepped, grabbing Miguel’s wrist with his left hand, and slammed down with the ashtray.
“This one, for the family of the physicist dismembered in Munich.”
Miguel fell again, a dagger slipping from his hand. He tried to get up, but Victor was already on top of him, fists raining down like torrents.
“This one, for the engineer drowned in the Italian swimming pool.”
“This one, for the Spanish mathematician killed in the car accident.”
“This one, for Dr. Castro’s child who almost died.”
Each punch landed hard on his face, the sound of bones breaking was endless.
Miguel could initially still scream, but later only twitched unconsciously.
Casare and Bennett stood aside, watching the leader like an enraged lion.
The final blow, Victor raised the ashtray high, paused for a second, then slammed it down with all his might.
“Bang!”
Miguel Sanchez’s head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter splattering everywhere. His body convulsed a few more times before falling completely still.
The only sound left in the office was heavy breathing.
Victor stood up from the corpse, covered in blood.
He didn’t even glance at the pulp on the ground and walked to the sink, turning on the faucet, washing the blood from his hands slowly.
“Bennett.” Victor turned around.
The Director of the Counterintelligence Bureau shuddered: “Leader.” 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
“What do you have to say about letting such a rat slip through?”
Bennett was in tears: “Leader, I failed in my duty! I deserve death! Sanchez has been with us for so long, I never suspected him! His wife’s illness was real, and so was his child’s schooling, I even lent him money… I never thought, never thought…”
“Get up.”
Victor’s voice was very calm, “You did indeed fail, but not because you didn’t realize he was a traitor, but because you trusted this ‘old brotherhood’ identity too much. From today, every member of the Counterintelligence Bureau will be re-examined, especially old employees from the Tijuana era. I want you to personally lead the team, check them one by one. If another Miguel pops up, you can join him.”
Bennett tremblingly stood up: “Yes! I’ll take care of it immediately!”
Victor walked to the window, looking at the gloomy sky outside.
“Casare.”
“Boss.”
“Take care of Miguel’s body, then do something.” Victor’s voice was as cold as the Siberian wind, “First, compile evidence of his betrayal, including the Swiss accounts, son’s scholarship, telegraph records, and send them to all the old brothers from the Tijuana era, let them see the fate of the betrayer.”
Casare took a deep breath: “Understood! I’ll get on it right away!”
Victor waved his hand, signaling them to leave.
Once the office door closed, he stood alone in the room filled with the smell of blood, lighting a cigarette.
Among swirling smoke, he looked down at the pile of pulp on the ground.
Miguel Sanchez, an old brother from the Tijuana era, had been with him for fifteen years. Ultimately, he betrayed the country’s future for a sum of money and a scholarship for his son.
Ah, humanity, it’s really not up to the test.
Not to mention the distant…
Uh, never mind, let’s not even talk about the near ones, anyway, this thing called humanity, is too complicated.
Just take the present…
Your good brother asks to borrow a hundred thousand, a million, can you guarantee to trust he will pay it back?
If you hesitate, it means you don’t trust your brother.
If you are quick to agree, it means you trust your brother too much.
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