Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 344 The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; doing nothing makes no mistakes!

When Victor arrived at the Governor's Mansion, a group of people were already waiting downstairs.

Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and other military figures were waiting. When he saw the car approaching, he went up to open the door and shouted, "General."

"Let's go in and talk."

Victor walked in front with an expressionless face, and the big guys followed behind him.

His driver parked the car and called Tijuana's police chief.

"Hello, Mr. Director, I'm sorry to bother you, but I have something to tell you tonight..."

The police chief, who was drinking with some local contacts, suddenly shuddered and sobered up instantly.

"Understood, I understand."

After he hung up the phone, he frowned, his face a little flushed from being drunk, but his eyes were clear. He was scared. Did someone speeding and squeeze into the Governor's motorcade?

"What's wrong?" The person in charge of the transportation department sitting next to him asked hurriedly when he saw that his expression was not right.

"Hurry up and get someone to check who was driving a Ferrari on the Tijuana Bridge today. Damn, he almost knocked over the Governor's motorcade."

The officials and wealthy people at the table were shocked when they heard this.

The one in charge of the transportation department turned even paler.

Fuck!
You didn't drive earlier or later, and when you were hit by the Governor, you still argued with his motorcade. Aren't you looking for death?
"I'll ask someone to check it out right away." He quickly stood up and called the person on duty.

At this time, on the other side of the dining table, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking relatively gentle looked a little uneasy. He held the phone, apologized to everyone, left the table, and went to the toilet outside to make a call.

No one answered the first time.

No one answered the second time.

The third time, someone finally answered the phone. He was drunk and very dissatisfied, shouting, "Hey, who the hell are you? Why are you calling so late at night?"

"Oded Casiraghi!" The man heard the throbbing dance music from the other side and the other side's nonsense. "Where the hell have you been again?"

There was silence on the other end, and then there was a flurry of noises, the sound of a wine bottle being knocked over, and the other party ran to a quiet place and called out, "Dad."

"Where are you! Are you hanging out with someone again? I want to ask you, did you race with someone on the Tijuana Bridge tonight?"

Odette Casiraghi was stunned. He wanted to lie, but he hesitated and didn't dare to say it.

"Go home! Come back!" The man immediately understood that it was his own little bastard.

"Dad...my friend is having...a birthday today."

"Don't call me dad, you are my dad! Come back, if you don't come back, don't come back, die outside."

He hung up the phone angrily, turned on the faucet to splash water on his face, took out some paper to wipe the water, threw it into the trash can, took a deep breath, and walked back to the box. He suddenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

Everyone looked at him with pity.

"Philip, the child needs to be educated well, otherwise if something happens, it will also implicate you."

Phillips Cameron, director of the Tijuana Drug Enforcement Agency, suddenly looked unhappy.

The drinking party ended in a bad mood.

When he returned home in a rage, he saw the Ferrari parked outside. The more he looked at it, the angrier he got, so he picked up a brick from the corner and smashed it at the car!
The hood and glass were all smashed!
Family members who heard the noise ran out.

"What are you doing? Phillips!" his wife shouted in surprise and came up to grab him.

"Ask the little bastard what he did." Phillips Cameron pointed at his son hiding in the back and gritted his teeth. "He nearly overturned the Governor's motorcade by speeding."

"Ah?" Both the wife and son stared when they heard the news.

"If I don't beat you to death, you'll be a nuisance to me sooner or later!" As he said this, he pulled off his belt and rushed over, attacking him from left and right.

The other party screamed in pain.

"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him, are you going to beat him to death?" His wife rushed over and pulled him, saying to their son lying on the ground, "Go! Go!"

Oded Casiraghi got up and ran, driving a Lamborghini Countach without license plates from the garage.

If you don't run away, you will be beaten to death.

Looking at the car, Narcotics Director Phillips Cameron's face changed, "Where did that car come from?"

"It was given to me by someone else. I saw my son liked it, so I took it down."

"Why do you want everything? If someone gives you a bomb, would you take it too?!"

The wife was startled for a moment, but then she felt very aggrieved and yelled, "What's wrong with taking a little car? When I married you, you were still a small prison guard. Now that you're rich, can't you let us enjoy some of the good things?"

"Isn't it just a car?!"

Phillips Cameron looked livid.

The fact that he can sit in this position is not just a matter of ability. The Governor said that you are capable. Even if you are lame, you are still gifted.

He was one of the first police officers to join Victor's team. He was there when he was trained at the Plateau Prison and later followed him to Guadalupe Island. He is considered an old hand.

This is also the reason why he can stay in this position in the Narcotics Enforcement Administration.

Victor is not harsh to these old people. If you want to continue serving in the army, your rank will be promoted. If you want to retire to the second line, you can become the head of some department.

Isn't it because everyone follows you to get promoted and make money?

Maybe it was because he was too poor before. Ever since he became the police chief, his wife has often used his name to make money, and his son has stopped studying and just hangs out with people.

"It will only be a matter of time before our family is torn apart by the two of you!" Phillips Cameron said angrily to his wife and walked into the house with a gloomy face. He had to think about how to prevent the Governor from getting too angry.

The wife smiled smugly behind him.

She has decided to defeat the other party.

She understood that her husband was more responsible. If it was a man with a bad temper who could abandon her at any time, she would not have such a bad temper.

Still too good to her.

But as soon as I walked into the living room, the phone on the coffee table rang.

Phillips Cameron picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Good evening, Mr. Director~" A man's gentle voice came from the other end.

"Who are you?"

"Ebel Baburin, oh oh, maybe you haven't heard of me, but I'm working for the Medellin Cartel now."

"Damn drug dealer!" Phillips Cameron cursed and was about to hang up the phone.

"Don't hang up yet, sir. If you look down on drug dealers, why did you accept the gift? Your son's Lamborghini Countach is not cheap."

The director of the Narcotics Control Bureau's face changed when he heard this, and he yelled at his wife who came in, "Who sent that car?"

"You're so loud..."

Phillips Cameron grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it over, shouting with a ferocious look, "Who sent this!!!"

Seeing him like that, his wife finally got scared and said, "Yes... a man came to my house and gave me $40 and car keys, and I..."

"You just accepted it?!"

Hold! !

The man on the other end of the phone laughed twice and said, "Don't get excited, Mr. Director, we are just making friends."

This friend is a cannibal!
Phillips Cameron's eyes were gloomy. "How do you want to hand it over?"

"Haha, don't be nervous. We won't eat you. How about this, let's go out for a cup of coffee tomorrow?"

"I'll tell you the address tomorrow. I think you will definitely give me some face. You don't want...your son to be shot. Oh, he's a drug dealer."

When Phillips Cameron heard this, his pupils shrank, and the voice in the microphone died. He raised his head and looked at his wife with bloodshot eyes, "Your son is dealing drugs!!"

The woman shuddered when she heard this, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"You guys are going to kill me!" He gritted his teeth, "I'll have someone arrest him right now."

As he was about to make a phone call, the woman came up and grabbed him, crying and shouting, "Do you want him to die? If he is caught, will he still be alive?"

"So you want our whole family to die!"

"You shed your blood for the Governor, you died for Mexico, won't you be forgiven for this?"

Snapped!
A slap came directly over.

The wife was knocked to the ground, covering her face and trying to roll over. Phillips Cameron rode on her and punched her left and right, leaving her face swollen.

He stood up, still a little out of breath, his eyes sinister, "I'm telling you, if he dies and we have another child, at worst we'll be rich men, but if I really get involved with the drug dealers and I die, you two will have to become stray dogs."

Phillips Cameron knows this better than anyone.

the most important…

The Governor is really cruel to drug dealers. If you are caught by him personally, what good will it be? The whole family will play Candy Crush for you!

It is better to take the initiative. Apart from the principle issue of drug trafficking, many problems are not a problem for an old man like Phillips Cameron.

He picked up the phone and decisively called the Drug Enforcement Administration officer on duty, asking them to arrest Oded Casiraghi immediately!
"The suspect drove away in a vehicle. If there was resistance..."

Phillips Cameron's eyes twitched, and he looked a little painful. "Shoot him on the spot!"

"Ah, Cameron, you...you want to kill our son." The wife sat on the ground crying and screaming.

"Excuting an order."

"Yes, Director!"

Phillips Cameron collapsed on the sofa, all his energy and spirit gone.

It was raining heavily outside.

As if to say...

Ruined.

He suddenly stood up and ran into the rain.

No matter how his wife called out to him, he never turned back.

.........

Governor's Palace.

Victor held a brief meeting with the staff and confirmed the decision to launch a "campaign" in Michoacan.

"After taking Michoacan, we are less than 400 kilometers away from Mexico City and only 50 kilometers away from Guerrero, where drug traffickers gather in the south. We can kill them all with artillery!"

"I command," Victor shouted.

All the seated generals stood up.

"The Mexican 16th Regiment attacked the De La Tamores area from Colima State. The 1st Marine Division pressed forward from the southern part of Jalisco State, cut off the roads in the Apatzingan area, and besieged the drug traffickers who came to support from the northwest. The Air Force gave the 4th Battalion air tactical guidance!"

“Liberate Michoacan today!”

"Loyalty!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others shouted.

After the meeting, they went to convey the order. As soon as Victor walked out of the meeting room, he saw the captain of the guard, Joseph Joffre, walking towards him with a wet man who smelled of sweat.

"Cameron?" Victor shouted in surprise.

Phillips Cameron suddenly knelt in front of him and slapped himself several times on both sides, turning his face red.

"What are you doing? Hold him."

Joseph Joffre hastened to hold down his hand.

"I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to my brothers!" Phillips Cameron cried, "I gave birth to a bastard!!"

Victor's face hardened. Seeing that many people were looking at him, he said, "Let's go to the office and talk."

"Okay, there's nothing to see, just do your work." Joseph Joffre said with a raised eyebrow.

There are people watching the fun everywhere.

After entering the Governor’s office, the Director of Narcotics dragged out everything, including the bribes he received from drug dealers.

"General, please shoot me, and my son too. As for my wife... please have pity on her and let her remarry."

The office was unusually quiet.

Victor was holding a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at him unhappily and said, "Stand up. What's the point of crying? We haven't cried since the Tijuana drug cartel, you coward."

Phillips Cameron kept his head down.

"I am not harsh on my brothers. I am not afraid of doing something wrong, but I am afraid of not daring to admit it. If you had not confessed voluntarily this time and I had found out, I would have shot you right now."

Victor took two sips and suddenly asked, "Do you think there are many people who take money from drug dealers?"

The other party hesitated, "Not a few, many brothers have been poor."

He was a prison guard a year and a half ago, and a year and a half later he became the director of the Narcotics Enforcement Administration or the police chief in a country with a population of millions. Who wouldn't be proud?
It's not easy to suppress your true heart.

"Drug dealers must be put to death. This is the bottom line. Take your men to find the drug dealers who bribed you. I want to see how many people have been corrupted!"

"Don't let me down again."

Phillips Cameron gritted his teeth, nodded vigorously, and walked out angrily. He wanted to find those people and kill them!
son?

I am only 35 and I can still have children!!
It’s not that he is cruel, he is really not, but the general is cruel for you.

Call ~
Victor exhaled a puff of smoke.

To be honest, he didn't have any special fluctuations.

The Americans, drug dealers and some other forces will definitely find ways to cause trouble for you, because everyone is greedy.

Victor can only try to give some important positions to talents who have exchanged points.

There are too many small administrative units such as village heads, town mayors, small bureau chiefs, etc. We still have to rely on people.

As for the old man, as long as he admits it himself, Victor will not kill him. Of course, for someone like Phillips Cameron, he will definitely lose his position as the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration and should just go out and become a dairy farm owner.

'Send me George Smiley.'

...

Germany.

An apartment in Berlin.

There is a cordon down there.

Many people stood by and watched the fun.

A murder has occurred.

The 7th floor was filled with a smell of blood.

A few young people couldn't stand it and came out to vomit.

Senior Inspector Jandy Matthews of the Berlin Police Department chewed gum and watched the scene inside. Even though he was used to seeing big scenes, he was a little...

There are intestines hanging on the electric fan!

The two men's heads were chopped off and hung on hangers, while other parts were torn into pieces and scattered everywhere.

"Has the deceased been identified?" asked Jandy Matthews.

“Inbound Israeli businessmen.”

He paused, "Another Israeli?" He looked at his companions, "Is this the fourth one?"

Is there a murderer who specifically targeted them?

Not like ah!
The companion nodded, "The fourth case in a week."

Jandy Matthews chewed the gum in his mouth and was thinking when he heard a noise outside. He turned his head and saw three men walking in.

The leading man pulled out an ID and said, "Federal Military Intelligence Bureau, we have taken over this case."

Someone from the military?

Jandy Matthews flipped left and right, touched the steel stamp on the lower right corner, and nodded. "How do you need us to cooperate?"

"You guys go out, leave the inside to us."

"Let's withdraw!"

He waved his hand and left with the police.

After they had left, three members of the Federal Military Intelligence Agency began to search around.

"Boss, we don't care?"

A policeman asked at the door.

Jandy Matthews glanced at him and said, "Someone else is taking the blame, why should we rush over? It's not you who died anyway."

It makes some sense.

“You know what the first thing you do when you find out there’s a problem?”

"Solve the problem?"

Jandy Matthews shook his finger. "It's just an excuse to throw the hard problems out there. As long as I don't do anything,

It’s not my fault.”

"Let's go, let's go back and eat!"

……

(End of this chapter)