Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 713 - 405: Take care, Brother! Goodbye, girl! Love you, Mom! _2

Brutus's throat emitted a hissing sound.

Pulled out and continued stabbing!

Two stabs and the lawyer from the "Magic Circle" was instantly out of the "Biological Circle."

"Ah!! Murder! Murder!!!"

The front of the Washington Post is a busy street area, originally surrounded by onlookers who screamed and ran away in panic.

"Go go go!" The two men moved against the crowd, dived into an alley, and disappeared without a trace.

Soon the folks from the United States Secret Service arrived, protecting Belsaria. The moment the 7-seater SUV arrived, the doors opened, and they jumped in and zoomed away.

And they did not notice, a Mercedes parked nearby followed them.

Mexico Special Service Bureau No.2 in position!

Soon the police arrived, and when they discovered the deceased was a well-known lawyer, they were also surprised…

But as surprising as it was, the speed of solving the case was really poor.

Everyone had run away...

The only one who knew anything was Belsaria.

But when they called the number left in the company's internal directory, on the other side was... The Pentagon.

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Swoosh~

Victor put down the newspaper, his expression became stern, "You said Belsaria was attacked?"

Casare nodded, "The perpetrator was a lawyer, but was taken out by the Special Service agents present at the scene."

Hearing this, the other side relieved, "What happened?"

"The perpetrator must have consumed too much of Hell No.1, which agitated his brain, subconsciously triggering his inner violent tendencies."

Casare looked worried, "Boss, this new drug Hell No.1 is too powerful. We used over 300 drug traffickers for live experiments and found that this drug incites aggression, restlessness, and depression 65% faster than other drugs on the market. That means, once hooked, they definitely display behaviors that are not normal in a short period of time."

"If consumed in excess, it causes stiffness in limbs, slurred speech, and rigid movements, just like a zombie!"

"The most important is, after overdosing it doesn't lead to sudden death but rather induces a desire to bite."

"In San Antonio, Texas alone, there have been 67 cases of addicts attacking people, including instances where people charged at police officers, resulting in 3 police deaths but also 14 people being beaten to death."

"The harm of Hell No.1, I think, is like an atomic bomb during peacetime!"

Victor was taken aback by Casare's words, and after a moment when his cigarette burned down, he flinched and stubbed out the butt in the ashtray.

"I think we should issue a global warning through the United Nations Drug Control Agency, maximally highlighting the threat, and categorize the buyers, users, and traffickers as 'irreversible' on the list."

"Alright, do as you suggest, let Joachim Ribbentrop convene a meeting of the Drug Control Agency, and make sure the dangers are explicitly clarified."

Casare nodded in agreement, "For us, the real challenge is managing Kima Huakan Slum. With a population of 4 million, we don't know how many drug traffickers and addicts are there, and most importantly, it's too densely populated with complex demographics. I'm afraid if we seem too assertive, it might provoke a backlash from local gangs."

What's the concept of 4 million people?

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Just think of it as the capital of a medium-sized country, mostly on the hillside, densely populated...

Can you really consider using artillery fire?

4 million people, oh!

How many would die from one shell?

Are you going to slaughter all the people in the slum?

Well, that would...

Even that little mustached man from Germany would have to respectfully call you "big brother."

Victor frowned, and the office atmosphere was somewhat tense.

At that moment, the phone on the desk rang.

Casare raised an eyebrow, glanced at his boss who nodded slightly, and he quickly picked up, "Hello!"

"Alright, I understand. I'll relay the message to the general."

He hung up the phone, his expression serious, "Boss, the gangs in Kima Huakan Slum opened fire on my troops, resulting in 3 deaths and 6 injuries."

Exactly the worry that had been anticipated!

Those gang members are into drug trafficking. If you, Victor, tell them to get lost, would they?

They would definitely fight you to the death!

Holding 4 million people hostage...

Betting you wouldn't dare to use force.

They know the slum better than those from the north, knowing the prices of each woman, each twist and turn of the paths, easy targets for a sneak attack.

But clearly, they underestimated Victor, he's a tough cookie.

"Order the formation of the 5th Marine Division based on the 5th Battalion, with Goodrian as the division commander and Douglas Hague as the deputy. Draw willing soldiers from the reserves as reinforcements, pulling 20,000 new recruits from the training camps in the north."

"Appoint him as the military governor of Mexico City and the general in charge of the Kima Huakan Slum campaign, with the authority to command the capital's stationed military forces for coordination."