Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1018 - 526: "Hey, you’re a freaking genius!

In Tijuca National Park, Rio de Janeiro.

Here stands the world-famous Christ the Redeemer statue on Corcovado Mountain, also known as Humpback Mountain.

Two figures cast long shadows under the night sky.

Hannibal from Ares Defense Company, a Mexican state-owned enterprise, was limping, supported by Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva by his side.

Da Silva, with speckles of gray already visible on his head, looked up at the giant 30-meter sculpture and remarked, "Stunning, isn’t it? When I first stood at its feet, I felt so insignificant, for a moment, you know?"

"I even wanted to become a priest."

But in Latin America, being a priest, do you know how to use an AK? Do you know how to shoot rapidly?

No? What the hell are you doing?

Do you know what the first sentence of the Latin American Bible is?

If you can’t shoot, then you’re screwed.

"The Savior overlooks the world, overlooking all beings; to him, perhaps all joys and sorrows aren’t significant, but we, after all, live in the world." Hannibal said faintly, pointing ungraciously, "Look, even where God embraces is a rich area, he too despises the poor and loves the rich."

"Moreover, to solve Brazil’s problems, unless God carries a nuclear bomb."

Da Silva didn’t blame Hannibal for being disrespectful to Jesus; if humans truly respected God, we wouldn’t have our current technology. Humans, by nature, are bold and fearless.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will take residence in the Planaalto Palace!"

This is actually the result of mutual benefit exchanges among several parties. After all, bringing ministerial figures to force affairs, if Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva didn’t step up, that would be laughable.

By then, there would certainly be a reckoning.

He himself understood this too.

"We don’t get involved in any politics; that’s our company’s code of conduct." Hannibal insisted.

Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva turned his head to look at him, feeling somewhat irritated, "Got a cigarette?"

"I remember you don’t smoke?"

Hannibal looked at him in surprise, gestured to his subordinate behind him to hand over a cigarette.

"Don’t you smoke? I remember you do," Da Silva asked in astonishment.

"Smoking’s not good, makes you impotent."

"..."

"It’s not an easy habit to break."

Hannibal: "Just grit your teeth, once you decide on something, don’t leave any room for compromise, otherwise, you will always compromise with yourself."

Those words carried some philosophy.

Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva nodded, walked over to the observation deck, looked outward, pointing to the equally brightly lit slum, "How much evil do you think hides beneath that light?"

"I don’t know."

"About 300,000 civilians live in the Rosina Slum, but there were only 121 reports to the police last year."

"Those who don’t know would think Rio de Janeiro is some sort of safe haven, but this is the most violent place in the whole world!"

"I know, many people reported to the police, but the ones responding would be the drug traffickers they met last night. It’s too common here for someone to be a cop by day and a drug trafficker by night, these civilians are too afraid to report, when someone reports, the drug traffickers in the slum will take care of it themselves!"

"There are more than 30 gangs in the Rosina Slum, and the local people are miserable!"

"If it were General Victor, what would he do?"

Hannibal thought for a moment, "Cut off water, electricity, and escape routes, blast with 105-caliber daily, flay the drug traffickers’ bodies as initial patrol deterrence to gangs."

Da Silva was dumbfounded at what he heard.

Hey, hey, hey...

I just asked, why did you answer so honestly?

That left him speechless right away.

Hannibal glanced at him, the other person’s eyelid twitching non-stop, clearly battling inner turmoil.

Isn’t Victor’s approach effective?

Besides the European and American Human Rights Organizations barking here, it doesn’t have much impact, of course, the premise is being able to ignore external influences like he does.

Not everyone has Victor’s... thick skin.

Didn’t that later President in the Philippines adopt Victor’s ideology and then get globally wanted?

And it was led by people from his own territory.

Tsk tsk tsk, if in Mexico, Victor’s territory, you would have been dragged to the Sonora Desert to be fertilizer long ago.

Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva still didn’t have the guts, after a puff on the cigarette, he shook his head with a bitter smile, "Can’t do that in Brazil."

"However, cracking down on drug traffickers and other crimes is urgent. Once I take office, I will push for joining Ren Lian, and I hope to request the ’Anti-Drug Maintenance Force’ intervention from countries like Mexico!"

"I don’t trust the locals."

This does show some boldness, given that the domestic pressure would also be significant.

Especially from the internal affairs and police departments; isn’t it obviously showing distrust for one’s own people?

To put it bluntly, it’s colluding with outsiders!

"I’m under a lot of pressure, but as long as I show the people hope, I will bear any burden, Hannibal, we need a big fish."

"Even the number two of the Capital First Command isn’t enough?"

"No, not enough, not causing a big enough stir."

Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva moved forward, nearly face-to-face with him, gritting his teeth, "I want Marcos Camacho’s head!"

For a politician to be this furious, it’s clear that the Capital First Command has definitely crossed him.

Earlier, their number two Octavia Pas was killed in prison, and those photos of him eating were leaked, shocking Brazil!

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