Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1564 - 725: No More Bottom Line
Chapter 1564 -725: No More Bottom Line
This barrage of questions hit Marquezβs heart like a heavy hammer. His complexion finally changed completely, and the hand holding the beer bottle began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. ππΏπ²ππ πππ»πΌπ―ππ.ππΌπΊ
The βIron Broomβ operation Victor carried out in MichoacΓ‘n, that extreme method of cleansing, had already scared some people out of their wits. Of course, frightened or not, business had to continue.
That was not a trial for justice; it was ruthless physical erasure. Before, they might have been able to comfort themselves, thinking the Emperor is far away or believing their methods were concealed well enough, but with Victor coming in personβ¦
This thunderbolt, they didnβt know when it would explode.
βSoβ¦so what do you say we do now?β Marquezβs voice was dry and hoarse, with obvious panic, βThe directors at the hospitals who know the detailsβ¦β
βImmediately! Right away!β
Moralesβs tone was urgent, βCall the directors of the hospitals you control, use whatever means, threats or bribes, to keep their mouths shut! All records involvingβ¦involving special supplies and false reimbursements must be destroyed, leaving no trace! Also, those doctors involved, especially the ones responsible for surgeries, arrange for them to leave Quintana Roo immediately, lay low far away, and under no circumstances return without my notice!β
Marquez swallowed, nodding with difficulty: βIβllβ¦Iβll make the call now.β He scrambled to find his phone.
But Morales pressed down on his hand, a fierce light in his eyes like a beast cornered: βThereβs something more urgent! You mentioned earlier that Curry still has a batch of βcargoβ detained, how many exactly?β
Marquez hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering, seemingly reluctant to disclose the exact figure, but under Moralesβs pressuring gaze, he spoke in a low voice: βAbout, over 100. Most of them were picked up from Cancun Beach and Women Island over the past two months, all backpackers without much background, their disappearance not likely to trigger large-scale diplomatic disputesβ¦β
βOver 100β¦β Morales inhaled sharply; even though he was mentally prepared, the number still made his heart skip a beat.
He closed his eyes, his mind filled with the image of his entire family being slaughtered, then opened them again with a cold resolution: βNone can be left, Rodrigo, not a single one!β
βWhat?!β Marquezβs shock nearly made him jump up, βAll of them?! Thatβsβ¦thatβs money! And handling itβ¦β
βWhatβs more important, money or life?!β
βIf youβre dead, your 19-year-old wife will take your money and marry someone else.β
βIβ¦I understandβ¦β Marquezβs survival instinct overwhelmed everything, βThen deal with it; deal with all of it. Make it clean and sharp.β
βHave you chosen a location?β Morales pressed on, needing to ensure there were no mistakes.
βThe abandoned limestone pit in the northern part of the city, itβs deep, no one ever goes there, bury it and pour cement overβ¦β Marquez quickly explained, evidently not handling such βtroublesβ for the first time.
βFind trustworthy people, those who can keep their mouths shut.β Morales instructed, βAct fast, Victorβs special train will arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, we must clear all obvious evidence before he arrives!β
βAlright, Iβll arrange it right away.β
Morales watched Marquez start making calls, feeling a slight relief, but his heart was still pounding in his chest.
He had said enough, and seeing a teacup on the table, he wanted a sip, but upon opening it, a foul stench hit him full in the face.
βWhat is this!β he asked with an unpleasant expression.
Alfredo Marquez was momentarily stunned, his eyes flickering, βBaby brain matter, consuming it keeps one youthful forever.β
Moralesβs eyes slowly widened before he ran to the side, covering his mouth.
βFuck!!!!β
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