Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 554 - 348: Women are poison, the more you consume, the more you crave!
Israeli women indeed have circumcisions!
There are 27 countries worldwide that practice this abomination,
including the YSL sect and the Christian primitive sect.
What does this tell us?
Divide Jesus into three parts, brothers!
Paul Emile knew this wasn't a trivial matter and promptly reported it.
In a small villa in Morelia.
Casare's eyes drooped with fatigue.
During the fight, the BLU-82 bombs were joyously dropped.
But cleaning up afterward was a true hassle.
After the war, the city had to be disinfected and the corpses burned immediately; otherwise, diseases would break out.
If it were to spread, the entire army could be wiped out, a similar problem to what had occurred on the front lines of World War I.
And later, the renowned anti-Japanese World War II general Sen Ouwa also made his name because of athlete's foot.
Destroying is easy, but reconstruction is truly disheartening.
He hadn't closed his eyes for more than two days.
Jason Bourne brought him a midnight snack and, looking at the substantially thinner Casare, said, "Take a break."
"The boss asked me to hold down Morelia; I have to do it well. Otherwise, how can I live up to the boss's high expectations?" Casare shook his head, his voice somewhat hoarse, "There's a lack of food and medicine in the city, and surely some will feel restless. We must maintain local law and order, and kill anyone who sticks their head out!"
Clearly, Casare had also grown quite a bit, speaking with an air of authority.
Jason Bourne nodded lightly.
Morelia had a population close to 300,000; one misstep could lead to losing everything.
Fortunately, reinforcements were on the way; as soon as they arrived, whether demons or ghosts, they'd all have to believe in Victor.
Casare was about to try the midnight snack when he heard chaotic and hurried footsteps outside, and then Manstein, dressed in combat gear, rushed in.
He put the midnight snack down again.
"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked nervously.
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"Some soldiers found Mossad in the slums, a shootout occurred, one killed, one caught alive, and nearby they found defensive maps, including detailed records of the Fourth Battalion's configuration..."
"You mean we have a traitor inside?!" Jason Bourne furrowed his brow from the side.
"Impossible!"
Before Manstein could speak, Casare waved his hand, "The Fourth Battalion has an outstanding record, fights everywhere, and is immensely loyal to the General. There can't be a traitor. Don't talk nonsense and discourage the brothers."
Manstein's expression then relaxed slightly.
There were no problems when Rommel was around; imagine the shame if a traitor appeared as soon as he took over.
Jason Bourne glanced over and immediately understood, "It must be Mossad's informants hiding in the city, those Rat diggers are the best at hiding."
"Convey my order, martial law throughout the city is to be intensified; no one is to enter or exit…" Casare paused; he had more to say about rounding up the Jews, but thought better of it, realizing it could cause trouble.
The last one who did that had already committed suicide.
Doing it again, public opinion alone could crush Mexico.
After all, it hadn't even been 50 years since World War II, and there were still many who had witnessed that catastrophe.
Casare had Victor's backing, but he did not want to shit where he ate.
There were approximately 70,000 Jews in Mexico, but... these people were wealthy, influential in many places, even within the government structure.
Their relationships with drug traffickers and local gangs were also murky.
Casare still clearly remembered, back in Lower California, a local Jewish legislator ran for mayor among 20 others; in the end, he was the only survivor.
He wouldn't elaborate much on the issue, but how could there be no foul play?
"Morelia is the capital of Michoacan, it must not be chaotic. Announce a citywide reward: anyone who spots suspicious individuals can report to the soldiers on the spot, with a reward up to 20,000 US Dollars!"
"Also, that living spy must be thoroughly interrogated!"
Mobilize the power of the masses.
Make those spies have nowhere to hide.
Manstein nodded, grinning viciously, "I'm going to interrogate that bastard now; I guarantee he'll wish he was dead!"
"The larger the territory, the more issues, the more chaotic the personnel, we'll be busier in the future," Casare sighed, rubbing his face fiercely before perking up again, "That's why we have to help the boss share the load. A happy life isn't easy to come by; anyone who dares to mess it up will be sent to their death!"
His words carried a whiff of murderous intent.
Those who have never been to Mexico have no idea about the living conditions of the locals there. Many travel bloggers say how wonderful Mexico is, with great scenery, food, and polite people, but what the hell does that have to do with the common people?
Mexico's crime rate is at 7.57, the third-highest in the world, behind Myanmar at 8.15 and Colombia at 7.75!
It is also one of the countries with the most homicides.
Even the death toll between 1987 and 1990 exceeded the number of soldiers killed in the Afghanistan war, and they were all homicides.
What is Victor doing?
Recreating the Olmec civilization!
A hundred years later, they'll have to call him the Father of the Nation!
Casare's demands aren't high; after his death, he just wants people to be able to look at his statue, and with a thumbs-up, say "brave."
So, anyone who dares to drag Mexico back into the abyss is TMD their enemy!
Mexico? Israel? Or some damn Haiti...
Beat to death indiscriminately!
Someone has to do such an earth-shattering feat; why can't it be the boss!
