novelweb #489 - Sooner or later the stars will shine!
#489 - Sooner or later the stars will shine!
"Let me go!"
"Let me go!!"
Vasily struggled with all his might. His eyes were red and swollen, his entire face bruised and purple, clearly… he had received quite a bit of 'care'.
Wearing shackles and handcuffs, the Internal Affairs Bureau members dragged him towards the "Sonora Liberation Cemetery" on the mountaintop.
Perhaps sensing something, Vasily's pupils constricted, and he struggled even more violently, his voice even trembling…
"Kill me, do it now, kill me!"
"Vasily, look! Who is that!" Standing behind him was Deputy Chief of Staff Eduard Fritz Blomberg, who pointed at the Alvarez statue in the distance and shouted loudly.
Vasily subconsciously raised his head. He exchanged a glance with the statue, then quickly looked away, his lips trembling.
Eduard Fritz Blomberg stepped forward and grabbed his head, "I told you to look at him!"
The other party struggled, but how could the strength of his neck match two hands? He was twisted around in an instant, his head held firmly in place, forcing him to look, "Do you still remember who he is?"
"Do you still remember Alvarez?"
"Do you still remember the scene of him fighting bloody battles in the industrial district?"
"Do you still remember his determination to reshape Mexico with a single call to arms?"
Vasily's psychological defenses were collapsing. His mouth was open, tears streaming down his face instantly, biting his lip so hard that blood seeped out from between his gums.
"You betrayed him, you betrayed the 377 fallen comrades, you betrayed your faith, you betrayed Mexico!"
"I didn't!"
Vasily roared, "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't…"
But the voice grew smaller and smaller, until finally, he had no confidence, kneeling on the ground, mouth open, shaking his head vigorously.
Blomberg's face was dark, "When the cemetery was built, you would come almost every month. Even when military affairs were very tense, you would come to confide in your comrades. But what about later… how long has it been since you came? What are you afraid of? Aren't you afraid of being speechless when you see Alvarez?"
Killing someone's heart!
It could be seen that someone next to him was carrying a camera, broadcasting this scene to San Diego, Guadalajara, Mexico City, and the front lines of the anti-drug battlefield in the south. Regiment-level officers sat up straight, watching with various expressions.
Eduard Fritz Blomberg's angry questioning was like a hammer, heavily hitting the other party's heart.
"According to the instructions of the Supreme Leadership Department, the hammer punishment is to be carried out!"
"Prepare for execution!"
A strong man from the Internal Affairs Department responsible for the execution came over with a hammer, on which some blood could be faintly seen. Obviously… countless people had died under this hammer!
In fact, it was also true. Generally, internal problems solved internally would be very "decent", especially those with merit. If it was really a death sentence, then the "extreme" method of hammer punishment would not be used.
This is called "unspoken rules."
Who are the people who are hammered to death?
Drug dealers, human traffickers, serial killers, and so on.
Vasily was destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame…
"Wait!"
Vasily, who had originally knelt on the ground and resigned himself to fate, suddenly raised his head, looking at Blomberg with despair and pleading, "Sir, can you bury me here…"
"You're not worthy!"
"Enough nonsense, execute him!"
The strong man standing behind him raised the hammer.
"Huh — —!!"
He slammed it down with force, and the head exploded like a balloon, bones and blood, as well as various layers of skin and flesh, splattering everywhere, with quite a bit even entering the mouths of those nearby.
Eduard Fritz Blomberg's eyelids twitched. He wiped the bone fragments from the corner of his mouth without changing his expression, and said in a cold voice, "This is the end of betrayal. No parasites are allowed to appear in the military. Now, all personnel with problems should consciously surrender to the military. If the Internal Affairs Bureau comes to your door…"
The officers watching the live broadcast saw a deputy army commander being beaten to death alive, and many people with guilty consciences trembled and wiped away their cold sweat.
Several people below jumped at the sound.
"I… I confess."
Finally, someone couldn't help but raise his hand, his voice trembling. It was a lieutenant colonel, and seeing him sitting in the front rows, it was known that his power was not low.
"Oakes, what did you do? Tell everyone!" The chief of staff sternly reprimanded.
"I once accepted 100,000 US dollars from the 'Ardillos Gang'…"
"Hmph, you, a dignified director of the Foreign Liaison Department of the military headquarters, are cooperating with the underworld. Do you think your head is too comfortable on your shoulders and you want to be chopped off and used as a chamber pot?"
The other party's face changed suddenly.
"Commander, I… I confess, I report that Division Commander Winston Montoya wanted to buy drugs, and I just helped him make the connection…"
He couldn't even speak properly, and didn't even know what he was saying.
The people below immediately gasped when they heard the word 'drugs'.
Can you say that?
Who doesn't know that drug dealers must be killed? You… are you stupid!
Sure enough, Army Commander Aleksey Yevgenyevich Brusilov trembled with anger, grabbed the big brother on the table and smashed it over, hitting the other party's face, causing him to scream. The former flipped over the table and kicked him.
"Drugs! Drugs! You even cooperate with drug dealers!"
"Ah! Ah!!"
The screams were endless, and no one dared to help.
"Come on, drag him down and shoot him!"
After being tired from beating, General Aleksey Yevgenyevich Brusilov waved his hand and said, the guards at the door rushed in and grabbed Lieutenant Colonel Oakes' hand.
"Don't… don't kill me, Commander, Commander, I have shed blood for Mexico, Commander, I have made contributions to the country!" Oakes, who was dizzy from being beaten, screamed when he heard that the other party was going to kill him, with a crying voice, "I don't dare anymore, I will never dare again!"
Bang bang bang!
What greeted him was Aleksey Yevgenyevich pulling out his gun and shooting.
One shot to the head, two shots to the chest!
"It's not that you know you're wrong, it's just that you're scared!"
He gritted his teeth, "Drag him out and order the Guard Battalion to arrest Deputy Division Commander Winston Montoya of the 877th Division. If he dares to resist, execute him on the spot!"
…
The First Army in Durango, the Second Army in Guadalajara, and even the Fifth Army in the south, which was besieging drug dealers, all began self-examination, with staff from the Ministry of National Defense and the General Staff Department stationed in them.
Swift and decisive!
Sweeping reforms.
No matter what your background is, we will take care of you.
"Shocking, in just seven days, 4 division-level cadres, 17 regiment-level cadres, 7 local state-level cadres, 76 city-level cadres, 169 county-level cadres, and 678 ordinary cadres embezzled a staggering 160 million pesos in pensions and condolence money, approximately 77 million US dollars." Casare held the document sent up from below, each number he spoke sounding somewhat... cruel?
Or rather, tragic!
Mexico hasn't been fully liberated yet, and how long have these good days lasted?
People are really damn cheap.
This is already the largest collective embezzlement case in the Republic of Mexico.
Victor smoked his cigarette, but remained exceptionally calm, "Who is the most serious offender?"
"Let me see."
Casare carefully examined the names of several major tigers, "Boss, Kaleb Reed, the mayor of Leonas City in Nuevo León State... cultivated 120 acres of drug plants and supported a gang, his cousin, who engaged in smuggling, drug trafficking, and bullying men and women. His cousin raped 12 people, known, of which 11 died, and 1 was admitted to a mental hospital, and he enjoyed doing it in front of their husbands..."
"Kaleb Reed used his position to develop usury on a large scale, causing families to be ruined, and even had people who wanted to come to Mexico to file a complaint run over by his men..."
"He embezzled more than 6 million pesos (about 2.8 million US dollars), he has 16 mistresses, he specifically bought a piece of land and built a four-story building to house them, and also equipped them with nannies and drivers."
"He also..."
"Enough!"
Victor couldn't bear to listen any longer, his eyes twitching slightly, "The law is still not cruel enough, the consequences are still not severe enough, drug trafficking, and officials are actually growing drug plants, what is this? What is this person's background!"
"Kaleb Reed's father was a former member of the Durango State legislature. When we liberated the area, his father and his younger brother went to the Southern Alliance, Kaleb himself stayed behind, relying on his influence to help stabilize the local political situation."
"Good, good, good, another family that divides up the spoils. Didn't we send a secretary before? What? Was he also bought off?"
Casare felt a little ashamed when he heard this.
"His secretary was hit by a sugar-coated bullet... Kaleb took him to business KTV a few times and showed him the ropes, and he was hooked by a few women, and photos were taken."
Young people...
Still can't beat the old foxes!
You guard against it a thousand times, but you can't sleep with your eyes open.
"Approve the death penalty for Kaleb Reed and others. Also, we need to establish a background investigation department to prohibit the children of any criminals from taking civil service exams, entering the military, or being reused by various national enterprises. We must increase the cost of crime. I want to see if they don't consider themselves, whether they consider their descendants. This will be temporarily implemented within three generations."
This kind of system, slightly tinged with guilt by association, is not friendly, but Mexico really has too many people, and many people's old ideas of being lazy and greedy have not changed, and they still want to take risks.
"Local officials who are involved in drugs, smuggling, trafficking, or supporting gangs will be shot directly. Embezzlement criminals with serious amounts will be shot, and those with small amounts will be sent to mining."
"The military..."
"Will be dealt with severely!"
"Every time someone is arrested and tried, it must be reported by the news media. We must let the public see our determination to rectify the internal affairs."
Victor could also see Casare's concerns. He took a puff of his cigarette, "A powerful country is never leveled by external forces, but by its own internal chaos. How did the Soviet Union die?"
"Excessive wealth gap?"
"Serious collapse of faith?"
"These are all reasons, the most important thing is that they pushed the people to the opposite side. Everyone believes that becoming a civil servant can lead to promotion and wealth, everyone knows about corruption, but the government doesn't care, and slowly... everything will be lost. We must guarantee the interests and fairness of the majority of people, and a small number of people can't make trouble even if they want to."
Of course, Victor had no experience in governing, but couldn't he copy?
There is a book in Latin America that sells only second to the Bible.
"If you have the opportunity, read 'Quotations,' it can make you understand more. No, equip all civil servants with a copy, and the money will come from the national treasury."
"Even if it's rote memorization, you have to stuff it into your brain for me."
As soon as he heard about reading, Casare's face twisted into a gourd, "Understood."
"Go get busy, ask more questions to those who understand."
"We will never allow this country, which has been reborn from the ruins with such difficulty, to become a paradise for capitalists and criminals. What we have to do is to provide the largest haven for the proletariat. We are now a republic, not a federal government!"
"Kill those who should be killed, confiscate what should be confiscated. We don't need to listen to the voices of the Americans and Europeans. On this North American land, we have the right to make our own voices heard."
Victor stood up and patted Casare's shoulder hard, "Go do it, don't be afraid, I'm behind you."
This palm seemed to inject thousands of pounds of strength into his body.
"I will use ten years, twenty years, thirty years to bring peace to this world. When the stars shine again, victory belongs to the people. Casare, we are young and our ideals are burning."
Fatty Casare was filled with enthusiasm, and he nodded vigorously.
"I will follow you, Boss."
That was enough.
...
The FBI also knew about the internal problems in Mexico...
Why not look for the CIA?
Because the director of the CIA resigned...
The Mexican-American Melia Cruz, who took over, was protested by people because of her identity, and after some bad remarks were exposed, she took the initiative to resign.
Now the CIA has no boss, and several deputy directors are still fighting.
And Clinton didn't want to release this dangerous organization, so he let the FBI keep an eye on Mexico, with a kind of... wanting to release the FBI as well.
The relationship between the CIA and Clinton is therefore not very friendly.
"They are internally... fighting?"
In the White House, Clinton's eyes lit up when he saw this report, "Then can we do something inside? It seems that not everyone supports Victor."
"My suggestion is that it's best not to now..." Just as the new Chief of Staff next to him opened his mouth, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Clinton frowned, "Come in."
He saw the secretary running in, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, "Mr. President, Mr. Angel Ureña... is outside the White House again."
The American President's face darkened.
"F*ck! What on earth does he want to do? I wouldn't have thrown him in jail for nothing. Tell him to get lost, give him 2000 US dollars, and let him go!"
After the US-Mexico negotiations, Chief of Staff Angel Ureña was ultimately made the scapegoat.
He was dismissed directly by Clinton, and his family was retaliated against by some extremist white organizations. The Aryan Brotherhood publicly wanted to execute him.
"Get out!"
The secretary shrank his head and hurried out.
Clinton's eyes turned gloomy.
Angel Ureña cannot be allowed to live any longer. This guy is too ignorant!
Can't you just go and die yourself?!
Find someone to kill him!!