Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 806 - 439: Bro, something big has happened! Happy Winter Solstice~_2

Chapter 806 -439: Bro, something big has happened! Happy Winter Solstice~_2

Hearing the voice, he froze slightly, “Mr. Griffin.”

“Where’s our shipment?”

“The border area is tightly controlled by both sides… we’re trying to figure something out.”

“Hmm? By Christmas, 60 new members will be joining the club. And you, my friend, are telling me that my raw materials are stuck in Mexico? That puts me in a very difficult position.”

Steve’s entire body shuddered, cold sweat running down his forehead, “Sir, sir, just give me a little more time.”

“Three days. If the raw materials aren’t delivered in three days, your son and daughter will pay the price.” With that, the other party hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the busy tone in the phone, fear instantly overtook his brain, and for a moment, he lost his footing and almost collapsed to the ground.

Thankfully, someone nearby caught and steadied him.

Steve’s mouth trembled, “No, no, quick… we need to create chaos. Otherwise, we won’t have a chance.”

“Without the commander’s orders…”

“To hell with the commander! He’s just a coward!” Steve shouted loudly, pulling out a handgun and grabbing the arm of the officer next to him. “If the shipment doesn’t make it, we all die. Your daughter, your son, will end up strung up on someone’s feet.”

The other man shivered at his words.

“But if the Mexican Army storms through, our defense line will collapse instantly. The delivery team won’t make it in time—then what?”

“Why are you asking so many questions? Right now, we have no choice but to take a gamble.”

“No, no, no… there’s another option.” The officer pinched Steve’s arm tightly, trying to calm him down, and whispered in his ear, “No one in our country can help us. If we report this to the authorities, our families will die even faster.”

“Then… then we can only surrender to Mexico.”

“Let them help relocate our families…”

Steve’s eyes widened, “You… this is treason?!”

“Treason my ass! That damned Red Shoes Club wants us dead, wants my kids dead. If I don’t betray the country, we’re dead. Is the United States mine? No! The United States belongs to the capitalists!”

“Think carefully. If the shipment doesn’t get delivered by Christmas, what will they do to you? Have you forgotten about Nasir Marshall?”

The mention of that name made Steve’s pupils contract sharply.

They were actually unofficial personnel of the Red Shoes Club embedded in the Texas National Guard. They weren’t even qualified to join the club. The powerful and influential people would help them climb the ranks in the military, and in return, their task was to receive “shoe materials” smuggled from Mexico.

They also transported drugs for some bigshots using military vehicles, earning kickbacks in the process.

Rotten to the core.

Nasir Marshall had been a senior advisor in Texas’s 36th Division. He, too, was on the take. His daughter had appeared in a hit 1990 movie, “Home Alone.” She only had a few scenes.

She wasn’t a lead or even a supporting character—just an extra.

But dressed in a cute skirt, holding a toy bear, with a hair accessory tied neatly, she caught the attention of a bigshot in the Red Shoes Club, and then…

Nasir Marshall, due to some trivial reason, was dishonorably discharged. His daughter was rumored to have been abducted and disappeared without a trace. When he reported the case to the police, as soon as he stepped down from the station’s stairs, a Black man shot him seven times consecutively.

The police at the time… they just watched.

A perfect illustration of what power truly means!

“Do you think they… they’ll help us?” Steve’s face turned pale.

When you recognize danger, facing fear head-on makes you a hero, but many people tremble before it.

The officer hesitated before nodding firmly, “If we come clean, at worst, we’ll just get jailed. That’s better than being killed.”

“Then… how do we contact them?”

The officer looked around warily, then pulled out a heavily folded flyer from his pocket. It read: “For any assistance, contact the Mexican Border Control Authority.”

“I picked this up from the road across the border.”

“Let me call, let me call…”

“Shh, wait till tonight! There are too many people around now.”

Steve nodded hurriedly, lifting his head, his eyes filled with fear and panic.

Time crawled by in torment.

Past 11 PM…

A call was made to the Mexican Border Control Authority.

“I need to speak to your superior. I have urgent information to report.” The voice on the other end was anxious. The operator froze for a moment before quickly calling the department head and explaining the situation. But when the department head picked up the phone…

The caller insisted, “No, I need your director to answer the phone. I have extremely urgent matters!”

The department head thought the caller must be joking.

“I’m serious. I know of a place involved in large-scale drug trafficking and human trafficking. Get your director on the phone—get Joseph Foucher on the phone.”

The voice on the other end had a hysterical tone. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

The situation sounded dire, and the department head couldn’t help but feel a headache. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Hold on, I’ll contact him.”

He still went to call the director.

About two or three minutes later, the short-statured Joseph Foucher hurried over. He was the director of the Border Control Authority, personally appointed by Victor. His appearance was plain, easily lost in a crowd.

“Hello, this is Joseph Foucher.”

“This is Steve, deputy commander of Texas’s 136th Regiment. I’m willing to surrender to you and expose the criminal network at the border, but I need your help to get my family safely out of the United States.”

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U.S. Military defection to Mexico?

Joseph Foucher tightened his grip on the phone, “You’re not joking, are you, sir?”