Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 808 - 440: "My humanity is only enough to pity myself.

Chapter 808 -440: “My humanity is only enough to pity myself.

Victor usually stayed in the lounge of the National Palace, making it convenient to locate and contact him immediately.

Tonight, he had finally gone to bed early, only to be woken up by someone pushing him in his sleep.

“General, General~”

He groggily opened his eyes and saw Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei standing by his bedside.

“What’s the matter?”

“Mr. Casare, Army Chief Erich Ludendorff, and Border Control Authority’s Joseph Foucher are waiting for you in the office.”

Upon hearing this, Victor’s eyelids raised slightly. Something must have gone wrong—why else would these three departments gather?

He slipped into his slippers and, wrapping himself in a thick, plush coat, headed out quickly, so fast that even Xiafei had trouble keeping up.

When he arrived at the office, he pushed open the door to see the three men whispering to one another. The moment they saw him, they immediately stood up.

“What happened?”

Joseph Foucher glanced at Casare before speaking first, “Around 11 tonight, I received a call from someone claiming to be the deputy commander of the Texas National Guard’s 136th Regiment. He told me he wanted to defect, but in exchange, he hoped we could ensure his family’s safety. To demonstrate his sincerity, he gave me a location.”

“At a private, abandoned airfield near Petras City in Coahuila State… we discovered… discovered…”

He struggled to continue.

Casare spoke up, picking up the thread: “We found over 10,000 corpses, organs soaked in preservative solutions, around three hundred missing children, an unknown quantity of drugs, and other items we’ve yet to fully inventory.”

!!!!

Victor’s eyes flew open at the mention of the first statistic. By the time he heard the rest, he froze for a moment before laughing furiously out of sheer rage.

“Good, good, good!”

He slammed his palm against the desk. “There are still Rats hiding in our sewers, committing atrocities and acting with impunity, and I didn’t know about it?”

“Who is the mayor of Petras City? Who is the police chief? Who is the local security team leader? Arrest them all! Ten thousand corpses! Even if I had let a dog loose, it would’ve smelled the stench of rot in the air. And they, they didn’t know anything?!”

“They’re absolute idiots!”

The weight of Victor’s enraged tirade made the three men shrink like trapped grasshoppers, their heads hung low, not daring to make a sound or even breathe too loudly, for fear of being dragged into his wrath.

Indeed…

This was utterly absurd.

An abandoned airfield wasn’t exactly a small place—it covered a vast area. It wouldn’t have been hard to investigate. Without a doubt, the local police chief had been derelict in duty, and it took a defector’s tip-off to uncover this den of depravity. Otherwise, this monstrous crime site might have remained hidden forever.

“Investigate! Find out where those people are hiding!”

“I order the border to be sealed. The entire nation is to enter Level Two combat readiness. Strictly scrutinize all Americans. Rommel is to dispatch a regiment to Petras City. Lock it down tight—nobody goes in, nobody comes out. Ludendorff, you will personally take command. I want a result.”

The Army Chief immediately stood up straighter, pulling in his round belly. “Yes, sir!”

“Order the Internal Affairs Bureau to thoroughly investigate all officials, top to bottom.”

“Yes, sir!”

With just one command from Victor, the machinery of government began turning.

The Military Department of the Fourth Army received the deployment order and immediately instructed the 37th Regiment, part of the 355th Division close to Petras City, to head toward the target. Major General Sigismund William List personally led the troops.

“Move, move, move!”

“Secure your weapons and set the safety!”

“Brief the officers in the vehicles. All personnel, advance toward Petras City at once.”

The 37th Regiment, stationed in Union Town, assembled for an emergency deployment at 1:45 a.m. Soldiers at the base hurriedly packed their rucksacks, while groups of seven or eight carried heavy gun lockers from the armory to load onto trucks. The entire camp operated with muffled efficiency, keeping noise to a minimum, not even turning on the lights.

Nearby residents, awakened by the sounds of the emergency assembly, pulled on some clothes and moved to their windows to peer outside—they spotted convoy after convoy of military vehicles pulling out of the base.

“Is there going to be a war? All those vehicles?” a wife whispered anxiously from her home.

Her husband frowned and shook his head. “I don’t think so. The 37th Regiment rarely mobilizes. Besides, look—they didn’t deploy armored vehicles, just troop transports. It’s probably an urgent mission.”

The wife let out a sigh of relief. “As long as there’s no war.”

“Alright, go back to sleep. We’ve got work in the morning.”

A regiment, totaling over 3,000 troops, dispatched more than 130 vehicles in various categories—Humvees, troop carriers, and so on. The entire convoy stretched nearly ten kilometers from front to back. Military deployments like this were always imposing.

Union Town was about 200 kilometers from Petras City. After traveling for over four hours, the troops arrived at dawn. As early risers prepared for work, the unit moved in, securing key roads and blocking off exit points in the city.

By eight in the morning, when Petras City’s residents awoke, they were startled to see armed soldiers with masks patrolling the streets.

They almost thought drug traffickers had stormed the town!

Meanwhile, curious onlookers gathering at red lights whispered to one another, swapping bits of information about the commotion.

“What’s going on? The military’s here—who are they after?”

“Not sure. I heard they rolled in around four or five in the morning. No one’s allowed to leave the city. See over there?” An older man with white hair and a sleeveless vest—who still looked fit and spry—pointed to a corner. Four or five dejected individuals sat with their heads down, hands clasped behind their necks.

He spoke with a hint of schadenfreude. “Those guys tried to force their way out. Once a gun was pointed at their heads, they became more obedient than my grandson.”

In Mexico, anyone who lived long enough was bound to be tough.

“I heard—I’m just saying what I heard—that something happened at an abandoned airfield outside the city. They supposedly found thousands of corpses out there.”

Others couldn’t resist leaning closer to hear the speaker flaunt his intelligence.