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 Marquez’s heart like a heavy hammer. His complexion finally changed completely, and the hand holding the beer bottle began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The “Iron Broom” operation Victor carried out in Michoacán, 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 person…

This thunderbolt, they didn’t know when it would explode.

“So…so what do you say we do now?” Marquez’s voice was dry and hoarse, with obvious panic, “The directors at the hospitals who know the details…”

“Immediately! Right away!”

Morales’s tone was urgent, “Call the directors of the hospitals you control, use whatever means, threats or bribes, to keep their mouths shut! All records involving…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!”

Marquez swallowed, nodding with difficulty: “I’ll…I’ll make the call now.” He scrambled to find his phone.

But Morales pressed down on his hand, a fierce light in his eyes like a beast cornered: “There’s something more urgent! You mentioned earlier that Curry still has a batch of ‘cargo’ detained, how many exactly?”

Marquez hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering, seemingly reluctant to disclose the exact figure, but under Morales’s pressuring gaze, he spoke in a low voice: “About, 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 disputes…”

“Over 100…” 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: “None can be left, Rodrigo, not a single one!”

“What?!” Marquez’s shock nearly made him jump up, “All of them?! That’s…that’s money! And handling it…”

“What’s more important, money or life?!”

“If you’re dead, your 19-year-old wife will take your money and marry someone else.”

“I…I understand…” Marquez’s survival instinct overwhelmed everything, “Then deal with it; deal with all of it. Make it clean and sharp.”

“Have you chosen a location?” Morales pressed on, needing to ensure there were no mistakes.

“The abandoned limestone pit in the northern part of the city, it’s deep, no one ever goes there, bury it and pour cement over…” Marquez quickly explained, evidently not handling such ‘troubles’ for the first time.

“Find trustworthy people, those who can keep their mouths shut.” Morales instructed, “Act fast, Victor’s special train will arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, we must clear all obvious evidence before he arrives!”

“Alright, I’ll arrange it right away.”

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.

“What is this!” he asked with an unpleasant expression.

Alfredo Marquez was momentarily stunned, his eyes flickering, “Baby brain matter, consuming it keeps one youthful forever.”

Morales’s eyes slowly widened before he ran to the side, covering his mouth.

“Fuck!!!!”

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