Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 443 - 306: Behead Victor!_2

"I won’t allow it!" Rumsfeld yelled at the top of his lungs.

Nek and his mother exchanged glances and hurriedly ran over, just to see the door open and Belsaria, with a face full of tears, grab her bag from the sofa and run out the door.

Her grandmother called out from behind, but she did not look back; she just got in the car and drove away.

"What’s going on?" Joyce asked anxiously.

"Watch your daughter! Nek, her boyfriend can be American or even black, but he absolutely can’t be Mexican!" Rumsfeld pointed at his son and berated him severely.

With a grim face, he walked upstairs.

The birthday also ended not in a festive mood.

Nek and his mother exchanged looks, their faces filled with helplessness.

...

Tijuana.

Casare returned home, looking exhausted. Recently, as the internal affairs chief of the Northern Army, he had been under tremendous pressure.

He had to coordinate the troops’ supplies and stabilize the interior for the General.

He barely slept three hours a day, and now it had been 13 hours since he had last eaten.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled something fragrant and thought it was the nanny, but when he walked in, he saw his mom, Camila Sodi, cooking soup. Hearing his footsteps, she turned around, smiled at him, "Back already? Feliciana, go grab your brother’s bag."

His younger sister, who was doing her homework, acknowledged and trotted over.

Casare was taken aback, he stood with his mouth half open because his mother’s boyfriend, Kashima Noriyasu, simply ignored him.

He always came home looking like a stranger, but today was different...

It left him a bit at a loss.

"Here, try this. It’s the soup I made for you, the one you loved as a child," Camila Sodi said, waving her hand smilingly.

Casare patted his sister’s head, walked over, and looked at the soup mixed with corn and ham, feeling conflicted inside.

When he was a child, their family was poor, and it was not easy for his mother to support them; she often picked up some leaves from the market to make a pot of soup. Later, they had money, but the taste was never the same.

"Drink up," Camila Sodi urged.

Casare smiled, lifted it to his lips, and took a sip, "Tasty..."

He had tasted everything now, but nothing compared to the taste his mom made.

Camila Sodi was very happy, "Wait, there’s more food coming."

Casare nodded vigorously, feeling a relief in the mother-son tension; he was also a bit nervous.

"Brother~" his little sister, Feliciana, came over and tugged at him.

"What is it?"

The little girl took out a Barbie doll, bragging, "Isn’t it beautiful? Today my aunt’s family came over, they bought it for me as a gift."

Casare nodded, "Beautiful, just like my sister."

"Did aunt come over for something?"

"I don’t know, aunt brought a stranger man, I don’t know him, they talked for a long time in the room, I was downstairs, didn’t hear anything," Feliciana shook her head casually.

But upon hearing this, Casare immediately stiffened, his throat swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he couldn’t help frowning.

A stranger man?

"Here, chicken corn chowder." Camila Sodi brought the dish over and set it on the table.

"Mom," Casare suddenly called out.

"What is it?"

"What was aunt here for today?"

He stared intently at Camila Sodi as he asked.

Her expression was clearly unnatural and her face stiffened, "She... she just came to borrow some money."

Casare shook his head, disappointed, "Mom, when you lie, your hands get very tense."

Slap!!

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up angrily, "Tell me, what is she here for?!"

Camila Sodi, also frightened by her increasingly assertive son, looked into his eyes, "Your aunt... brought a businessman over, hoping that he could meet you. He offered 600,000 US dollars, I..."

Such a great honor!

600,000!

"There must be something else, Mom. My patience is very limited," Casare said grimly, "He’s not just any businessman, is he."

Camila Sodi, not expecting her son to be so wary, nodded slightly bitterly, "He said he serves the U.S. Government, they hope you can help them. Just answer one question for them and they’ll transfer 200,000 US dollars directly into your account."

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Seeing her son’s sinister face, she quickly continued,

"Casare, they also said, if you agree, they will let you take over as the Governor of Northern Mexico, replacing Victor."

"They will also have your brother and sister accepted by Harvard and Yale University."

"And... and..."

"Enough!!" Casare violently pushed the dishes on the table to the ground, fuming and pointing at Camila Sodi, "Do you know what you are doing? You are betraying Mexico! You are committing treason! You are betraying Victor!!"

"No! I am not! Casare, they just hope you can help overthrow Victor. He has offended the Americans; he can’t survive. You have to think about yourself and your siblings..." Camila Sodi yelled.

"Shut up!"

Casare, furious, ran to the couch, pulled out a gun from his briefcase, and pointed it at her, his face red and ears steaming.

"We owe everything we have to the boss, and you want me to betray him? Have the Americans eaten your conscience?!"

With the gun pointed at her, Camila Sodi’s hairs stood on end, her pupils dilated, "I am your mother, Casare. I wouldn’t lie to you."

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A gunshot rang out.

Camila Sodi’s pupils contracted sharply, and she sat down hard on the floor, a black bullet hole appearing on the wall behind her.