Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 792 - 433 Even this lawless person fell somewhat silent

792: Chapter 433: Even this lawless person fell somewhat silent.

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792: Chapter 433: Even this lawless person fell somewhat silent.

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The criminal who was called out saw the horror that had just unfolded, and instantly his legs gave out from fear.

When he was dragged up to face judgment, his face was deathly pale.

Clink, clink…

He couldn’t hold it in.

His crotch was soaked in an instant, trembling from fright.

See that…

It’s all about testing their nerves.

As the criminals behind him watched their predecessors being executed one by one, what went through their minds as their turn approached?

Torture?

Or…

terror?

So, being the first to die isn’t necessarily the worst.

On the contrary, it might actually be the best!

“Execution!”

“Execution!!”

“Execution!”

In the end, it was all straightforward and blunt.

They were made to kneel on the ground, and one by one, bullets were sent their way.

Not from the back of the head, but standing upright, watching as bullets pierced their hearts.

One shot to the left, one shot to the right, one to the head—just to make sure they were dead.

“The next criminals are guilty of family crimes.

They aided their relative Velupillai Prabakaran, head of the Tiger Organization, in launching attacks on Sonora State, Baja California State, Mexico State, and other regions, causing significant casualties.”

“Under the General’s command, the Mexican Army killed Velupillai Prabakaran in Sri Lanka and captured all 37 of his family members!”

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“For crimes of terrorist explosions, endangering public safety, intentional homicide, drug trafficking, and aiding and abetting, combined with multiple charges, they are sentenced to…”

The Senior Police Supervisor raised his head, seeing that group of Sri Lankans trembling all over, terrified beyond measure.

“Quartering by Humvee!”

As soon as this method was announced, the Sri Lankans didn’t understand, but the crowd below erupted…

They exchanged glances with one another.

This was a death so barbaric, it was bound to attract everyone’s attention…

In Mexico’s judicial system, it had already been designated as a form of execution.

The Victor regime was the only one that didn’t minimize brutal punishments but instead expanded them.

Except for those warlords in Africa.

Human rights organizations had called countless times.

One word: “Get lost!”

“Why don’t you have the guts to go after the Yanks?”

As a result, the United Nations Human Rights Organization had criticized Victor several times for being inhumane and undemocratic, even calling on the international community to condemn him.

But when the SS-25 Intercontinental Missile was unveiled—

The United States went silent.

The United Kingdom went silent.

France went silent.

And Spain shut up.

On the viewing platform 200 meters away from the execution site,

Victor and President Cuauhtémoc sat, both holding binoculars.

The latter’s face lit with excitement.

“This is the day Mexico regains its dignity.

By killing them, those terrorist leaders will have to think twice when they face us.

If not for themselves, then at least for their families.”

This method of exterminating entire families…

Even the Americans wouldn’t dare, right?

Cuauhtémoc fully supported this approach.

Victor laughed.

“It’s about making them understand the consequences of opposing us.

Cut off their bloodlines.

As for Velupillai Prabakaran’s other relatives, they will be dealt with slowly, one by one.”

Annihilating nine generations—sometimes it really is necessary as a deterrent.

“The boss is absolutely right.” Casare raised his thumb, clapping enthusiastically.

The others immediately applauded as well, smiles plastered on their faces.

“General, your phone.

Mr.

Donald just called.” Secretary Traudl Junge walked over and handed over the phone.

Everyone fell silent at once.

Victor cleared his throat, “Hello, good afternoon, Mr.

Donald.”

The old man on the other end was wheezing heavily, almost growling.

Suddenly, he asked, “Can you help me settle a debt?”

“???”

“I don’t know anything about accounting.”

“No!

I want you to kill someone for me.

He owns $3 trillion in U.S.

Treasury bonds.

I want you to take care of him for me.”

Damn…

So killing the creditor means the debt disappears?

Even Victor, a completely lawless man, was left speechless.

For once, he was at a loss for words.