Fat Casare's brow twitched.
"This is certainly a family annihilation."
"Even if the cow you're raising gets pregnant, they will have to dissect your cow; even the dogs by the street will be killed."
"To the public, just say the drug traffickers killed them all when they fled. We express our severe protest and deep regret, extremely grieved. If we had arrived a little earlier, perhaps this wouldn't have happened,"
Victor, even if he weren't a police officer, would not starve if he became a journalist.
"Understand?" he suddenly asked.
"Understood!"
Victor nodded, his gaze shifting outside the car as a patrol squad driving "Weasel" No. 1 infantry fighting vehicles passed by, saluting excitedly as they went by the convoy.
They were loudly singing "Mexico has Victor".
Victor rolled down the window, smiling and waving his hand.
His own police officers were truly majestic.
Certainly much better than the other military police in Mexico.
