Chapter 1297: Chapter 629: They All Must Die!!!
"Dismiss any government staff who use drugs and expel them from the party, simultaneously imprison them in the Chihuahua State Desert prison without parole, impose strict, swift, and severe punishment on government officials, prohibit the evaluation of merits or awards for the unit with drug users that year, halve the year-end bonus, and cancel the year-end bonus of direct leaders."
"Revoke any subsidies and benefits for the families of drug users!"
"Notify the entire army, entire party, nationwide!"
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Each time Casare spoke, the faces of the people below darkened.
He spoke until his mouth was dry and saw them hanging their heads, his tone softened, "Close the door, let’s speak our minds."
The nearby officials hurriedly locked the door, then folded their arms on the table, sitting like well-behaved students.
"We all know what we relied on to establish this Mexican empire. Those drug trafficking groups are still lining up below, waiting for reincarnation, and you’re in a hurry to come up and die; do you think the Supreme Leader feels no pain?"
"We all crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but now!"
"Have materialism, women, and rights made you forget your initial intentions?"
"Don’t forget what you used to be, poor to the point of almost wearing underpants. If it weren’t for the Supreme Leader defeating the drug traffickers, you’d still damn well be slaves and horses for others."
"This matter is severe, extremely severe, to the point of undermining the foundation of Mexico. As per instructions, establish a civil servant anti-drug office from now, with me as the leader, the President as the deputy leader; the Supreme Leader said three months, but I disagree, I believe it should be three years, thirty years, whoever takes drugs will be hit."
"Do you have any objections?"
"No!" the crowd shouted uniformly.
Casare’s expression softened slightly, "I reckon you wouldn’t have any; adjourn the meeting, go back and check who in your department is missing; do you feel ashamed?"
He glared around before leaving.
The ministers looked at each other in dismay, someone couldn’t help but complain, "How did the Supreme Leader know about this? It must be those Internal Affairs Bureau dogs sniffing too sharply."
"Enough!"
Mexico Police Department Minister: Robert Bill’s face was sullen. He’s been overwhelmed with work lately, and now such damned affairs occur, making his head hurt a lot!
Hearing this, he couldn’t do anything but reprimand, "If it weren’t for the Internal Affairs Bureau people, what? These drug users still plan to retire and enjoy life here?"
"The Internal Affairs Bureau did well!"
"I don’t want my men to be shot later, while you all kneel with your hands behind your back, check carefully when you go back and don’t think of concealing, the Internal Affairs Bureau is everywhere."
After Robert Bill finished speaking, he didn’t seem to want to stay here; he left with a grim expression to discuss with his deputy director first, self-check, rather than being checked by the country later.
No one dared to make a sound despite his reprimand.
There are gaps between ministers as well.
The Police Minister is a violent institution!
"Adjourn, adjourn, Robert is right, go back and check carefully, losing the year-end bonus is trivial; if it’s embarrassing, the whole country will be notified." someone sighed.
What to do? No one would have thought there would be people still using drugs.
When they went out, they saw a dozen or so cars lined outside, and quite a few people were standing behind, looking dejected.
"So many people!" Even the well-experienced ministers were dumbstruck.
While inside the National Palace, as they went up layer by layer, many people looked with the same astonishment at this scene.
In a particular office, a few heads poked out, pointing fingers below, but also feeling uncomfortable since most were people they knew.
A female employee hugging a teacup shook her head, sighed: "Do you think those who touch drugs are crazy? Living a good life, yet choose to jump into the fire pit, it’s as if their brains were pinched by a door!"
Colleague beside: "Absolutely, a few days ago I called my parents, and they mentioned someone from old Mexico days who was dirt poor but never touched drugs. Later, the government gave subsidies and even approved Yang Zhi for his family, do you know what happened? He sold the piglet, took the money to buy drugs, and since then, nearly ruined the family. His parents begged him in tears to turn back, but he didn’t; to buy drugs, he even thought of selling the old house left by his ancestors. Is this what humans do? His father beat him to death with a stick; alas, pathetic and lamentable!"
Upon hearing this, the female employee was startled, but then she laughed self-deprecatingly; hadn’t she seen everything?
Drugs are a bottomless pit; once touched, not only will you ruin yourself but your entire family will suffer. You say why they seek it? For a moment of thrill? Behind the thrill is an abyss, countless people have faced family separation and ruin because of this stuff, don’t they see it?
Most importantly, have you seen drug traffickers taking drugs? Of course, but not many.
If this thing were good, you’d kneel till death, and it still wouldn’t reach you.
The colleague finished the water, then crumpled the disposable paper cup, gritted his teeth, "I think they’ve been blinded by lard, their brains only filled with that damn drug, think about it, using drugs makes them look neither human nor ghost, bodies hollowed out, mentally abnormal, walking the streets drawing disgust; from the childhood friends, one ended up dead alone in a rented room after using drugs, only in his early thirties, such pity, he used to study so well..."
"That’s a shame..." The female colleague shook her head, initially agreeing, but unexpectedly, the other gritted teeth, cursing:
"What a damn pity! Such self-inflicted harm, they’re just a bunch of heartless animals, treating their own lives as worthless, but also dragging others into suffering. These people’s existence is a disaster; better they disappear sooner!"
The two cursed, occasionally praising Victor’s foresight.
Thump, thump, thump...
A colleague who left hurried back, lowered their voice, "You know what? An entire office on the fifth floor, all unqualified, 21 people taken in."
"Fifth floor?!!"
"Isn’t that... the core?"
The reporting colleague nodded vigorously, "And apparently, there was even a pregnant woman, crying miserably when caught, trying to bribe others, kneeled on the ground and dared not again, and begged them to let her off for the child’s sake."
"And then? What did the soldiers say..."
"They slapped her about a dozen times, face swollen, it’s said, of course, it’s said, she was the one behind the whole office, if it’s true, she will be executed, and with the child too."
The remark is harsh, but humanity honestly shouldn’t be given to these people.
"I’ve seen that pregnant woman, very pretty, quite young, she even smiles cheerfully when seeing people."
With these words, everyone became more EMO, sighed.
No mood for work, sitting there feeling worried.
Meanwhile, in the Supreme Leader’s office.
Victor was angry at Casare for the first time!
"Over 2,200 staff in the National Palace, more than 90 failed drug tests, how are you being a Prime Minister, can you do it, if not, change someone else, how is this different from living in a drug den?"
Casare’s face turned red, stammering.
"Get out!"
"Check them one by one carefully, damn it, don’t think just because I’m not managing, you can all relax, should be executed, should be exiled, no matter whose face; in Mexico, no one’s face is bigger than mine!"
Casare somewhat awkwardly ran out.
Spat on the ground.
"Damn it! Making me lose face like this, they all damn well deserve to die!"
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