Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 917 - 481: Comparing Backgrounds with Me, What Are You!!_3

"No, no," Heinz quickly said, "I just have a question. Originally, Village Head Grandpa wanted to make a call, but my mom didn't allow it, so I couldn't help it and secretly called you."

"Ask away."

"Yesterday, someone from the town government called my mom to collect my brother's compensation. We drove there, and they gave us 150,000 Pesos. They also told us we had to pay taxes, taking 6,000 Pesos from us. Village Head Grandpa thought something was wrong and said a few more words. That official was very fierce, said we didn't understand, and told us not to loiter because he was busy. I... I just want to ask, is this 6,000 Pesos really necessary to pay?"

Worried the other party might think he was wrong, he hurriedly spoke up, "I... I don't think we shouldn't pay it. We should! But with those 6,000 Pesos... we could buy a lot of fertilizer. I could also fix my dad's grave."

150,000 Pesos?

6,000 tax?!!

Felix's eyes immediately turned red, his whole body trembling, but he still tried his best to keep his voice steady, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

"Thank you..."

After hanging up the phone.

Felix grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground, kicking the table askew with one foot.

"Fuck this!"

The adjutant who came in was at a loss.

"Everyone, assemble urgently! Gear up with weapons! Bring the machine gun from the Humvee! Fuck them!"

"Major, what's the matter with you?"

"Do you know how much Thierry's compensation was supposed to be? 150,000 Pesos, and those paying out the compensation are taking a 6,000 tax? Corruption! Corruption targeting my soldiers!"

"If I don't deal with them today, I'm not Gonzalez!"

The adjutant was stunned, his mind blank.

Mexico's compensation standard is very strict. For someone like Thierry, a Private, it's a one-time payment of 600,000 Pesos. At the post-war exchange rate, that's roughly equivalent to 80,000 US Dollars!

And there's condolence money for each soldier's family, about 100,000 Pesos.

Enough for a family to live well in Mexico.

But...

Only 150,000 Pesos given and also taxed?

Where is the justice!

"Calm down, calm down..."

"Calm the fuck down! If I don't kill a few people today, I won't rest!"

He stormed downstairs, the communicator blew the emergency assembly, and everyone armed themselves and headed downstairs.

Three minutes later…

The remaining 700-plus members of the camp stood.

"Move! To the regimental headquarters building!"

He took the lead, charging with his men, and the soldiers from other camps on the way watched this scene with confusion.

"Surround it, don't let even a mosquito fly out!"

"Guard unit, come with me!"

He led the way to the "Compensation and Aftercare Office" at the regimental headquarters, and those who saw him on the way were about to greet him but didn't dare to speak when they saw his expression.

Bam!

He kicked the door open, seeing five people inside, scaring them out of their wits.

"Captain Felix? What are you doing?" the highest-ranking Major asked with a frown.

"Heimdall, I ask you, why wasn't the compensation that the Department of Defense stipulated fully given to my fallen soldiers?!"

The moment the other party heard this, they immediately understood. He glanced at the soldiers behind Felix with fierce eyes, then at the colleagues at the door watching, and smiled, "Everyone, go away. There's nothing to see here."

Turning his head to Felix, he said, "Let's sit down and talk slowly about this. Beili, go close the door."

A subordinate responded.

"Close what door? Keep it open! What can't be said openly?" Felix shouted.

The guard pushed the other party aside, pulling back the bolt, staring unceremoniously.

Heimdall's face darkened, slamming the table, "What do you want to do? This is the headquarters building..."

"What do I want to do?"

The other party laughed in exasperation, grabbing the Major's hair, slapping him hard left and right, "You dare to suck the soldiers' blood, you dare to embezzle the compensation!"

"Ouch, ouch, stop hitting, stop hitting."

"Stop!"

An angry shout came from outside, and then the Lieutenant Colonel, Deputy Commander, walked in, "What's going on!"

"Commander, he's hitting me... he's hitting me," Heimdall cried, his face swollen.

"I want an explanation. Why is the compensation for my soldier incorrect!"

The Deputy Commander's face changed, glaring at Heimdall fiercely, taking a deep breath, "Let him go first. What can't be discussed properly."

"No way! If I don't get an explanation, I'll shoot him today!"

"Commander, save me!" Heimdall, this logistics officer, cried.

The Deputy Commander's face twitched, glancing at the subordinate beside him. The other party wisely went out to disperse the onlookers.

"Felix, I know you're angry, but this money isn't decided by one person. How about this, we'll share some with you, and let's end this matter here."

Felix laughed in anger, "Okay, okay, you're forming a group, huh..."

"Don't be ungrateful, what can you do? Do you think it's just us? I'll tell you, there are people from the Department of Defense involved, from the army, division, regiment, and even local authorities. Who do you think you are, take the money and leave!"

"What are you worth, I have backing!"

This instantly riled Felix up, and he kicked the Deputy Commander, stepping on his head, pressing hard.

He looked down at him, eyes red.

"What do you want, Felix, are you rebelling?"

"Let go of the Commander!"

The subordinates he brought instinctively reached for their guns, and the guards also pulled back the bolts in a standoff.

The atmosphere gradually turned grim.

"Comparing backgrounds with me?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Felix Gonzalez!"

"Casare Gonzalez is my brother, the General is my Godfather, Defense Minister Kennedy calls me brother. What are you? Competing with me?"

"Today, no one can save you, I say so!"

He pulled out his gun and fired at Major Heimdall!

Bam bam bam bam bam bam...

Emptying the bullets!

What a relief!

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