Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 550 - 346: A drug trafficker holding a meeting? Screw you!_3

Victor’s personal troops!

"Please come in, Mina, make some coffee."

Flores turned to his secretary, stepped aside to let them in, "Gentlemen, do you have any instructions for visiting the Customs General Administration?"

"Mr. Flores, we’ve discovered a drug trafficker bribery case related to you."

The others pretended to be dissatisfied and asked with a frown, "What do you mean?"

"Yes? Are you suspecting me of accepting corruption from drug traffickers?"

Flores stood up abruptly, slammed the table, "That’s nonsense! Why would I have any connection with drug traffickers? I’ve followed the Governor on campaigns from north to south and have wounds in four places to show for it, here!"

He pulled at his clothes to reveal a scar on his arm, "A through-and-through wound. I fight drug traffickers on the front lines, and you think I’d accept their bribes? Pah! You’re slandering me. I’m telling you, for slandering someone who fights for Mexico, I... I’m going to the Governor’s Mansion to accuse you!"

"I’m still driving an old broken Buick, the money I get every month I donate to victimized children, my wife works at an ordinary hospital, I’ve never embezzled a penny! I can swear on my conscience!" Flores shouted loudly.

His face was very square, exuding an air of stern righteousness.

"Don’t get excited, sir. We’re just investigating."

"Hmph! Investigate! If you don’t find anything, I warn you, this isn’t over, I’ll go to the Governor’s Mansion and plead my case."

The agents from the Internal Affairs Investigation Department didn’t care, they really started searching in front of him.

Go ahead and tell.

Do we talk nonsense without evidence?

After all, we’re not amateurs anymore.

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Despite his efforts to appear calm, Flores’s eyes kept sneaking glances at them, his entire body tense.

"Director, you still enjoy... fairy tales, I see. Your books are placed upside down," the leading man named Brin suddenly spoke, pointing at a book on the bookshelf and looking at him with a mock smile.

Flores looked and saw a copy of "Andersen’s Fairy Tales" upside down; he tensed up, his facial expression flickered slightly, "I... I like that story."

The man nodded, took the book down, flipped a few pages, then proceeded to remove the entire row of books.

"What are you doing!" Flores rushed over to pull at him but was blocked by others.

"Who told you to touch my things!"

The other man didn’t seem to hear, removed all the books, knocked on the inside panel, producing a crisp sound. He pulled it open, and the gold inside almost blinded him.

"Director, you really are a noble man."

Flores’s expression changed instantly, and he fell to the ground as if all strength had left him. Investigator Brin reached inside and found a letter at the bottom.

Handwritten!

He took out the letter and briefly scanned it.

His eyes bulged with shock!

He turned towards Flores, grabbed him by the collar, "Who sent you this letter!"

He vigorously waved his hands.

And it was written there.

"Panama cargo ship docked. Proceed as per the old plan. Afterward, 300 thousand dollars to the old account. 70 containers with arms, dispatched vehicles will transport from the south. Be cautious!"

"You’re a traitor!"

Flores turned pale, panic-stricken at the other’s menacing gaze, grabbing at him, and immediately knelt down, "No, don’t arrest me, the money, I’ll give you all, there’s four million dollars in the account, I’ll give it all to you!"

"You can talk about it when you find the Governor, sir. Take him away!"

The other two handcuffed him and dragged him outside.

The secretary was just bringing coffee over when she saw her boss being pulled out, still shouting, "No, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

He was howling like a slaughtered pig.

Everyone from the office floor ran out to watch.

"Internal Affairs Bureau business, all nonessential personnel step aside!"

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