"Sooner or later, you two will ruin this family!" Phillips Cameron said angrily to his wife, his face darkening as he walked inside the house; he needed to figure out how to keep the Governor from getting too angry.
His wife showed a smug smile behind him.
She was absolutely sure of herself.
She understood that if her husband weren’t so responsible or were the kind of man with a bad temper who could abandon her at any time, she would never dare to be so temperamental.
It was because he was too good to her.
But as soon as she walked into the living room, the phone on the coffee table rang.
Phillips Cameron picked up the phone, "Hello."
"Good evening, Director~" came a very gentle male voice from the other end.
"Who are you?"
"Ebel Bablin, oh, perhaps you’ve never heard of me, but I’m currently working for the Medellin Cartel."
"Son of a bitch drug trafficker!" Phillips Cameron cursed loudly and was about to hang up.
"Don’t be in such a hurry to hang up, sir. Since you look down on drug traffickers, why do you accept gifts? That Lamborghini Countach your son has isn’t cheap."
The Director of the Drug Enforcement Department’s face changed at these words, and he yelled at his wife who was walking in, "Who gave you that car!"
"Why are you shouting so loud…"
Phillips Cameron grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and threw it, roaring ferociously, "Who gave it!!!"
Seeing how he was, the wife finally got scared, "It was... some man came by, gave $400,000 and the car keys, so I just…"
"You took it?!"
Damn!!
The man on the phone chuckled twice, "Don’t get worked up, Director. We’re just making friends."
These so-called friends are bloody predators!
Phillips Cameron’s eyes grew stormy, "And how do you propose we make friends?"
"Heh heh, don’t be nervous, we’re not going to eat you. How about this, come out for a coffee tomorrow, how about it?"
"I’ll give you the address tomorrow. I think you’ll grant this courtesy, right? You wouldn’t want... your son to get shot, would you? Oh, and by the way, he’s trafficking drugs."
Phillips Cameron’s pupils shrank when he heard this; the voice on the phone faded, and he looked up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at his wife, "Your son is trafficking drugs!!"
The woman shivered at these words, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"I’m going to be killed because of you all!" He gritted his teeth, "I’m going to call now and have him arrested."
As he was about to make the call, the woman grabbed him, wailing, "Do you want him dead? If he’s captured, will he have any life left?!"
"Do you want our whole family dead?!"
"You’ve bled for the Governor, you’ve risked your life for Mexico, won’t he forgive you for this?"
Slap!
A direct slap came flying in.
The wife was knocked to the ground, covering her face, and while she tried to thrash about, Phillips Cameron straddled her and beat her left and right, swelling her face.
He stood up, still panting and with a vicious look in his eyes, "I’ll tell you, if he dies, we can have another child. We’ll just live like wealthy landlords, but if I really get involved with drug traffickers, and I die, you two will have to live like stray dogs."
Phillips Cameron was clearer about life than anyone else.
The most important thing...
The Governor was truly ruthless towards drug traffickers. If he caught them himself, could there be a good outcome? It would be game over for the whole family!
Better to take initiative.
Besides the principle issue of drug trafficking, for an old-timer like Phillips Cameron, many issues were not issues at all.
He decisively picked up the phone and called the Drug Enforcement Department’s duty officer, ordering them to immediately arrest Audede Cassilach!
"The suspect is fleeing in a vehicle, if encountered resistance…"
Phillips Cameron’s eyes twitched, and with some pain, "Shoot to kill on the spot!"
"Ah, ah, Cameron, you... you want our son’s life." His wife sat on the floor crying and yelling, bawling.
"Carry out the order."
"Yes, Director!"
Phillips Cameron collapsed limply onto the sofa, his spirit seemed to be drained.
Outside, a heavy rain began to pour.
As if to say...
It’s all over.
He suddenly got up and ran out into the rain.
No matter how his wife called out from behind, he didn’t look back.
...
Governor’s Mansion.
Victor had a brief meeting with the staff, confirming the decision to launch a "campaign" in Michoacan.
"After taking Michoacan, we’re only less than 400 kilometers from Mexico City, and only 50 kilometers away from the drug trafficker hub of Guerrero State. With artillery, we can kill them all!"
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"I command," Victor called out.
The seated generals all stood up.
"The 16th Regiment of Mexico will attack from Colima State into the Delatamores Region, the 1st Marine Division will press south from Jalisco to cut off the roads of the Apachegan Region, trapping the drug traffickers reinforcing from the Northwest. The Air Force will provide aerial tactical guidance to the Fourth Battalion!"
"Michoacan’s liberation is today!"
"For loyalty!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others shouted.
After the meeting, they went to convey the orders. Victor had just walked out of the meeting room when he saw the Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei approaching with a man drenched all over, his body still smelling of sweat.
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"Cameron?" Victor exclaimed in surprise.
Only to see Phillips Cameron suddenly kneeling in front of him, slapping himself several times across the face, turning it red.
"What are you doing, hold him."
Joseph Xiafei hurriedly restrained his hands.
"I’m sorry to you, sorry to the brothers!" Phillips Cameron cried out, "I’ve raised a bastard!!"