Casare's face turned iron blue as he took a deep breath, "Drag him downstairs."
Augustine Przybylski stepped forward and slapped the other person, dragging him by the head straight to the stairs, not caring whether he was dressed.
When they dragged him to the living room downstairs, they saw a dozen people rush in through the door, young and old, men and women, all decked out in gold and silver.
"Olinjo!" a couple tried to rush forward, but were blocked by the agents.
"Mr. Casare, what is this…" an elderly man with furrowed brows asked.
He was Victor's grandfather's brother, that is, a blood great-uncle.
"If I'm here, you should know what trouble you've caused. Where's the money?"
"The 70 million US dollars! Do I need to spell it out for you?"
A group of Vieri family members exchanged glances, and finally the great-uncle spoke up, "That money was Victor's retirement fund for me."
"Bullshit! 70 million for retirement? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have a hemorrhoid on your head or a brain on your ass? Do you take me for a fool?" Casare shouted angrily, "Hand over the money, and it might still be treated leniently."
"It's just 70 million. Victor has so much money; what's wrong with us using a little? It's our money too. Besides, we are the Vieri family, the real owners. What right do you have to talk to us ?" Olinjo's father yelled, stepping forward and pointing at Casare, "You just wait, when Victor comes back, I'll make sure he banishes you."
Looking at the other man's arrogant attitude, Casare felt disgusted, "You, you're just trash!"
He pulled out a gun and stuffed it directly into the other man's mouth.
The bullet exited from the back of his head, blowing his brains out.
The sudden gunshot shocked everyone; they stared dumbfounded at the body as it heavily fell.
"Father!" Olinjo cried out in grief.
Casare grabbed a rifle from the hands of a member of the Omega A Team, racked the slide, and aimed at all the Vieri family members.
"There's no need for this, no need!" Augustine Przybylski, pale with terror, grabbed the rifle.
"Back off!" Casare, who was quite hefty and strong, shoved him away with ease and pulled the trigger, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Including the great-uncle, the aunt, and so on...
They all went down in a volley.
But there were only 30 bullets after all, and after they were all fired, Casare still wanted to finish them off, but a panicked Augustine Przybylski grabbed him.
He was almost crying.
I was just sent on a business trip, and you made me exterminate an entire household?
Casare took a deep breath, "Don't worry, I'll take full responsibility for this!"
Augustine Przybylski's mouth fell open halfway, but then he fell silent.
"Take this bastard away, contact the troops, seal off this place. No one is allowed in," Casare ordered.
"Yes!" Several agents looked at him shiningly; they had long been sick of the Vieri family parasites, and now they were thrilled to see a big shot taking the lead.
Olinjo beside was so frightened he peed himself.
With such a specimen as this, do you think Victor would even take a second glance?
Meanwhile, Casare, with a dark expression, took a cell phone to the side to make a call, which was answered by Jason Bourne as well.
"Hmm, resolved! There was a bit of an accident."
Casare: "I killed a dozen of the boss's relatives."
Jason Bourne on the other end widened his eyes, his expression suddenly became very colorful, "Fuck XXXX!"
Even the steadfast Jason thought Casare was outrageously bold. "You're joking, right?"
They were Victor's relatives, after all!
"I'll go tell the boss." Jason Bourne hurriedly ran off, and Casare could hear his footsteps from this end.
Truth be told, he was a bit scared now...
The adrenaline had just surged up too quickly.
He didn't care who you were; he came from the slums himself and naturally couldn't stand these pampered scions.
Time felt slow yet passed quickly for him, his feelings complex.
"Casare." Just then, Victor's voice came from the phone.
"Even though they're my relatives, if we're not close and they do something wrong, they need to be punished. The next steps are up to you. I want you to check on every member of the Vieri family in Mexico. I'm someone who can't tolerate even a speck of dirt in my eye,"
"Work hard, buddy. Compared to them, you are my family. Go all out. I will always stand behind you. Haven't we worked our way up from jail guards to where we are now to liberate Mexico?"
"Nobody can interrupt our ideals,"
Casare put down the phone and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, truly moved by what he had heard. He had thought he was going to be taken down.
He turned his head and murmured to himself, "Boss, rest assured, I will be the villain for you!"
He was going to be Victor's dog, and the most vicious one at that!
Where is Victor? That's the true family.
Augustine Przybylski had been watching Casare make his secretive phone call, and when he saw him approaching, he shrank back.
"Immediately investigate the Vieri family in the intelligence department. I want all their information, and bring in anyone who has broken the law,"
"Sir, do you agree?" Augustine's eyes lit up.
"Mexico belongs to Victor, not the Vieris. If the boss wishes, he could rename the Vieris to Jehovah, the only god in Mexico, tomorrow!"
Victor smoked a cigarette and glanced at Jason Bourne beside him. "What, do you think what I'm doing is wrong?"
"Casare's actions..."
"70 million US Dollars are worth much more than any crappy relatives," Victor sneered, "If they dare to embezzle money today, they'd dare to betray me for money tomorrow. The Vieri family, haha, they are all just a bunch of bastards!"
"When I was going through the hardest time, I didn't see any of them helping me,"
That was Victor's true thought. When he was a jail guard and struggling to afford a meal, even facing death threats from drug traffickers and lying in a hospital on administrative leave, not one of them came to see him.
He definitely had thoughts about it.
But normally if you mess with them, people will say you are disloyal and ungrateful; however, they brought this upon themselves.
Plus, Victor still had the sharpest "knife."
Casare would solve problems for him.
Victor believed in only two things: power and guns!
Relatives? Just shoot them twice as much.
He finished his cigarette and returned to the dining table, only to see Nurnisha Kalis just coming out of the bathroom.
She'd been in there for over half an hour.
As she approached, her expression was rather grim, "Mr. Victor, we now have to go to the United Nations Headquarters for a meeting,"
"There's been a slight change; some people don't want you to be elected as the Executive Director of the Drug Enforcement Department. They hope to catch you off guard,"
"Who?" Victor raised an eyebrow, and his smile slowly faded.
I had the damn banner made, notified my family; everyone knows I'm returning in triumph. Now you're telling me my spot might be gone.
Do you think Victor is the kind to just let it slide?
"The Iraqi side, they've joined forces with several countries to request an emergency discussion on the Drug Enforcement Department at this afternoon's United Nations meeting,"
"A meeting can be changed just like that?"
Nurnisha Kalis didn't respond to that, but Victor got it right away; the United Nations was just a place for people to discuss.
What authority did they have?
They didn't have much authority at all!
Many countries didn't care about what was said there, but after all, it was still an international community in the public eye, so everyone had to comply.
But where there are people, there are societies.
Under this light, there were still many personal relationships and dirty deals happening.
"Let's go!" Victor knew complaining was useless.
"Iraq? We are a nation at war now!"
"By the way, can you fight at the United Nations?"
He suddenly turned his head towards Nurnisha Kalis to ask.
Victor frowned, "Can I promise not to shoot?"