The car door was opened, and a fully armed Northern Army soldier donning sunglasses grabbed his hair and pulled him down from the car.
"I am useful, I am El Mencho…"
The soldier lifted his gun butt and smashed it down on his head!
Meanwhile, three other bodyguards who weren't killed were bound by hands and feet.
Ludwig Becker, arriving behind, was ecstatic!
He clutched El Mencho's hair and stared at his face.
"Hahaha, who would have thought it really is you!"
"Mad dog, El Mencho."
By now, he had lost the arrogant demeanor he once had on television and his eyes carried a plea.
"Quick, send the good news to the division commander!"
Ludwig Becker grinned broadly.
There would be promotions and riches.
When Alexeyevich Brusilov, the commander of the Third Division, received the news, he too was stunned.
Had they really captured the new leader of Jalisco?
Could this be some sort of mistake?
He asked several times over, and each time he received a confirmed answer, he became exceedingly delighted and immediately instructed someone to relay the message to the command center.
Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei hurried into the command center, his face also bearing joy.
Inside, various staff members were tensely evaluating the battlefield situation, but Victor sat still.
His presence alone was reassuring.
"General, El Mencho has been captured by our frontline troops!"
Joseph Xiafei couldn't help but raise his voice.
Victor was shocked, and on the other side, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others stopped talking and all turned their heads.
Dozens of eyes stared at him, and even with Joseph Xiafei's good composure, he now felt like swallowing.
"El Mencho?" Victor asked.
Joseph Xiafei nodded.
Victor stood up and burst out laughing.
"What happened? Give us details, everyone listen."
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others moved closer.
"Apparently, El Mencho was immobilized due to his continuously rising blood sugar and diabetic foot; by the time he tried to flee, our men had already caught up with him." Joseph Xiafei, maintaining a soldier's concise manner of speaking, spared no extra details.
Victor's expression stiffened as he and the others exchanged looks, an awkward silence filling the room.
The situation wasn't complicated, even mundane, yet…capturing a significant drug trafficker due to illness was somewhat comical.
There was a mixed sense of amusement and embarrassment in the command center.
"It seems fate is on our side!" said Victor, laughing, "It shows that the time, location, and people are all in our favor, and the liberation of Mexico is just around the corner!"
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others promptly applauded; not clapping would be ungrateful—whatever the general said was always right.
"Announce this event publicly, have the Mexico News Agency broadcast the whole process live, have him escorted to Tepic where I will publicly declare his guilt!"
"Order the Third Army Division to press hard and not give Jalisco's drug traffickers a chance to regroup. Command the Second Army Division's two regiments to reinforce the Third!"
Initially, they just wanted to curb the arrogance of the drug traffickers, but now they'd caught their leader—what else was there to wait for!
Directly liberate Jalisco!
They absolutely could not give them a chance to catch their breath.
There would be more benefits later, not to mention increasing the revenue of a state, and besides, this place was closer to Mexico City!
Ambition was closer too!
Most importantly, the Northern Army Navy gained several more ports of entry, even waiting for the time to build a home port!
If the United States could have them, why shouldn't Mexico?
If those bastards from Japan could have them, why shouldn't Mexico?
When the time comes, if they dare to talk nonsense!
They would learn what it means when we say nobility and high-ranking officials—are there any by birth!---