Feliciana, the younger sister, was holding a Barbie doll and sobbing uncontrollably.
Upon hearing the gunshots, the guards rushed in.
This was the residence of the Northern Army's high command, naturally guarded. When they entered and saw Casare holding a weapon, they looked at each other in shock.
"Sir, please calm down," the leading officer hurriedly said.
"Lock her up, and without my orders, no one is allowed to approach her."
The team leader was stunned. A son imprisoning his own mother?
"I am your mother, Casare! Are you really that heartless?" Camila Sodi yelled loudly.
Casare pursed his lips, resolutely turned around, and as he left, the wailing behind him made him feel intense pain in his heart.
He ran into the study, picked up the phone, his hands trembling. His eyes revealed sadness, and his cheeks were puffed up from biting.
But he eventually made the call.
"Hello, boss, I have something to report to you."
After listening to Casare's recount, Victor remained unmoved, "I know."
Just as he was about to hang up, Casare, with a hoarse voice, shouted.
"I request the death penalty for Camila Sodi!"
Victor was silent for a while, "No need for that, Casare, you are my brother, and Camila Sodi is also my mother. Our mother made a mistake; we can tolerate it. Spend more time with your mother."
"It's been tough on you, Casare. When spring comes, let's have a good drink together," Victor said gently.
After hanging up the phone, Casare couldn't control himself anymore; tears rolled down his cheeks as he walked out of the study with his gun, heading to the bedroom where Camila Sodi's heartbreaking screams were coming from!
"Let me out! Let me out!!!"
Casare looked at the guards, pushed open the door, and saw his disheveled mother. She stepped back at the sight of her son but then lunged forward, "I was wrong, Mom was wrong, Casare, spare me this time, let me go, let me go."
"Mom, since childhood, you told me that doing wrong things requires punishment."
Camila Sodi's pupils constricted.
"Spend your remaining years in the Tijuana Mental Hospital. Don't come out. After what happened to Aunt… I need an explanation."
After saying that, Casare pushed her away and left without looking back.
"Casare Gonzalez!! You damn bastard, you are a bastard!!" Behind him, Camila Sodi's voice was sharp, just like a madwoman.
"Thank you for your efforts," Casare told the guards.
The leading officer nodded, signaled, and two soldiers immediately covered Camila Sodi's mouth and carried her downstairs.
Despite her struggles, how could she match the strength of several young men?
Casare lit a cigarette for himself and muttered, "Aunt… 37 years old, well… she had a long life."
At the command center, Victor frowned but then relaxed and said to Jason Bourne, "Casare, my own brother."
The head of intelligence was also somewhat silent.
It must be said, Casare's loyalty to Victor was too deep!
"The Americans seem to be planning to kill me. What does our insider in the U.S. say?"
Just as Jason Bourne was about to speak, hurried footsteps and then a knock on the door interrupted him.
And then Deputy Minister of Intelligence, Augustin Przybylski, entered, holding a telegram, which he handed to Victor, "A message from 'Aphrodite.'"
Victor's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Aphrodite" was a codename, one of the twelve main gods of Ancient Greece and also a core member of the "Nail Intelligence Plan" of the Governorship of Northern Mexico.
Whether male or female, nobody knew.
Only Deputy Minister of Intelligence Augustin Przybylski knew, even Victor was unaware.
The fewer who knew, the safer he (or she) was.
Americans could plant spies inside Victor's ranks, naturally, Victor could do the same.
It all depended on who had better counter-espionage skills.
He took the telegram, which read: "November 11, 1990, at 02:00 AM, Special Forces beheading operation involving 3rd Squadron B Troop of the 75th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Special Operations Detachment C Squadron, 1st Battalion of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, and SEAL Team Six, totaling approximately 212 soldiers in action; the 24th Special Tactics Squadron and Intelligence Support Activity providing support."
"The U.S. Military will initiate a conflict at the Mexicali border station to support the Special Forces!"
"This operation is codenamed: Gothic Serpentine!"
When Victor saw this code name, he raised an eyebrow; it was identical to a previous operation of his.
"Looks like your intelligence work is excellent," he said, looking up at Deputy Minister Augustin Przybylski.
Americans got their pants pulled down!
Such private intelligence meant that "Aphrodite" was definitely serving in the most central position. Victor was curious, but he knew curiosity could kill a cat.
"I plan to establish an external military intelligence department. You will be in charge of it and also be promoted to Major General."
"Loyalty!" Augustin Przybylski said with a slight excitement in his voice.
Victor folded the intelligence, "It seems I need to fix my position for the Americans, report my whereabouts, and lure these warriors over. My knife needs to be ready."