Chapter 344: The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; if you don’t do it, you won’t make mistakes!

Victor arrived at the Governor's Mansion just as a crowd had already formed outside.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener, the Chief of Staff, and other military figures were waiting; as the car approached, he went up to open the door, shouting, "General!"

"Let's go inside and talk."

Victor, expressionless, walked at the forefront, followed closely by the bigwigs.

After parking the car, his driver immediately called the Head of the Tijuana Police Department.

"Hello, Director, sorry to bother you, but there's something I need to speak with you about tonight..."

The Director, who had been drinking with some local connections, suddenly shivered, sobering up instantly.

"Understood, I've got it."

After hanging up the phone, frowning with a typically intoxicated flush but clear eyes, he was scared. Had someone sped and squeezed into the Governor's motorcade?

"What's wrong?" asked the transportation department head, noticing his expression and quickly inquiring.