Chapter 347: Mossad, the Troublemaker!_3

Decisive, ruthless, every shot lethal.

Paul Emile looked deeply at the old man; this old man didn't seem like a good person either.

Indeed, no good people in Mexico.

"I'll let the soldiers cooperate with you to find the criminals in the slums and clean them up," Paul Emile patted the old man's shoulder.

He had actually just said a sentence.

"Obey well, and I guarantee your family will prosper. You wouldn't want your whole family to be killed by drug traffickers again, right?"

The old man reacted vehemently.

His forehead almost bore the mark of loyalty as he nodded vigorously.

In the slums, "support" a chamber pot, if he does well, he continues; if not, kill him and replace him.

Once the economy develops, such places will naturally disband.

After all, it all comes down to the economy.

Just as the old man was going to trouble people with great vigor, Paul Emile was about to rest when a soldier came up, whispered in his ear, then pointed at a young boy in the distance.