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"I want to see the General, I want to see the Governor!"
In a large plaza in Tijuana.
Edison Michael Flores, the head of the Customs General Administration, was bound hand and foot with ropes, the other ends tied to a Humvee.
Below were the institution's staff members who had been summoned to witness the execution.
Goebbels was reading out the indictment, accusing him of his crimes.
"Embezzling over 120 jin of gold, 6 million US Dollars, 800,000 Hong Kong dollars, 1.2 million British Pounds, providing smuggling channels for drug traffickers—his crimes are grievous! Following a trial by the court, he is sentenced to death!"
"Carry out the execution!"
Edison Michael Flores yelled furiously, "Victor, I curse you! May you die a horrible death, Victor!!!"
Boom, boom, boom, the accelerator was pressed, and the deafening noise immediately drowned out his yelling; finally pulling in all directions.
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Even Shang Yang would say that was cunningly done.