Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 825: Chapter 447: Only Crying When It Hits Your Own Head!_3

The only thing that can be done is to assign important positions to absolute confidants.

James Trumbull, loyal and resolute, said firmly, “I absolutely obey the orders of the National Palace.”

“Keep an eye on your friends and relatives. Some of them have been getting bold lately,” Fagin muttered.

The Governor’s pupils shrank.

“Sir, the inspection team’s vehicles have arrived.” At that moment, the secretary spoke loudly. He would soon be reassigned to the Finance Bureau for training below; naturally, he felt dejected, but there was no choice—it was a command from above.

Governor James and Fagin looked toward the highway and saw five or six Cadillacs approaching, bearing plates of the Internal Affairs Bureau.

As the convoy slowly stopped, the two hurried forward to greet them. It was clear that someone of significance, not merely a personal secretary, had arrived.

Emerging from the vehicles was none other than Vice Admiral Edward Fritz Blomberg, deputy chief of staff for the military and simultaneously the leader of the Western Inspection Team.

Although Fagin was an admiral and held military authority, personnel sent directly from above carried a different weight.

Does a local cadre of the same level as a capital cadre really compare?