"Tell him, I don't care what means he employs, in six months, I want Chimalhuacán to be squeaky clean!"
"The Governor's Mansion should also find a way to move the population out of the slums, new towns can be developed outside Mexico City to accommodate the people and serve as a frontline position."
"Alright!" Casare nodded vigorously, he could hear the determination in the boss's tone to take down the Chimalhuacán Slums!
Slums without social stability are like a bomb.
Who knows, one day these people might get bold and rush down from the hillside to cause trouble in the city.
For safety, and for the sake of the regime!
Damn it!
Casare also envied Goodrian, who in less than two weeks was promoted from a small regiment leader to the new commander of the Fifth Division!
How old?
26 years old!
Holy fuck...
The youngest division commander among the five divisions has emerged.
