Of course, Felix didn't come to Morelia alone.
He brought not only guns that could kill but also pens that could audit.
Professional matters must be handled by professionals; you can't have a financier selling rice noodles.
And his elder brother would surely equip his younger brother well—if this mission succeeded, he would surely rise rapidly.
For the Gonzalez Family, this was the future.
A capable team dispatched from the capital, belonging to the National Audit Office and the Bureau of Special Investigations, had already stationed itself in the key departments of the state government.
This group dived into the piles of files and account books, determined to unearth the filth buried deep within Michoacán's bureaucratic system.
In the office, there was only the sound of papers rustling, occasionally interrupted by a low exclamation or an angry curse.
