This is from a in-universe book written by one of the characters: Antonio. The meta book is called “Thoughts of a regretful collaborator”
I’m a bad man. My whole life, I have only worried about myself. About money, power, women. I was a bastard. When those two guys in uniform appeared and told me what was going to happen, and that mi options were simple: Collaborate or die. I didn’t doubt, I didn’t doubt even for an instant. I was basically discovering that the entire world would fall under a sociopathic and dictatorial government. But, maybe, I was even more sociopathic. All those people trusted me, I sold them. A drug cartel was deemeed something too powerful to exist by the Authority’s eyes. I grabed my things, and that 20th of May, or 28 of Fifth, whatever you like to say it, I entered that car, and left. I just felt a little earthquake that I can only assume was my whole cartel being annihilated. Not only my cartel, of course, the National palace there in DF too, and the White House in the US, and the Kremlin on Russia, and the Pink House in Argentina, the Miraflores in Venezuela, and all around the world. Any military base with importance, monuments like the Eiffel Tower, and most political party’s headquarters in the whole world. At that precise moment, at least 50 million people must have do died. And at that precise moment, I wasn’t thinking in what was happening really, didn’t think about the future of humanity. I was only hoping they would give me a nice apartment.
Of course, I had little options, the other choice was to die. But I’m sure most middle-ranks in the police who used to be cops in their old world nations at least were doubtful for an instant, they thought “Am I doing the right thing?” Not me, of course. I was only thinking of myself.
I am so sorry…