Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 311 I think Victor wants to be the boss!

Donald Rumsfeld came out of the Governor's Palace with a gloomy face, and the American officials behind him looked as if their parents had died.

The main reason is that what Victor said was too hurtful to his self-esteem!
What is a paper tiger?

Didn’t we just lose to you once?

If we have the temper, we can go and fight in Africa. It would be too uncomfortable to fight at our doorstep in North America.

We swear to make sure there is no Mexican left in Africa!
"Mr. Special Envoy, what did the United States and Mexico negotiate? Could you please disclose the specific content?"

Some American media came up to him and asked him questions with their guns pointed at him.

Rumsfeld said nothing. His bodyguards pushed away the media who were blocking his way. Mexican police were watching nearby.

"Sir, sir..."

"Please tell me..."

Americans just have no manners.

At the back, Victor came out with the top representatives from northern Mexico, smoking a pipe.

He made a Churchill-style reverse V gesture towards the camera pointed at him.

"Mr. Governor, what is the content of the negotiations between the two sides? Will Mexico bow to the United States?"

Victor looked at the person who asked such a "harsh" question, yo~
Brother San!
The main reason is that Asan Ge’s appearance is really easy to identify. His face looks like it has not been washed clean, and you’ll want to rub it hard with an eraser.

"Victors never need to bow their heads. The sky of Mexico is bright!"

After Victor finished speaking, he walked towards the office building. The reporters behind him wanted to chase him, but Kennedy waved to the security guards, and they rushed forward to block the reporters.

"General, the intelligence department caught two Slovaks who bought 2 kilograms of bombs on the black market. They said that the Americans were too bad and they wanted to blow them up." Jason Bourne said softly, "I didn't believe their bullshit, so I gave them some strength. One of them couldn't stand it and said that they were working for the KGB."

Victor raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Soviets?
This group of people must want to kill Rumsfeld and cause the breakdown of negotiations between the United States and Mexico.

Although Gorbachev sold out his country for personal gain, there were still many people within the Soviet Union who were working hard to save the country.

If the Soviet Union can provoke a war in North America, it may still have a chance of survival.

But the Soviets could never have imagined that the black market buyers they had contacted were actually a "fishing expedition" by the intelligence department in northern Mexico.

It is impossible to control this kind of black market. Some people live for money, and some are willing to die for money.

If you can’t ban it, then control it.

Basically, the bosses behind the black market in the north are all from the Governor's Office. Not only can they make money, but they can also get the latest information first.

Well…these three Slovaks were pinned down outside the door as soon as they came out of the trading place!

As for whether there will be anyone stealing their business?
Any criminal activity that has not been approved by the Governor's Office is a "crime!"

"Keep an eye on the Americans. Don't let them get slaughtered. If the Pentagon asks me to hand over someone, I can't just hand over a missile. Keep a close eye on them."

"clear."

As soon as Victor walked into the office and waited for everyone to leave, the newly promoted director of the Military Foreign Intelligence Service, Augustin Przewczyk, "sneaked" in.

"Are you a thief?" Victor couldn't help laughing.

"Sir, there is an urgent message from Aphrodite. He needs our help."

"Oh?"

"CIA Director Richard James Kerr has been paying close attention to him recently and is investigating him all the time. He wants us to get rid of him."

Another CIA Director?!

Victor looked a little excited and looked at Augustin Przewczyr, "Are you sure?"

"Richard has a mistress who works as a prostitute in Fengqing Street. She accompanies him every Saturday night, and he can make his move then."

"Prostitute?!" Victor looked surprised.

"Richard has a serious..." Augustin Przewczyr thought for a moment, "cuckold tendency. He once shared a mistress with others."

Fuck!
Do Americans play so many tricks?
"What are you going to do?"

Augustin Przewczyr's eyes flashed with wisdom, "I plan to put some poison on her, and when Richard James Kerr does it, I will make sure he dies immediately on the woman's belly."

Oh shit!

It turns out that the means of obtaining intelligence are all dirty.

"Will it be discovered?"

"We have extracted a toxin from a South American plant that can be completely absorbed by the blood within 20 minutes, but its toxin is 60 times that of a cobra and mainly stimulates the heart, causing sudden death!"

Victor patted Augustin Przewczyr on the shoulder and couldn't help but sigh, "You will go to hell sooner or later."

Who knew that the other party didn't mind, but said with a "loyal" look on his face, "Then I will go to hell to kill Hades and welcome His Majesty Victor to the throne!"

Well, what you said is bragging.

But Victor was happy.

The burden on your shoulders will become heavier and heavier.

...

After Donald Rumsfeld returned to his hotel, he called George H.W. Bush using a special phone and reported Victor's request.

He also said with frustration, "The Mexicans' fists were like hitting my mouth, but I had to use my face to catch them."

"Thank you for your hard work." Bush said a few words to comfort him casually, then paused. "What do you think of Victor?"

"An ambitious, opportunist, a madman and a lunatic who would start a war if given the chance..."

"He has a profound lack of respect for the United States. I can see it in his eyes. He wants to be the boss of Latin America."

Bush Sr. was amused by this comment and said categorically, "He is dreaming!"

"North America belongs to the United States, Latin America belongs to the United States, and the world will also belong to the United States. What is he?"

"The caliber of his missile only takes five minutes to reach Wall Street." Donald Rumsfeld said this lightly.

Old Bush couldn't hold it in any longer. Damn it, no wonder everyone dislikes you. I'm showing off and you're fingering my ass from behind.

Perhaps he realized that it was not appropriate for him to say this, so the special envoy, Mr. Donald, changed the subject and said, "We should not have a direct conflict with Mexico, but I support the "proxy" war."

"Like?" Bush Sr. sat up straight.

"Destroy the relationship between Mexico and other Latin American countries, create conflicts, make Victor the most hated representative in the region, support the anti-Victor coalition in Mexico, and when necessary, push out an agent to deal with Victor like they did with Iraq."

This is the kind of thing the CIA is best at.

CIA: Hey, ah! Yes, I received intelligence that the Mexicans are going to deal with you. Your cargo ship on the high seas was bombed by Victor. Yes, I swear, I swear on my American dignity and morality.

"We need to reduce conflicts with Victor as much as possible and repair our relationship with him. I suggest accepting his request and trying the key people..." Donald Rumsfeld heard the breathing on the other side stagnate, and hurriedly said, "Have the trial in our own court, and the specific content can be completely controlled by us."

"You take full responsibility."

Bush took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I only have one request now, let the Mexicans hand over the body as soon as possible!"

The media I found can't wait any longer.

The party’s propaganda machine has already begun to build up support for me. As soon as the bodies of the “fallen” American soldiers arrive, I will go to the airport to pick them up in person, and then I will cry my heart out.

Wow…

I'll tell you, I'll be re-elected next year! "Sometimes life is more important than votes." Why is Donald Rumsfeld so annoying?

Because he really likes people who tell the "truth", even those who have no emotional intelligence.

George H.W. Bush has said more than once that he is stubborn and arrogant!
The two people just don't get along.

Sure enough, after hearing what the other party said, the equally self-centered Bush Sr. scolded him unhappily, "Donald, you just need to do your own thing."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Listening to the empty sound inside, the old man seemed indifferent, he said calmly.

"Old Bush, Private!"

Pooh!
The US-Mexico conflict is now making headlines around the world.

It’s only because the Internet is not well developed now, otherwise, the three names of Victor would be hot searches every day.

In the mainstream media, it even surpassed the impeachment of Iron Lady Thatcher.

Even the always critical BBC acknowledged that Victor was the "Mexican savior" and even called in a military advisor to publicly "execute" the Pentagon's decision on the show.

In the end, the blame was placed on "intelligence issues."

"The CIA's performance was a disaster. Their amateurish behavior made me think I saw the Indian intelligence department. I have two words for them: Sheet!"

The loudmouthed guest offended two people at once.

CIA Director Richard James Kerr gritted his teeth as he watched the bastard on TV, while the supermodel host next to him burst into laughter.

I feel like a clown and people are commenting on me at will.

According to the "rules", he should actually step down and let others take over, resign on his own, and maintain his final dignity.

But he couldn't bear to give up this position.

This is the Director of the CIA!
I had the potential to go further in politics, but it was all ruined by that bastard Victor.

You say, can't you just wait to die quietly?
He really wants Victor to die now!
Even if the US and Mexico are in peace talks, what does this have to do with me?

As long as Victor is killed, everything will be back on track.

"Damn it!" Richard James Kerr glared at the host and guests on TV fiercely.

Then I'll kill you all too.

Let you understand what "freedom of speech" means.

Just as he was about to continue working, the phone on the desk rang and he picked it up and answered.

"Dear~" There was a female voice on the other side in a coquettish voice.

"Ruth, how many times have I told you not to call me during work hours?"

The woman opposite said pitifully, "I...I just missed you. Will you come tonight?"

Richard James Kerr was about to refuse when he heard the other party say, "I prepared your favorite #$%#$ today. If it's okay, I also invited two black people. Wow, he is really awesome."

When the CIA director, who had perverted desires, heard this, he immediately felt animalistic impulses in his heart.

When people are in trouble, they all hope to feel better first.

The most important night can...

Richard James Kerr's Adam's apple rolled and he looked at the alarm clock on the wall.

It's Saturday.

It's time to relax.

What work can be done?
You need to activate the sphincter appropriately.

"Wait for me!" he said hurriedly into the phone, his breathing becoming rapid.

I picked up the key on the table and left work early.

These American high-ranking officials all have special fetishes. After the millennium, all the demons and monsters came out under the leadership of political correctness.

You even see a shemale who didn't serve in the National Army being a four-star general.

Fake squid!
This is really embarrassing for those people who are advocating "Long Live America".

Really…it’s hard to put into words.

The director drove his old, broken car straight to his mistress's home in Washington.

In order to avoid being seen, he put on sunglasses when he got off the car.

It's just a prostitute, not putting it in your trouser pocket.

He walked into the elevator and was about to close the door when he saw a woman holding a child running towards him and waving at him to wait.

"Hurry up!" Richard James Kerr shouted, but he was still pressing the button hard with his hand. Seeing that the other party was about to come in, the door was closed.

He could hear the dissatisfied curses outside, which made him feel good.

When he came upstairs humming a little tune, he knocked on the door, and it opened. A hand came out from deep inside and pulled him in.

And that scene made his scalp surge.

The mistress and a black man were having sex, and the sound was so loud!

Richard James Kerr was immediately excited, and just as he was about to join the battle, he heard his mistress shout, "Go take a shower first."

He nodded, rushed to the shower room, gave himself a quick shower, and couldn't wait to come out and start biting.

An aura of lust and luxury suddenly filled the air.

Richard James Kerr was a little self-absorbed. He felt his soul was boiling and he could hear a thumping sound in his head. His breathing became faster and the bloodshot in his eyes increased.

After a long, comfortable breath, he suddenly lay on his mistress.

The latter patted his shoulder with satisfaction and praised him, but Richard James Kerr didn't respond at all.

A black man who noticed something was wrong went up and pushed him, and the director flipped over and fell on the bed.
"Ah? Ah!!!!" The mistress panicked upon seeing this and slapped his face, "Dead...dead?!"

The two black men looked at each other, grabbed their clothes and ran!
It fully demonstrated the black people's skills in "running away".

The mistress's legs were weak and she cried out for the black man to take her with him. She put on a skirt and crawled towards the door.

The noise attracted the residents nearby to look outside, where they saw two black buttocks.

Someone couldn't help but lean over out of curiosity and saw a man lying on the bed like a ball.

"Quick! Call the police!"

The FBI, who received the alarm, went directly to the scene. When they saw Richard James Kerr, they were so scared that they called their boss directly.

Floyd I. Clark of the FBI was stunned.

He said something that was recorded in the history of the 20th century: "Can x-ray poison kill people?"

He drove there immediately.

This was great "good news" and he "accidentally" told a few talkative employees about it when he left.

It’s not that the FBI is so powerful, but that the CIA can really make a fool of itself.

This should be the second director who died "accidentally", right?
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(End of this chapter)