Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 322 We can also inherit the inheritance!
Tijuana. Governor's Palace.

It covers an area of ​​more than 5 square meters and has approximately 600 employees working here. Armed Northern Troops can be seen checking vehicles entering and leaving the building at the entrance.

There are also anti-aircraft weapons on the roof.

The garrison will be fully arrived within 3 minutes.

If there is anywhere safe in Mexico, it must be here.

In the Governor's Office at this time.

Victor held the list and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Are you saying that all of these people are Soviet agents?"

Augustin Przewczyr nodded, but was also very direct, "We don't know whether it's true or not, but we got it from a defected Soviet who was a member of the KGB's Overseas Bureau."

Victor's expression was moved when he heard this, and he couldn't help but sigh, "The building is collapsed by internal strife. If this list gets out, I'm afraid the entire intelligence community will tremble."

There are old-line agencies like MI6 and CIA, as well as new intelligence agencies like Mossad that have been established for a short time but have already become world-famous!
The name at the very front.

Giacomo Hicks - Senior Director of National Intelligence and Head of European and Eurasian Affairs of the United States, is also a Lieutenant General in the Army!
Augustin Przewczyl was jealous. "So, General, I think we should accept them!"

He paused and said, "A group of people who devote themselves to their ideals will definitely fight against drug dealers for their idealists!"

"Moreover, according to our internal assessment, there is more than an 85% chance that the Soviet Union will experience major changes, such as disintegration, within the next three years!" Augustin Przewczyr looked at Victor and told him what he claimed to be explosive news.

That's when he heard the news from insiders.

The first thought was, how is it possible, that’s the Soviet Union!

The most powerful Soviet Union on the planet.

In the 1970s and 1980s, the Americans were basically beaten to the ground, and you tell me that they are going to collapse?

But Augustin Przewczyn didn't see any fluctuation in Victor's expression. He was very calm, as if... he had known it for a long time?
Victor put the list down, lit a cigarette for himself, exhaled, and frowned, "So, the next two years are the most critical two years for us. If the Soviet Union collapses and the United States becomes the only superpower, it will have more hands and feet to deal with us. We must continue to strengthen ourselves during this period of time!"

"What do you think about moving the entire KGB to Mexico?"

Augustin Przewczyr: ????
"The Soviets are rather stubborn..." he said as tactfully as possible.

"Stubbornness cannot be eaten. To be human, you have to shit to eat. This costs money. Do the Soviets have money? Yes, but the money is in the hands of those who have enough money. Those oligarchs and senior officials control the country, while those rational fighters who fight for the proletariat all their lives are starving to death on the streets. This is an irony."

“We just happen to have enough money.”

Augustin Przewczyr frowned, "We just fought with them in the Baltic Sea and killed several GRU soldiers. Will this... have any impact?"

"Poverty and chaos will make people forget many things. Perhaps, they have long forgotten about us. But you are right. We have to infiltrate slowly. You can try to use money to win over the corrupt officials. Everyone is waiting for this bear to fall and then eat his flesh and blood. We have to act earlier than them and inherit most of his legacy."

The boss said so.

Augustin Przewczyr certainly had no reason to hesitate any longer. "I'll have someone contact some people in the Soviet Union right away."

"Well, it would be best to find a Soviet who has a good pedigree and who has a great hatred for the United States and has great prestige in the military. We can try to contact him, and after the Soviets collapse, we can recruit him and use their titles to increase our appeal." Victor suddenly felt something was wrong as he spoke.

He had someone in mind.

"understand!"

"We don't have much time left." Victor took a deep breath, "What's going on in the United States?"

"The National Guard is out. I heard that Congress intends to send in regular troops to suppress it, but I don't think the flames are big enough. General, I have an idea."

"Please say."

Augustin Przewczyr was about to lower his voice, but Victor smiled and waved his hand, "No need, there are only two of us here."

The other person showed a wry smile on his face, saying sorry, he's used to it.

I'm used to sneaking around~
"We can encourage extreme white organizations to bomb black communities, just like on May 1921, 5. This will definitely arouse greater anger among black Americans!"

"We can use this opportunity to sell weapons to the Bloods and the Crips and other African gangs."

On May 1921, 5, a group of white racists in the United States brutally massacred the Greenwood black community in Tulsa, Oklahoma through brutal means such as arson, shooting and even air bombing, resulting in the deaths of about 31 black people, including women and children, nearly 300 black people displaced, and more than 1400 houses destroyed.

It is also one of the famous "three no" unsolved cases in the history of bloody racial persecution.

The U.S. government has remained silent, but that doesn't mean black people have forgotten.

If you do this again...

Hey!

But it also shows that the European and American world is somewhat inexperienced in utilizing "black people". Take the Middle East for example, didn't they use whips and other things against black people in the past, but why didn't anyone make a fuss?

The main reason is that Europeans and Americans are too stingy and are reluctant to castrate.

"You can decide for yourself whether you want to do this kind of work in the future." Victor waved his hand and shook his head pretentiously, "I can't bear to see others being displaced, alas."

The man is kind-hearted and can't stand the poor, so he kills all the beggars. What a familiar scene.

Augustin Przewulcir's eyelids twitched.

General!

You are going to be hanged, why are you pretending to be innocent?
When a piranha eats you, it will say, "Fuck, the meat is stinky."

"The black people in Spain and Britain also have to work harder." Victor said casually.

Augustin Przewczyr understood immediately and nodded, "They will definitely try their best."

Inside the office, two demons from hell were humming.

But sadly, such people decide the life and death of many people.

But it is not sad, as people with different ideals cannot work together!
Victor just wants drug prohibition.

...

1 Month 7 Day!
The black people gathered in Tulsa, Oklahoma are still exercising their "power" and carrying out sieges everywhere.

There were even black people and some white people taking drugs in public.

They shouted, "Drugs can make people forget the pain. We will fight the U.S. military to the end!"

then…

At 11:31, suddenly two Cessna 172 planes flew to the entrance of "Nasher Street", dived down, strafed the ground, and dropped incendiary bombs!

This sudden scene caused more than 300 casualties on the scene!
The angry crowd fired into the sky, and the bullets hit the wing of a Cessna 172, which fell down while swaying. The blacks rushed up and pulled the pilot out!
A white man!
Skin correct!

Racial hatred initiated!

The angry black man dismembered the white man!

This scene was broadcast live on television, and the phrase "New Tulsa Tragedy" instantly became a hot search across the United States.

The tragic scene even made many locals feel that Americans were sorry for the black people. It was... too bloody.

Dissatisfied Blue Party supporters also began to gather in front of the White House, shouting for him to step down!

They exchanged insults with their supportive rednecks, and the conflict eventually turned into violence.

There really is a hundred schools of thought.

In the Oval Office of the President.

After not seeing him for a few days, George H.W. Bush's eyes were sunken and his hair was drooping. You couldn't tell that he looked like a gentleman at all.

Sitting in front of him were the new CIA director Stanfield Turner, Floyd I. Clark of the FBI, Bush Sr.'s executive secretary and National Security Advisor Bahash Johnson, and some of his close aides.

Compared with the directors of the CIA, the FBI is simply the "iron-butt king" who has outlasted two directors!
"Congress is very dissatisfied with my performance. The Blue Party has begun to impeach me and demanded that I step down early." There was a strong sense of torment in Bush Sr.'s tone.

Also...

So many things happened during his tenure. Two CIA directors died, the CIA was embroiled in a huge scandal, and such conflicts broke out in the country. If you don't step down, should I?

Especially the "massacre" by the airplane was simply horrifying!

What civilization do you still call yourself?
This has become a war zone!
Will he drop an atomic bomb on himself at that time?
Even the most shameless politicians would feel ashamed to hear about this.

The confidants present were shocked and looked at each other with the same worried expressions. A new emperor chooses new ministers. If George H.W. Bush stepped down, they would no longer have wealth and glory.

"There is clearly a dark hand behind this unrest," said CIA Director Stanfield Turner in a muffled voice.

"Then do you know who it is?"

The Admiral remained silent.

"We've been so unlucky lately. Damn it. After the fight with Mexico, we've had no luck at all." An aide muttered, as if complaining.

Suddenly!

He felt that the atmosphere was not right. Everyone suddenly looked at him, their eyes like... scarlet beasts, which scared him so much that his hands and feet turned cold.

"Mexico...Victor." Old Bush frowned and called out the name softly. He didn't know why, but he always felt uncomfortable. It seemed that his fate was in conflict with him.

"Could it be him who did it?"

Stanfield Turner raised his eyebrows, "We have not found any clues about the Mexican intelligence agency..."

"But the absence of clues is often the biggest clue. Who is Victor? Even though we call him a bastard, we have to admit that he is an ambitious man. Would he sit quietly in this situation? I think the Mexican intelligence agency must play a big role in this." Another aide said hurriedly.

"Didn't the CIA infiltrate the Mexican intelligence department?!" someone couldn't help but ask loudly.

The new CIA director, Stanfield Turner, looked unhappy and glanced at him, "Don't force me to hit you."

The staff shrank his neck.

Stanfield Turner was also feeling frustrated. He thought that his two predecessors were at least somewhat capable, but they were simply incompetent when it came to intelligence infiltration into northern Mexico. He had sent people to "hook up" with them, but they were sold out after a while, resulting in the loss of a lot of elite troops, and the matter was left unresolved.

MD, where did Victor get so many loyal lackeys!
"Find a way, Turner, I need you now." Bush Sr. looked at the person he promoted with a sincere face.

"What do you need me to do, sir, so we can turn the tables?"

"Catch the person behind this, or find 'evidence' to prove that this was done by the Mexicans."

He put extra emphasis on the word "evidence", and Stanfield Turner understood instantly that if there was no evidence, then just make up evidence, it didn't matter anyway.

But doing so will make Mexicans in the United States the target of public criticism, which will not reduce conflicts at all, but will increase them. However, compared with blacks, is George H.W. Bush abandoning Mexicans?

Who told black people to be able to throw seeds?

"I see." Stanfield Turner nodded.

Bush's expression relaxed a little, "What we need to do now is to push back Iraq. I think it's time to launch a general offensive."

The best way to resolve internal conflicts is to seek external stimulation.

This is a consensus.

The Americans fight wars for oil and other local supplies, to increase their influence, for sales of the military-industrial complex, and to ease internal conflicts.

"What do you think?" Bush Sr. suddenly turned around and asked his confidant, Bahash Johnson.

This was very abrupt, and everyone's eyes turned and stared at him.

"I also think it's time. It's better to do it in a nice way so that everyone can see that the United States has the strength to defend its dignity and will not allow them to do anything behind the scenes."

Bush Sr. nodded, expressing his appreciation for the remarks.

"OK, let's move the plan forward quickly. Gentlemen, thank you for your hard work." He stood up and bowed.

Everyone was a little bit at a loss as to what to do and stood up quickly.

"Then you go first, Turner stays for a while." Bush Sr. called out the names.

The others left the office, and Bahash Johnson looked back as he left, then closed the door.

"Do you think there is a traitor here?" George H. W. Bush asked as soon as he came up.

"Yes!" Stanfield Turner said directly without hesitation, "And his position is not low."

"Richard's death was such a coincidence. He told me before that he suspected Johnson, but you know, Johnson has been my partner for a long time. I can't doubt him just because of one sentence."

Stanfield Turner listened quietly.

"But, there is a traitor hiding around me, making me unable to eat or sleep every night. Find him, Turner!"

"I give you permission to spy on anyone!"

Stanfield Turner raised his eyebrows and looked at Bush Sr., who was also looking at him. Both of them understood that if this behavior was discovered, they would be doomed.

"give it to me."

But in the end, the new CIA director still took on this heavy responsibility. He would not allow the United States to be cholera-infected by people with ulterior motives!
Mexico?
Hit him as soon as he shows up!

George H.W. Bush patted him on the shoulder, feeling "touched".

Ok…

Something happened then.

Throw you out first!

(End of this chapter)