Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 424: Dasha eats pizza—idiot!
At this time, Nima's swear words were deafening!
Casare looked around and saw that the expressions of all the representatives were even more exciting than those in Hollywood. The British representative at the back almost shrunk his head into the buttocks of the one in front.

You called me a bitch before, and I wanted to argue with you just to express my unruly side.

But now, you see me like an ant seeing the sky!
Please think carefully before you speak. I promise... I won’t say much nonsense.

The American Mason Leonard sat down slowly. He tried to look calm, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to keep his face calm. But looking at the missile vehicle...

But the corners of his eyes were still trembling slightly, and his fingers were pinching tightly.

His face suddenly turned red, as if his blood pressure had risen.

Now Victor is really using the United States and Israel to command the heroes.

12500 km...

Mason Leonard is already wondering whether to give Victor a "jump".

"Mexico and the United States have serious historical misunderstandings, covering 200 million square kilometers of land."

Suddenly, a faint voice came into Mason Leonard's ears. He jumped up like a rabbit that was stimulated. He turned his head in fear and saw Victor looking at him with a half-smile.

Mason Leonard is in the same group as Donald. This group of people has one characteristic: they are all hawks and typically cannot take any hard stances. If it were in the past, they would have just gotten away with a slap in the face.

But hawks can also be conservatives...

Depends on who the enemy is.

You see, what's passing below is a formation of SS-25 intercontinental missiles. They are like sleeping pills. If one is taken, many people will be unable to wake up from their sleep for a long time.

Mason Leonard was silent for a while, but finally spoke, "That is history. Times are always progressing. We should work together to follow the new order of peaceful development after World War II."

puff…

Casare beside him laughed and waved his hands, "Sorry, I just like to laugh. You know, chubby people tend to have good personalities."

George Smiley was also trying hard to suppress it, with his head down.

The Americans say he follows peace.

It's like the Soviets saying he doesn't drink, the Indians saying he is not lustful, and the Koreans saying his DD is as big as his body. It's just like a big fool eating pizza - stupid!
Victor looked deeply at the army formation on the main road, but did not speak. The American looked at him nervously, as if he was coaxing a "child with a bomb", telling him, "No, from now on, you are an adult, let's talk it over."

"You're right. What's lost is lost after all. There's no point in getting it back. But we need benefits. If I have SS-25, it would be meaningless for me to pretend to be a younger brother, right?" He spoke with a gentle smile.

Good... kind.

This is very open, tell General Mason Leonard that I request a redistribution of the cake.

disagree?
Then flip the table!

The American representatives were unusually quiet, and the Deputy Secretary of Defense felt as if a stone was pressing on his chest, and his breathing became rapid and uncomfortable.

"Let someone who can speak come. We will conduct a test launch at the end of November, but the location coordinates have not been confirmed yet. I hope that we will be satisfied."

Nicholas Maro Moro was sitting on Victor's left. He heard everything they talked about, but he didn't dare to move!
But the eyes are all shining.

original…

It turns out that the Yankees are not invincible.

They will be afraid too.

Victor's casual words sounded like he was giving instructions to a subordinate.

Nicholas Maro Moreau glanced out of the corner of his eye.

Americans...sit very straight.

The appearance of SS-25 made everyone present shudder and feel bored. Then two kinds of reactions emerged: either they were determined to give up or they were unwilling to accept the result.

At 11 a.m., the military parade reached its final stage.

It's a public parade.

Oh, it's approved.

They walked down the main street holding up the 170 Years of Independence slogan, and some even held up a bust of Victor!
These were all Goebbels' ideas.

What does it mean...

It is to establish his image and make him look like a "founding father". The anti-drug cause is the rebirth of Mexico.

What’s the difference between what he is doing and starting a new world?
Personality, showmanship, and political achievements are the three magic weapons of a mature politician.

Victor stood up, walked to the viewing platform, and waved his hands downwards. The 3999 "people" below cheered even louder.

It's a bit confusing...

These people all have short hair, and those young and capable guys look very cute with their big front teeth grinning.

boom!
Suddenly there was a very clear sound, almost inaudible in the cheers. You see, none of the representatives next to him heard it clearly. Instead, the captain of the guard Joseph Joffre, who was standing next to him, changed his expression and was about to rush over, but he saw the general standing next to the viewing stand gestured for them to stay away.

With a smile on his face he looked at the formation passing by below.

With the sound of the final salute, the Independence Day celebration came to an end. Victor and the American representatives were surrounded by a group of people and left, chatting and laughing with each other.

"Go and ask what happened!" Joseph Joffre whispered to the bodyguard, who nodded. Together with the intelligence department personnel, seven or eight big men jumped down from the viewing platform and ran towards the source of the gunshots.

In a sewer on the main road, four or five policemen from the special police company were punching and kicking a thin woman. Their combat boots were so thick that it felt like their uterus would be knocked out with one kick.

They are already annoyed by staying in the sewer. What do you think when you see your brother troops studding the spotlight above while you are breathing in the disgusting stench down below?
The sewer cover above his head was opened, and a beam of light shone in. A police officer with the rank of lieutenant standing nearby looked up and saw someone coming down.

"Presidential Guard." The leader took out his ID.

The police officer took a closer look, then nodded and pointed at the woman. "She was the one who made the gunshot just now. She used a homemade double-barreled firearm, but it exploded when she fired. When she wanted to continue, she was held down by the plainclothes police."

"She was less than 200 meters away from the viewing platform, mixed in with the crowd. But these people had been checked, so why would such a thing happen among them? I want to understand."

The bodyguards of the presidential guards' eyes flashed when they heard this.

There must be a group of people here who are going to be in trouble.

It's just weird...

Despite all the precautions, something like this still happened.

But think about it, Egypt's Sadat was killed by his own people.

Even the wisest man can make mistakes!
By then, there will be no way to escape accountability.

The bodyguard pushed the policeman from the special police company away and looked down. The woman was beaten so hard that she was turned into a man. Her clothes were torn to pieces, and most importantly... it seemed like the silicone was kicked out?
The amount of air coming in and out is already less.

Her face was covered in blood. She tried hard to open her eyes and reach out her hand.

The bodyguard stepped on her face and looked at the intelligence officer next to him, "You guys take him away? He won't die on the way, will he?"

"No, we are professionals." The intelligence agency was very cold. Someone took out a syringe from his arms and injected it into the assassin.

Carry adrenaline with you?!

They are all perverts indeed!
"I hope to know the clues quickly. Sir, you don't have much patience." The bodyguard looked at the other party deeply and said.

At this time, Victor was entertaining representatives from various countries at a luncheon.

Some people came over enthusiastically, bowed and greeted him, and some even gave Victor a thumbs up, praising his anti-drug methods and saying that drug dealers should be physically eliminated.

these people…

Many have criticized his methods at the United Nations.

All we can say is that the truth is within range.

The British representative hid nearby like a loser. He questioned the CIA-6 officers accompanying him, "Why does Mexico have intercontinental missiles? Why don't we know about it? Where is your intelligence?"

The other party was a little embarrassed. "We haven't received any news."

"Nonsense! Can something that big appear in an instant?"

The CIA officer chuckled, hesitated, and lowered his voice, "Sir, do you think there is a possibility that they really appeared suddenly, or are they aliens?"

The British representative was tired of cursing and was about to take a sip of red wine when he heard this. He spat it out and choked. There was also red wine in his nose, but he was too lazy to wipe it off. He turned his head to look at the other party and cursed loudly, but still had to lower his voice.

"Feeling? Fuck! I feel like you guys in MI6 are crap. This is not a feeling, this is real!!! Congress gives you so much money every year, and you actually talk about aliens. You should be writing science fiction, not secret agents."

The CIA officers shrank their heads and didn't dare to raise them when they were scolded.

He has a gut feeling...

I'm going to lose my job.

Hey ~
Workers are like beasts of burden, they are difficult to serve!
The lunch lasted until about three o'clock before it slowly dispersed. Everyone was a mature politician and would not get drunk, as that would easily lose face, but they still drank a lot. Victor was one of them. When he was sent home, Krista Schroeder, who heard the noise, was holding her child.

Seeing that he was a little drunk, she helped him sit on the sofa and asked the servant to get some hot water. Krista took it and wiped his face.

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"Why drink so much? Alcohol isn't a good thing."

Joseph Joffre smiled awkwardly.

"It's okay. I'm happy today. You didn't see the American's face. Wow, so cool!" Victor shouted, as if he was spitting out the depression in his chest. He stood up and opened his hands. "For 170 years, Mexico has been in chaos internally and defeated repeatedly externally, so that morale has been wasted and the country has fallen. Starting today, this situation has been completely reversed!"

"From now on, offense and defense have changed!"

Joseph Joffre and others looked at him quietly, with admiration and madness in their eyes.

Krista Schroeder, the secretary-turned-mistress, also looked at him with love. Who doesn't want their man to be a hero?
Victor fell back and snored softly on the couch.

I actually fell asleep like that.

Young people, sleep is great.

Just when Xiafei and others were about to help him go upstairs, they heard short footsteps running in from outside. It was a bodyguard from the guard. Xiafei saw him, then looked at the sleeping Victor, and hesitated to move forward.

Krista Schroeder shushed him with a wave of her hand.

But who knew that Victor would suddenly open his eyes and turn his head as if he had telepathy, "What? How long have I slept?"

The people around him became quiet after hearing this.

In fact, being the boss is not as easy as you think. Look at those leaders, they age faster than anyone else and they also feel tremendous pressure when enjoying power.

Social pressure, public opinion pressure, etc.

Victor looks at least 7 years older than his peers, and during the physical examination, the doctor said that he needs more exercise and should stay up late less.

He only slept about four to five hours a day, and when the situation was serious, he was reported to have not slept for 72 hours.

If you want to be respected in front of others, you must suffer behind their backs.

Victor always thought that he was not a natural politician, but he was trying hard to learn...

The glory of my brothers lies with me!

"What happened again?" Victor asked the bodyguard standing at the door.

The latter glanced at his captain and nodded when he saw him nod. "The interrogation of the shooting that happened this afternoon revealed that it was carried out by a guerrilla group in Guatemala. They wanted to cause trouble and then expand their influence."

"That's it?"

"That's it. They want to stir up trouble to attract more anti-Mexican people to join and expand their organization. Most importantly, the Latin American drug cartels announced that they welcome all organizations and individuals to sign up to join. If an organization wants to join, it must do something in Mexico. They will set a topic, such as bombing a bank or causing trouble on an important holiday. As long as it succeeds, it can get investment from the Latin American drug cartels."

This trick is more vicious.

Victor was taking the towel from Christa Schroeder and wiping his face. When he heard this, his hands paused. "Pablo, you have lived too long and stretched your hands too far. Haven't you found where he lives yet?"

Joseph Joffre bent forward. "I'll go get George Smiley."

Victor nodded.

He nodded at the bodyguards, and someone quickly made a phone call.

Victor looked at Krista, "I want to eat the noodles you made."

The mistress responded and ran to the kitchen to busy herself.

Less than ten minutes later, George Smiley arrived, sweating profusely.

"How much information do you know about the Latin American drug cartels? Hasn't Pablo been found yet?"

George complained in his heart, but he quickly answered, "The information will be collected. Pablo hid it a little deep, but someone said that someone saw someone who looked like him in a small town under the Rocky Mountains, but no one has investigated the details. He hasn't appeared for a long time. We all suspect he is dead."

"No, he won't die."

Victor shook his head, his face solemn. "He won't die. He's just getting more and more cunning. He's starting to not appear in front of any electronic products, and his commands are becoming more and more covert."

The main reason was that the beheading operations were too frequent and scared him.

Those hiding in the darkness are the most dangerous.

A pseudo-government like Popovich's can be swept away, but you see, Pablo is hiding in the Rocky Mountains and will give you a surprise out of the blue.

The head is as big as a bull.

"Increase the intensity and keep an eye on Pablo's family and friends. Even his dog must be watched when it comes out in heat."

Victor looked up.

However, it seemed obvious that he had not gotten enough sleep and had forgotten that he could check on people at any time.

I drank too much...

"I have a feeling that Pablo and the Cali Cartel in Colombia will be more difficult to deal with than those in Mexico!"

"You have to eat one mouthful at a time, but if two guests come to the same table, then you have to overturn the table. I am the master, I eat food, and they eat shit."

"First, take out the southern drug cartel."

"Let the Secretariat prepare a draft. The main point is that I hope the people in the Southern Camp will surrender. I will forgive them for what happened!"

George Smiley and Joseph Joffre looked at each other.

Let bygones be bygones?

That means grabbing the chicken and pulling it hard.

I can't even say this myself.

The Southern camp are drug dealers, not fools.

Can…

What if you meet a few fools?
"Also, an armored corps will be formed. Colonel Heijend von Strawitz, the principal of the Mexican Armored Academy, will be transferred to the position of commander of the armored corps and promoted to lieutenant general. Kurt Konispel, the commander of the tank regiment of the 4st Marine Division of the Northern Army, will be promoted to deputy commander with the rank of major general, with four armored divisions and two infantry regiments under his command."

"Recruit key members from schools and troops to quickly form a team."

"Next year I will use them to flatten the South!"

These have all been discussed before, and the orders are just being issued now.

Victor's troop formation...

Further expanded!
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(End of this chapter)