Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 425 The bigger the waves, the more fish there are
The capital market knows best what the world situation is like.

When the MAZ-7917 super-heavy off-road truck carrying the SS-25 intercontinental missile slowly came into everyone's sight, the silence of Wall Street was like a corpse, while the North American stock market was boiling.

And at dawn the next day.

The Mexican Ministry of Defense announced that it would expand its military and expand the existing armed forces to 35 people!

"In order to deal with the increasingly dangerous regional situation and the criminal groups that are gradually out of control, the Mexican Ministry of Defense will expand the army, prepare weapons, and sternly warn the drug traffickers to lay down their arms and surrender. Otherwise, we will not rule out the possibility of launching intercontinental missiles at them!"

"We also solemnly warn all forces at home and abroad not to interfere in Mexico's anti-drug affairs. Any acts of funding found by us will be classified as hostile acts, and Mexico will not stop until it is dead!"

On TV, a spokesperson with the rank of colonel spoke righteously.

Pentagon.
Defense Secretary Donald turned off the TV with the remote control. He glanced at his colleagues with a blank expression, "Victor asked us to send someone to discuss the distribution of interests in North America."

"Who the hell is he to say that?" frowned Admiral Michael Galle, a hot-tempered man who heads the Army Department.

The Department of the Army, the Department of the Navy, the Department of the Air Force, together with the National Security Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency, the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency, and the National Reconnaissance Office, collectively known as the "Three Departments and Four Bureaus," are direct units of the Pentagon.

As for the CIA?

The Pentagon questioned the CIA's low intelligence level, and the CIA questioned the military's weak execution.

Typical of them not liking each other.

The various powerful departments in the United States are simply "feudal vassals". The FBI is unhappy with the CIA, the CIA is dissatisfied with the DEA, and the DIA criticizes the FBI.

It's polyamory anyway.

But the Pentagon controls the actions of the US military, and overall, the military has absolute power.

The attitude of the head of the Army Department also represents the attitude of the Army.

"They have SS-25." Flynn, the White House security adviser, said worriedly, wearing a pair of glasses and looking very gentle. "Victor is a lunatic. If we don't satisfy his desires, he may attack us."

Fortunately, there is no "General Beichen" here, otherwise I would say that the effective range of SS-25 is 12500 kilometers, but the distance to Washington is less than a few hundred kilometers, so it must have flown over there!

"We have what Mexico has, and we also have what Mexico doesn't have. So why should we be afraid of them?"

Admiral Michael Galle's words caused everyone in the office to fall silent.

It’s not that I think he is right, but I think this idiot has started again. The other party has always been a person with such a hot temper and has long been famous for his talk.

For example, during a joint military exercise between the United States, Japan and South Korea in 1990, he directly said in front of the television media, "It's like a father with two sons, one mentally retarded and the other stupid."

These words were truly heartbreaking, and General Lu and Gong Ze both blushed with embarrassment.

Michael Gallagher's big mouth is also reflected in many aspects. He criticized the DEA's anti-drug strategy, cursed Congress for being stingy with the military budget, and pointed at the director of the Department of Homeland Security and challenged him to a one-on-one fight.

Some even said that the CIA would be blown up sooner or later.

Not long after he said that, the CIA really exploded, and the then CIA director William Webster was shot dead.

The BBC reporter, who is never afraid of getting involved, also said that he must know something, and conspirators even speculated that the Pentagon wanted to purge the CIA.

At the time, public pressure was very high, and this big mouth was frightened and kept silent for a while. But today, it is obvious that he has not learned his lesson yet.

Donald raised the corner of his glasses with his right hand and glanced at Michael Gallagher, already thinking about whether to replace him, he was too emotional.

Do you think you are the only one who makes the decisions in America?

"The new government agency will be decided in two months. I suggest that everything be done for a smooth transition. Can you compete with a madman in rationality?" Donald looked at Michael Galle who was about to speak. "The button for the nuclear weapon is not in your hand, but the button for the intercontinental missile is on Victor's desk."

Come on, you're not worthy of launching.

Michael Gallagher's face turned green, and he dared not utter a single curse word. The old man was Secretary of Defense in the 70s, and he had just joined the army a few years ago. Even if he wanted to curse George H.W. Bush, he didn't dare to curse Donald.

One thing brings down another thing.

"You mean to satisfy him?" Security consultant Flynn frowned and was worried. "Will our concession become a catalyst for Victor to act recklessly? If he asks for too much..."

"The world is just like this. The head lion on the African continent has the right to enjoy delicious food, but other male lions in the pride will also have the opportunity to get meat. We must give a certain amount of respect to the strong." Donald's words sounded like the final decision.

after all…

Missiles are really scary.

"Of course, this is my opinion, and I need to report it to the White House. Do you have any other opinions?" The old man looked at everyone. Even if he had an opinion, he didn't dare to say it openly.

As expected of an old general, he has a high reputation.

"Okay, then disband. Also, tell the Confederacy that we will no longer fund them and withdraw our U.S. military advisors."

"what!"

General Michael Galle, the commander of the Army Department, had already stood up. He jumped up when he heard this, his eyes wide open. "Then we can only watch Victor unify Mexico? That is not in our interest."

Donald walked over, stared at him, and patted his rank. "When you sit in my position in the future, you will consider refuting my words. Do you understand?"

The corner of Michael Galle's mouth twitched. He felt humiliated by the feeling of being despised!

"Okay, go back. Don't let me find out that you are pretending to obey but actually disobeying. Otherwise, there will be many people who want to be the minister!"

Donald looked at him with a warning look.

Michael Galle left with a gloomy face. Before leaving, he kicked the trash can at the door. He stood at the stairs, waiting for the Navy Department, Air Force Department and others to come over, and then he jumped out.

"You scared me, Michael, what are you doing?" asked the Admiralty Commander with a frown.

"Do you think it's really good to let an old man stand above us? He is very rude to us. Although our military rank is lower than his, we also have dignity. Can you tolerate him giving up the interests of the country like this?"

Michael Galle became more and more excited as he spoke. "How much money have we invested in the southern drug dealers? And they even have manpower. And they just give up? Just because of a threat? Fuck you!"

He stamped his feet in frustration, "He is old, a little afraid of death, so he should step down and let more people take the stage, and..."

"I heard that his granddaughter is dating Victor. Don't you people in the Intelligence Bureau know about this?"

He directed his criticism at the directors of the National Security Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency, the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency, and the National Reconnaissance Office. "Why can such a person be our Secretary of Defense?"

"stop!"

Ben Coffman of the National Security Agency shouted directly and impatiently, "If you disagree with Secretary of Defense Donald, you can go to Congress to impeach him, don't try to be clever with us here."

Go to parliament to impeach?
Being beaten by an old man in public?

Michael Galle's face twitched and he said, "You will regret it." Then he left with a dark face.

"There are always people who think they are the smartest. If there is another Mexican-American war, who will rush in first? Will he take the lead?" Ben Coffman snorted coldly, "Trash."

Here it was a bad breakup, but in the office.

Donald pulled a new cell phone out of the drawer, unwrapped it, inserted the card, and made a private call to Victor.

"Hello~" a lazy voice came from the other side.

The old defense minister snorted twice, "It seems that our General Victor is very happy with everyone's flattery and has not gotten up yet."

The other party was quiet for a moment, and then smiled, "Mr. Donald, my subordinates are very capable. They can handle the military and local government affairs well. Compared with the idiots in the Pentagon and the White House, I am of course much more comfortable."

Direct and hard confrontation.

There is no way to refute Donald's words. After all, there are really many slackers in the White House, and there are also interns...

"I'm not here to argue with you. I just want to tell you the dangers of intercontinental missiles..."

"No need to remind me, this thing is harmless. If no one covets our interests, it is just a piece of junk. If someone doesn't want us to live a good life, then we can just go our separate ways. Some things can be done without, but cannot be lived without. Do you think I'm right?" Victor stood up, holding the phone in his hand, stretched, and drew open the curtains. The green mountains and clear waters outside were reflected in front of him.

It made him feel much happier, but he still had a headache. After giving instructions for the work yesterday, he slept until now, but he always felt as if he was confused about something.

"What do you want?" the old man asked after a moment of silence.

Victor smiled, feeling relieved.

"You decide on the arrangements for me. After all, I will call you grandpa just like Belsaria. You don't want your grandson's country to get nothing, do you?" Grandson?

country?

Donald's eye twitched and he squinted, "Are you saying that you will let Belsaria's son inherit Mexico?"

"The one born to Belsaria and me is the legitimate one. Of course, if you wish, I will give birth to at least two sons in the future, and one of them will have the last name Rumsfeld."

Such a familiar routine.

Doesn't it sound like what Liu Che said to his beloved aunt before he became emperor, "If I could marry A Jiao, I would keep her in a golden house!"

This made Princess Guantao Liu Piao very happy.

But everyone must know what happened later.

Throughout history, there have been too many cases of relying on the power of external relatives and using blank checks, and this phenomenon is repeated every day.

When Donald heard this, he was indeed excited.

The Vieri family and Rumsfeld share the world?
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take off!

Everyone has selfish desires.

Besides, such a big pie looked empty, but Donald really wanted to take a bite after hearing it.

"I'll take care of this matter. You should behave yourself recently and don't cause any trouble. Also, I have canceled the sponsorship of the Southern Alliance and will not use any more help. If necessary, I can strengthen the mutual assistance between the US and Mexican armies, such as intelligence sharing."

"That would be best."

"Well, don't be too impulsive recently."

The old man gave me several instructions and then hung up the phone.

Victor smiled and called Belsalia who was far away in Germany. The two talked to each other from the bottom of their hearts. The other party went to Germany for further studies because she resigned because of the murder of her suitor outside the "Media Building".

There is also a lot of pressure from public opinion, so it is a good time to go for further studies.

Victor has been calling her twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, and occasionally he would fly to Mexico. A woman needs care and concern, otherwise she would easily run away with someone else.

Victor is a master of time management.

After the chat, Victor walked out of the room and saw his mistress, Krista Schroeder, making breakfast. Breakfast was already on the table, and his son was lying in the stroller next to it. He walked over and pinched the little guy, who giggled.

Only after becoming a parent did I realize that there is a blood connection between me and my children.

Krista Schroeder turned around when she heard the noise and saw him holding the child and poking him hard with his beard. Caesar pushed him away with his little hands and made a dissatisfied nasal sound.

"You're awake."

Victor nodded, looking at the food on the table, and his tone softened, "There's a nanny at home, can't you just ask them to come?"

"They are tired, and I want to find something to do. Now you can eat. This is Mexican oatmeal with abalone and saffron." Christa Schroeder served him a bowl.

It's a rare relaxing and pleasant morning.

Facts have proved that as long as the Americans don't make trouble, life in Mexico is still very comfortable, and the small North American countries next door are in a wait-and-see state.

It also illustrates a truth.

It's so comfortable to sleep next to someone else's bed.

After eating, Christa Schroeder wanted to go shopping in the supermarket. She looked at him hopefully, hoping to go together. Victor hesitated and patted her hand. "There are many spies in Mexico City recently. It's not very safe. Let's wait for two days until the bugs in it are cleaned up."

Although a little disappointed, the mistress nodded.

There is no nonsense.

Still very smart...

Victor pushed Caesar in the garden, but the rare moment did not last long, as he saw George Smiley standing not far away.

"I have a job."

Christa Schroeder took a look and took Caesar, "Then you are busy, are you going to have lunch at home?"

Victor nodded. "I want to eat samosas."

"it is good."

The woman responded happily and left with Caesar. She nodded when she passed by George Smiley, which startled him.

"General, according to the address you gave us, we did find Pablo's location. He is probably in Colorado in the southwestern United States. Someone saw him and his convoy."

???

Victor was confused, but vaguely remembered.

I drank too much last night and wanted to ask the Intelligence Bureau to find Pablo, but after we finished discussing the matter and the other party was about to leave, I seemed to remember that the golden finger could be used for positioning!

So I searched for Pablo Escobar.

The location was shown as the Rocky Mountains in the United States, but the only specific location was a certain village... I vaguely remembered this.

I was so happy yesterday that I drank a little too much.

At least one person drank more than a bottle of vodka, and mixed it with red wine, beer, etc.

Drinking mistake!

Drinking mistake!

It's a mistake to drink!
"Why did he go to America?" Victor frowned.

"Should we send a small team to infiltrate? But there are too many of them and I'm afraid they will attract the US government's special forces," said George Smiley.

"No, the Americans want to cooperate with us now, so let them do this. Pablo's head is the propeller of our peace."

"The Americans are willing to help us?"

"Donald Rumsfeld is my girlfriend's grandfather."

George Smiley was at a loss for words.

Of course he knew it, but he said the answer very directly: The Pentagon is owned by my girlfriend's family, so it's okay as long as I give a personal favor.

If you think about it, it seems to be okay...

The United States is also a society based on human relationships.

Didn’t someone’s son commit a crime and his father, who was the president, pardoned him?
Very free and democratic, you think?

Even if his son committed murder and arson and committed all kinds of evil, after all...

The world's political arena and wars also require human relationships and social skills.

George Smiley licked his lips. "But our internal assessment agency also believes that if Pablo is killed, even if the Latin American drug cartels fall apart, the intensity of crime will become even more severe. He is now more like a rope binding the various groups, but if he dies, no one will be able to control the gang."

"It's only a short distance from drug dealers to anti-government forces."

Hearing this, Victor looked at him deeply and said meaningfully, "Chaos? A little chaos is better, so that the United Nations Drug Control Office can send troops to completely kill those drug dealers!"

"The bigger the wind and waves, the more fish there are, and the higher the price they can be sold for."

"Isn't it?"

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(End of this chapter)