Working as a police officer in Mexico

What the world is like, the capital market knows best.

When the MAZ-7917 super-heavy off-road truck slowly entered the public eye carrying the SS-25 intercontinental missile, the silence on Wall Street was like a dead body, while the North American stock market was boiling.

And it was just dawn the next day.

The Mexican Ministry of Defense announced that it will expand its existing armed forces to 350,000 people!

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

"We also solemnly warn all internal and external forces not to interfere in Mexico's anti-drug affairs. Any behavior found to be funded by us will be classified as a hostile act. Mexico will not stop until death!"

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

Pentagon.

Defense Secretary Donald took the remote control and turned off the TV. He glanced at his colleagues and said expressionlessly, "Victor asked us to send personnel to discuss the distribution of benefits in North America."

"Who is he? How qualified is he to say that?" said a hot-tempered General Michael Gahler, head of the Army Department, frowning.

The Department of the Army, Department of the Navy, and Department of the Air Force plus the National Security Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency, the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency, and the National Reconnaissance Office are collectively referred to as the "Three Departments and Four Directorates" and are units directly under the Pentagon.

As for the CIA?

The Pentagon questioned that the CIA's intelligence level was too low, and the CIA questioned that the military's execution capabilities were too weak.

Typical dislike of each other.

The various real power departments in the United States are simply "vassals". The FBI is displeased with the CIA, the CIA is displeased with the DEA, and the DIA criticizes the FBI when it sees it.

Polyamory anyway.

But the Pentagon controls the actions of the US military. Overall, the military has more power than the sky.

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 with a gentle look on his face and a pair of glasses. "Victor is a lunatic. If we don't satisfy his desires, he might launch an attack on us."

Fortunately, there is no "General Beichen" here, otherwise I would like to say that the SS-25 has an effective range of 12,500 kilometers, but Washington is less than a few hundred kilometers away, so it will definitely fly there!

"We have what Mexico has, and we have what Mexico doesn't have. Do we still need to be afraid of them?"

General Michael Gahler's words caused everyone in the office to fall silent.

It's not that I think what he said is right, but I feel that this stupid criticism has started again. The other party has always been a person with such a fiery personality, and has long been known for his tight-lipped mouth.

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

These words were so heartbreaking that both Lu Xiaojiang and Gong Ze looked blushing.

Michael Galle's big mouth is also reflected in many aspects, criticizing the DEA's anti-drug strategy, scolding Congress for being stingy with the military budget, pointing at the director of the Department of Homeland Security to single out, etc.

He even said that the CIA would be bombed sooner or later.

Not long after he said that, the CIA actually bombed, and the then CIA director William Webster was shot and killed.

The BBC reporter, who was not too concerned about the matter, also said that he must know something. Conspirators even speculated that the Pentagon was going to purge the CIA.

At that time, there was a lot of pressure from public opinion, and this big mouth was frightened and kept quiet for a while. But looking at it today, it is obvious that he has not learned his lesson.

Donald put his right hand on the corner of his glasses and glanced at Michael Galle. He was already thinking about whether to change his position. He was too emotional.

Do you think you alone make the decisions in the United States?

"There are still two months to decide on a new government agency. I propose that everything be done for a stable transition. Can you compete with a madman?" Donald looked at Michael Galle who was about to speak, "The button for nuclear weapons "It's not in your hand, and the ICBM button is on Victor's desk."

Come on, you're not worthy of launching.

Michael Gahler's face turned green, and he dared not utter the curse words in his throat. The old man was the Secretary of Defense in the 1970s, and he had just joined the army a few years ago. Even if he scolded George W. Bush, he would not dare to scold Donald.

One thing brings down another thing.

"Do you mean to satisfy him?" Security Consultant Flynn frowned and was worried, "Will our concession become a catalyst for Victor to become unscrupulous? If he opens his mouth..."

"The world is like this. The leading 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. The strong ones must be given a certain amount of respect." Donald's words seemed like the final decision.

after all…

Missiles are really scary.

"Of course, this is my opinion. It needs to be reported to the White House. Do you have any other opinions?" The old man looked at everyone. Even if he had an opinion, he did not dare to say it openly.

As expected of an old general, his reputation is high.

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

"What!"

The commander of the Army, General Michael Galle, stood up. When he heard this, he jumped up and his eyes widened. "Then we can only watch Victor unify Mexico? That is not in our interests."

Donald came over, stared at him, and patted his rank, "When you sit in my position in the future, you can think about refuting my words again, do you understand?"

The corner of Michael Galle's mouth twitched, this feeling of being despised made him feel ashamed!

"Okay, go back, don't let me find out that you are doing something wrong, otherwise there will be many people who want to be ministers!"

Donald's eyes were warning.

Michael Galle left with a sullen expression. Before leaving, he kicked the trash can at the door. He stood at the top of the stairs and waited for the Navy Department, Air Force Department and others behind him to come over. Then he jumped out.

"Scare me, Michael, what are you going to do?" the Admiralty Commander asked with a frown.

"Do you think it's really good for an old man to stand over us? He was very rude to us. Although we have a lower military rank than him, we also have dignity. Can you tolerate him giving up the national interests like this?"

The more Michael Galle spoke, the more excited he became, "How much money have we invested in the drug dealers in the south? We also have manpower. Are we going to give up just because of a threat? Fake!"

He was so angry that he stamped his feet, "He is old, old, and a little greedy for life, so he should come down and let more people come on stage, and..."

"I heard that his granddaughter is in a relationship with Victor. Don't the people in your intelligence agency know about this?"

He took aim at the directors of the National Security Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency, the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency and the National Reconnaissance Office, asking, "Why can such a person be our secretary of defense?"

"stop!"

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

Go to parliament to impeach?

Was he beaten by an old man in public?

Michael Galle slapped his face and said, "You will regret it." Then he left with a dark face.

"There are always people who think they are the smartest people. If the U.S.-Mexico war breaks out again, who will fight first? Will he take the lead?" Ben Coffman snorted, "Trash."

It's a bad time here, while in the office.

Donald took out a new mobile phone from the drawer, opened the package, installed the card, and then made a personal call to Victor.

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

The old defense chief snorted and said, "It seems that our General Victor is very happy because of everyone's praise, and he still hasn't gotten up yet."

The person on the other side was quiet for a while and 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 certainly much more comfortable."

A direct confrontation.

Donald couldn't refute what he said. After all, there are really a lot of gangsters in the White House, and there are even interns...

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

"No need to remind you, this thing does no harm. If no one covets our interests, then he is just a piece of junk. If someone doesn't want us to have a good life, then let's break up. Some things can be used, but not No, do you think I'm right?" Victor stood up, holding the phone in his hand, stretched out, and opened the curtains, and the green mountains and green waters outside were reflected in his eyes.

It made him feel much happier, but he still had a headache. After finishing his work yesterday, he slept until now, but he still felt as if he had confused something.

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

Victor smiled, feeling very comfortable.

"You can make arrangements for me. After all, I will call you grandpa just like Belsalia from now on. You don't want your grandson's country to get nothing at all."

grandson?

nation?

Donald's eyes twitched and he squinted, "You mean you're going to let Belsaria's son inherit Mexico?"

"Belsaria and I have the orthodox birth. Of course, if you are willing, I will have at least two sons in the future, one of whom will be named Rumsfeld."

Such a familiar routine.

Doesn't it look like Liu Che said to his beloved aunt before he became emperor, "If I get Gillian as my wife, I'll store her in a golden house!"

I directly gave it to the Taoist Princess Liu, who made her very happy.

But I must have known what happened later.

Historically, there have been too many instances of relying on the power of relatives and using empty promises, and it is just repeated every day.

When Donald heard this, he was really excited.

Do the Vieri family and Rumsfeld share the same world?

Oh haha!

take off!

People will have selfish motives.

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

"I will arrange this matter. Please stay calm 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 U.S.-Mexican army." Mutual assistance, such as intelligence sharing.”

"Of course it's best."

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

The old man warned me several times and then hung up the phone.

Victor smiled and made another call to Bersalia who was far away in Germany. The two exchanged their feelings. The other party went to Germany for further study. She resigned because of the murder of her suitor outside the "Media Building".

There was also a lot of pressure from public opinion, so I just went to study.

And Victor has been making two phone calls a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, and occasionally flies to Mexico. A woman needs to talk to him, otherwise she will easily run away with others.

Victor is a master of time management.

After the chat, Victor walked out of the room and saw his mistress Krista Schroeder making breakfast. There was already breakfast on the table, and his son was lying on the stroller next to him. He walked over and squeezed it with his hands. He pinched the little guy, who chuckled.

Only when I became a parent did I realize that my children and I really had a blood connection.

When Christa Schroeder heard the noise, she turned around and saw him holding the child and pricking him hard with his beard. Caesar pushed hard with his little hands and refused, making a dissatisfied nasal sound.

"You're awake."

Victor nodded, looked at the food on the table, and softened his tone, "There are nannies at home, can't you just let them come?"

"They are tired enough, and I also want to find something to do and eat. This is Mexican oatmeal, with abalone and saffron in it." Krista Schroeder served him a bowl.

It's rare to enjoy a 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 to it are in a wait-and-see mode.

It also illustrates a truth.

It's so comfortable to sleep on the side of other people's beds.

After eating, Krista Schroeder wanted to go shopping in the supermarket. She looked at him expectantly, hoping to join him. Victor hesitated for a moment and patted her hand, "There are a lot of spies in Mexico City recently, so it's not very safe. Give it two days until the bugs inside are cleared."

Although a little disappointed, the mistress nodded.

There's no fuss.

Still very smart...

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

"I have a job."

Krista Schroeder glanced at it and took Caesar, "Well, you're busy, do you want to have lunch at home?"

Victor nodded, "I want to eat samosas."

"good."

The woman agreed happily, took Caesar and left. When passing by George Smiley, she nodded, making him startled.

"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 he vaguely remembered.

After drinking too much last night, I originally wanted to ask the Intelligence Bureau to find Pablo, but when the matter was over and the other party was leaving, I seemed to remember that the golden finger could locate him!

So I searched for Pablo Escobar.

The location is shown in the Rocky Mountains in the United States, but the specific location can only go to a certain village... I vaguely remember this.

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

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

Drinking makes things worse!

Drinking makes things worse!

Drinking makes things worse!

"Why did he run away to the United States?" Victor frowned.

"Do you want to send a small team to infiltrate? But there are too many people, and I'm afraid it will attract the special forces of the US government." George Smiley said.

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

"Are Americans willing to help us?"

"Donald Rumsfeld is my girlfriend's grandfather."

George Smiley didn't know how to answer these words.

Of course he knew, but the answer was very straightforward. My girlfriend's house is in the Pentagon. It's no problem if it's a personal matter.

Thinking about it, it seems okay...

The United States is also a humane society.

Didn’t someone’s son commit a crime later, and his father, as the president, pardoned him?

Very free and democratic, you think?

Even if his son commits murder and arson, he does all kinds of evil, after all...

The world's politics and wars also pay attention to human relations and sophistication.

George Smiley licked his lower lips, "But our internal evaluation agency also believes that if Pablo is killed, the Latin American drug cartel will fall apart, but the crime intensity will be more intense. He is now more like a rope restraint." He controls various groups, but if he dies, no one can control the gangsters."

“From armed drug traffickers to rebels, it’s just a stone’s throw away.”

When Victor heard this, he looked at him deeply and said meaningfully, "Chaos? It would be better to be more chaotic. Only then can the United Nations Anti-Drug Agency send troops to kill those drug dealers completely!"

“The bigger the waves, the more fish, and the higher the price.”

"Isn't it?"

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