Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Can you push me out?"

Yassin said with a smile, looking at Jason Bourne, the "Mexican Middle East Special Envoy."

The latter nodded quickly, grasped the back of the wheelchair with both hands, and pushed him out of this "modified" tunnel.

"Can we return to our capital?"

Jason Bourne didn't know how to answer.

Because it was simply impossible!

Europe wouldn't allow it, the United States wouldn't allow it, and most importantly, the United States. If it just glared, as soon as it even lifted its butt, the Middle East bully would be busy sticking out its tongue. To do what? Licking ass.

The United States cannot lose the Middle East, just like...

Indians cannot lose the Ganges; otherwise, how would they bathe?

Yassin didn't receive a response from behind. He actually understood, and after a moment of silence, he laughed, "If the ending is destined to fail, there must always be fools who try the process, unwilling, unwilling!!"

Jason Bourne immediately pressed his hand on his shoulder.

"Sir, if justice is lacking, it's because Mexico hasn't arrived. I will suggest to the General that more support be given to Palestine, and… help you enter the United Nations!"

The "Human Progress Innovation Convention Organization" is very important, but he didn't think it could compare to the United Nations.

After all…

You can't just shit and piss at home, right? The United Nations is such a 'spittoon.' NATO, the United Nations, and even the currently planned EU are all meant to be 'back gardens.'

Hearing this, Yassin tried hard to turn his head, but his physical defects made it difficult for him, and his voice was trembling, "The… Americans won't allow it."

Jason Bourne smiled, looking into the distance, and said quietly, "Who would reason with a madman?"

This made the other party stunned, and then he laughed, louder and louder…

"So, America is also afraid of madmen."

"Too close, too close…"

He muttered to himself, as if he was talking about the US-Mexico border, and also about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

"Si… Sir!"

Just as the two were quietly looking at the moon, someone approached quickly from behind. Jason Bourne turned his head and saw the intelligence officer he had brought.

"The border area is ready!"

Jason Bourne nodded and looked at Yassin, whose eyes were fixed on him, "It's time to express our dissatisfaction to them!"

"Operation Al-Aqsa Flood!"

"Begin!"

… …

June 9, 1992, 10:30 PM Middle East Time, 3:30 PM US Time!

"Carmasen Military Base," where the headquarters of the 933rd Infantry Brigade of the 162nd Armored Division is located on the West Bank.

Brigade Commander Colonel Anselmo Kelly was holding a "big event." This saying came from Takagi Masao. One-on-one is a small event, that is, serving in bed. A group of people, that is a big event!

Which is commonly known as… YP.

Dynamic music mixed with the revelry of men. Colonel Anselmo Kelly, drunk, took off his military uniform and twisted excitedly, and among them were women… crying.

What he likes most is to have his troops rush into the "green zone" to arrest some beautiful young girls.

As for the charges…

Isn't it easy to find?

With American Daddy behind him, who is not easy to bully?

Of course, except for Mexico…

Victor's thugs can even shout out that World War II was an unfinished building, so you can imagine how "despicable!" they are in the eyes of Israelis.

Let’s put it this way, the last person who was so annoying was Jesus.

And those who are arrested… will be played with. As for life and death?

Who would care?

The world itself is the greatest injustice, and people themselves are cannibals.

Colonel Anselmo Kelly also found a reason for himself, which is called: firing at the enemy!

And in the extravagant and licentious chaos, you can also see people… taking drugs on the table?!

That's right, it's drugs. Those tools look too familiar.

However, 27% of Israelis use drugs, so it's not surprising.

As for violating faith?

It doesn't exist!

Perhaps, in a few decades, we can only believe in Hong Xiuquan.

We are "members"!

Colonel Anselmo Kelly didn't know how much wine he had drunk. In a daze, he heard gunshots?!

But he didn't care at all, thinking that someone was… training late at night.

But gradually…

The gunshots became heavier and heavier.

Completely disrupting his interest, he cursed, "Son of a bitch!" After saying that, he walked out of the door bare-chested and aggressively…

Seeing the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank.

Because…

It's dawn!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!!

The sky is full of fucking rockets!

"General! Ene…"

"Tatata…"

At this moment, a wail evaporated Colonel Anselmo Kelly's alcohol in an instant. He saw four or five people in black military uniforms and green kufiyas in the distance.

"Ha… ha… hahahaha"

Before the last word could be said, the person on the opposite side saw him, raised his gun, and fired a burst at him!

Tatata!

Colonel Anselmo Kelly was riddled with holes, his eyes widened, his body collapsed, knelt on the ground, and then his body fell forward, blood seeping out of his body.

Dead… beyond dead.

These people rushed inside and slaughtered the other officers who were still swaying.

The sound of gunfire and screams was endless.

And other places were equally uncomfortable.

Thousands of rockets whizzed towards the border area with noise.

The continuous explosions instantly buried Israel!

And on a beach.

There is a music concert going on here…

A group of young people.

The sudden explosion and light instantly lit up half the starry sky.

"OMG! OMG!"

A blonde girl covered her mouth and watched the flames caused by the explosion in the distance, exclaiming repeatedly.

"What is that!"

A man in shorts next to him pointed to the distance and shouted suddenly. He squinted his eyes, "Soldiers, run!"

He grabbed his girlfriend in horror and ran towards the car.

Panic and screams covered the beauty of the music concert…

But, some children in the war zone have never seen a concert.

Dense soldiers flew into the border city at low altitude.

The little boy back then has grown up, and they returned to their hometown like dandelions…

"Mom, I'm home!"

As soon as their feet touched the ground, the warriors rushed towards the centuries-old enemy with their weapons.

What shame and fear are there in their eyes?

"Charge!"

Someone shouted.

"For dignity, for the country, for the family!"

"Victory belongs to those who strive for self-improvement!"

Why did those bandits break into my home, then they occupied my land, killed my relatives, and then turned around and told me that they were the original inhabitants here?

Then…

The world stands on the high ground and condemns my "atrocities"?

"My father, my children, my wife, my everything has long become memories in their atrocities, so… what qualifications do you have to say that I am violent?"

If you can't empathize, please shut your mouth.

"If the war is won, what do you want to do?"

"I want to…"

"I miss my mom."

“What if we never return from this trip?”

“Then… let us never return.”

“Victory belongs to us! Victory belongs to humanity!”

……

Because the Middle East is a powder keg.

Especially these two arch-enemies.

As soon as this started, the American Eagle and some other major countries knew about it.

After all, it was still daylight in America.

Clinton hurriedly had Old Donald brought to the White House for an internal meeting.

“The war… is about to escalate,” the President said, looking at the old Secretary of Defense across from him, his brow furrowed. “The entire Middle East will be dragged into it.”

If outsiders saw him with this expression, they would think he was such a compassionate “good leader”.

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But Donald only glanced at him, his tone showing no respect, and said blandly, “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”

“You had the Defense Secret Operations Bureau deliberately blow up the Wailing Wall and then frame the Palestinians, wasn’t it to set the Middle East ablaze, and then…”

“To facilitate arms sales and cooperate with Wall Street to profit from the war?”

This is easy to understand. If you knew in advance that there would be war in the Middle East, would you buy oil futures?

Of course, you would, right?

A large amount of capital from Wall Street goes in, and then, as oil prices rise, money flows continuously to the United States. What is this called? This is called war dividends.

Hearing this, Clinton’s left cheek twitched. He didn’t know how his “little thoughts” had been discovered!

Does Donald have people inside the Defense Secret Operations Bureau?

“You don’t need to know how I found out. If you don’t want something known, don’t do it.”

But these words enraged Clinton. He slammed the table forcefully. “I am doing this for America! Is it wrong for me to want America to be great? I am not wrong!”

“The world itself is dog-eat-dog. If we are one step behind, do you think we will still have a chance to rise? Impossible! A dead Soviet Union is good for the whole world, and a dead America is even better for the world!”

Old Donald looked at him with a sneer.

Do you think this is my first day on the job?

You’re putting on an act.

If you hadn’t invested money in it, that would be strange.

“I will demand that the United Nations classify the resistance organizations as terrorist organizations. They should be killed. What qualifications do the weak have to fight back against the strong?”

Clinton waved his hand, becoming somewhat impatient. “You just need to have the troops ready.”

“I will not sign the order to deploy troops.”

The other party’s eyes widened suddenly. “I am the President.”

“Then remove me from my post.”

The old Secretary of Defense glared at him, and finally, looking at him with disdain, “What does a drug-addicted junkie know about national affairs!”

After speaking, he turned and left.

It exploded!

It completely exploded!

Have you ever seen a person’s rage reach such a level?

Clinton’s head was filled with blood. He opened the drawer, inside which was a Glock 17 pistol, special for the Secret Service.

He pulled back the slide, raised his hand, and fired directly!

Bang bang bang!!

“Kill you! Kill you all! Why do you all have to oppose me? Wouldn’t it be better if you quietly listened to my orders?!”

Clinton gritted his teeth, his mind filled with images of his embarrassing situation. He had been “betrayed” by his “best” “Chief of Staff,” Angel Ureña, who had exposed many of his scandals, putting him in a very passive position!

Even Congress was about to hunt him down.

Couldn’t they just let him die peacefully?

Why did they have to side with Victor!!!!

And…

And that Miller, his bodyguard, had actually abandoned him, reportedly going to Mexico as well.

What?

Is Victor your dad!!!!

Long-term pressure and the after-effects of drug use turned him into a “North American psycho,” actually shooting the Secretary of Defense in the office!

This was the fourth most important person in the American government.

Donald clutched his wound, a look of shock in his eyes, and staggered out.

And outside…

Office workers and Secret Service agents who had long heard the gunshots rushed over, just in time to see Donald running out of the office.

Clutching his wound…

And Clinton chasing after him.

Bang bang bang!

Three more shots.

This time…

Even Jesus couldn’t withstand it.

Donald Henry Rumsfeld fell to the ground, dead!

Everyone stared at this scene in stunned silence…

In disbelief!

“Hahahaha, I am the King, I am the King, I am the King of America!!!!” Clinton shouted loudly, waving his hands, his entire person looking like a madman.

Da da da…

Rapid footsteps.

Secretary of State Christopher Hatton happened to be working in the next office. He thought something had happened to the President. After all, when he ran out and saw the scene before him, his brain’s CPU was stunned.

Seeing that Clinton was about to put the gun in his mouth, he shuddered, “Quick! Hold him down!”

The Secret Service members also reacted and rushed over, grabbing the gun and restraining him.

“Hahaha, I am the King, I am the King!”

Christopher Hatton looked down at the madman Clinton, then looked at Donald, his pupils shrinking. “Call a doctor quickly!”

The Secret Service sealed off the entire White House, and tourists were driven out.

Some union members working on the lower floors heard footsteps everywhere, but when they tried to leave their offices, they were ordered to stay inside.

“Has something happened?” a black intern asked his colleague in a low voice. “When I came out of the restroom just now, I saw a doctor rushing upstairs in a hurry. Something must have happened up there.”

The colleague glanced at him, puzzled by his excited tone.

“Ahem, no, I have to go ask what on earth happened.” The black man shook his head, looking gossipy.

The doctor rushed upstairs, his brow twitching at the sight of Donald’s miserable condition. He shook his head, “This one can’t be saved…”

“Save him! I said save him!!”

Christopher Hatton roared loudly, “He can’t die here, do you understand?”

He was also a little crazy…

Damn it, Clinton, you bastard!

Do you know how much impact this will have?

You…

You want to die yourself, why drag me down with you?!

The Secretary of Defense being shot in the White House…

Only some African countries could do something like that.

The doctor met the Secretary of State’s gaze and instantly understood. He swallowed, “He can still be saved… he can still be saved.”

Christopher Hatton was silent for a moment.

“Send him to the hospital. No one is allowed to say anything about this!”

Sending him to the hospital to die, versus dying on the scene, offered too much room for manipulation.

But Clinton definitely had to be dealt with.

There were so many people who wanted to be president, they couldn’t let a madman do it.

“Madman?” He suddenly looked at Clinton, who was tied to a chair with handcuffs. The other party just happened to look up, drool still on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at him…

“Hehehe, I am the King of America!”

Christopher Hatton looked at him deeply.

He didn’t know if he was really crazy or pretending?

But he knew…

Victor in Mexico would definitely have something to say.

That was Donald’s grandson-in-law!

A troubled time… truly a troubled time.

……