Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Butchers! They are butchers!"

An Israeli man, his face covered in tears, cried loudly into the camera. Blood smeared his face, and his eyes held terror as the people behind him ran in panic.

It looked…

like the scene of a terrorist attack.

After he finished speaking, the camera turned to reveal an Asian female reporter with a long face, like a shoehorn, and sharply angled eyebrows that gave her a fierce appearance.

She was quite famous, a renowned overseas correspondent for *The Washington Post*, Chen Jiayun!

She had repeatedly described Viktor as: "A beast in human skin!"

And claimed that Mexico was now entirely ruled by devils, that they were FXS.

"Chen Jiayun reporting for you from the front lines!"

Casarez, with his arms crossed, clicked his tongue twice, "If I didn't know better, I'd think her father died. She's crying so… movingly. It almost brings a tear to my eye."

Defense Secretary Kennedy smiled and glanced at Viktor, who was sitting behind the desk, "Just giving Israel a taste of their own medicine, and some people can't stand it."

"Americans, remote dog-rearing is really good."

This wasn't an exaggeration. The Mexican side had taken down 11 "illegal organizations," including those inciting "gender antagonism," "class antagonism," and organizations using environmental and health pretexts…

They infiltrated, and then supported some reporters, celebrities, professors, etc., within your country, under the auspices of the United States Agency for International Development…

And took a big tumble in Mexico…

They found a professor at the National Autonomous University of Mexico, tried to get close to him, hoping he would say some "opinions" on television, such as, it would be more tactful to "release" some criminals, not every crime had to be punished with death.

That is, the commonly known: human rights!

But that professor was relatively timid…

Your grandma's leg, you want me to refute the general's orders?

Do you really think my brain is squeezed by my anus?

He immediately called the police, and then followed the clues to dig out 11 "dog farms" supported by the United States Agency for International Development. If it were another country, they might have released them for the sake of so-called "espionage unspoken rules," but in Mexico…

They were all killed.

The main thing is what?

To make being a spy in Mexico a "dangerous profession."

"Our guys don't know that public opinion can kill, but we have to know. They like to shape images, right? We can too. Goebbels, I'll leave the other battlefield to you." Viktor looked at the Minister of Propaganda, who was sitting silently beside him.

The other party had his hands crossed and was trembling somewhat?

"Are you… cold?"

Goebbels hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, I don't know why, General, but whenever I think about dealing with Israelis, I always feel excited all over. My cells are telling me, rush up and kill them."

Viktor looked at him with a strange expression…

Damn it, abnormal!

"Then make their image disgusting online. You can handle that, right?"

"Of course! This is my profession!"

Viktor nodded with satisfaction. In the area of public opinion, he was really not afraid…

In order to adapt to the increasingly complex situation, the propaganda department had a "Public Opinion Warfare Bureau," mainly to fight public opinion wars, especially on the Internet. They were still building a "new method," such as… using mobile phone information.

The person in charge of this was called: Neil Papworth.

A senior engineer poached from Vodafone.

Plus a little technology Viktor exchanged for, it wouldn't be long before the first smartphone might be launched. Of course, these were all progressing in an orderly manner.

Public opinion is inherently a little girl that can be dressed up as one pleases.

Whoever controls the position says you are good, you are good. Whoever says you are evil, you are evil.

How can there be so much right and wrong in the world?

People have a sense of right and wrong, but at the national level… there is only interest.

Whether Palestine is a beast or Israelis are mongrels, it just depends on which side you support.

However, Viktor, of course, stood on the former's side…

Why?

Simply because he hated Jews.

Yes, hate.

Viktor is Mexico!

"I plan to carry out a new currency issuance from July, gradually phasing out the peso, but it must be done slowly. We have already recovered the Cantarell oil field, the Trion oil field, and the Mars oil field, etc., which can be fully linked to the new currency. Similarly…"

"Venezuela is considering linking the rial with its currency and minerals, etc., but there is currently a lot of controversy within the country. Only Nicolás Maduro Moros, who is already a member of parliament, supports us. If we and Venezuela use the new currency for settlement at the same time, it will be a major blow to the United States."

"I will talk about this at the UN General Assembly on the 30th!"

Goebbels still looked calm, Casarez still had that 'I listen to whatever the boss says' look, while Kennedy's face showed some worry…

Finally, the transition from hot war to currency war. The confrontation between the US and Mexico will become more intense.

The Americans will not give up their dollar hegemony!

That is the lifeline of the Americans.

Mexico's foundation is still too weak. Frankly, I'm not very optimistic…

He would rather take it step by step.

It would be best to boost the domestic economy. The GDP for the first quarter is out. The government-controlled area is about 260 billion pesos, about 150 billion US dollars. The best-performing economies are the states of North and South California.

At that time, the South hadn't been recovered yet. If it was unified nationwide like this year, it is estimated to be about 1 trillion pesos.

The South… is still too rich.

As the few people in the office discussed the upcoming situation, they suddenly heard a rapid knock on the door, followed by the entry of Chief of the Guard Joseph Chaffee.

"Sir, Director Jeff Bennett wants to see you."

"Please let him in."

The Chief of the Guard nodded and went out to bring in the Director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency, who had been waiting at the end of the corridor. The latter looked anxious and uneasy.

It was clear on his face.

"What's wrong? Buddy, is there something urgent? Did Clinton die?" Viktor joked, gesturing for him to sit down and have a cigarette first.

Casarez and the others smiled in agreement.

Jeff Bennett opened his mouth, "Defense Secretary Donald… was shot and killed by Clinton in the White House."

Boss…

Your father died.

!!!!!

The office fell silent.

Kennedy's eyes widened suddenly…

Goebbels' mouth twitched as he looked at the General.

Casarez's mouth was open, his pupils shrinking.

Viktor paused as he was about to light a cigarette, narrowing his eyes, "Tell me the details."

… …

Washington, it started to rain heavily.

Pedestrians on the road cursed as they covered their heads and ran quickly.

The rain pattered on the ground, making a bouncing sound.

In the rain, a man wearing a gray trench coat, a hat, and a mask over his mouth, looking somewhat strangely dressed, could be seen.

He walked into an Indian restaurant.

"Welcome, how many people, sir?" The waiter came over with a smile.

"Looking for someone."

The man looked around and found the person by the window, walking straight over.

That was a middle-aged man, very unkempt, but with piercing eyes. He heard the voice, looked up, and was taken aback by the other person's attire. Then, he smiled and said, "Gavin, no need for this. We're doing a news transaction, not... an intelligence transaction. You're making me feel like a spy."

The two were clearly very familiar with each other.

The man called Gavin shook his head, "You have no idea how shocking this news is!"

The other party raised an eyebrow, "Are you raising the price?"

"100,000 US dollars! I'm telling you a piece of news that's currently being suppressed. It's absolutely shocking."

The middle-aged man immediately became interested. He wasn't afraid of the other party's asking price. If he dared to ask for that much, it must be big news. Despite his unkempt appearance, he was a famous columnist for 'The Washington Post.' His exposure of 'scandals' in American politics had earned him great prestige.

Most of it came from the man across from him, Gavin Smith, a security officer in the Secret Service.

"Tell me about it first. I won't shortchange you."

Gavin hesitated for a moment and nodded. The two had a good relationship, and there was no need to ruin it over a hundred thousand dollars.

"Donald is dead. He was shot by Clinton in the White House, six shots in total, two in the head."

The middle-aged man: (⊙_⊙)!

He couldn't believe it and spoke urgently, "Donald? Are you talking about Donald Rumsfeld?"

Gavin nodded.

"OMG, my God!"

"It can't be ruled out that Clinton was using drugs when he met with him. Donald's body is currently in the hospital for emergency treatment. They don't dare to announce it to the public. You watch, maybe tomorrow, they'll say Donald is feeling unwell and has been admitted to the hospital."

The middle-aged man was very excited, his whole body trembling, "Then... what about Clinton?"

"He's definitely going to step down, but maybe it'll be a medical retirement. This scandal will absolutely prevent him from appearing in public. We've all been ordered not to spread it."

Trial?

The Rumsfeld family would definitely be dissatisfied.

This matter would not end easily.

But the real masters of America would find a way to shut them up.

Gavin looked at him, "Actually, I was hesitating whether to tell you, because if you report it, someone will definitely want you dead, Osvaldo."

The other party's eyes flashed, "The public needs the truth!"

Gavin nodded, "Then good luck to you. By the way, transfer the money to the old card number." After he finished speaking, he picked up his hat and prepared to leave.

"Have something to eat first." Osvaldo hurriedly said, pointing to the "food" on the table.

The yellowish-brown stuff made Gavin lose his appetite. He almost felt nauseous and shook his head, "I heard that Indians like to grab food with the hand they use to wipe their butts? I'd rather go back and eat my California roll."

After speaking, he left a dashing back view for the other party.

Osvaldo looked at the food on the table and immediately felt nauseous. He raised his hand and stood up, "Check, please!"

Bang!!!

Just as he finished speaking, he saw a van crashing in through the front window, sending him flying. The van didn't stop and ran over his head, instantly... his head exploded like a watermelon.

The people in the Indian restaurant screamed and shouted for help.

When they opened the car door, they smelled a strong smell of alcohol. The driver had already passed out.

Gavin, who had already left the restaurant and was on the sidewalk across the street, heard the commotion and turned around. When he saw the vehicle smashing the glass, he was stunned, and then his expression suddenly changed.

Instinct told him that something was wrong.

He instinctively ran away.

He saw a black man rushing out of the alley, raising a gun.

Bang bang bang!

He fell into a pool of blood.

Gavin watched the other party run away, his eyes also a little blurred. Finally, his head tilted, and he died.

When the police arrived, they seemed to have received some news. They only collected the bodies, destroyed the scene, arrested the drunk driver, and left without saying a word.

There was a hint of mystery inside...

Clinton Road, Fayetteville, Arkansas.

It looks very small...

Clinton got married here in 1975.

At this time...

There was no feeling of warmth at all.

Inside the dark house, even the curtains were drawn.

After the shooting of Donald, he was taken to this place by a "mysterious force."

He was curled up on the bed like a dog.

Squeak ~

The old bedroom door was pushed open, and he saw a person wearing glasses, a suit, but... with a somewhat bald forehead?

Hearing the movement, Clinton looked up. In the dark night, he couldn't see clearly, "Larry, is that you?"

The other party opened the window, and the cold moonlight shone in, making his whole face look very gloomy. He looked at the other party and shook his head, "You have disappointed us."

Clinton panicked...

"No no no, this... this time it's a misunderstanding."

Larry stared at him, "Do you know how much we have spent on you? You idiot!"

As he cursed, he took a whip in his hand and lashed it directly on the other party's body!

Clinton screamed loudly.

"BlackRock gave you so much money to put you in this position, and what about you! What have you brought us now? A bunch of bullshit, you're simply a waste."

"I'm the president, I'm still the president."

"President? President? Bullshit president!" Larry continued to beat him with the leather whip. After beating him for two minutes, he was finally tired, panting heavily. He took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his eyes, "A president with no value is worse than a black person."

Clinton, who was in pain all over, panicked. What did this mean?

"I'm useful, I'm useful, Donald, Donald is a Mexican spy, that's right, he must be. He colluded with Victor to sell American interests, don't you want to start a war? No problem, I'll start a war, don't kill me, I'm still useful."

Larry just watched a president cry like a dog, tears and snot congealing together, looking down at him, his eyes full of disdain.

"You've made us lose a lot of money. The government can't have any more scandals. You can't be tried. This is America, not the Blue House. The president can retire gracefully, but not in prison."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your daughter."

!!!!!

Clinton suddenly opened his eyes. He wanted to speak, but two people rushed in from the door, holding guns, with silencers in front, and shot at him.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

Shot to death!

Clinton stared, unable to close his eyes in death.

"Find a place to bury him, I still have to discuss the next president, I'll leave this to you."

"Yes, sir."

Larry didn't even look at the body, got into the car, and left under the protection of the bodyguards.

Clinton...

Really disappointing.

Various consortia supported him after exchanging interests, in order to make you earn money for us, what happened? Not only did you not earn money, but you also had a series of scandals.

Drug use, adultery, corruption...

It's not that these things can't be done, which American president hasn't done them?

But, your value is gone.

This time, the shooting of Donald must not be spread, he can only be helped to retire gracefully due to illness.

"Hopefully the next one won't use drugs, at least, he can be a smart person." Larry looked out the car window, talking to himself.

Two bodyguards put Clinton's body in a sack, dug a hole in the back, and buried it directly.

This legendary man who went from a country boy to the President of the United States.

Died so sloppily.

Sometimes, being mediocre is also good.

......