Working as a police officer in Mexico

Washington.

The John Edgar Hoover Building!

This is the headquarters of the FBI.

In fact, I have to say that the locations of the FBI and CIA are very good. The DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) just started working in a tea room.

She is simply a stepmother.

However, with Victor's annual sponsorship, the DEA can at least have a better time. The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency is their largest sponsor!

The newly appointed FBI boss Floyd I. Clark touched the desk that no one could hold with his hands, his eyes were ecstatic!

Thank you Gilbert, thank you William Webster!

He was directly promoted to become the FBI's spokesman.

Became the most powerful people in the empire.

But he also knows that what he has to do now is to calm down the somewhat restless atmosphere inside. The FBI is also aggrieved. Didn't you just lose a director?

You killed 31 of our colleagues in Mexico.

Could it be that the horse's life is not life?

Moreover, former Director William Sessions had been in the FBI for nearly four years, and he was pretty good at the FBI and had a certain reputation. You must be unconvinced if you just dumped him so directly.

There are even plans to march in protest.

That's right, FBI... Demonstration!

The CIA, on the other hand, demanded that the murderers be severely punished and all the FBI's activity funds for this year be given to them. The butt determines the head. Floyd I. Clark would definitely disagree.

There are some verbal battles that can be fought.

He took the ashtray and was about to smoke a cigarette and think about it, when he saw the door of the office being "bumped" open!

Who the hell is so rude?

"Director!"

"Director!"

The employees who ran in at the door sounded panicked, nervous, scared, and even crying.

Floyd I. Clark's heart sank.

No way... Something happened again?

My butt isn’t even hot yet!

"The Statue of Liberty! It was bombed!!!"

Buzz!

Floyd I. Clark felt like the world was spinning, and his blood pressure instantly went up!

…

And in a parochial school in Virginia.

The "Meiling Sect" is teaching American history lessons to students in the church.

"Yes, the United States is the greatest country on the planet. It is a beacon to the world and can bring happiness, fairness and comfort to all people."

He had a smile on his face, and those reporters took photos of his "heroic appearance" and then posted them, which showed that he was close to the people.

Deng Deng Deng...

Suddenly there were footsteps, and a man in a suit ran onto the stage. The reporters' eyes suddenly lit up. This was the boss of the office. He ran to Bush (Hong Kong translator) and lay down to talk in his ear.

Bush's face suddenly stiffened, and there was obvious confusion in his eyes.

He frowned, "Go and make arrangements, I want to give a televised speech!"

The office boss nodded and went to make arrangements.

Bush insisted on finishing the class for the students. After class, he arrived at a temporary classroom under the protection of US Secret Service personnel.

Students and teachers were called in and sat around him.

Bush stood on the podium with a solemn expression on his face.

"Good afternoon, compatriots, today our free Peugeot was destroyed by a group of disgusting bastard attacks. Today we witnessed the most evil scene in human nature!"

"We responded with the best of America. Our police and rescue workers were heroic, and the people at the scene also showed the brilliance of humanity."

"As soon as the incident happened, I issued an emergency order. Our military is extremely powerful. Anyone or any organization involved in this incident will be severely punished by us!"

"We are as the 23rd Psalm says: We walk through the valleys full of darkness, and we are not afraid, because you are with us. Thank you and love you, fellow citizens."

"Thanks!"

This televised speech instantly swept the country.

Um…

Sir, your approval rating has gone up!

Many people saw Bush burst into tears.

And an hour after the Statue of Liberty was attacked, the "tragic situation" began to spread towards the world!

…

Mexico. Tijuana jumped out immediately.

Victor controlled his expression, his face became tense, his eyes were numb and sad, and even tears could come out.

"Today is a day of great suffering. Our friend the United States is suffering an attack unique in human history!"

"This is absolutely intolerable!"

"Those drug dealers who chant long live drugs are just a bunch of bastards. They have no humanity and no sense of responsibility. They should be drowned in the toilet!"

As Victor talked, he cried in front of the camera.

Really crying!

Tears flowed.

The camera gave a very "subtle" close-up of his eyes, revealing sadness in his red eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just...can't bear to see people getting hurt."

"Mexico has been attacked by drug traffickers. We can all feel the same. Why do there exist such hybrids like drug traffickers under the same blue sky?"

"They are destroying our lives, they are destroying my body and my soul!"

"If the drug dealers really want to use violence to maintain their courage, please come to me and don't hurt innocent people. My companions and I will give you bastards a heavy blow!"

"But I also see the glory of humanity. The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency will provide 1 million US dollars in humanitarian donations to the families of those killed in this attack. May God be with you, Amen!"

"Long live America!"

"Long live Mexico!"

"Long live the just and noble anti-drug cause!"

...

When Victor came down from the stage, Casare handed him a towel, and he took it and wiped his eyes.

For politicians, it's not easy to cry?

If you can't even control your tears, how can you control your bowels and bladder?

Victor doesn't care about the Statue of Liberty. Although it is said that it didn't collapse, it was also severely damaged, and the arm fell off.

It's okay...

It has become a broken-armed Venus.

All he wants is to jump out at the first time and stand on the side of "America".

Big brother!

I can shout and fight with you, so do you think you can give me some sweets?

"Have you told Cuaucmote to lower the flag to half-mast?"

Casare nodded, "Mr. President agreed, and said that all 200,000 soldiers will be deployed in the next anti-drug operation!"

! ! !

Victor was not happy when he heard this, but his face twitched, "Is he kidding? 200,000? At least 150,000 are related to drug dealers. Why go to the battlefield? My people have to be careful of bullets from behind."

"No, no!"

He waved his hands in disdain. Why do you pull a bunch of rabble up?

When the drug dealers come, they will all turn against you.

In fact, what the Mexican army needs most is to install a recorder behind your butt, because in this way you can find out which team member behind you wants to kill you.

Casara looked embarrassed, "How can I refuse?"

Victor frowned, "It's enough to let Cuaucmote give us the authority to recruit independently in Lower California, and allow us to recruit soldiers anywhere in Mexico!"

"Aren't we... doing this?"

Victor "..."

Sometimes I really want to strangle the other person to death.

"We need a red-headed document! Red-headed document! Idiot."

"We need to stand firm in legal terms, let the parliament pass a bill, the "Autonomous Recruitment Rights of the Anti-Drug Force", and allow us to directly enter any city in Mexico under any circumstances."

"No one is allowed to discredit the Anti-Drug Force, and the Anti-Drug Force is allowed to issue a national emergency order at any time!"

"And the Anti-Drug Force has the power to interrogate and interrogate anyone in Mexico!"

"We have unlimited self-defense fire authority!"

Casare was stunned, Waterford.

Boss, let's rebel.

You are no different from making yourself a king.

"The parliament will not agree." Casare said firmly. If it agrees, where is the orthodoxy?

Tijuana?

Or Mexico City?

After all, they still control 200,000 armed forces. Even if they are a mob, they will never hand over power completely.

"I just want a list of people who oppose me!"

"Not the draft passed by the parliament. Whether they agree or not has no impact on me. If they disagree, will I not do it?"

"Who are they?"

Victor sneered, his eyes gloomy, "I want to see how many people in Mexico City are willing to stand on my side."

Alejandro's incident stimulated him. He doesn't trust anyone now and plans to set up an internal affairs department.

The department is responsible for "killing" all those who oppose him!

It's so direct.

Uncle Victor, can't stand opposition!

He has even thought of the name.

"Thirteen Taibao!"

A part of the elite soldiers will be separated from the Mexican News Department, and George Smiley will be in charge.

Draw out the list first!

Shoot them one by one when the time comes.

Casare felt that the boss was getting more and more...a little playful, but he expressed his support.

Even if he went south to capture the dragon today, he would be the vanguard.

Follow the boss and be the nanny tomorrow!

"How are Kennedy and the others?"

"DEA has contacted a US Air Force, which has arrived in Ecuador and will be able to return home soon."

Ecuador has only two choices when the Americans go down, either to accept it actively or passively.

Even if Colombia protests, what does it matter?

You have the temper to tell Big Brother.

Victor nodded, "When the time comes, make a bigger welcome, just to tell the drug dealers that I killed your people!"

The more you offend them, the more help you can get from the Americans.

…

And the scene of Victor crying in front of the camera to mourn the victims was also reported to the United States and neighboring Canada.

After the bullets flew for a while.

It began to ferment slowly!

With the promotion of caring people, many people began to know "Victor"!

His name became a household name.

And the close-up of his crying was called by the Los Angeles Times: the cry of American friends!

…