Working as a police officer in Mexico

The Danube River in Vienna, Austria!

Victor looked into the distance, and he felt that perhaps a mustache had once stood in this place.

At that time, the poor art student might have been struggling for a living!

At that time, he carried a tattered bag and murmured to the sun rising slowly on the Danube River, "Next time I come, Vienna will listen to my name!"

"Sir~" Nurnisha Kallis called softly beside him. Victor came back to his senses and smiled at her. The group walked into the Vienna International Center with their heads held high!

"There are 9 conference halls in the conference building, surrounded by lounges of various sizes. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you can see the surrounding scenery. The building complex has a total of 24,600 windows, 6,000 doors, 43 passenger elevators and 15 freight elevators. It can accommodate 4,000 people working at the same time and 1,600 people in meetings."

Nurnisha Kallis was like a tour guide next to him.

When I walked into the elevator and was about to go up, I heard "Wait! Wait! Please wait!"

The bodyguard at the door pressed the elevator open button.

"Thank you!"

Two people came in from outside, a man and a woman, who looked like reporters, with ID cards around their necks.

"Belsaria."

The female reporter heard someone calling her, and when she turned around, she saw Victor "hiding" in the innermost.

Her face lit up, "Victor!"

Belsaria, the reporter of the Los Angeles Times, is also a direct descendant of the Rumsfeld family.

The two of them were a little ambiguous when they were in Paris.

When they returned to Mexico, they also had contact. To put it bluntly, Victor went for her.

A mistress is a mistress, and a wife is a wife.

"You were assigned to the United Nations?"

Belsaria smiled and pulled up her ID card, "I am now a reporter for the United States Information Agency at the United Nations."

Sure enough, it's easy to get things done with someone in the court!

This is a direct job jump to the Information Agency.

Victor laughed even more happily. He talked about some interesting things and the two of them had a good chat. Nurnisha Kalis watched from the side with a strange look. She was an old hand...

It can be seen that the man is in love with the woman.

They have to make love tonight!

Ding Dong~

The elevator door opened and saw people standing at the entrance of the venue.

Victor gestured to Belsaria to go first in a gentlemanly manner, and the latter smiled at him.

"We need to hurry up. There are five candidates in total. You are the fourth to go on stage to give a speech." Nurnisha Kalis urged.

Victor nodded and said to Belsaria, "Let's have dinner together after the meeting?"

"Contact after the meeting."

After watching the other party leave, Victor stared at her buttocks and pulled his clothes, "Now it's our turn to go on stage!"

A group of people walked into the venue.

I saw representatives from hundreds of countries sitting below. The people sitting in the back looked back when they heard the door open, while the five heads of the family sitting in the front did not even turn their heads.

Just sitting quietly.

A strong wind blew in his face.

Victor's eyelids trembled. It must be said that if these five people joined forces, more than 200 countries in the world would not be enough for them to sweep.

The only thing that could delay their progress was the border of the earth.

"He is Victor?" said a man who looked like an African representative.

"Yes, yes, that's him! Very cruel, haven't you heard of the nickname of the Mexican butcher?" The colleague next to him nodded and lowered his voice, "He ate at least 30 million of the 120 million people in Mexico!"

Victor almost lost his footing, fortunately Jason Bourne next to him supported him, he turned back and glared at the two Nigos, scaring them to shrink their heads.

What English are you talking about!

What rumors!

Is there anyone who believes this?

"Our location is here." Jason Bourne pointed to a place with a Mexican sign, which was relatively far back, behind the United States.

Yo, godfather!

Victor walked over and nodded to the Canadian and Ecuadorian representatives next to him.

Everyone looked at him curiously.

A tough guy has emerged in North America!

"Please invite the Iraqi representative to the stage." As the person in charge of the meeting said this, the voices of the people below were scattered.

Didn't you see that the five good men didn't applaud? You want to applaud, what's wrong, do you have a good relationship with Iraq?

The Iraqi representative came on stage, holding a manuscript, and said in a voice like an interrogation, "Gentlemen!"

"We are being bullied!"

"We need the help of the world. We all know who is the biggest criminal in the world..."

This statement became more and more wrong, and the people below looked at each other.

"Attention! Iraqi representative, today is the establishment and election meeting of the Drug Enforcement Administration. Don't go off topic." The person in charge of the venue tapped the microphone and said.

But the other party didn't listen at all, and instead retorted, "If there is no United States, what is the need for the Drug Enforcement Administration? It is because of the criminal group led by the United States that there are drug dealers and crimes."

This statement caused an uproar.

You directly confronted the Americans at the venue? Don't risk your life!

Victor sat behind the American representative and found that although he sat calmly, the hairs on his back were standing up, and his hands were clenched into fists, maintaining the most basic restraint.

"So...so..." The Iraqi representative looked at the uproarious crowd and raised his hand, "Join us, join the jihad!"

"Holy mother fuck!"

A roar resounded throughout the venue, and everyone, including the five good men sitting in front, turned around and saw Victor standing up.

With a furious look on his face, he grabbed the microphone on the table and threw it at the stage!

"What nonsense are you talking about! If there is no United States, is this world still the world? You bastard, you are just looking for excuses for your stupidity and ambition!" Victor pushed the Canadian representative next to him away, and ran up in three or two steps in the astonished eyes of the other party.

He punched the Iraqi representative!

He pressed him to the ground and started to work left and right, cursing.

The sudden fight stunned everyone.

After coming to their senses, many representatives screamed, while some people looked at the American first, and when they saw that he didn't move, they stopped just as they were about to step up.

The Iraqi representative is older, can you bear this punch?

He screamed.

"Pull apart!" Finally, the Soviets spoke, and then the Eastern Europeans went up to pull them apart. The American looked back at Canada and winked at him. The latter hesitated, rushed up with his younger brothers, and stood behind Victor.

It's interesting to see it this way.

The two bosses on both sides sat quietly, while the younger brothers above were fighting each other, and Mexico and Iraq standing in the middle became the center.

"Why did you hit me!" The representative's glasses were broken, his mouth was full of blood, and his voice was trembling.

"We are the country that declared war! Isn't it right to hit you when I see you? Besides, you are talking nonsense! You make me very unhappy."

Victor shouted loudly.

He glanced at the American representative below, well... Although the smile on the other person's face was very low, you can still see the corner of his mouth hooked.

If you fight at the United Nations General Assembly, you must be "looking for death", but if you stand up for the boss, is it considered a fight?

That's just my younger brother being a little impulsive.

I'm protecting you! Who of you is dissatisfied? Come out and tell me?

Victor is just showing his loyalty.

Boss, I shed blood for you. I told people all over the world that I am your man. You can't abandon me.

At this time, the Eagle Sauce still has to save face.

The Iraqi representative's voice stagnated, and he shouted to the people around him, "Don't pull me, I can kill him! Victor, fuck my mother!"

The people around him were stunned.

His hand loosened subconsciously.

The Canadian who was holding Victor also let go, and he understood it immediately, and rushed up with two strange screams!

...

A fight broke out at the United Nations meeting.

This matter spread too fast.

It spread faster than syphilis.

After all, most of the people here are reporters except for the representatives.

"Hurry up! If you run slower, there will be no explosion point!"

"Go! Don't block the road, don't block it."

A group of reporters rushed out, and a female reporter who felt that her skirt was a bit of a hindrance directly tore the hem of her skirt, and her high heels ran away.

When they arrived, they saw medical staff carrying a stretcher out. The reporters rushed to take pictures, but were stopped by the security guards.

Victor walked out with his head held high.

He was also "expelled", but when he came out, the US representative patted him on the shoulder. Although he didn't say it, the meaning was very clear.

"Gentlemen!" When he walked out, he stood in front of dozens of reporters and pointed at the Iraqi representative who got on the ambulance, "Mexico PK Iraq, I won!"

The reporters were stunned. Some people who were smart and knew him asked, "Mr. Victor, did you hit him?"

"No, his face hit my fist!"

Victor said with a smile, and then motioned Jason Bourne and others to clear the way. The bodyguards pushed the reporters away and escorted him to the car and left.

It was less than half an hour after entering, and he was expelled for fighting.

And similarly, this meeting was directly shelved.

It's been like this, what's the point of holding a meeting?

The news started to spread from Vienna, and in just a few hours, it spread all over the world!

The news spokesperson of Iraq's Shadamu immediately stood up and demanded an apology from Mexico, and said, "If Victor is not removed, we will use our means to maintain our dignity."

The Governor's Office in northern Mexico only replied on the official website, "The Governor's fist is still very hard!"

Both sides sprayed on the Internet forum.

The moon in the sky illuminates the entire sky.

In the Italian restaurant on the Danube River at night, the highest terrace, this building was booked by him.

He looks like a nouveau riche, but in fact, he is a nouveau riche.

If you don't use the money, why keep it? To wipe your ass?

Victor changed into a suit, while Belsaria opposite him wore a black off-shoulder dress. The two chatted happily. After drinking half a bottle of red wine, the latter's face was red.

A breeze blew, very cool.

Victor stood up, unbuttoned his suit with one hand, stood behind Belsaria in her eyes, and gently bent down to cover him with clothes.

The woman shuddered.

Victor looked at the pearl earrings and, under the influence of alcohol, licked them with his tongue. Belsaria's whole body tensed up, like a little rabbit, and her ears turned red.

He hugged her from behind like a magician teasing a child, and leaned over to her ear, "Baby~"

"From the first moment I saw you, you took over my body and soul. It's crazy to say this, but I think you really want to go crazy. I really miss you. Your eyes are beautiful, like It’s a broken diamond.”

"I love you when you catch a cold when it's 22 degrees outside. I love when you look at me like I'm crazy. I hope to watch the sun tomorrow with you. I love you..."

Belsaria listened quietly, and finally said in an ant voice, "I am very ordinary..."

"I love you! You are not ordinary!"

Victor grabbed her shoulders, turned her around, and then kissed her roughly!

Belsaria's eyes widened immediately, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

This kiss lasted for four or five minutes, and when Victor finally left his lips, there was still saliva on his lips.

"I love you, Belsaria! You are my everything."

I don’t know how many people I have told this nonsense to.

"I…"

Belsaria looked at Victor's almost pleading eyes and her heart softened, "I love you too."

Victor looks like he is drunk, but a man is so drunk that he acts until you are haggard. The words of a drunk man are the most unbelievable.

This girl is still too young.

Victor picked her up, placed her on the balcony next to her, and kissed her.

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Listening to the sound above, Jason Bourne held a cigarette in his mouth and tilted his ears, "Tsk, tsk, young people are not afraid of catching cold."

The subordinate next to him also laughed.

"Boss, there's a call, it's Mr. Victor." A colleague ran over and said with his cell phone.

Jason Bourne stared, "You want me to go up and deliver you now?"

Everyone laughed.

"who is it?"

"American."

Jason Bourne originally wanted him to hang up, but when he heard this, his expression suddenly twitched, and finally he grabbed his phone angrily, "Americans always like to cause trouble!"

He spoke with his mouth, but his body was very honest, and he ran upstairs. Standing at the door of the balcony, Jason raised his hand and knocked.

The voice outside paused, "What's going on?"

"Sir, the Americans are calling."

Victor didn't say anything outside. After a while, he saw the door open. Victor, with disheveled clothes, had a dark face, and even Jason Bourne didn't dare to look at him.

"Give me."

He hurriedly handed over the phone.

Victor held the phone and said in a dull voice, "Hello!"

His expression was tense at first, but now he slowly relaxed, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I understand, I'll come right away."

"The Americans asked us to come over and tell us about the election of the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration."

"Now?"

"Of course, if you didn't come to me just now, maybe you would have to wait four hours later."

Jason Bourne was stunned, what four hours?

But I understood it instantly!

Big pot, are you a donkey?

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