Working as a police officer in Mexico

It’s raining hard!

How heavy?

It wasn’t this heavy even during the night of the long knife of the mustache.

In the Vienna Connell Medical Center.

The hurried footsteps accompanied by shouting were a headache. Many family members of patients sitting in the hall frowned. A man who looked big and strong wanted to stand up and curse, but when he saw that some of them were wearing suits and didn’t look like ordinary people, he immediately stopped.

These people don’t look easy to mess with.

“Doctor! Doctor!” Jason Bourne shouted loudly, and several doctors ran out. He grabbed the old man who led the group, like a medical troublemaker, and grabbed the other person’s collar.

“Put on all the equipment for my boss, such as electrocardiogram, intubation, can he stay in the ICU?”

The doctors were confused!

? ? ? ?

Are there still people who come to spend money on their own initiative?

“Let me see the patient’s condition first.” The doctor said modestly.

But before he finished speaking, Jason Bourne took out a stack of US dollars, about two or three thousand, and stuffed it directly into the other person's arms, "Whatever looks serious, do it."

"It's best to do a full body check-up. I haven't had a physical check-up for a long time." Victor raised his head on the hospital bed and said.

"Yes! Let's have a physical check-up." Jason said hurriedly.

The doctor looked at the US dollars in his hand and was at a loss for a moment. The subordinates behind him pulled him, and he came back to his senses. The smile on his face was like seeing his father, "Quick! Pull it to the VIP ward."

A group of people pulled the bed in a hurry.

If it wasn't allowed, maybe a nurse would have gone up to do CPR on Victor.

Money can make the world go round!

The entire Vienna Connell Medical Center started to operate.

About half an hour later.

A Mercedes-Benz rushed into the hospital, braked, and before it stopped, Belsaria ran into the hospital with her skirt lifted up, anxiously asking the service desk, "Which ward is Victor in?"

"Which Victor?"

Belshaliya read out his full name, and the nurse said, "In the VIP ward, on the third floor."

"Thank you!"

Watching her run up, she didn't even have time to take the elevator. The female nurse said to her companion next to her, "See, once this person has money, his partner will care about you."

"Are you empty and lonely again?" The colleague glanced at her, "Cheating is addictive!"

"Go to hell!"

Belshaliya ran upstairs, and the bodyguards in the corridor saw her and hurriedly stood up. Everyone knew that this was the future "Queen"!

"Jason, how is Victor?" She asked nervously when she saw the intelligence chief standing at the door.

"Ma'am, the doctor said it's nothing serious, let's check it out first."

Belsaria pushed open the door and saw Victor lying inside, with an electrocardiogram inserted and making a beeping sound. He was also on an IV drip, but it was just nutrient solution.

"Victor!" She rushed over and asked nervously, "How is it?"

Of course, he had to pretend, with a circle of gauze tied around his head. Seeing the other person's expression, Victor grabbed her hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, don't worry too much."

"Why did it become like this?" Belsaria's eyes were red.

"Maybe I offended too many people in Mexico because of drug prohibition." Victor smiled bitterly, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. If I damage their interests, they will always find trouble with me."

Jason Bourne, who was standing outside, wanted to smoke a cigarette, with a blank expression on his face.

This call was actually made by Victor asking him to call Belsaria, for the purpose...

He suddenly heard hurried footsteps and saw several Americans walking out of the elevator.

Yes, it's for them!

Belsaria's last name is Rumsfeld. Many people may not know him, but Asmiel Ward must know him as a representative at the United Nations.

When they approached, Jason Bourne took the initiative to help open the door and pointed inside.

Asmiel Ward, who was leading the group, was startled and thanked him politely. As soon as he walked in, he saw a woman crying on Victor's body, and the latter patted her shoulder with a doting look.

"Oh! Sorry~, you look good." Asmiel Ward looked at him nervously. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the woman turned her head. He subconsciously glanced at her, and his eyes suddenly widened!

"Belsaria!"

"Uncle Asmiel..." When the other party saw him, he grabbed Victor's hand and squeezed it hard, and the latter also pulled it hard.

Asmiel Ward's brows suddenly tightened.

He looked at the hands of the two people and didn't know what to say for a while.

When he was the UN representative, he held a high position in the Ministry of Defense and had a good relationship with old Rumsfeld.

He also knew some private information, such as the stubborn old Rumsfeld's pursuit of family background. He himself came from a wealthy family...

Do you think the United States doesn't care about family background?

The descendants of bandits and gangsters always hope that they can have some noble blood.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this moment, a sudden urgent phone call interrupted everyone's thoughts. Asmiel Ward turned around and saw that it was his subordinates who were busy picking up the electric spark, but before saying a few words, he exclaimed.

"What! The Iraqi representative died? The whole delegation was slaughtered?!!!"

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

Asmir Ward turned his head suddenly and grabbed the phone. Listening to the report inside, his expression became darker and more gloomy. The corner of his eye twitched, and suddenly he looked at Victor out of the corner of his eye. The other person had a very serious expression on his face. Calm, as if he already knew it.

An idea flashed in his mind, his brows raised, and a surge of anger rushed into his head. He looked at the woman next to him and gritted his back molars, "Belsalia, you go out first."

"Uncle Asmir..."

"go out!"

Belsaria glanced at Victor, who patted her hand and told her not to worry. After the other party walked out with worry, Asmir kicked his subordinates out, then closed the ward and rushed to Victor grabbed him in front of him.

"Did you do it?!"

"What? The Iraqi delegation? Something happened to them?"

Asmir gritted his teeth as he looked at the other person like that, "Where are your bodyguards? You came to Vienna with dozens of people. Where are the others?"

"Maybe they went out for supper."

This is an excuse, NMD, your boss is lying here, oh, they are the younger brothers and go out for supper?

Asmir also laughed in anger, "Do you know what you are doing? They are members of the United Nations, and we have the responsibility to protect their safety. This is an act of declaration of war!"

"Are you an official or a gangster?"

Victor stared at him, "When you meet an official, you are an official, but when you meet a bandit, you kill the bandit!"

The meaning is very obvious, whether you can beat it or not.

"Besides, the Iraqi delegation was massacred. It's good that I didn't set off firecrackers. We have declared war. Shouldn't I applaud his death? And..."

"Didn't he just call the United States a war criminal in front of everyone? Don't you want him to die?"

Asmir frowned. He didn't like Victor's tone, "The United Nations is in order!"

"Yes, so the United States has the final say, right? Does the Soviet Union dare to say anything anymore?"

At this time, some people in the Soviet Union had long understood that the country was sick, but who wanted to take care of it? Many people are prone to corruption and bribery. What does it have to do with them if the country dies?

Patients who are dying will have two states. First, why is it me who dies and not someone else? Everyone dies together!

2. Looking complicatedly at the group of friends who came to express condolences at the door, they left sadly in their eyes.

Most people are still unwilling to break up with Americans and go to the United States to beg for food.

Asmir Ward looked at him complicatedly, and the strength of his hands relaxed a little. Victor lay back in the ward and laughed, "But please don't worry, any country that is hostile to the United States, Mexico will rush to bite it to death." He, even if he is a dog, is the most loyal dog to us.”

"But dogs can bite people too."

"No!" Victor interrupted, "Mexico is too close to the United States and too far from heaven."

…

Belsaria was waiting anxiously at the door and wanted to lie down outside and eavesdrop, but the sound insulation effect was really good and she couldn't hear anything going on inside.

squeak!

The door to the ward was opened at this time, and Belsaria saw Asmir Ward walking out with a frown, and said to the inside, "You have a good rest, and I will speak on the stage when you come back."

"Thank you, Mr. Representative." Victor said inside.

"uncle…"

Asmir looked at Belsaria and said, "I have something to tell you."

The latter glanced at Victor and followed the former in confusion. The two stood by the window.

"Are you in love with him? Does he know your identity?"

"I didn't tell him."

Asmir sighed inwardly. He didn't believe that Victor was the kind of character who could really "love someone." A hero, does he know what love is?

As a representative of the United States, he had to admit that a macho man was brewing in the land of Mexico!

Victor definitely knew Belsaria's identity, and even approached her intentionally.

What for?

The elder Rumsfeld was a reformer in the U.S. military.

But Asmir did not say anything. Instead, he asked, "Your grandfather wants you to marry someone from the Kennedy family..."

"It's almost the 21st century now. I won't agree. I don't like them. I don't talk about politics. I just want to talk about love, uncle." Bersaria retorted excitedly.

Asmir patted her shoulder and comforted her.

This poor little girl, if you want to have a relationship with someone else, they want to gain a position through you.

In fact, he also asked Victor in the ward, "Do you know that Belsaria has many, many suitors, and their family controls the United States."

And Asmir still remembered what the other party said.

"The United States is controlled by them, but Mexico will be controlled by me alone! When I say everything, who dares to talk about wealth? Who dares to talk about power?"

"God will bless you, Belsaria." Asmir said gently.

Victor lay quietly in the ward.

He saw Belsaria coming in and Asmir leaving. When he left, he looked back, and their eyes flickered in mid-air.

"Victor..."

"I am here!"

"Do you really love me?"

Victor held her hand tightly, "More than once, I have planned our future while walking in the evening. I will once again step on the dust and cross the sea of ​​love, wear my best suit, and proudly marry my wife." Favorite.”

"I will also have sex with you in the study with naked passion."

"I will love you, marry you, and live with my head held high."

Belsaria immediately hugged Victor and kissed him.

Jason Bourne silently closed the door of the ward, lit a cigarette for himself, and said to himself, "This mouth, if it eats a little shit, it can't say such love words."

…

The Iraqi delegation was slaughtered!

This incident shocked the world.

I don't know where a video screenshot was circulated.

In the hazy rainy night, in the blurred moonlight, a group of people rushed into the address of the Iraqi delegation. There were many people, no less than 20 people, with fierce firepower, and they exchanged fire with the local Vienna police.

The video was very messy and I couldn't understand it at all, but the gunshot was very abrupt and obvious.

The Iraqi side was furious.

There were also protest marches in the country, and Saddam gave a speech to the camera. He even shed tears on TV, thinking that this was the world's betrayal and abandonment of Iraq!

"My compatriots, we are protecting our homeland and interests. Those ignorant and arrogant Westerners have disgusting faces. We already know who the murderer is, that disgusting Mexican thug, Victor!"

"Kuwait belongs to us! The world belongs to us!"

"I, hereby declare war on 34 anti-Iraqi alliances, I will withdraw my ambassadors, and I will freeze foreign assets in my country!"

"We will retaliate and assassinate them! We will defend our homeland with our bodies and lives!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

The tens of thousands of people in the parade cheered below.

And he was not aimless.

Five minutes after his announcement...

An explosion occurred at the Tegucigalpa train station in Honduras. The huge impact of the explosion blew away the roll awning above, and there were screams and cries of terror everywhere.

Ten minutes later...

A suicide attack against local anti-Iraqi groups occurred in Dakar, Senegal, killing 17 people and injuring 33 people!

Fifteen minutes later...

Half an hour later...

In an hour, the crazy Iraqis attacked more than 41 cities, and Mexico suffered as well.

At around 4 p.m., when school was about to end, four or five vans rushed into a school in Sonora State, killing the security guard on duty and a squad of the National Guard at the door.

More than 1,000 students were directly held hostage!

Facing the reporters who rushed over, the gangsters demanded a dialogue.

"Let Victor apologize to the Iraqis! Let him kneel here!"

After receiving the news, Casare's lips were immediately irritated.

Hijacking the school?

Where did such a fierce person come from?

And there were still parents of students outside who were crying and crying in front of the camera, hoping that the government would save them.

"I order!"

Casare gave the order with a dark face.

All the senior personnel sitting in the conference room stood up, "Send out SWW, SWAT, 141 Task Force and Omo A Group, and make sure to kill the gangsters and rescue the hostages!"

"Yes!"

...