Working as a police officer in Mexico

Tijuana International Airport!

The red carpet was laid.

Kwauk Mot, dressed in a suit, greeted us personally. He was smiling when the cabin door opened. When Saddam's brother Barzan came down from the ladder, he extended his hand first.

"Welcome, Mr. Barzan."

"Thank you, Kwauk Mot, my friend." The other party even gave him a hug, which made him startled, but then he smiled.

He is already a mature politician.

Of course, I understand one thing...

All the flattery is to gain benefits from you.

It's like a man in his twenties looking for a woman in her sixties. Don't tell me it's for love...

"Please get in the car first."

Barzan looked around and hesitated and asked, "Isn't Mr. Victor here?"

"He is supervising the battle on the front line. You know, those drug dealers are like centipedes, dead but not stiff, and they have to be pressed down and beaten all the time."

Hearing this, the Iraqi's eyes flashed with disappointment. He wanted to speak, but Kwauk Mot pushed him into the car and sat in himself.

Barzan could only sigh. Diplomatic etiquette was here.

Six Harley-Davidson police cars led the way in front, followed by two bulletproof transport vehicles with doctors, nurses and emergency rescue equipment, followed by three Secret Service bodyguard vehicles, followed by important target vehicles, and two bulletproof vehicles in the back.

This kind of alert was a bloody lesson.

When passing through the intersection, there were traffic police blocking the road.

Sometimes, this privilege is also a kind of mutual protection. If someone rushes over with a car without long eyes, who do you think will be unlucky?

It can't be me, right?

"Mr. Barzan came to Tijuana last December." Kwaukmot smiled and pointed out the window, "I haven't seen him for almost ten months. What do you think of seeing him again?"

The Iraqis looked at the passing moat. Some people were selling toys in their hands, children were rolling on the ground with their parents, there were also couples in love cuddling each other, and old couples were dancing in the open space.

There are colorful lights hanging in the river, and you can hear music.

"Peace, tranquility..."

"Happiness."

There is a trace of yearning in Barzan's eyes, and he hides it very deeply... very deeply!

He also hopes that Iraq can be like this, but it is obvious...

If the eldest brother had not ruled Iraq so cruelly more than ten years ago, perhaps, he would not have reached the current hesitant scene. It is also funny that when Saddam fell later, some people actually thought that his rule was the most prosperous in Iraq.

Of course, it was much better than during the war.

However, the people's medical care and food were in short supply, and Saddam's personality could not have the best of both worlds, so he did not have a good relationship with his neighbors.

Moreover, during the ten-year Iran-Iraq War, he was actually pro-American! !

Iran was pro-Soviet! !

If Lu Bu was a "three-surnamed slave", what was Saddam?

A lot of bad things happened to him...

The family was full of conflicts, and the two sons didn't like each other. There were no rules set early, which made both of them feel that they had a chance. This was a hidden danger that would explode sooner or later.

And what era is it now? Do you still want to colonize by force?

Didn't the Vietnamese tell you?

Don't jump too much, I'll give you orange juice when the time comes!

"Whatever the people want, our Governor's Office will do, just like Victor always said, peaceful life is hard-won. If anyone, any organization, any force dares to bring Mexico back to the old path of drug trafficking, we will not agree."

"Including the United States?" Barzun suddenly said.

"Aliens coming to Mexico also have to take urine tests. If they take drugs, they will still be shot." Cuauhkmot also made a joke elegantly, "Maybe it won't be long before the Americans will ask us for our anti-drug experience."

But from his words, I heard a kind of determination!

The motorcade drove to the "designated hotel". When getting off the car, Balzan grabbed Kwaukmot's hand and said, "Mr. President, I want to see General Victor."

"Please tell him that we hope to form an anti-American alliance together to fight against the hegemony of the Western world!"

Kwaukmot was kind-hearted, so he didn't think much about what he said. If other people with more thoughts were told this, they would inevitably feel uncomfortable. I might as well let Victor sit as president.

He smiled and patted Balzan's hand, "Don't worry, I will tell you. It's late today. You should go to bed early. We will have a deep chat tomorrow."

Balzan also knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. He nodded slightly and walked into the hotel with a little worry under the guidance of the staff.

He didn't know why he lost his composure after coming to Mexico.

Maybe he saw that Iraq was about to collapse?

Or, he stood on tiptoe and looked around. Wow, there are enemies everywhere. Only in Mexico, the hostility is a little less.

After watching him go upstairs, Quaukmot sat back in the car and said to his secretary, "Let Goebbels accompany him to visit the museum tomorrow, and take him to the anti-drug theme museum the day after tomorrow..."

"Sir, aren't we going to negotiate with him?"

"What is there to discuss? Iraq is in the Middle East, and we are in North America. He can't bring us any benefits. Let him think about what he can bring to us, and then sit down and talk."

"We won't accept empty promises."

"Let him cool down for two days."

"Understood."

Quaukmot raised his head and glanced at the hotel, with a smile on his lips. Balzan's method of sowing dissension was simply to tickle, "Let's drive."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the group of people away.

Balzan, who was standing by the window of the suite, squinted at the departing Mercedes-Benz and frowned slightly, saying, "It's not easy."

In addition to forming an alliance when he came here, Saddam also hoped that he could persuade some people to do things for them.

They agreed to use money to clear the way and smash it directly.

But after arriving, Balzan realized that he had to report if he wanted to leave the hotel.

…

August 23rd.

The Soviet Union’s 819 coup failed! !

The conflict accelerated the decline of this “empire”…

The countdown to death has begun.

According to CIA intelligence, the "Drunkard" has secretly signed "treaties" with 15 countries, and they even gave an accurate time for the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

December 26, 1991!

This news was reported by the "Washington Post". They used the spring and autumn style of writing, "according to CIA insiders."

I don’t know where so many insiders came from.

Although many people think this is nonsense.

But there are still some people who are watching eagerly, hoping that this is true!

The Soviet Union fell!

The world is fed!

Of course, this has nothing to do with Victor and will not affect his business. The Soviet Union no longer controls the Baltic Sea and will not delay the transportation of weapons.

And that's at 11 o'clock this morning.

Donald Rumsfeld announced his appointment as the new Secretary of Defense at the White House!

The old man with glasses and a thin face moved into the Pentagon for the second time. He put his hand on the Bible and said, "I solemnly swear that I will faithfully perform my duties as Secretary of Defense of the United States and do my best to abide by, maintain and defend the Constitution of the United States!"

The people below applauded vigorously.

After the oath is taken, it will be a press conference.

The reporters, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, raised their hands one after another.

Donald Rumsfeld chose an American reporter. The other person stood up and asked, "Mr. Secretary of Defense, please tell me about the death of the previous Mr. Richard Bruce Cheney. Hydra claimed responsibility. You are the third reporter in two years." Fourth Pentagon chief, what signal do you think this is?”

"What do you think about the conflict between Texas and Mexico? Thanks!"

I asked several questions in one breath.

All the reporters looked at him, their eyes nervously looking at him, and they just wanted to say something that would shock him!

"Hydra has been listed as a global terrorist organization and is on the CIA Intelligence Agency's red list. We will conduct a global search for its members. Any country or force that dares to host, conceal, or hide its organization is an enemy of the United States!"

"We will take the most drastic measures!"

"At present, we have locked the person involved and the specific content cannot be disclosed."

Donald Rumsfeld's eagle eye scanned the crowd, "As for Texas, the interests of the United States are not begged. We have the ability to defend our land!"

"I have ordered Texas to enter a state of war readiness. If the Mexican army does not withdraw within three days, I will take extraordinary measures!"

"Next question."

His words were ringing, and the old man was quite charming.

Unlike the previous two terms, Donald Rumsfeld had a typical military background, and he was also very rigid, which offended many people.

If he hadn't been really unlucky recently, those Angsa people and capitalists would definitely not have pushed him out.

Nothing can happen again, the Pentagon has become a joke.

Of course, I hope his life is tougher.

Half an hour later, he ended the meeting. As soon as he came off the stage, he saw George W. Bush. He smiled and extended his hand to congratulate him, but he could not hide the sadness on his face.

Bush suffered an epileptic seizure during the explosion?

It should be...

The specific reason cannot be found out yet.

He is still in the ICU. The House of Representatives has passed the re-election, and Bush's body cannot hold on.

"Be careful of the CIA." Bush patted his old friend on the shoulder and lowered his voice, very low.

Donald Rumsfeld's pupils shrank.

Suddenly a shocking thought suddenly occupied my head.

Why did George W. Bush say that?

Did he discover something?

Or is it that Richard Bruce Cheney was not done by the CIA? ? ?

Hydra itself admitted that it was more of a way to expand its reputation.

No...impossible!

The CIA will not betray the United States...

Probably, maybe, probably not!

Even Donald Rumsfeld, the "Father of US Military Reform" with extraordinary courage, is a little trembling now, but he still looks expressionless.

The power of the CIA is a bit too great.

He watched as Bush left, smiled again, and chatted with those who congratulated him.

Those who have thunder in their chests and faces as flat as a lake can worship the general!

Victor's opponent is coming.

Mexico City, meanwhile.

Gun salute fired!

Soldiers stood on both sides, and many students held flowers in their hands and cheered loudly. In order to prevent accidents, these students were all brought from Tijuana.

The locals are not very polite…

The main road has been cleaned, and the smashed windows along the side have been renovated.

The reporters who were allowed to live broadcast the ceremony of entering the city stayed in their seats, wiping their cameras, and many of them felt their chests swell.

For safety, all residents within a radius of 1,500 meters were evacuated.

He didn't want to become the "Mexican version of Shirakawa Yoshinori".

B should be safe.

Don't waste time...

The salute ended, and just at the right time, the Big Ben on the Mexico Cathedral in the city center made a sound!

Bang~ Bang~

Then there was a "tap" sound.

Six Shire horses came in with their hooves, and in the middle was Victor riding a Lippizzan. He was also very formal today, wearing a military uniform, with a sword on his waist and a medal on his chest. He was riding a white horse, so cool.

He stretched out his gloved hand.

The "people" below cheered excitedly.

It turned out to be so cool to show off in front of people, and it was a bit addictive.

Behind him followed the shiny M1A1 main battle tank, the driver was General Horatio Herbert Kitchener, and the crew members were Erich Ludendorff, Kennedy, and... Guderian!

He was the only major general in the whole car, and he had just been promoted.

His breathing was a little rapid.

According to the plan, the commanders of several divisions were sitting here, but Victor directly promoted him, patted him on the shoulder, and told him, "The honor of a man cannot be given to others, let them receive the glory of a soldier on the battlefield!"

He was placed in the first tank with just one sentence.

Mom...

I have made it!

Such a high-profile and arrogant entry ceremony was broadcast live nationwide.

Arturo Desena, the defense minister of the southern drug dealer government in Yucatan, smoked and squinted his eyes, and his deputy Endrick Vinicius next to him cursed hard, "Fall down, fall down! Kill this son of a bitch!"

This is not a minority...

The southern drug dealers and smuggling gangs on the border all hope that he will fall to death, so that everyone can make a fortune again, and a group of people stared at the TV and shouted.

He looks like a clown.

At this time, Ye Zhenli, who ran to Puebla, looked at the scene on TV, his eyes shining with envy!

Suddenly, a sentence popped up in his mind: He can be replaced!

Which man doesn't have this ambition?

Become the king!

"Are you envious?" Ye Zhenli asked Walter White next to him. The other party was thinking about something with his head down. After being interrupted, he raised his head and looked at the TV blankly, "What is there to envy? I don't know why you Chinese like to be emperors so much."

"Forget it, you foreign devils don't understand." Ye Zhenli waved his hand and said in Chinese, staring at the TV again, "Kings, princes, generals and ministers."

Walter White shrugged.

He just wanted to make drugs now.

He had already thought of a new "goods" in his mind, and when it came out, it would definitely amaze the whole world!

A total of 26,000 people from the four army regiments and two reserve divisions were deployed in Mexico City. As the passionate "Mexicans, Respond to the Call to War" sounded, the national flag slowly rose.

Victor stood on the balcony of the highest floor of the National Palace and waved to the reporters and people below.

"From now on, I declare!"

"Mexico City is the capital, and Tijuana is the special economic zone!"

Victor pointed to the front, "Long live!"

Snap!

Many reporters below were busy capturing the moment.

From now on...

Victor is legally the only one!

After all the ceremonies are over.

He lay on the sofa and rested quietly. It was very tiring to show off in front of people. He had just dozed off for a while when Casare knocked on the door and came in.

"Boss..."

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Victor propped himself up and asked.

"A call from Washington." Casare paused, "Mr. Rumsfeld."

Father-in-law?

Victor raised his eyebrows and motioned for the phone to be brought over.

"Hello~"

"Victor..."

The old man on the other side had a rough voice and hesitated for a moment, "Give me face and withdraw the troops."

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