Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 447 Justice is also a business!
National Palace.

Victor was wearing glasses and holding a pen, scribbling on the names. Just when he was quiet, a phone call came in, and his hands shook, and he scribbled on the names...

Frowning slightly.

Forget it, it’s already been smeared, so just kill it!

Anyway, everyone on this list is going to die.

The phone kept ringing and he picked it up.

"General, there's a call from the United States, hoping to speak to you."

"Get in."

The other side responded, and after two rings, a familiar and tired voice came, "Victor, enough of the trouble."

The Emperor paused, frowning, "Mr. Rumsfeld, what the hell are you talking about?"

This was not the first time the old man had made arrangements, and when Victor began to name the capitalists one by one, his tone was commanding, demanding that he stop this "immoral" assassination.

The call was hung up, and no one answered the subsequent calls. The authority to answer the phone was transferred to the secretariat.

Hearing his words, Rumsfeld couldn't help but complain, "Do you know how much trouble you have caused me? You are challenging a class. They asked me to wage war against you. You should know that I have prevented a lot of trouble for you."

"Then I have to thank you." Victor said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Who told you to start a war? Tell me and I'll help you shut him up."

The old man almost couldn't breathe.

"Don't you understand what I mean? You must stop this behavior, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Emperor Wei said in a ruthless tone, "Are you going to threaten me? From what angle are you threatening me?"

"Rumsfeld, let me tell you, those dirty politicians are mixed with capital, do you think what they do is right?"

"There is no good thing under the sun, Victor. You know, this thing can never be completely wiped out. Even if you kill them all, new ones will come up. And they control the world economy. You are making an enemy of the world. You are courting death!"

"If the world is always so dirty, then let's take the Earth with us."

Rumsfeld's brows were trembling, beating faster than the typewriter. He seemed to have thought of something, took a breath, and listened to the busy tone from the other end of the phone. His chest ached and he frowned.

He is under a lot of pressure...

The capitalists who were called by the devil were already scared to death. In just one week, more than 40 influential people in the world died...

Even on the Internet, someone started a vote, picking out ten people, and writing down exactly what these ten people had done, so that everyone would read it with gritted teeth, and then let netizens choose who to kill first.

This has become a game that everyone enjoys.

The BBC radio and television station in the United States found a legal expert, who cried out in pain, "This is a regression of human civilization and a challenge to the judiciary."

Then after the show, he was kidnapped. His body was found outside the police station the next day. He had been tortured beyond recognition, with evidence of his crimes written on a big-character poster next to it.

People were in panic, and the BBC tried to find someone to speak out, but no one dared to open their mouths.

The top elite circles in Europe and the United States are afraid of being killed by barbarians. They can only beg for help from everyone and vigorously develop the security around them, so that the price of security has skyrocketed during this period.

A wealthy man spent tens of millions of dollars to hire a team of retired Poster Commandos to protect himself, and they are the kind that... are legally armed.

The entire social order entered a state of carnival and tension.

Rumsfeld was cornered and wanted Victor to stop, but the other party's last words frightened him...

Is Mexico conducting an experiment in "earth crust movement"?
No, no, we must check this clearly!
Victor, who hung up the phone, stopped smiling and said, "It's not that."

Even if it is during the honeymoon period with the Rumsfeld family, this matter must be done. He wants to reverse the situation in this era. Although Mexico is increasing its international influence, in North America, the United States is still the "white moonlight" for some refugees.

Many people think he is the "savior".

This brought them a steady stream of talent and labor. The relevant Mexican authorities predicted that after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the national strength of the United States would increase exponentially.

What Victor has to do is to get rid of the American filter before the Soviet Union collapses!
You say that is heaven, but I say that is hell. It is a hell where capital does whatever it wants and the poor scream in misery!

You say that the government there is in good order and the people are harmonious, so I want to show you how much collusion there is between officials and businessmen? !
Break the filter, step on the "face" of the United States to ascend the "throne", and create a good impression of Mexico that "hates evil".

Victor has seen the benefits of personality and traffic, and this "hype" is just a little bit useless.

Then we can only ask those rubbish to die.

Under the leadership of the navy, Mexico's reputation has slowly changed from the "country of drug dealers", and more people say that Victor's methods are only for maintaining peace.

Have you ever seen him bullying civilians?

Victor glanced at the time on the wall...

1991 12 Month 11 Day.

The Soviet Union...doesn't have much time left to live.

He took a deep breath and held the phone. "Tell Casare to proceed with the next plan and speed up."

"Understood." The other end was connected to the Internal Affairs Department.

On December 12, an article titled "Is the President of the United States for the world or for capital?" was published by the Mexican News Agency, which caused an uproar...

They were questioned...

In their eyes, what are the people? If you think they are bugs, please send them to Mexico. Here, they are human beings. They are people with emotions, who love peace and want to live a good life.

It was sent to everyone for free, and public pressure increased instantly.

Don’t you Americans like to play public opinion wars?
The one I beat was the master.

The newly-appointed Zipperton had a head as big as a cow.

He was on the phone, yelling a lot of gibberish, "No, no, no, you want me to take this responsibility, fuck you, what are you talking about! Do you want me to be the first president to step down before officially taking office?"

"This is simply outrageous. Do you think the United States can afford to lose this man?"

“We need someone to take responsibility…”

Zipper paused, furious, "Then why me!"

"Why not just kill Victor? Once he's dead, no one will care about this anymore."

The person on the other end of the line was a capital representative. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "Kill him? Then you might as well take a gun and kill yourself. The military won't do anything."

"Then use mercenaries, recruit them, and then enter from southern and eastern Mexico, catch him off guard, mess up the situation, and then send a team to assassinate him. The military is stubborn, so don't you have any other options?"

Zipperton is good at speaking, after all, he is a lawyer. "He is a sticky person. We must get rid of him. Otherwise, if we get away with it this time, what about the next time? What about the next time?"

"Using mercenaries, we will wreak havoc and bring chaos to Mexico."

My goodness, this is a typical case of if I die, I will take you with me. Even if I poop in my pants, I will smear shit on your face.

The other party was silent for a moment and then spoke, "I will convey this matter to them. As for the specific operation, they will decide. You and I are friends, William, you... better be mentally prepared, but I hope you can make use of your connections."

After saying that, he hung up the phone. La Zipper was so angry that he tore off the phone on the table and threw it on the ground. He was very gentlemanly to others, but now he was full of dirty words and was very angry.

The door suddenly opened, and he turned his head abruptly, wanting to yell, but when he saw who was coming, he was startled.

"Diane!"

He looked at his wife at a loss like a little child, not daring to look at her, and his eyes were a little vague.

A typical liar, his whole life depends on one word: lying.

Seeing him like that, Diane Rodham said expressionlessly, "Get out."

The secretary following behind him hurried out, closing the door behind him.

There were only two people left in the room. Lazipperton felt uncomfortable all over. He hated this atmosphere, but he didn't dare to speak loudly to his wife. To be honest, if it weren't for the other party, he would have been a prisoner long ago.

"This, this someone wants to destroy me. If you can't handle it, I, I...we can get a divorce..."

Diane Rodham put up her hand to stop him from speaking.

"No, I won't get divorced. I will help you continue to hold this position."

Zipper was stunned for a moment, but then he grabbed her hand excitedly, "Diane, you are so good to me. I swear... I will definitely change in the future."

"I want you to do a little bit."

"You said."

"Say in any public place that I am your only wife and that we are in love."

"no problem."

Diane Rodham pulled her hand away, nodded, took out the contract from her briefcase and handed it over, "Then sign it."

"Sign...sign?"

Zipperton picked up the contract and took a look at it. His eyes trembled. It said that Diane Rodham was recognized as his first legal heir...

"No...there's no need to do that." He smiled awkwardly, but after meeting Diane Rodham's eyes, he quickly signed. He couldn't lose his position as president.

After he finished signing, the latter grabbed it, took a look, stuffed it into his briefcase and left. When he reached the door, he stopped and said, "Remember, we are a legal couple."

Zipper opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head dejectedly. He was not a fool, he actually understood what the other party meant.

I don’t care if you cheat or not, I care because I’m the only First Lady!

I want my husband to be president.

I want to use your position to help me realize my political ideals.

Diane Rodham is a typical heroine. If anyone has read her information, they will know that her target is very accurate. Is she interested in Zipperton?

No, she just felt that the other party had potential, and she also believed that she could help him become president, that's all.

The story of an investor and her products.

My daughter doesn't have a zipper... She doesn't look like one.

He sat in the presidential chair, the panic in his eyes finally calmed down, and the emptiness in his heart suddenly rose. He hesitated for a moment and pressed the phone, "Lewinsky, come to my office."

Diane Rodham let out a long sigh as she walked out of the White House.

She got into a BMW with Foster, the man she was having an affair with, sitting inside.

"Is it going well?"

"It's going well. He's like a giant baby who needs his mother." Diane Rodham didn't show any respect for her husband. She rubbed her head and said, "I have to clean up her butt again. Can you help me?"

She said this and looked at Foster hopefully.

But the other person's expression was very calm...

Then he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Diane, you should know that I don't have this ability."

"It's okay." The woman forced a smile. Of course she understood.

Foster felt a little uncomfortable looking at his beloved woman. He groaned for a moment and said, "You can't find anyone else to help you because a wolf is always watching you. The best way is to negotiate with the wolf."

"You mean, Mexicans?"

Diane Rodham frowned.

"I have to admit that when it comes to manipulating public opinion, none of us can compare to Victor. His method of stirring up people's emotions is unique."

"Then can't we sanction him on the Internet?"

Foster looked at him, and Diane Rodham also knew that she had just asked a nonsense question. She was one step slow, and in fact, every step was slow.

If you now go and make something that others have eaten, can you be better than them?

Suddenly, in that instant, the woman thought of a figure, the fat man...

When I first went to Mexico, his eyes made me feel "occupied".

"There's not much time left. If you can, order as soon as possible."

"I understand." Diane Rodham said softly.

Of course, Casare didn't know that he had been targeted. He was busy in his office. There was a message on the wall: Seize time with the United States.

"Invest another 200 million US dollars. Tell the propaganda department to send out some more videos today and then guide the troll army to attack, mainly targeting government officials."

He signed the document and handed it to the secretary.

"Well, sir, here is another piece of news about the nationwide sweep..."

"After the 'City of Piedras' incident, the remaining states launched a thorough sweep, discovering two small submarines carrying drugs and several large warehouses containing drugs ready to be shipped out through the port in Huachinera, Sonora, and the whale sanctuary of El Vizcaino, Baja California Sur."

"A total of 16711 unclaimed bodies were seized across the country, 77 tons of various types of drugs were found, and local officials were investigated, including seven mayors and a deputy governor."

"Where is the army?" Casare asked hurriedly.

The secretary hesitated and said, "We have found traces of people buying drugs in the local army."

"!!!"

"Have Defense Secretary Kennedy send a letter to the troops, asking them to conduct self-inspections. If any findings are found, they will be dealt with seriously and the entire army will be notified!"

"Also, place the first batch of personal secretaries in various places. They should keep their eyes open for me and keep an eye on everything. If they want to get promoted, they should find problems with their superiors."

60 people were drawn from the military, colleges and intelligence agencies. They were all trained and knew where to investigate.

This sword of Damocles was finally released.

……

(End of this chapter)