Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 450: The American people all yearn for Mexico! (Happy 2025!!!)
Austin, Texas
In front of the State Capitol.

Thousands of Americans held banners that read, "Break away from the shitty U.S. government. We need the righteous Lone Star Country!"

The person standing at the front was not just any random person, but a female state legislator. She was holding a megaphone and loudly denouncing the Red Shoes Club and the US government for their illegal dealings.

Encouraging governors to deploy the National Guard to their state borders and reject the U.S. government's punishment of Mexico.

"Justice can't be killed!"

"We want respect, we want the truth!"

The National Guard policemen, wearing helmets and holding shields, were facing a formidable enemy.

There are still gunshots everywhere in Washington, and public security is in a mess. There are seventeen or eighteen people who died in the line of duty.

The National Guard has taken control of the local streets...

Other states also sounded the alarm, fearing accidents.

But some people on the "rebellion front" of Texas still stood up to cause trouble.

A balcony across from the State Capitol.

Heinrich and Reinhard Tristan Eugen, the two leaders of Hydra, known as "Ghost" in the intelligence agencies of various countries in the world, were leaning on the railing and admiring this scene.

"What a beautiful scenery." Heinrich, who looked like a villain and wore glasses, clicked his tongue twice and drank the red wine in the glass happily.

He has a very tyrannical character, no, it should be said that he is destructive, and he enjoys the feeling of everyone being reduced to ashes under his "tricks".

He loves adventure!
Compared to Heinrich, his deputy Reinhard Tristan Eugen was much more handsome and calm. He looked at the rioting crowd and said, "We were asked to contact Eldridge Cleaver of the Black Panther Party."

"What can that cook do? He's just a piece of crap now."

Heinrich sneered, his tone full of disdain.

Before joining the Black Panther Party, he was an ordinary refugee working as a cook in a restaurant.

American newspapers once called him a "gourmet".

Later, after being banned by the US government, he spent several years in prison. After he was released, he returned to his old business, but he still greeted his old subordinates in private.

"The General requested it," Reinhard said, glancing at him.

The other party fell silent for a moment, frowning, "Then you go and talk."

"it is good."

Heinrich, the leader of Hydra, suddenly felt a little upset and turned around and walked back to the room.

When he opened the French door, he stopped and said, "Reinhard, Hydra has a lot of dirty things. Not everything needs to be reported to the general, so as not to pollute his mood. Am I right?"

After saying that, he left without waiting for the other party to answer.

Upon hearing this, Deputy Reinhard narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "But... Hydra belongs to the General!"

Of course he believed that the other party was loyal to Victor, but when power is in hand, who doesn't want to have a unique voice in the organization?
You should know that Hydra now has more than 15000 non-staff personnel all over the world, and it is developing very rapidly.

can only say…

Heinrich's ambitions are growing...

Looking into the distance, Reinhard smiled and said, "Go ahead and make a fuss. Whenever the general feels uncomfortable, you will be close to death."

There are always people who take themselves too seriously.

"Cheers, to myself." He raised his glass towards the setting sun.

12 month 23 day.

Three days after the riots in Washington, the situation and conflict became more intense.

The night before, someone set fire outside the White House, and someone even climbed over the wall and tried to jump in. Even Acting President James Dan Quah could not handle this situation.

A nationwide curfew was declared and a televised speech was delivered that afternoon.

He sat behind the desk, looking serious, looking at the camera:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the situation in the United States has reached a very dangerous point. We call on everyone to remain calm. Any violence is unacceptable."

"We also know that there are foreign forces behind this riot, and we advise them to stop in time. The United States does not accept such provocative behavior!"

"We also don't allow anyone to interfere in the internal affairs of the United States."

...

He spoke for about forty minutes, but the listeners were drowsy.

The Mexican Workers' Party newspaper wrote on its front page the next day: "Double Standards!"

"James Dan Quay's entire speech was full of nonsense. He did not answer the people's questions, nor did he say how to deal with those damn capitalists. Instead, he called on the people to shut up!"

"This kind of country, this kind of system, this kind of leader is just stupid."

“A country that cannot bring a sense of security to its people is doomed to decline, and a country that focuses on capital and fools its people is doomed to fail.”

When James Dan Quay saw this newspaper, he was so angry that his blood pressure rose when he went to work the next day.

My head was foggy and I almost fell down.

Richardson, the office consultant, reached out to support him and asked nervously, "Sir, do you want to see a doctor?"

I was afraid he would die here.

It would be really ridiculous if he followed in the footsteps of George H.W. Bush…

James Dan Quah waved his hand. He was born in 1947 and was only 44 years old. He was very strong and healthy, but he had only served as acting president for a few months.

My health has broken down, my wife has cheated on me, and my children are rebellious...

What did he get?
A piece of shit!
In the future, if his name appears in history books, there will definitely be a comment written: the worst vice president and acting president in history.

"Can't you just let me leave peacefully?"

James Dan Quay sighed.

The consultant also felt sorry for him.

Who would have thought that in the last month, the "Red Shoes Scandal" would break out...

"Haven't those people found someone to take the blame yet?!" asked James Dan Quay.

Richardson, the office consultant, looked at the other party's eyes and felt a little reluctant. He lowered his voice and said, "This kind of thing cannot be admitted. If they admit it, it will be a disaster for them. All they can do now is to hold on to the end."

"How can you hold on!"

The Acting President stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction and waved it, "You are just hiding behind like a turtle and doing nothing, and then you put all the pressure on me?"

Richardson was also helpless.

Who told you to be just an acting president?
No matter which big guy comes out from behind, you won’t be able to resist him.

"Dog capitalist."

Richardson's pupils shrank, and he immediately covered his mouth, made a gesture to him to stop talking, and then pointed around, meaning: Don't talk nonsense, they can hear it.

It's not like they haven't bugged the president's office before.

James Dan Quishen nodded slightly, motioning the other party to move his hand away, took a deep breath, and said dejectedly, "I have done everything I can. Now, I just hope that God is on our side."

Richardson nodded.

"And one more thing…"

The other party raised his head, rubbed his temple, and said painfully, "Tell me, it must be something bad."

"After the red shoes incident broke out, about 2 citizens have left the United States, and a large number of them have entered Mexico."

"These include a lot of technical talents, especially in families with more women than men, and this phenomenon is still happening."

The quirks of the elite class finally scared many people away.

Afraid that it would be my turn next.

And similarly…

Some parents who have lost their children naturally connect this incident together, and they are the main force against the Red Shoes Club.

The power of hatred is strong...

The people on the list were so scared that they dared not go out on the streets.

James Dan Quin frowned, "Close our border as well. Anyone who goes to Mexico will be considered an act of treason and will be arrested."

Richardson became anxious when he heard this. "This kind of suppression will only become the fuse for greater conflicts between the government and the people. No, absolutely not."

"What do you have to say? This won't work, that won't work, this won't work, that won't work, fuck it, why don't you get Garfield instead?"

The dissatisfied acting president pushed all the documents on the table to the ground and walked away with a dark face.

Even a clay Buddha still has some temper. A president without real power is worse than a dog...

I'm not talking about you, Yin Kaka.

In the office, Richardson let out a long sigh, his back looking somewhat desolate.

In fact, the truth is even more "exaggerated" than Richardson said.

In San Diego, California, the roads out of town are clogged with cars.

You can see many families traveling with luggage racks on the roofs of their cars. Their destination is Tijuana, a first-tier city in northwestern Mexico.

Many people actually went there to escape the disaster and did not want to be involved in this "conflict."

Some people are tired of the United States and want to settle in Mexico. It's all North America anyway.

A pickup truck with the words: California Department of Emergency Services on it was speeding down the driveway with a loud speaker blaring.

"Everyone return or you will be arrested!"

"Everyone return or you will be arrested!"

When they were also blocked, the loudspeaker was still chattering.

In a nearby Beetle sat a woman wearing glasses and with a tattoo on her face…

The more I listened to this sound, the more annoyed I became.

He grabbed an Italian Beretta 92F pistol from the passenger seat, loaded the pistol, pushed open the door, and fired at the driver's seat of the pickup truck.

Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
The passenger in the passenger seat died on the spot. The driver had seen it out of the corner of his eye and retracted his head when he realized something was wrong. The bullet missed his vital parts, but he was still hit in the arm. He screamed, pushed open the door in fear and got out of the car. He was bleeding all over and fell to the ground, trying to get up in panic.

The woman walked around the front of the car, came in front of him, and kicked him over.

He took out a new magazine, loaded it, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger...

She was not satisfied yet, so she unzipped her pants, took out a sanitary napkin and threw it on her face before getting into the car. She leaned back hard, breaking the front bumper of the car behind her, and drove away through the muddy field beside the highway.

Crunchy~
The windshield wiper of the car behind was hanging, the male driver was stunned, and his wife sitting next to him was eating potato chips with the same look on her face, and two heads popped out from the middle, a cute girl and a hound.

Eyes wide open.

I am confused and look confused.

That's all I said...

A woman who cannot be killed by her aunt must be very powerful in fighting.

When the police arrived, there were only bullet shells scattered on the ground and two bodies inside and outside the car.

And the eyewitnesses?
They all ran away as well...

At this time, an off-road vehicle without a bumper had arrived at the border station, and it was the family of three and a dog.

"Bentley, will they let us through? I heard that the Mexicans closed the border checkpoint." The wife sat up and asked with some concern.

"Didn't you hear the news?"

The husband was startled, then manually turned up the volume on the car radio.

A woman's voice came out.

"The National Palace said that American residents are welcome to seek refuge in Mexico and are also welcome to join Mexican citizenship. The armed forces will protect your safety and no one will plunder your assets. Please cooperate with the border inspection station personnel to register."

Bentley Baldwin shrugged. "Listen, all you have to do is register. Bring your passport and ID."

The wife patted the bag she was carrying and nodded.

They lined up nervously behind the car, and when they were about 500 meters from the border checkpoint, they saw a patrol military car with a sign on it: "You have entered the security alert area. No one is allowed to get off the car. Violators will be punished!"

"Wow, Dad, look, that's a machine gun, right?" The daughter pointed at the soldier wearing a mask and standing behind a heavy machine gun on the Hummer.

"M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun." Bentley Baldwin said after a glance.

"Is it great?"

The man thought for a moment and nodded, "It can turn the damned White House into a sieve."

"Damn White House!" the daughter shouted with her hands raised.

The wife patted her husband and looked back with a frown, "Ellie, stop swearing."

The daughter shrank her neck, hugged the dog and rubbed its head.

slowly…

It's their turn.

The two police officers at the border checkpoint saluted and glanced inside their car, "Sir, show us your identification."

There were police officers nearby searching the vehicle with tools.

"Oh, okay." Bentley glanced at his wife. Just as she was about to touch her bag, she suddenly seemed to remember something and raised her head. "Officer, let me get my ID. It's in my bag. Don't shoot."

The other party nodded, but his eyes were still watching vigilantly.

The other policeman was looking at the girl lying on her back. The girl was also looking at him. Suddenly, he took out a chocolate from the small bag on the dog's neck and handed it to her. "Uncle, this is for you."

The policeman was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and waved his hands, "No, you can eat it."

"Is it that Ellie's food is not tasty?" the little girl said disappointedly.

The other party was at a loss. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and said, "It's delicious. Can you give me one?"

"Of course!" Ellie jumped up happily again and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, uncle, this is our dog. Its name is Airplane, and this is its ID card." Ellie took out another painting she had drawn from her bag.

There is a dog on it, with its name and blood type next to it.

"But my dad likes to call him Bush Sr. He says Bush Sr. is a dog that eats shit better than an airplane."

"Cough cough cough..."

Bentley Baldwin nearly choked to death, turned his head and glared, "Shut up, Irene!"

"Excuse me officer."

"It's okay. The kid is right. Old Bush is just a dog." The police officer smiled and handed over the passport. "Mr. Bentley, did you work in the Labor Bureau before?"

"Yes, but I haven't done it in a long time."

"It's okay, but we have a job here. I don't know if you're willing. It's about $600 a month, but there's overtime pay, and you can work part-time."

His wife's eyes lit up. "What?"

"The Border Management Agency needs people to help register foreign populations."

"Of course that's no problem."

The police officer nodded with satisfaction, handed him a business card and told him to contact him after he went in.

"By the way, if you need to send your children to school, there are many schools in Tijuana, but you need to provide a certificate, and the tuition is free."

"Tuition is completely free?! Is that also included for kindergarten?"

"of course."

The couple looked at each other in surprise.

Although the United States has compulsory education, kindergarten is not included, and the monthly fees are very expensive, which is basically very difficult, especially for families like theirs.

Are all kindergartens in Mexico free?
So progressive?

In fact, this is one of the means to keep people here.

"Thank you, officer."

"Bon Voyage."

After entering the country smoothly, Bentley Baldwin sighed, "Their police are really polite, unlike those in the United States, who scold you at every turn."

"Do you want to become a citizen?" asked the wife.

"Don't worry, let's wait and see. If it's really good, I will bring my parents and grandparents over."

Ordinary people…

Just hope to live safely.

……

(End of this chapter)