Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 487: The United States doesn’t welcome you, come to Mexico!

Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C.…

It should be considered the busiest street in the United States, with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people coming here for the "pilgrimage" every day.

There is one thing the United States actually does well.

Get a dog!

Remote farming is simply first-rate.

For example, the famous "United States Agency for International Development" actually uses money to attract a large group of "public intellectuals" to other countries, or purchase some newspapers and television stations, and then instill in the public the idea that "the United States is perfect."

For example, the famous "YiX", even taking a shit can be said to be full of culture for Americans.

Of course, this...

It is an ideological war, and almost all major countries in the world are engaged in it.

India?

Don't they often boast that there is a "passionate" love between humans and animals?
At least the left hand can not only wipe your butt, but also make flying pancakes for you.

Under the "fraud" of the United States Agency for International Development, almost all tourists who come to the United States will come to Pennsylvania to see this so-called civilization.

Backpackers can be seen everywhere...

And a thief with shifty eyes.

However, this day in mid-May was quite lively.

I saw a beggar-like man kneeling on a wooden cart at the entrance of the White House???
There was also a foul odor coming from his body.

The beard is all tangled...

There are quite a few bruises on that face.

He was holding a yellowed cardboard box with the words, “I am not an American sinner!” written on it.

Many tourists pointed and talked, confused and curious.

"Who is this person? How can there be a beggar in front of the White House? So humane?" A pair of Asian backpackers, who looked like a couple, the man said in surprise.

"This man is a traitor to the United States."

Suddenly someone interrupted and saw an Asian man standing next to him, squinting his eyes and folding his hands. "His name is Angel Ureña, former chief of staff of President Clinton. You know about the negotiations for the Mexican-American War, right? He was the one who betrayed the United States behind the President's back!"

"So much so that the United States has to pay Mexico a lot of compensation, and that money is all taxpayers' money. If the United States did not want to disrupt the peace, a new war would have already begun."

After hearing his explanation, the couple suddenly understood.

"So he didn't go to jail?"

"Of course the laws in the United States are fair. He was tried, but you know, he worked for the United States after all. They just asked him to resign, but he did not reflect on himself. Instead, he kept saying that he was innocent and that it was all a frame-up by the government..."

"A lot of people are unhappy with him. It is said that his leg was broken by someone, but the government still gave him subsidies. But you see, he pretended to be a beggar and slandered the government. He is such a bastard!" The Asian looked like he was ready to duel with the other party.

As he spoke, many people gathered around him. After hearing his explanation, they all thought they had grasped the truth. They were disgusted by Angel Ureña, who had disheveled hair and dressed like a ghost, and now they were all drawn into his thoughts...

"Bah! Turns out he's a traitor!"

"Haha, he himself doesn't dress cleanly, so he must be dirty inside too."

The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

Hearing the backpackers' contempt, the Asian man who was leading the conversation had a flicker of joy in his eyes; this was his job.

He belongs to…

FBI!

He is not the only one on this street. They are responsible for the security of "National Street". Similarly, there is now a part-timer...

Lead the public and tourists to attack Angel Ureña!

This is a political task.

"Do you want to settle down in the United States?" he asked.

The Asian couple looked at each other, and the woman hesitated and asked, "I have this idea, but the Little St. James Island incident and the Red Shoes Club incident in the United States before..."

"That's all slander!"

The FBI employee snorted. "I have lived in the United States since I was a child. I have never seen such a thing. It is just a slander by Mexicans. A country that is not envied can only be poor and backward. We have borne too much pressure."

"Look here..."

He took a deep breath and said, "Even the air is fresh, how could there be such a dirty thing? Don't worry."

Hearing his words, the outsiders around him breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said, the United States is the beacon of human civilization and can never be a paradise for criminals, unless the Statue of Liberty collapses...hahahaha..." A tall black man laughed with his hands folded.

But this...

He found that no one answered the phone and everyone looked at him strangely.

His companions beside him hurriedly pulled him.

The black man then remembered that the Statue of Liberty was blown up by "drug dealers" two years ago!

Now that place...

It's still a mess.

The black man's CPU burned out immediately, and he quickly defended himself, "Ah... being attacked by drug dealers shows that America is positive!"

"Ah, hahahaha, right, right."

The person next to him showed an expression of approval.

Angel Ureña, who was staying in a small area, felt hopeless as he listened to the pointing and talking behind him...

When he returned home...

That son of a bitch Clinton never promised me anything. Although I knew he would get rid of him, I didn't expect him to be so ruthless!

Want to kill myself completely.

Do you think he came here voluntarily?

Do not!
As soon as he leaves here, he will die!
Clinton would shut him up forever.

His child was shot and killed at the university, and his wife jumped out of grief in the hospital. The hospital said she had depression...

All this happened within just one week after the US-Mexico negotiations!
He wanted to run, but...

There were FBI agents everywhere, front, back, left, right, east, west, and north, and everyone was staring at him.

His legs were broken by the gunman. If he had not been standing next to the police station at that time, he would have died!
He just comes here every day... to be a clown. Even if it disgusts Clinton, the most important thing is that he can stay alive.

The other party is a person who cares about his reputation. How could he allow someone to kill him in front of the White House?
Can…

This is not a long-term solution.

he…

It just slowly collapsed amid people's contempt.

He saw Clinton's secretary running out and looking at Angel Ureña with a look of pity in his eyes. He suppressed the stench coming out of his nose, squatted down and lowered his voice, "The gentleman doesn't want to see you. He gave you this money. He said... he hopes you won't do anything to let down the United States again."

Looking at the US dollars in the secretary's hand...

Franklin's stinky face seemed to be mocking himself.

He grabbed the money and tore it into two pieces. "Fake! Fake! All fake! Clinton, fuck you!"

He waved the money in his hand with great force in grief and anger, like a fairy scattering flowers.

The secretary opened his mouth, looking at the scene in shock. That was several thousand dollars, enough for him to live on.

The words came to my mouth but I couldn't say them, and in the end I could only sigh.

The "guides" among the tourists behind him started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"See... See? That person must have been sponsored by Mr. Clinton himself. He also destroyed the currency. People like him should be arrested!"

"Traitor!"

I don't know who threw the banana first, but one after another, people threw fruits at me.

Angel Ureña is covered in contempt, abuse and insults.

He lowered his head, with his entire face hidden by his hair, but he couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

I burst into tears immediately.

The thing I regret most in my life is being a dog for Americans!
The sky gradually darkens...

Dark clouds covered the sky. Heavy rain came suddenly, pouring down in an instant. Tourists at the entrance of the White House opened their umbrellas and ran towards the shops not far away.

The guards were quietly watching Angel Ureña from a distance. The latter was rubbing the ground hard, hoping that the cart would speed up.

"Look at him..."

"It looks like a dog."

One of the guards couldn't help laughing and added, "Drenched dog!"

Several FBI agents and guards standing nearby laughed when they heard this.

People...

You want to find so-called superiority in others, and you laugh at a former presidential chief of staff. Don’t you think it’s cool?
Although the strong only bully the strong.

But there are not too many strong people in this world.

The United States is nothing more than a bully of the weak and afraid of the strong.

Those who forget their lives when seeing small profits, cherish their bodies when doing big things, and are good at making plans without making decisions are not heroes!
"Aren't you FBI going to keep an eye on him?" the guard asked the agents who were smoking nearby.

The other person shrugged, "He went back to his kennel like a dog. We all know where it is. I'm not going there on such a rainy day."

The other two FBI employees nodded.

Wait until the rain stops and then go and watch again.

Ángel Ureña paddled the cart with all his might.

He now lives in...

There is a park not far from the White House. There is a big dog kennel left by a caring person. He lives there.

Come back home?

Home is gone long ago!
Where is home?

He struggled to crawl into the already dilapidated doghouse.

It’s not like he hasn’t looked for someone else, but who will help you?
When Vice President Albert Gore, who accompanied him, returned, he resigned and went straight home to become a farmer.

But one day in April, he was driving a tractor and fell off a bridge and was crushed to death by the tractor weighing several tons.

This is a joke!

The death was so quiet that even some tabloids reported it, perhaps just mocking this way of death.

As for the money he had saved before...

It was confiscated long ago. Why? Does this need a reason?

Now all that’s left is to stay alive!
Like a stray dog.

Angel Ureña curled up into a ball, shivering a little in the cold wind, his stomach growling with hunger.

Volume-Volume-

Suddenly he heard footsteps. He was already nervous, and his whole body tensed up. He raised his head suddenly and saw a man standing in front of him. He was in a suit and holding an umbrella. He looked at him quietly, "Are you interested in having a drink, Mr. Angel?"

!!!

"I don't know you." He hurriedly tried to get up. He already felt something was wrong. He was a loser, so who would invite him?
Having said that, he was about to get up.

"Are you willing to be a dog here forever?"

The man in the suit said quietly, and then he saw Angel Ureña shudder.

"Why not try to get back at Clinton?"

"who are you!"

The man in the suit took a step forward and covered the other person with his umbrella. The pouring rain hit the umbrella and all fell to both sides.

"Augustin Przewczyr."

Angel Ureña muttered the name, and his pupils suddenly shrank, "Director of the Mexican Information Bureau!"

“How dare you come to America!”

This News Bureau is "notorious". When Victor started his career in the north, he named his intelligence agency the News Bureau. It is currently one of the three major intelligence agencies in Mexico, the others being the Bureau of the Interior (The Thirteen Taibao) and the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency.

And it’s not about competing for first place.

It is said that…

It was they who shot down the plane of the Israeli Mossad chief over Afghanistan.

Angel used to be the chief of staff and he knows a lot of secrets.

"Why can't we come? Does the United States have tigers or lions? If so, why not pull out their teeth and let them bark like dogs?"

Augustin Przewczyr looked at him, "We have been observing you for a long time. If you want revenge, come and join us. The general and hundreds of thousands of soldiers will protect you."

It's like an umbrella protecting him from the wind and rain.

"Will you let me kill him with my own hands?" Angel Ureña asked gritting his teeth. Treason?
The country doesn’t love me, but I love her Mahua!
"We caused Hydra to bomb the national park."

"Hydra, it's from Mexico."

Augustin Przewczynski did not answer directly, but just told the secret.

The other person's face twitched, his pupils dilated, and he remained silent for more than ten seconds...

“Hahahaha, I knew it, I knew it!!” He couldn’t help laughing out loud, tears streaming down his face, “Hydra, hahahaha.”

How could there be an "organization" that suddenly appears? It's just that someone is playing the game behind the scenes.

"Please go ahead. Don't worry. Clinton won't be around for long. We've taken his life."

Augustin Przewczynski opened the door of the Bentley and gestured for him to come in.

Looking at the expensive decorations, Angel Ureña, who was used to the viciousness of human nature and the fickleness of the world, felt a little restrained.

"Do you have any new clothes? The car...is dirty and hard to wash."

Hearing his words, Augustine narrowed his eyes, smiled and shook his head, "Our general said that it is almost the 21st century, what is most important? Talent! Cars are useless. Your value is far higher than this. If you go to Mexico, you will have more than you have in the United States."

It's impossible not to be moved after hearing this.

It's like you are drowning and suddenly someone grabs you.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, maybe tears, maybe rain, and got into the car.

The valuable Bentley slowly drove away and gradually disappeared in the heavy rain.

"I know why you want me."

Inside the car, Angel Ureña said in a deep voice, taking a deep breath, "I know a lot of government secrets, and I also know a lot of people's private habits. Clinton has let me participate in a lot of them."

"for example?"

Augustin Przewczyr picked up a bottle of mineral water and asked as he unscrewed the cap.

"Clinton is impotent and needs to take medicine every time. He is also a cuckold and his wife has been raped..."

"puff…"

The other party couldn't help but spit out water and coughed hard, "Are you serious?"

"He also likes to be a dog for people, kneeling on the ground and barking."

"He likes to expose videos and hide them at his mistress's house. I happen to know that mistress, she's a greedy person. Give me $20 and I'll help you get the video."

Augustin Przewczyr patted his shoulder and shouted happily, "No problem!"

did you see…

Your close friends who have put aside their moral barriers understand you better than your enemies.

"Mexico is even more powerful with you joining us!"

An hour and a half later...

The rain finally smiled.

The FBI responsible for the surveillance finally came out, but when they walked to the dog kennel in the park and saw that there was no one there, their originally nonchalant expression suddenly turned into panic.

"Oh no!"

"Angel is gone!!"

……

(End of this chapter)