Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 489 I just want to be a good person.

"From now on, this is your office. If you need anything, please dial 008 to the logistics department. This phone number is directly connected to the general's office."

Victor's secretary, Traud Jung, pointed to several phones on the table.

Angel Ureña took a look and saw that the area was about 60 square meters, with 40 square meters of office area and 20 square meters of rest area.

It is also equipped with computers, air conditioning, world classics in the bookcases, and the Mexican flag on the wall.

Of course he was satisfied.

This is nearly twice as large as Clinton's Oval Office.

"Oh, by the way, No. 23 is yours in the villa area for senior officials on the hill behind the National Palace. The staff is cleaning it now. I'll give you the key first. The Secret Service has provided you with a special car, driver and bodyguard. If you need to recruit personnel yourself, it needs to be reviewed by the Internal Affairs Bureau."

As Traud Jung spoke, he took out the key and handed it to him.

"Mexico... also gives out villas?"

Angel was really surprised.

"Shouldn't all Communism be confiscated?"

Traud Junge raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said in a very academic tone, "Isms are never read from a script. Mexico has its own national conditions. Don't worry, sir, your villa is still owned by the state."

Angel Ureña gave a slightly awkward laugh.

Victor also understood that no matter what ideology it is, it certainly cannot be anarchy, and human beings themselves are a "selfish" group.

They will form cliques and compete with each other, and you have to make the vested interests who follow you feel a slight difference.

otherwise…

Working purely on faith?

Of course there is, but unfortunately, it is not possible in Mexico.

cough cough...

Of course, this is a job requirement.

After Secretary Traud Jung left, Angel sat down on the soft chair. He turned his head and saw a large floor-to-ceiling window behind him that overlooked half of Mexico City.

His eyes were sinister and crazy.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the unhappy expressions on his wife and children's faces.

"Clinton, here I come!"

And in the general's office above his head.

Casare was still mumbling to him, "Boss, giving such an important position to an American, this... if he has any ulterior motives, it will be a huge loss to us."

Victor stretched out his hand and pressed it down, signaling him to calm down. "It is the American system that is bad, not the American people. We cannot push all Americans to the opposite side. Since someone is willing to join us, of course we must give him unconditional trust."

"As for betrayal?"

Victor was quiet for a moment, and looked at the director of the Mexican Information Bureau, Agustin Przewczyr, who was sitting next to him. "If his wife and children were persecuted to death, and he could still be so calm as to be an undercover agent for me, then I have nothing to say."

After all, talents like Liu Bang are rare, otherwise how could he be the Emperor Taizu of Han?

Casare wanted to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he really didn't know how to say it.

"Don't worry. He's a lone man. We have our own people around him. If we show any signs, we can kill him. Isn't that easy? A grasshopper can't jump. But I'm curious about the human experiment he mentioned. Is there any such information?"

He turned to Augustine and asked this.

The latter stood up after a while.

"Sit down and talk."

Augustine sat upright, frowning. "Yes, but there is no evidence. This includes the Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment on African Americans. The experiment was once conducted in Botswana, Africa, but we have no substantial evidence. However, the Americans have deployed many laboratories around the world..."

"Sure enough, Americans are just like the Japanese, they are all bastards!"

Casare gnashed his teeth beside him.

Victor glanced at him and thought, this guy is a bit racist.

However, this is a minor issue.

So does Victor.

"After Angel's article is finished, use public opinion to promote it. Oh, by the way, isn't there a variety show on Mexican TV? What's it called?"

"Into America." Fatty Ka said beside him.

"Yes, let him play in the next issue!"

"We have to set the stage for our new friend, and then it's up to him to perform."

"Into America" ​​is a highly rated show with about 1600 million viewers in Mexico...

It started in 1991 on a Tijuana TV station, with the main purpose of breaking the American filter.

include…

The so-called universal health care in the United States requires an appointment. If you have a heart disease, the time it takes to make an appointment is as long as it takes.

For example, there are the public security problems caused by widespread racial discrimination and violent law enforcement by American police.

It is the first "variety show" in the world to remove the filter targeting the United States.

Later, the Northern Army entered Mexico City and Victor became the orthodox. The variety show was moved from the local channel to the national channel, and the ratings exploded.

Casare responded, just say hello.

Victor leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes. He suddenly said, "I don't know what I was thinking about.

"What do you think, how about we study viruses as well?"

Before they could speak, he shook his head, “No, no, no, we are different from the United States. We are conducting legitimate research for the health of human civilization.”

Which method is suitable?
Once I sign it, you will know which law it is.

If you think this way, then there are no moral barriers, right?

Casare and Augustin Przeluczi looked at each other.

Boss, you won't suffer any loss at all.

If the other side launches a virus war, believe it or not, he will dare to throw it at densely populated areas such as Washington, San Francisco, etc. He will do whatever the Americans do, and he just wants to die together with them.

"Boss, why don't we wait until Angel appears on the variety show?"

"Okay, there's no rush about this. I just said it casually." Victor said with a smile.

Casare took a deep breath.

Boss, don’t fart easily. If you fart, the people below will die immediately!
...

May 5th, a very ordinary day.

No. 17 Arcite Street in Mexico City. The building here is rather... old. No, no, no, it should be said that it has a heavy sense of history. You can even see green moss crawling on the walls.

But this is the home of the famous newspaper, La Vanguardia de Mexico.

The reporters of this newspaper are all very hardworking.

Private enterprise.

But in the Mexican-American War, basically on the front line, after breaking through San Diego, the imports and exports should be blocked in order to protect local residents and prevent enemy counterattacks.

But the Pioneer rushed forward before some of the gunfights were over.

The interview vehicle ran over a landmine...

Three died and two were seriously injured.

Logically speaking, this should be enough, but the boss is risking his life. He pays all the pension and directly offers a high price to let the person continue to go. There must be brave men when there are serious injuries.

The Mexican Vanguard always gets first-hand information.

no way…

Who can risk their lives like them?
Relying on their ruthlessness, they have also made a name for themselves in the increasingly tense "paper media" era.

At this time, the first floor was sparsely populated...

Most of the reporters were out covering the news.

And the newly graduated news assistant, Fuo Westbrook, yawned, supported his chin with his left hand, and clicked the mouse. On his computer was the "Official Website of the Mexican Government."

All he has to do every day is find news on it!
Assistant, Assistant...

What you do is not a human life.

Feel free to scroll down and see a new appointment below.

"Angel Ureña is hereby appointed as the person in charge of North American affairs!"

He had already moved his mouse down, but the word "North America" ​​and the name before it made him curious.

I've never heard of this person. He clicked on it to see.

I saw a photo of a man wearing a tie, looking meticulous, but his lower body trembled suddenly when people looked at it, and he looked like a ruthless person!
Below is his resume.

Fuo Westbrook looked carefully, and suddenly seemed to see something, and cried out.

Several colleagues who were working on the table quickly raised their heads.

A fat man asked in a daze: "What's wrong? Have you eaten?"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a gust of wind "blowing" past me, and that "wind" also called:

"Boss! Big news! Big news!!!"

boom!
The supervisor's door was kicked open by someone, and the fat man could see his boss who was working inside shudder and almost fall off his chair.

"Feo Westbrook!!!" the boss roared in the office.

The colleagues outside were so scared that they shrank their heads, but they still looked up carefully.

A look of curiosity, big news?

What big news could there be?

The President of the United States died again?
Uh?
Why use it?

five minutes later…

Francine Westbrook told his boss the news he had found. The angry supervisor hurriedly opened the webpage and found the one. When he saw Angel Ureña's resume, his eyes lit up.

"Boss, right? We need to send it out before all our peers."

“Yes, yes, but just this one piece of news…” The supervisor hesitated.

"This is super, super big news. It will be all over the page. The chief of staff of the US president is the person in charge of Mexico's North American affairs. There must be a deep story behind this. We can apply to interview him."

"Boss, let me go!"

Flo Westbrook patted his chest.

"You? Can you do it?" The supervisor looked at the other party with some doubt. If it weren't for the fact that the other party had good academic performance and the country's support for companies that recruit college students, he really wouldn't have looked for him.

What La Vanguardia Mexico wants is an experienced person.

Ten interns were recruited, but in the end, for various reasons, only Fuo Westbrook, who served as a reporter assistant, survived the internship period.

"Trust me, Director."

"But we need at least two days to apply for an interview, and it will be too late." The supervisor frowned. Sometimes he was decisive, but sometimes he thought too much.

Fio Westbrook frowned. He didn't want this opportunity to slip away from him. He hesitated and said, "Leave it to me."

"you?"

"How do you do this? Do you have someone in the National Palace? Or do you know this Angel Ureña?"

"Erich Ludendorff is my brother-in-law."

"What Erich...Gah?!"

The supervisor raised his head sharply and stared.

As journalists, several Mexican bigwigs certainly knew that he was the Chief of the Army, a very important figure.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Then, Fio Westbrook saw the director's ugly face, which looked like Franklin, force a smile, stand up, and say in a tone that seemed to be mixed with several sounds, "Sit, sit, don't stand."

"No need for supervisor. Time is most precious right now. Leave it to me."

"Okay, I believe in you, Fuo. You will definitely be the next winner of the 'Mexican Hernandez Award'. If you need anything, please call me anytime. I promise to support you."

The other party nodded happily, "Thank you, supervisor."

He opened the door and ran out in a hurry. Just as his boss breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit down, he saw the other party running in again. He stood up immediately and said, "Supervisor, please don't tell anyone my identity."

"No problem!" The supervisor said with a smile on his face.

He wiped his head only after Fior Westbrook left satisfied.

Current relationships...

Do you have to rely on yourself?

Really are…

young people.

Through Ludendorff, Francine Westbrook contacted Angel. Although the two were not in the same department, the former was an old man after all, so the American still gave him face.

The two went to a "café" outside the National Palace.

Ok…

This cafe is a state-owned enterprise.

It should be said that the two streets next to the National Palace are state-owned enterprises, in order to prevent people from causing trouble here, and even if there are explosives, there will be a buffer distance.

Moreover…

Business is good.

This street is often packed.

On the second floor of the coffee house, Fio Westbrook met Angel Ureña, who was looking into the distance. When he heard footsteps, he turned around and saw the camera he was holding. He stood up with a smile and said in a gentle tone, "You must be Westbrook. Nice to meet you."

Fuo quickly extended his hand and said, "Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come see me."

Angel smiled and said, "I also need someone to spread my voice."

"Please take a seat."

The two men sat face to face, and Fuo was stunned when he saw the iced American coffee in front of him.

"I ordered you a cup of coffee, I hope it suits your taste."

"Of course, I like iced Americano best."

He took a sip and pointed at the camera in his hand, "Can we start?"

Seeing the other party nod in agreement, I adjusted the camera and adjusted the lens.

"Hello, Mr. Angel Ureña, it's an honor for you to accept my interview..."

Fio Westbrook got into the mood, pen in hand, "Can I ask why you moved from the United States to Mexico to be the head of North American affairs?"

"It's simple. I was betrayed."

"After the US-Mexico relationship ends..."

The other party told him what had happened to him, and the more he listened, the more shocked he became. His wife was dead, and he was living like a dog.

"I actually know that it was not some extreme nationalist who killed my wife, but Clinton. He didn't want me to live because he had given up on me and he was afraid that I would reveal his secrets."

"A secret? Can you tell me what it is?"

"In 1989, Clinton was the Whitewater Development Company, which was involved in money laundering. You should also know that when they were later charged, witnesses, the Secretary of Commerce, and his advisers all died one after another."

It seems that there is such a thing.

"Clinton had someone kill him."

"!!!!" Francis Westbrook opened his eyes wide.

"Before he became president, he was able to have such great ability. In addition to the influence of his family, there is also one thing..."

"what?"

Angel Ureña's smile was a little... strange.

"He is a member of the high-level HQ club in America."

Fuck!
Is this audible?

"Clinton is impotent. He needs drugs to show himself. Moreover, his wife gave birth to several illegitimate children for him. Don't you think Chelsea Victoria is nothing like him?"

"When he was governor of Arkansas, he asked me to find him a woman. Of course, these were personal matters."

"His biggest secret is that he is pursuing immortality. He is an honorary member of many evil organizations in the United States. He... personally killed four girls in the hope of obtaining their "energy"?"

"Energy? What is that?"

"Who knows what that is. Maybe his brain is full of shit."

Angel Ureña leaned forward. "Isn't it exciting?"

"Hahahaha, Americans have elected a wicked idiot as president. America is doomed to perish. The fate of North America lies in Mexico, in Victor, and in millions of ordinary people."

……

(End of this chapter)