Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 490 What do you want? What are you looking at!

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!"

In the White House presidential office, Clinton slumped in the boss chair with his eyes wide open, his suit in disarray and sweat all over his face.

There was a newspaper on the table in front of him.

The front-page headline of the Mexican Vanguard is: "Clinton, the American president hiding in the sewer!"

The whole article is full of shameful things. If that were all, he wouldn't be so angry. He could even use legal weapons to seek justice for his reputation.

Can…

The subject of the interview was Angel Ureña. The reporter was afraid that the audience would not know who he was, so he considerately marked his former identity.

This time it was a total sell out!
Sales in just one day reached 70 copies!

After breaking through the siege of print media, other Mexican media rushed to follow suit, but at this time they could only get leftovers.

And the American journalists next door also reposted it...

In addition to this, TV news and entertainment tabloids also got involved, and in an instant...

The name of Flo Westbrook is known throughout the country.

It was just two days.

It is said that Cuban National Television has already started broadcasting.

Clinton, who had managed to gain a firm foothold by playing the emotional card after his wife was killed in the bombing, is now on the verge of collapse again.

He was somewhat out of control and roared like a madman in the office...

Secret Service Director Rich Miller looked at him with complicated eyes.

He is in pain...

In fact, he also contributed to Angel's survival by secretly protecting him in the dark. Otherwise, wouldn't it be easy to kill a powerless person?

He also has a very good relationship with Angel, but sometimes... reality is so helpless.

"Find someone to take them out, Richie!"

"Angel Ureña is a traitor. He betrayed the United States..."

Hearing this, Rich Miller couldn't help but speak, "Sir, he didn't betray the United States..."

"He betrayed me!"

"I am America, I am the government!"

Before Rich Miller could finish his words, Clinton interrupted him and yelled at him.

The Secret Service Director looked at him in shock...

He had known him for more than ten years, and he had always been gentle and polite. Of course, he had seen him get angry before, but this kind of hysteria was like...

A mad dog that has lost its mind.

The adjective flashed through his mind.

Clinton slammed his hands on the table, his eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily. "Find someone to kill them both for me, CIA or FBI..."

Rich Miller seemed to be trying to irritate the other party. He said, "The two departments have suffered a major blow in Mexico. I'm afraid they don't have the ability to..."

"Then look for it on the black market. 100 million? 200 million? 500 million!"

"I just don't believe that I can't defeat them even if I have money."

"Sir, calm down..."

"I can't calm down!"

Clinton walked around the table and stood directly in front of Rich Miller, with a crazy look in his eyes, "I have struggled for decades to get to this position. I can't lose. If I lose, I will have nothing. I haven't made money for the capitalists yet. If I go down, will they let me go?"

"I'm going to have a seizure tomorrow!"

As he was talking, he seemed to be scared and actually... actually started crying.

This left Rich Miller a little at a loss.

Clinton grabbed his hand and said, "Help me, Richie. You are all I have now. Help me. For the sake of our long-standing relationship, help me, help me."

A mixture of snot and tears.

If it were in the past, Rich Miller might have felt a little guilty, but since Angel was abandoned by him, he was actually only afraid of Clinton...

friend?

companion?

Even a lover?
To him, they are all dispensable people.

He has given up, so when will he give up on himself?

I'll help you find someone to kill him. If that fails or things get out of hand, won't you just push me out?
Some things have been done, people will remember them!

Rich Miller was not stupid. He pulled his hand back, looked Clinton in the eye, and shook his head. "The Secret Service still has some work to do. I'll go do it first. Calm down, sir. God will bless you."

After he finished speaking, he left the office in the other person's shocked and angry eyes.

Oh, don't forget to close the door before leaving.

Clinton was so angry that he was shaking. He grabbed the documents on the table and threw them on the ground, trying to flip the table over. But the table was very heavy and he didn't have the strength to do it...

All the energy was put into the interns.

"Asshole! Bastard!!"

He roared in the office and got up tremblingly. No, he couldn't give up like this. He had to find someone to clarify that these were all slanders.

He wanted to make a phone call, but seeing the broken line, he angrily stomped on the phone with his foot, cursing loudly.

Suddenly...

His pupils shrank, and he began to sweat and tremble all over.

Clinton opened the drawer with trembling body, and saw a paper bag on the bottom layer. On it was a lion stepping on the earth on both sides. But unlike the "Two Lions Stepping on the Earth" in the Golden Triangle, this one was colorful, and the lion had wings.

Next to it was written: "Hell No. 2!"

The new drug that Ye Zhenli invented, No. 1 is circulated all over the world, while No. 2 is mainly targeted at the rich and powerful.

Ever since the Mexican-American War began, this guy has actually wanted to cause trouble, but...

The soldiers they found were no match for the local National Guard and were almost wiped out. No matter how powerful Ye Zhenli was, he only had a rifle, while others had started to install small rapid-fire cannons on their Hummers.

Produced by Mexican military industry: RMK30 automatic recoilless gun!
What did you hit with?

You drug dealer have no future...

It is said that Ye Zhenli took his people to Guatemala. Of course, there are also reports that he went to the United States, but who knows. However, his "Hell No. 1" made him a lot of money.

The world's drug dealers are partying!
If you transport Hell No. 10 worth $1 to northern Mexico, the price can increase by 60 times. If you transport it to Cuba, the price can increase by 130 times. Of course, the premise is that you are still alive.

But there is never a shortage of desperadoes in this world.

When did Clinton start taking drugs?

Maybe it was when he was studying. (True story, he took drugs.)
"Hell No. 2" has several modes. After unpacking it, there is a syringe inside. Clinton stabbed his arm...

"Ah~"

A long sigh of ecstasy came out of his mouth.

Rotten!

It really sucks...

The President of the United States took drugs in office!

One was not enough, so he removed two more...

The amount of the injection was a bit too much, and it immediately took over his rationality. He felt a little hot and took off his clothes in a daze. His eyes began to blur...

The hundreds of women he had played with appeared before him...

They smiled at him in their bikinis...

Clinton stood up with a lewd smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to hug the other person, but the other person dodged and hooked his finger at him.

He took off his clothes one by one, and was left naked...

Then, he opened the door and walked out!
This is the West Wing office. Outside is an office area where a bunch of White House staff are working...

"Anna, pour me a cup of coffee, thank you..." A white woman wearing glasses was busy in front of the computer. She called her assistant, but the other party did not respond. She turned around in confusion and saw the other party standing, looking in one direction with a look of horror.

The white woman stood up in confusion...

Clinton walked out naked, laughing all the time. "OMG!"

And next to the window, a black man picked up a camera from the drawer...click, the sound was very crisp at this time.

"No photos allowed! Everybody sit down!"

The Secret Service agent who arrived upon hearing the news quickly took off his suit and was about to cover Clinton, but the other party was completely aroused and just hugged him and started kissing him.

"Sir, sir..."

"OMG! OMG! Pull him away quickly, damn..."

"Hurry, damn it, he took off my pants!"

The Secret Service bodyguard hurriedly pulled Clinton away, and Rich Miller, who came rushing over and saw this scene, was completely disappointed.

Clinton…

Also a waste!
"Drag them back to the office and call the doctor." He gave the order decisively, then looked at the staff in the work area with narrowed eyes, "No one is allowed to leave for the time being. Also, if anyone takes photos, delete them."

After giving the order, he went to see Clinton with a gloomy face.

Staff, you look at me, I look at you...

Hi!
Watched a good show for free.

The president is running around in the office area.

"I feel like there is no way out in the United States. I even have an urge to leave." An experienced old man shook his head and muttered to himself.

The sound was loud and many people heard it.

No one objected...

I couldn't refute it anymore.

Rich Miller walked into the office and saw the needle on the ground. He was furious and hit Clinton with both hands, leaving him with a bruised face.

The Secret Service bodyguards nearby didn't dare to come up to persuade them and could only look at each other.

After getting tired of fighting, Richie Miller let go of his hands, tore off the work badge on his chest, threw it in Clinton's face, and left without saying a word.

"Director... Director, what are you doing?" a bodyguard couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not going to do this anymore. It's embarrassing!"

Richie Miller left. Seeing him coming out, the staff who were originally talking in low voices suddenly became quiet. Everyone shut their mouths, but their eyes were full of gossip.

Hey…

There is no shame in falling from above.

He walked downstairs, stood at the door, looked up at the foggy sky, and felt a little confused for a moment...

Just then, the cell phone in my underwear rang.

He didn't want to answer the call, but the other party kept insisting...

"Hey."

"Rich, long time no see." The familiar voice on the other side made his pupils constrict.

"Angel..."

"Do you think Clinton's dick is ugly? Hahaha, I never thought a president would take drugs to this extent."

? ! ! !
"How do you know!" Rich Miller said in astonishment.

Angel sat in his office, holding a cup of coffee. "The greatness of Mexico is intoxicating. Naturally, many people are willing to join us in overthrowing tyranny."

Who in the world doesn't know how to write ink?

Rich Miller was really scared, so he ordered a blockade himself, and then the other party knew about it in the blink of an eye. What does this mean?
This shows that the Secret Service and even the president's people are all Victor's people.

Is this okay?

It turns out that all my efforts seem like ridicule in the eyes of others.

"Come to Mexico, Richie. You are only 40 years old. America cannot allow you to fulfill your political ideals, but Mexico can. Come. I have already applied to the general, and he welcomes you. You can go to the army to train special forces soldiers, or you can come to the North American Affairs Bureau as deputy director."

Angel invited affectionately.

"I am American!"

"Your grandfather is French, your mother is Nigerian, bro... you are an immigrant, and the real Americans have become scalps hidden in museums."

"..."

"You resigned, do you think Clinton will let you go? No, he will not let go of anyone who knows this secret today. You...are not far from death!"

Rich Miller's pupils shrank.

"It doesn't matter if you die, your children and your wife will be the same as me, hahahaha!"

Angel on the opposite side laughed like a villain.

"Think about it carefully. You don't have much time. But you'd better hurry up. We in the intelligence department will not rescue a dead person."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Rich Miller's hands were still on his ears, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Angel's office.

Casare sat on the sofa, raised an eyebrow, "Will he come?"

"Who knows? The way is given to him. It's up to him whether he comes or not."

Fatty Ka nodded and changed the subject, "Have you compiled the bribery lists of the United States and Canada?"

"It's still on the list, and I need funding."

"Sure. I will allocate 600 million US dollars to you. I hope your North American Bureau will do a good job. The most important thing is that the general must do something big. First, get the Canadians out of power. That place is too peaceful. It is not in our interest to mess them up."

"All North America needs is a stable Mexico."

Angel nodded vigorously, "Leave it to me!"

A "American traitor" is really useful, no, at this time he should be called Mexican comrade!
...

Manhattan, New York City, USA.

First Avenue and East 42nd Street.

Joachim Ribbentrop looked up at the United Nations headquarters building in front of him. The Mexican representative to the United Nations had a smile on his face.

Following behind him were thirty or forty men and women in black suits, each with pride on their faces. They fought back!
"Mr. Joachim, what does it mean for Mexico to enter the United Nations again?" The reporter next to him handed over the microphone.

"The influence of hegemony on the world is like shit. We told everyone that the United States is a paper tiger."

Very aggressive.

The reporters wanted to ask more questions but were pushed away by the bodyguards.

Joachim Ribbentrop and his men walked in, and the orderly footsteps made many people turn around.

He led his men to the back of the corridor, where there were no reporters.

I saw a scene...

Cubans and Americans were facing each other at the door, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

"Are you welcoming me, gentlemen?"

Joachim Ribbentrop called out and walked over.

When the Cubans saw the Mexicans, they were pleasantly surprised, while the Americans looked gloomy.

"Hmph!" The American representative snorted coldly.

"Are you unconvinced?"

The Cuban representative on the other side suddenly shouted, “Mr. Joachim, he despises you!”

"Oh?"

Joachim Ribbentrop raised his eyebrows and walked over. He was tall to begin with, standing opposite the American, narrowing his eyes and wearing a fake smile, "You don't respect me?"

The Cuban stood nearby, head held high, pointing at the American, looking like he was about to get CNMed.

did you see…

My eldest brother is here!
What do you want? What are you looking at?

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(End of this chapter)