Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 503: It’s better for people to be mediocre.

"Butchers! They are butchers!"

An Israeli man, with tears all over his face, was crying loudly in front of the camera. His face was covered in blood and there was fear in his eyes. The people behind him were running in panic.

Looks like...

It's like the site of a terrorist attack.

After he finished speaking, the camera turned and saw an Asian female reporter with a long face like a shoe horn and two eyebrows raised back, looking very fierce.

She is very famous, a well-known overseas reporter for The Washington Post, Chen Jiayun!
Victor has been described more than once as "a beast in human skin!"

And claiming that Mexico is now a country completely ruled by the devil, they are FXS.

Because of its bold criticism, it attracted a lot of people, especially in the elite circles in Europe and the United States, where it is very famous and has been featured in many activities.

Does it look like... the environmental protection girl who came later?

Chen Jiayun looked at the camera with a sad and angry expression. "This is a terrorist attack. This indiscriminate attack on ordinary people is an insult to morality and a trampling on civilization!"

As she was speaking, she actually started crying in front of the camera.

"I see children who have lost their parents, I see mothers who have lost their children, Palestine, you are committing a crime!"

The photographer also cooperated and scanned the people around him...

You can see...people carrying weapons, men and women.

"Chen Jiayun is reporting for you from the front line!"

Casare folded his hands and clicked his tongue twice, "If you don't know, you would think her father is dead. She cried so... touchingly. I almost cried."

Defense Secretary Kennedy smiled and looked at Victor who was sitting behind the desk. "Just give Israel back what it once did, and someone will be unable to hold back."

“Americans, remote dog raising is really good.”

This is not nonsense. Mexico has destroyed 11 "illegal organizations", including those that instigate "gender confrontation", "class confrontation", and some organizations in the name of environmental protection and health...

They infiltrate and then support some journalists, celebrities, professors, etc. in your country, affiliated with the United States Agency for International Development...

I had a big setback in Mexico...

They found a professor at the National University of Mexico and after finding ways to build a close relationship with him, they hoped that he would express some "opinions" on TV, for example, that some crimes should be "released" in a tactful manner and not every criminal should be executed.

That is commonly known as: human rights!
But the professor is rather timid...

Your grandmother's legs, you want me to refute the general's will?
Do you really think I have a butt clamp on my forehead?

The police were called immediately, and then they followed the clues and found 11 "dog farms" supported by the United States Agency for International Development. If it were any other country, they might have let them go for the so-called "spy unspoken rules", but in Mexico...

Kill them all for you.

What is the main focus?
Make spying in Mexico a "dangerous profession".

"Our guys don't know that public opinion can kill people, but we have to know that they can shape an image, right? We can do it too, Goebbels. The other battlefield is left to you." Victor looked at the Minister of Propaganda who was sitting next to him without saying a word.

The other person crossed his arms and was shaking a little?
"Are you... cold?"

Goebbels shook his head. "No, no, I don't know why, General. When I think about dealing with the Israelis, I always feel excited all over. My cells are telling me to rush forward and kill them."

Victor looked at him with a strange expression...

Damn, this is abnormal!

"Then make their image disgusting on the Internet. You can do it, right?"

"Of course! This is my specialty!"

Victor nodded with satisfaction. He was not afraid of public opinion...

In order to adapt to the increasingly complex situation, the Propaganda Department has an "Opinion Warfare Bureau" whose main task is to wage public opinion warfare, especially on the Internet. They are now also building "new ways", such as... using mobile phone information.

The person in charge of this project is Neil Papavo.

A senior engineer poached from Vodafone.

Add to that the technology that Victor exchanged for, and it won’t be long before the first smartphone comes out. Of course, all of this is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Public opinion is like a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone.

If the person in control of the position says you are good, then you are good; if he says you are evil, then you are evil.

How can there be so many right and wrong things in the world?

People have a sense of right and wrong, but at the national level... there is only interest.

Whether Palestinians are beasts or Israelis are bastards, it all depends on which side you support.
However, Victor is of course the first...

why?
Simply because I hate Jews.

Well, disgusting.

Victor is Mexico!

"I plan to issue a new currency from July and gradually phase out the peso, but it has to be done slowly. We have already recovered the Cantarell, Trion and Mars oil fields, which can be fully linked to the new currency, and the same..."

"Venezuela is considering using the rial to link its currency and minerals, but there is currently a lot of controversy in the country. Only Nicolás Maro Moro, who is now a member of parliament, supports us. If we and Venezuela use the new currency for settlement at the same time, it will be a major blow to the United States."

"I will talk about this at the People's Union General Assembly on the 30th!"

Goebbels still looked calm, Casarre still looked like he did what the boss said, and Kennedy looked a little worried...

It has finally shifted from a hot war to a currency war, and the confrontation between the United States and Mexico will become even more intense.

The Americans will not give up their dollar hegemony!

That is the lifeblood of the American people.

Mexico's foundation is still too weak. To be honest, I'm definitely not optimistic...

He would rather take it step by step.

It would be best to boost the domestic economy. The GDP for the first quarter is out, and the government's actual control area is about 2600 billion pesos, about 1500 billion US dollars. The best economy is in Northern and Southern California.

At that time, the South had not yet been recovered. For example, if the whole country were to be unified this year, the estimate would be around 1 trillion pesos.

The South...is still too rich.

Several people were discussing the next situation in the office when they suddenly heard a hurried knock on the door, and then the chief guard Joseph Joffre came in.

"Sir, Chief Jeff Bennett wants to see you."

"Invite him in."

The captain of the guard nodded and went out to bring over the director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency who was waiting at the other end of the corridor. The latter looked embarrassed and anxious.

You can see it on your face.

"What's the matter? Man, is there something urgent? Is Clinton dead?" Victor joked, motioning him to sit down and smoke a cigarette first.

Casare and others smiled ingratiatingly.

Jeff Bennett opened his mouth and said, "Secretary of Defense Donald... was shot and killed by Clinton in the White House."

Boss...

Your father is dead.

! ! ! !
The office suddenly became quiet.

Kennedy's eyes widened...

Goebbels' mouth twitched and he looked at the general.

Casare's mouth opened, his pupils shrank slightly.

Victor paused as he was about to light a cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Tell me in detail."

……

It's raining heavily in Washington.

Pedestrians on the road cursed, covered their heads and ran quickly.

The rain hit the ground, making a bouncing sound.

In the rain, I saw a man wearing a gray windbreaker, a hat, and a mask on his mouth. His outfit looked a bit strange.

He walked into an Indian restaurant.

"Welcome, how many people are you, sir?" the waiter came over and asked with a smile.

"Looking for someone." The man looked around, found someone by the window, and walked straight over.

It was a middle-aged man, his handwriting was sloppy but his eyes were bright. He looked up when he heard the voice and was startled by the other person's attire. Then he smiled and said, "Gavin, there's no need to be like this. We are trading news, not...intelligence. You made me think I was a spy."

The two were obviously familiar with each other.

The man named Gavin shook his head, "You have no idea how shocking this news is!"

The other party raised his eyebrows, "You want to raise the price?"

"10 US dollars! I'll tell you a piece of news that is currently blocked. It's absolutely shocking."

The middle-aged man immediately became interested. He was not afraid of the other party's asking price. It was definitely big news that he dared to ask for so much. Although he looked sloppy, he was a famous writer for The Washington Post. His writings revealed many "scandals" in American politics, which made him enjoy a great reputation.

Most of them come from the guy across the street, Gavin Smith, a security guard from the Secret Service.

"Just tell me first. I won't let you lose the money."

Gavin hesitated and nodded. The two of them had a good relationship, so there was no need to create unpleasantness over $100,000.

"Donald is dead, shot by Clinton in the White House, six times, twice in the head."

Middle-aged man: (⊙⊙)!

He couldn't believe it, and said hurriedly, "Donald? You mean Donald Rumsfeld?"

Gavin nodded.

“OMG, oh my god!”

"It is possible that Clinton took drugs when he met with Donald. Donald's body is now in the hospital for emergency treatment. They dare not announce it to the public. You will see. Maybe tomorrow, they will say that Donald is unwell and has been admitted to the hospital."

The middle-aged man was very excited, his whole body was shaking, "Then...what about Clinton?"

"He will definitely step down, but perhaps due to illness. He will never be allowed to appear in public because of this scandal. We have all been ordered not to spread it."

Trial?

The Rumsfelds will surely be unhappy.

This matter will not end.

But America's real masters will find a way to shut them up.

Gavin looked at him, "I was actually hesitant about whether to tell you, because if you tell anyone, someone will definitely want you dead, Osvaldo."

The other person's eyes flashed, "The people need the truth!"

Gavin nodded and said, "Then I wish you good luck. By the way, transfer the money to the old card number." After he said that, he took his hat and prepared to leave.

"Let's eat something first." Osvaldo said hurriedly, pointing to the "dishes" on the table.

Gavin lost his appetite for the yellow stuff. He almost vomited and shook his head. "I heard that Indians like to eat food with their shit hands. I'd better go back and eat my California roll."

After saying this, he left the other person with a dashing back.

Osvaldo looked at the food on the table and felt sick. He raised his hand and stood up, "Pay the bill!"

Peng! ! !
Just as he finished speaking, he saw a van rushing in from the outside window and knocking him out heavily. The car didn't stop and ran over his head. In an instant... his head exploded like a watermelon.

Everyone in the Indian restaurant was screaming and shouting for help.

When they opened the car door, they smelled alcohol and the driver had passed out.

Gavin, who had already walked out of the restaurant and was walking on the opposite sidewalk, heard the noise and turned back. When he saw the vehicle had smashed the glass, he was startled and then his expression suddenly changed.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

He subconsciously ran away.

Then I saw a black man coming out of the alley with a gun raised.

Bang bang bang!
Falling in a pool of blood.

Gavin watched the other person run away with a dazed look in his eyes. Finally, he tilted his head and died.

When the police arrived, they seemed to have received some news. They just collected the bodies, destroyed the scene, arrested the drunk driver, and drove away without saying a word.

There's a bit of mystery inside...

West Clinton Road, Fayetteville, Arkansas.

Looks small...

Clinton got married here in 1975.

at this time…

But I don’t feel warm at all.

In the dark house, even the curtains were drawn.

After the shooting of Donald, he was brought here by a "mysterious force".

He curled up on the bed like a dog.

squeak~
The old man's bedroom door was pushed open, and a man wearing glasses and a suit was seen, but... he had a bald spot on his forehead?
Clinton looked up when he heard the noise. It was dark and he couldn't see clearly. "Larry, is that you?"

The other party opened the window, and the cold moonlight shone in, making his whole face look very gloomy. He looked at the other party and shook his head, "You disappoint us."

Clinton panicked...

"No, no, no, this... this is a misunderstanding."

Larry stared at him, "Do you know how much we spent on you? You idiot!"

While cursing, he held a whip in his hand and whipped the other person directly!
Clinton howled loudly.

"BlackRock gave you so much money and put you in this position, but what about you? What have you brought to us now? A bunch of shit. You are just a piece of crap."

"I am the president. I am still the president."

"President? President? Bullshit president!" Larry continued to whip him. After two minutes, he finally got tired. He panted, threw the whip away, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes. "A president who has no use at all is worse than a black man."

Clinton, who was in pain all over, was suddenly panicked. What does this mean?
"Yes, it's useful, Donald. Donald is a Mexican spy. Yes, he must be. He colluded with Victor to sell out American interests. Aren't you going to start a war? No problem, I'll start a war. Don't kill me. I'm still useful."

Larry just watched the president crying like a dog, his tears and snot coagulating together, looking down at him with disdain in his eyes.

"You've made us lose a lot of money. The government can't have any more scandals. You can't be put on trial. This is America, not Cheong Wa Dae. The president can be respectable, but he can't be in jail."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your daughter."

! ! ! !
Clinton opened his eyes suddenly. He wanted to speak, but two people rushed in from the door, holding guns with silencers in front of them, and shot at him.

Puff puff puff puff…

Shot to death!

Clinton died with his eyes wide open.

"Find a place to bury him. I still have to discuss the next president. I leave this to you."

"Yes, sir."

Larry didn't even look at the body, he got into the car and left under the protection of his bodyguards.

Clinton...

Really disappointing.

The various consortiums supported him after exchanging interests with each other, in order to make you make money for us. In the end, not only did they not make any money, but they also got involved in a series of scandals.

Drug abuse, adultery, corruption...

It’s not that these things can’t be done. Which American president hasn’t done them?
But your value of use is gone.

The news of Donald being shot must not be spread out, so we can only help him retire with honor due to illness.

"I hope the next one won't take drugs. At least he'll be a smart person." Larry looked out the car window and talked to himself.

The two bodyguards put Clinton's body into a sack, dug a hole behind him, and buried him directly.

This legendary man who went from a country boy to the President of the United States.

What a sloppy death.

Sometimes, it's good to be a little bit idle.

……

(End of this chapter)