Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 507: Human hearts are so disgusting!

"Uncle, we can definitely agree to Victor's request. This is our chance!"

The guest rooms in the National Palace are decorated luxuriously and magnificently. On the walls you can see gold sculptures, which were moved from the homes of drug dealers. Those desperados also like golden things.

Thanks to the drug dealer... bastard for the "sports money".

Bram Ramsfeld was a little unsteady. He walked back and forth, putting his hands on the table and then taking them out, and his face looked... excited.

Belsaria and Bramo's father Ulrich Ramsfield, who were sitting next to them, also nodded, their eyes were red and swollen, and their faces were worried. He could sow seeds all over the world because his family was powerful and there were many people who gave them money.

But once Donald dies, if no one stands at the top or in the upper echelons, they will slowly disappear like other families...

Time is also the best butcher knife!

How could they let go when they were used to a good life?

"Yes, we want revenge. The credit belongs to us. I believe there are still many people in the United States who support my father." Ulrich Ramsfeld said in a hoarse voice.

Fields, who is one year younger than Donald, sat on the leather sofa, looking over with cloudy eyes...

All those present are good-for-nothings!
Even though Bramo became the mayor, he didn't make much progress...

He who is not overly happy when he wins, nor panics when he loses, who has thunder in his heart but a calm face, can be worshipped as a general!
But he looked agitated...

Just like Indians seeing a Komodo dragon.

Fields sighed softly and rubbed his numb nose. "Victor is not a good person either. If you cooperate with him today, aren't you afraid that he will eat you up tomorrow?"

How could a brave warrior who fought his way up from the bottom be compared to these few dead bones in the village?
In Fields's view, Mexico already has a bright future, with a strong leader, a capable army, and control right down to the grass-roots level. Even the village chiefs in some places are retired soldiers.

Able to quickly bring Victor's policies down to the grassroots level.

For example, dividing land, establishing a village collective medical system, etc., can it be done without a strong voice?

Fields had met Roosevelt once when he was 12 years old and the man was about to die. That kind of aura, standing there, was the center of the world!
Victor is very similar to him, but also different, he is younger and more energetic.

Give him time, thirty years, no no no, twenty years, when the idea of centralized power enters the minds of the next generation of Mexicans, the position of the decision-maker in North America will move.

Ulrich Ramsfield opened his mouth and was about to talk about the relationship between his daughter and him, but his son beat him to the punch. "Uncle, of course I know, but do we have any way out?"

"When the memorial service was held in Mexico, it was equivalent to declaring war on those behind the scenes. We automatically stood on Victor's side. Of course, we can surrender, but isn't surrender just waiting for death? Since resistance means death, and surrender also means death, then I hope to do it with a bang."

"I want to tell the world that I have been here."

Fields stared at Bramo, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "You stay here, I'll go talk to him. The Rumsfeld family is not yet at a point where you need to take responsibility."

Bramo's face lit up with joy, "Okay!"

The old man opened the door and saw the patrol officer standing not far from the door. He called out and the patrol officer hurried over. "What do you need, sir?"

"I need to see General Victor...."

The patrolman nodded and reported the news. Soon, the captain of the guard, Joseph Joffre, came down to lead the way for him.

When he walked into Victor's office, the latter was still working. When he saw him come in, he raised his head with a tired look in his eyes, "Please sit down, Grandpa Fields."

Hearing his name, the old man's expression relaxed, shook his head, and said directly, "How do you want to help us?"

This made Victor stunned. Is it so direct?

“Do you want to be president?”

Who knew that Fields interrupted with dissatisfaction when he heard this, "Victor, let's be realistic. You know, I can't be president if those people are still alive. They are not idiots."

Ok…

The pancake technology is somewhat vulnerable in front of this pragmatic old man.

Victor also sat up straight, raised his eyebrows, and didn't get angry at being interrupted, "So what do you mean?"

"Donald's memorial service cannot be held only in Mexico. Let me go back to the United States. I need more public opinion and reputation to give voice to those who are fighting to support us." The old man narrowed his eyes, "They need a leader."

“America is dangerous…”

"If you want power but are afraid of taking risks, you can become a gigolo and let women give you climaxes in bed. During the Vietnam War, I killed four Vietnamese. Only warriors deserve respect."

Victor nodded. It seemed that few of the older generation who survived had an easy life.

"No problem, if you need any help, you can tell me, I support you unconditionally."

"I just have one request right now."

"Please say."

Fields smiled, and even a hint of dimples could be seen on his face which had some age spots on it.

"You and Belsaria can get married."

Victor's breath hitched, and then he nodded, "Of course, I love her and would be happy to marry her."

The big fox and the little fox looked at each other and said nothing more.

But they all know...

The button that maintains the relationship is buttoned.

Who cares about Belsaria's feelings?

Times are changing, productivity is changing, people's hearts are changing, but some things never change.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Fields sighed in his heart.

Victor is so calm, he knows what he wants!
Calm, somewhat inhumane.

Hey…

……

While at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.

In the garden downstairs.

Bush Jr. looked at the man in front of him in shock, "Let me... run for president?!"

The person opposite was none other than Narari, the last person Clinton had seen.

"Of course, we all think you can lead the United States out of the crisis. After all, your father is a great man."

Larry said with a smile, but why does that smile always seem so creepy?

George W. Bush, who is now the governor of Texas, was actually also confused. He used to run a baseball team with his good friends, but his father fell ill and the family urgently needed someone to step up, so he had no choice but to run for governor, and relying on his strong... "connections", he got the position.

But now, less than a year later, you tell me you want me to be president.

"I'm afraid public opinion and internal affairs..." he hesitated.

"You don't have to worry about these, my friend. BlackRock has chosen you. All you have to do is think about how to sit in the White House with a winning posture."

So arrogant!
This is simply outrageous.

But Bush was not surprised at all, because BlackRock did have the ability to do so.
After their establishment in 1988, they became an asset management company. Whose assets did they manage?

They are all powerful and influential!
In a word: I serve the class!

Larry is the founder of this company and also the broker...

This company has deployed its global presence with powerful means, for example, the major shareholders of Tokyo Electric Power Company and Pfizer are both BlackRock Group, and the second is Vanguard. The pharmaceutical companies invested by these two companies jointly monopolize 80% of the world's anti-cancer drugs, with annual profits exceeding US$1000 billion.

After the Fukushima nuclear accident, the cancer incidence rate among local residents increased by 118 times. If the cancer incidence rate among coastal residents in the world increased by 100 times, anti-cancer drugs would become a big business worth 10 trillion yuan a year.

This…

Just a small part of their business.

You can see them in the military, aviation, education and other fields...

And behind them is Jewish capital. Why must Clinton die?
Larry won't let him go?

Because Donald is a complicated person. He once called on Kennedy not to interfere in Jewish affairs, and then... Kennedy didn't listen.

He can’t be described as a traditional redneck, but he is one of the few white people who identify as such.

So, Larry kept killing Clinton a secret?
No, no, no, it should be more of an apology from the capital they support to the Anglo-Saxon group behind Rumsfeld.

Although the rise of Wall Street economy since the beginning of the financial storm has allowed the Jews to surpass the latter to a certain extent, but... the military is the latter's private territory, and military industry and energy are also part of it. They cannot fight with each other just for Clinton.

Essentially, it’s about making money.

What if the fight turns to death and the market is taken over by the bastards from Europe and America?
Of course, the Anglo-Saxon group has been declining. When the Mei Xizong came to power, you can see that there are basically no traditional Anglo-Saxons left...

So, what is Victor fighting against?
Rather than saying that he is against the United States, it would be more accurate to say that he is against the "world economy"!
The more I know, the more powerless I feel.

Moreover, they are also involved with drugs. The Sassoon family was behind the famous Opium War. Over the past hundred years, the trade of opium and other drugs alone made a net profit of at least 4.5 million taels of silver in China, and the maximum could be as high as 10 billion taels!

Who invented opium after opium? It was invented by the famous pharmaceutical company Bayer Group. It was sold as a panacea for all diseases until the 20s. It was sold all over the world and Bayer made a fortune.

Who invented B virus? First, the Japanese discovered it in 1885, then the Romanians synthesized it in Germany in 1887, and then in 1933, SmithKline Pharmaceuticals, the predecessor of GlaxoSmithKline, which is well-known today, used the virus as a medicine. During World War II, it was also used as a drug to relieve fatigue of soldiers. It was not until 1971 that it was listed as a drug.

The drug lords you imagine waving money around, shooting people with guns, and looking menacing are actually just wage earners.

The real drug lords are the well-dressed capitalists and bankers. They control the real lifeline of drug trafficking - the financial channel, control the most powerful intelligence organizations in the world, and have the power to easily subvert the regime of any medium-sized military power country.

The international trade in drugs exceeds one trillion US dollars and accounts for 10% of global trade, which is higher than oil and gas and comparable to the arms trade. Can such a large flow of funds bypass the financial system and banks? Can the black money be laundered without bypassing the financial system and banks?

Cold medicine is the top-selling product in every country...

There are not so many people who like to take medicine.

God knows where he went.

Ye Zhenli started out by selling cold medicine.

This is also one of the important reasons why Victor wants to crack down on American finance.

Damn it!

You started out as a drug dealer more than a hundred years ago. If I hadn’t told you about it, I wouldn’t have been born there.

More than a hundred years later, I'm here, and you still plan to use drugs to support your finance. Then wouldn't my trip be in vain?
Victor has been fighting drugs for two years, taking down Sinaloa, Juarez, Tijuana...

Some businesses of American banks such as Citigroup, JPMorgan Chase, Manhattan Bank, and Bank of America have all been cut in half, but this is the most valuable.

There are so few people in Las Vegas in the middle of the night.

The heads of those drug dealers are floating in some sea now.

Bush Jr. licked his dry lips, he was a little excited. Although he knew that it was not a waste of time to go to power now, he was the president. Would a puppet president not be the president?

"Don't be so anxious to give me an answer, but please tell me your choice within three days. Don't worry, we are friends, and I won't hurt you." Larry smiled, pushed his glasses up, looked at his watch, and stood up to say goodbye. "I have some things to do in the company, so I'll leave first."

Bush nodded, stood up and shook hands with the other party. Suddenly, he asked, "Mr. Larry, how is Clinton?"

The atmosphere was frozen like this.

Larry's face froze, his expression unchanged, "He's having a great time."

How can I not be happy in God’s arms?

"Work hard, and we'll make money together. Also, don't try to provoke Victor on the other side. We are businessmen, not barbaric thugs."

After he said that, he patted Bush Jr. on the shoulder and left.

Looking at his back...

Little Bush was a little embarrassed, this was a piece of cake covered with candied fruit, but it was really delicious.

He returned to Bush's ward somewhat dazed.

Thanks to the help of the "authoritative doctor", he is in good health and is able to sit up and get out of bed slowly.

His face was a little pale, and he was eating an apple with the help of a nurse. When he saw his son come in, he saw that the other person had an unpleasant expression, so he narrowed his eyes and waved his hand to signal the nurse to go out.

"What does Larry want to see you for?" Bush Sr.'s voice was a little weak.

“They want me to be president.”

Bush Jr. did not hide anything and told everything.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man coughed hard, his face flushed red. Seeing this, Bush came up and patted him on the back. The other party grabbed his wrist with his backhand and said, "Reject them!"

"In the current environment, they don't ask you to solve problems, but to be a trash can. When you get to the top, you will face a lot of things, and you may even die!"

Bush's face tightened, "Not... not to that extent."

"And Clinton?"

There was one question that he simply couldn't answer.

"You are very smart, Walker. You are much smarter than I was when I was young. But why am I still alive? Because I am cunning enough. Larry can come to you today and shoot you tomorrow. Maybe Clinton was killed by him."

"But...if I reject them, will it be..." Bush Jr. said in a dilemma.

"Then find a reason. Living is better than dying."

"Then I pretend to be sick?"

Bush's eyes turned fierce, "Pretending? Do you have a broken leg or a broken arm? They can push you to the White House in a wheelchair!"

"So how about pretending to be mentally ill?"

"Not enough, far from enough..."

"Let me figure it out. Don't worry. Go get me something to eat. I want California seedless peaches."

Bush: ???

But looking at his father's expression, he still walked away with a frown.

When only old Bush was left.

He took out a white cell phone from the drawer and made a call.

"Orpheus, do me a favor."