Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 514 Boss, the Nobel Peace Prize is yours!

Chicago, Illinois.

It was raining heavily...

It’s even more expensive than when Yiping went there to ask for living expenses.

But on the famous Michigan Avenue, it is a crossroads with a lot of traffic and shops and businesses on both sides.

The elites upstairs, holding cups of coffee, stood by the window, looking curiously at the stage set up below and the man who was giving a passionate speech on it.

"Mr. Donald Rumsfeld was killed by the Democrats two months ago! He died in the White House. What did he do wrong to be treated like this..."

Fields Rumsfeld, who was wearing glasses and was already 60 years old, shouted loudly. His face and body were all wet, but his voice was still high-pitched. "He just loves this country and this society. He thinks this country should not be like this. Is he wrong?"

"What he did was exactly what a politician who has not lost his patriotism and conscience should do!"

"Shameless!"

“What a shameless Democratic Party!”

His voice was hoarse. The reporters around him took notes of this scene, and the people who were hiding from the rain under the eaves nearby looked at him. Some people's expressions became increasingly serious and they frowned.

"Secretary of Defense Donald paid with his life, and we want justice in return!"

"Those dirty and shameful means can't kill them all!"

"truth!"

“Always!”

Fields' voice was broadcast through the radio. This place was the base of the Rumsfeld family. Many people came out from all directions holding umbrellas. Gradually, hundreds of people gathered around the stage.

"You can't kill enough justice!!!" Suddenly, an American woman raised her hand and yelled loudly. When the people around her heard it, they also shouted.

In a shop opposite, there is a sign saying "convenience store" but inside there are only equipment...

People with cameras and cannons captured Fields Rumsfeld clearly from every angle.

A short-haired woman looked very capable. She squinted her eyes and stared at Fields on the stage carefully. She picked up the intercom next to her and said, "Number three, number three, it's your turn, number three."

Then he saw a man in a windbreaker standing next to a trash can. He threw his cigarette butt on the ground, ran towards the podium, then pulled out a gun outside the crowd and pulled the trigger at Fields.

boom!
Boom!

The first shot hit his shoulder. The bodyguard next to him rushed forward to block him, while the security personnel hiding in the crowd pounced on him and pinned him to the ground. The next two shots missed him at all.

The crowd panicked...

Screams were heard everywhere.

The policeman who was in the car in the distance was also stunned, then he shook and rushed over.

Assassination! !
The bodyguards carried the injured Fields into the car and drove away. The reporters at the scene chased after them and took pictures. Oh my god...

Rumsfeld, who was nominally the most powerful person, was shot while giving a speech. Although this was not the first time he criticized the Democratic Party, after returning from Mexico, he began to say on TV that it was the Democratic Party that murdered Donald and Clinton was just a poor guy.

This made the other party very embarrassed, and he called him a psycho more than once.

Is there any connection here?

Has the political atmosphere in the United States really turned into assassination?
In the car, Fields grimaced in pain and lifted up his clothes. He was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath, but his ribs were seriously injured.

"Sir, this is the speech we will give at the hospital entrance. All you need to say is one sentence." The bodyguard on the co-pilot's seat handed over a piece of paper.

Fields took a look, his eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

These are all Victors, including the intelligence department in the United States who is fully responsible for everything, from the character setting to the words are arranged by someone...

This is called team packaging.

If people don’t package themselves, how can they know you?
Just like the ancient selection of filial and honest officials, how did Wang Xiang, who lay on the ice to catch carp, happen to be seen by someone? Why did the story get out?
His surname is Wang, the same as King of Langya!
Victor set up a special department to help Fields behind the scenes. The people... are the easiest to fool.

The car arrived at the Chicago hospital just in time, and reporters were already waiting there.

When he was carried down, a group of people rushed over.

"Mr. Fields, why were you assassinated? Do you know who assassinated you?"

The microphone was almost stuffed into his mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"If my death can wake America up, please let the storm come even harder, and let my blood awaken the already seriously ill America!"

"Long live America!"

When the security captain saw him finish reading the "script", a group of people pushed aside the reporters and ran inside. A doctor had already come out pushing a bed and sent the patient directly to the operating room.

"Dear audience, we can see that Fields' injuries should not be serious, but this assassination is simply shameful and despicable. However, we have to say that he is a man, a man who really dares to fight."

A male Chicago news reporter shouted loudly into the live camera.

In a convenience store on Michigan Avenue, Elsbeth Schlagmueller, the overall director of Mexico's Sixth Intelligence Department in the United States, was holding a cup of coffee and watching the passionate speeches of reporters on TV with a somewhat satisfied expression.

It’s worthy of the money.

"Director, the Internet and newspaper media have begun to exaggerate the news. Our company in Canada has also started printing, and Europe is following suit. In two hours at the latest, the news will spread throughout the world." A subordinate walked over and said.

Elsbeth Schlagmueller nodded. "All we have to do now is let the bullets fly for a while."

She took a sip of coffee and watched the hospital on TV. Her left eye kept twitching. She enjoyed the feeling of being in control behind the scenes.

Just like she goes for ducks and likes to be on top.

The news that Fields Rumsfeld was shot instantly swept across the United States.

The "CIA assassination theory" is particularly heated.

Because he had said before that he wanted to help his brother realize his dream. He has an American dream and hopes to make America great again!
He also declared that he would run for President of the United States if he could.

And if he succeeds, he will reveal the reasons for the deaths of Kennedy and Lincoln, and will arrest all the powerful people on "Little St. James Island"!
Because of his "integrity", his popularity has soared quickly, especially when he played the emotional card. His brother Donald did a good job in the United States and was the Secretary of Defense during the Reagan administration...

So some news media said with certainty: The CIA did not want Fields to speak, so this assassination took place, an assassination against the future of the United States!

For the next week, hundreds, sometimes thousands, of Fields' supporters could be seen arriving at the entrance of Chicago Presbyterian Hospital every day with banners.

Chicago police surrounded the hospital.

I was afraid something might happen to him.

In the most luxurious VIP ward, there are floor-to-ceiling windows, TVs, refrigerators, and even exercise rooms next to them. You never know what kind of services the rich and powerful enjoy.

"Saturday Night Live is going to be performing your speech in the Chicago rain, and you're going to be a guest on The Oprah Show."

Fields, lying on the hospital bed, looked at the series of notices in his assistant's hand, his eyes lit up, "How much did you pay?"

"The Oprah Winfrey Show, we sponsored it for $400 million."

“So rich!”

The assistant was also sent by Mexico. He smiled and said, "If 100 million US dollars can create an American president, why not do it?"

Fields was of course satisfied. He only had to put on a show and didn't have to worry about anything else. "But will the Republican Party choose me as the presidential candidate?" "Who is the candidate now?" the assistant asked the colleague behind him.

"After Clinton disappeared, Bush Jr. was invited. However, because Bush's father died, he was heartbroken and returned to his hometown to work as an elementary school teacher. But this guy often claimed on TV that his father died for America..." When my colleague said this, he raised his head. The main method is similar.

"But he refused to run, so the Republican nominee was... Donald Trump."

The assistant was stunned. "Who is this person?"

"A traitor!" Fields squinted his eyes and said, "Before 1987, he was a Democrat. After 1987, he joined the Republican Party. In 1988, he ran for president with George H.W. Bush..."

"I didn't expect to push him out. Is there really no one left?"

The assistant nodded. "Then find a way to discredit him. Is there a list of his names on Little St. James Island?"

"Uh... no, he only likes fair-skinned, beautiful blondes. He said this himself on TV." The subordinate said, "There's not even any scandal about him taking drugs or soliciting prostitution."

“Jesus is coming to America?”

The assistant couldn't help laughing. He looked at Fields, who looked worried, and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, there is no scandal we can't dig up. If we can't find any, we can just create one."

He squinted his eyes as he spoke.

"We are professionals in this kind of thing."

...

As September approaches, the air in Mexico becomes a little cooler.

A view from the sky…

You can see construction underway in every city.

The National Palace has clearly issued "Important Guidance on Economic Development" to all officials. It states that if you want to get promoted, you must improve the economy and make comparisons between the city and provincial levels every year. Of course, because their environments are different, the comparison is about GDP growth.

In Mexico's environment, as long as you are not a loser, to be honest, you can make money.

With his official hat tied to his job, he worked hard. Of course, in order to prevent the mayor from having the final say, he retained the parliament and selected some people from the public and local garrison troops to serve as parliamentarians.

All cases must be put to a vote in Parliament.

It can ensure that most things are agreed upon by local people. Although this may be troublesome, it avoids many problems of corruption.

Mexico has its own national conditions.

In the National Palace, Minister of Civil Affairs Alfred Rosenberg was reporting to Victor, "As of July 1992, 7, our current registered population is 31 million, of which 1.12% are males, 51.9% are females, and 48.1% are minors. In addition, there are approximately 13 million foreign populations, of which 300% are Americans."

"There are 14 prisons in the country, housing approximately 1250 million people, approximately 9% of whom are serious criminals, and 12.7% of them are serving sentences of less than three years."

Each of these numbers is so shocking. 14 prisons is the largest number in the world!

There were 12 of them in old Mexico. During Victor's war on drugs, another 1.32 were added to detain prisoners. If a large number of drug dealers had not been killed, this might not have been enough. The population before the war was about 2000 million. In other words, the war on drugs and the US-Mexico War drove away million people.

Although it is impossible that all of them died, some definitely escaped.

"Let the court review the personnel and those with extremely light sentences that do not violate the constitution. Those with sentences of less than one year should be released, and those with sentences of more than one year should be sent to labor reform. Aren't there large areas of cacti planted in the Sonora desert? Send them there. Those who perform well can have their sentences reduced."

"Serious criminal...what do you think of sending him to America?"

Alfred Rosenberg smiled wryly, "General, the United States no longer accepts any immigrants from Mexico and has sent troops to the border. They are even planning to build a wall."

Made…

The Americans have become bad people now.

I am not even allowed to take out the trash.

Victor was silent for a moment. "Then send him to a labor camp as well. Don't put him with the prisoners with minor sentences. If he escapes from prison or commits other acts, he will be severely punished. He may even be sentenced to death!"

"Also, we need to find a way to increase our population. The population of Japan's hundreds of thousands of square meters is the same as ours. We need to have at least 2 million people. We need to find a way to provide women with some policy-based childcare protection."

Abbreviation: giving birth!

"Okay." Alfred Rosenberg nodded. He was not worried. After all, humans are animals. If the environment is good, food is sufficient, and safety is guaranteed, naturally many will want to have children.

"I plan to set up a science department within the Ministry of Civil Affairs, mainly to support domestic scientific projects. How about you be in charge?"

Alfred's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a knock on the door. When he looked, it was Casare.

"Boss, Boss!" The other party was very excited, holding a document in his hand, "The Norwegian Nobel Committee awards you the Nobel Peace Prize!"

!!!

Victor stood up immediately, took the fax, and saw that it praised his efforts, commended his achievements, and extolled his virtues.

???

This doesn't sound like myself at all.

"How much did you give?" Victor asked, looking up suddenly.

Casare was stunned. ???

"I mean, how much did you donate to the Norwegian Nobel Committee?"

"Boss! This is real. You have to believe that your morals are good enough to win this award!"

"Fuck you, don't I know my morals?"

Victor does not think that he is a good person. According to statistics, more than 60 people died directly or indirectly at his hands, and millions of people were displaced. He is just a tyrant.

Spain even banned Mexican athletes from entering the 1992 Barcelona Olympics, and the two countries completely severed diplomatic relations.

The European and American circles are still very unfriendly to him.

And what is Norway? A virgin bitch shop.

Would that place be so good that I could win a peace prize?
What does this amount to?
Lei Jiayin celebrates Louis XVI's centenary - WTF, where's your head?
It's this sense of shock.

Casare was no fool, and he immediately understood the situation. "Boss, do you mean they want to cause trouble? That's impossible. Is Norway that bold?"

"What if the plane explodes mid-flight?"

There is no need to say more...

Europeans and Americans can really do it. Victor is still the leader of Mexico. If he is gone, who will come to power next? The internal situation will soon collapse.

No one has his prestige, do you know?

“Let the Norwegian Nobel Committee come to Mexico to award the prizes and give them 1000 million Norwegian kroner (less than one million U.S. dollars).”

"What if they don't come? After all, awarding the Nobel Prize in Norway has always been their bottom line."

Victor glanced at it and said, "There must be something wrong. They don't even want the money. This shows that the Europeans and Americans really want to kill me. Bottom line? People with bottom line would have died long ago. Europe and America have no morals, the Middle East has no peace, and the Indians have no scalp. These are three obvious things."

"Okay, I'll go ask now."

Casare nodded vigorously and said fiercely, "If you lie to us, I will... blow up Nobel's grave!"

……

(End of this chapter)