Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 524 Time flies so fast~
It was just dawn.

Carter climbed out of bed, waking up his wife who was sleeping next to him. The latter whispered, "Jimmy, why are you here so early?"

"I'm going to work first, you can sleep for a while."

"So early?" Rosalin touched her glasses on the bedside table, put them on, and looked at the alarm clock. It was only a little after 5 o'clock.

Carter slept for less than three hours!

The old man kissed Rosalin on the forehead and walked out of the room with a hunched back.

His wife glanced at him and sighed softly.

He didn't have to take over. According to US succession law, someone would have taken over the position of president, but really... the civil unrest in the United States was too serious.

Texas is ready to make a move.

More than a dozen extremist organizations began to recruit people in a big way.

Some cult organizations have begun to promote doomsday theories.

Many wonderful things can be born on the soil of the United States.

"Good morning, sir." A cleaning staff member in the White House greeted him when he saw him.

"Hello, Custer." Carter squinted his eyes to see the person clearly, and said with a gentle smile.

The staff member opposite was startled and said in surprise, "Do you still remember me, sir?"

"You've been working here since I first came to the White House. That's been... 31 years, right?"

"Yeah, 31 years!"

Carter sighed, "Time flies by so fast. Look at me, I am getting old. Maybe one day, God will ask me to have tea."

Such teasing words made the other party couldn't help but laugh.

After chatting for a few words, Carter was about to leave when the other party suddenly called him. He turned around in confusion and saw the other party biting his tongue. He asked hesitantly, "Will the United States restore order?"

"Trust me, man."

Carter gave him a hug and left, covering his mouth and coughing softly.

"He is such a good person." The staff member sighed with a complicated look in his eyes.

The old man walked to the office building. He lived in the White House. No one had come to work at this time, only the staff on duty. When they saw him, they all stood up and greeted him.

"Frank, could you bring me today's newspaper?"

"Okay, sir!" a middle-aged man responded.

I hurriedly gathered up the newspapers that were delivered today, knocked on the door and entered the office, "Sir, everything is here."

"Thank you."

When Frank left, he couldn't help but look back and closed the door gently.

Carter picked up the newspaper.

He knew that the CIA, FBI and even other intelligence agencies liked to keep secrets from him, but the media would not, they would only exaggerate the facts.

"The Texas extremist organization, the Order of the Light, will demand the enactment of the Second Class Act, which would classify Latinos, blacks, and Asians as second-class citizens..."

"???"

Carter looked incredulous. He looked at the newspaper - The Washington Post?
Is this world so crazy?
"As long as the Indians are here, the white people are second-class citizens." He shook his head and used a pen to write down the important things he saw today in a blank notebook.

It is convenient to hold a morning meeting in the morning.

An old man who is almost 78 years old works so hard. If you can't afford a -yuan eyebrow pencil, you should think about whether you have worked hard.

He was busy until 7:30. After going downstairs to have breakfast, he called everyone to prepare for the meeting.

8:30am…

All the people that could be called upon were called upon, including the Pentagon, the U.S. State Department, the Treasury Department, the Justice Department, and the Supreme Court.

The first thing Carter said almost scared everyone to death.

"Ladies and gentlemen, America is falling apart!"

? ? ? ? ?

puff…

Some people almost spit out the water in their mouths after drinking it to refresh themselves.

Everyone looked at him in amazement.

"Haha, Mr. Carter, is today April Fool's Day?" The Secretary of the Treasury said with a smile. He spread out his hands and looked to the side, but no one laughed with him.

Carter's face was gloomy. This good old man was so mild even when he lost his temper. "This is not funny at all. In one month, the crime rate in the United States soared by 33%!"

"And confidence in the U.S. government dropped by 22%!"

“Statistics don’t lie.”

"If they keep going like this, will you wake up when they form a rebel army, break into the White House, and burn it down like the UK and Canada did?"

Not all of you here are useless. After all, there are also outstanding people who have emerged from the elites.

"We need to restore the public's view of the government. Also, we need to send troops to fight against the extreme right militants, suppress them, and send them to Angolan prisons!"

"In addition, we need to provide condolences to veterans and make up for the shortfall in condolence money. In addition, I propose to improve the welfare benefits of veterans and combat troops, especially after retirement, by providing interest-free loans and a series of policy support."

What Carter said above is a lot of nonsense, but to be honest, it does work.

Francesca Daniels, the president of the House of Representatives, said, "What about the money?"

“I hope Congress will appropriate the funds.”

The Senate and the House of Representatives speakers looked at each other and kept silent. It was difficult to talk about the money.

Americans...

You can take my life, but you can't take my money.

Carter was a little angry and shouted, "Can't you take out some of the money and give it to the poor?!"

Everyone was silent.

After three or four minutes of hard control, the old man finally sighed helplessly, "Let's ignore this matter for now. Let's send out troops to suppress the extreme right organizations and declare several parties with serious racial discrimination, such as the Brotherhood and the Skinheads, as terrorist organizations and arrest them all."

Someone opened his mouth. That was a fraternity with huge influence in the United States, and the most important thing was...votes.

But Carter didn't care. He felt that he didn't know how many years he had left to live, so why did he need votes? He just wanted to die with those extremist members!
Cleaned up...

"I'll arrange it when I get down." The new person in charge of the Pentagon nodded.

"Within ten days, I have only one request, to restore a clean society!"

After everyone left, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Ms. Francesca Daniels, stayed behind deliberately. She looked at Carter, who was sitting on the chair panting, and there was a flash of pity in her eyes.

"Anything else? Daniels."

"I will try to persuade others to join the Veterans Bill in Congress. Of course, this is only a possibility. You should know that there are too many interests involved."

VA (Department of Veterans Affairs) does not deal with personnel matters, but at least it is doing it, and many scandals were actually exposed by pharmaceutical companies with Jewish capital.

why?
For nearly 100 billion US dollars in subsidies that year!

Recently, a congressman proposed to transfer the medical care of veterans to local hospitals...

Capital wants to make money from it.

Anyone can see it clearly.

Where do those extreme right organizations get their weapons when they cause trouble? The National Rifle Association, they even take orders for automatic rifles privately, get it?
These are all hard-earned money.

We need to see the essence of things. The reason why the United States is in chaos is because someone wants it to be in chaos. Only when it is in chaos can we have the opportunity to make money. Doesn't Carter understand?

He understands very well!

He was a president. Facing Daniels' words, he was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "People should always do something for the world when they are alive. Maybe I will die tomorrow, but someone will always remember me."

Daniels nodded. She didn't try to persuade him further, but just reminded him to be careful.

Carter was the only one left in the office.

There was a flash of determination in his turbid eyes. He would never allow anyone to tear his country apart!

As the White House order was signed.

The Pentagon began mobilizing troops, and the troops entered riot control mode, while Carter called the governors of every state and asked them to maintain order.

Many states are still willing to give face.

Riot police began to move out and arrest far-right groups.

Detroit, Michigan!
Hundreds of armed men resisted thousands of skinheads who rushed towards the army shouting slogans!

The skinheads are the NC party.

A bunch of idiots...

Looking at the crowd rushing over, the police chief who led the team waved his hand, and the water cannon truck behind him sprayed hard, and the people in the front were rushed out seven or eight meters!
The police standing at the back of the formation raised their capture guns and stun guns and began to call the rioters names.

It turns out…

What's the difference between you charging at a fully armed army and fighting with armored soldiers with your bare hands?
The police may hold back on you, but the army won’t. They will just go up and beat you up.

Just one day after Carter signed the order, 1788 people were arrested!
On the second day, the number reached a terrifying 6000 people!

By the fifth day, more than 6 people had been arrested across the United States and sent to prison.

Those organizations that shouted about the end of the world were also hit hard and beaten into pieces.

Hong Xiuquan?
How many punches can Hong Xiuquan take?
The streets across the United States suddenly seemed empty.

……

Carter! Dictator!

Victor lay on a recliner, holding an American newspaper, all of which were critical of Carter's policies, and few of which praised his actions.

There are also extremist groups that have written death letters to the White House.

Said he would kill Carter!
"The old man is planning to use it as a suicide truck." Victor sighed.

Kwaukmot, who was sitting next to him, was stunned. After he understood what was said, he almost laughed out loud, "Carter will not have a good ending. Maybe... he is like toilet paper, used and thrown away."

They are all in the political circle, can't you see that?
"He's a good man, but not a good president," Victor agreed.

"Should we still meet him?" asked Kwaukmote.

"Of course, no matter what, we have to step up when there is something profitable. Moreover, I don't think Carter can integrate social contradictions. At most, he can suppress them. When the internal explosion occurs, the resulting force will be more serious."

"But none of this is our business."

Quaukemot nodded and chuckled. "Maybe, we can set fire to the White House in our lifetime."

Victor's eyelids jumped, and he turned to look at the other person, who spread his hands and said, "You always have to have dreams."

"Hahahaha, then I will definitely pee in the corner and then say, Victor was here!"

After the two of them laughed and joked with each other, they got down to business.

“How is the new currency going?”

"It has been gradually implemented. The countries within the People's Union have already started to replace each other. Similarly, I plan to announce the new currency pegged to oil by the end of the year."

"And, Victor..."

Cuauhcmote lowered his voice and was somewhat excited. "We have discovered a new oil field on the border between Guatemala and Chiapas, Mexico. Our exploration staff have roughly explored it and found that it is about 11 billion barrels. This scale ranks th in the world!"

"But this is only an estimate, the exact number is not clear because half of it is in Guatemala."

When Victor heard the data, he sat up from his chair.

Big oil field!
Super large oil field!
Greed suddenly appeared in his eyes. This was war material and could not be reproducible. He really wanted to take it for himself.

Quau Kmote told him this, and actually planned to eat it himself.

But Victor shook his head. "If we mine it, anyone with eyes will know that Alfonso Portillo of the Guatemalan Workers' Party will have a problem with us. I know what you want to say. We can change someone."

"But interests cannot be obtained by simply changing people. Otherwise, the United States would not return the Panama Canal. The path we want to take is different from the US military hegemony. We want a win-win situation. We can directly tell Alfonso Portillo that we are willing to help him mine, but we want to take the lion's share of it."

"Most importantly, the sales rights belong only to Mexico."

"What if you don't agree?"

Victor narrowed his eyes, "Don't agree? Then just leave it there and let's see who dares to open it!"

At worst, I'll just use this part of mine.

Don't eat and drink a toast?
Alfonso Portillo is no idiot.

Kwaukmot thought about it and nodded, "I'll call him and tell him in person."

"Speak more politely, don't let him have any grudges, let him know that we are here to help him."

Do you understand PUA?

Military occupation has never been the first choice, economic bondage is the only way.

Guatemala must be inseparable from Mexican manufacturing!
Just like the United States tied up Mexico, now Mexico is going to tie up Guatemala instead.

"clear."

"By the way, who are you going to invite to your wedding on November 11th?"

"Do you need to come here in person? Why don't you just give it to someone else?" Victor looked at him.

Kwaukmot: "You promised to let me be your best man, so of course I have to help."

"Invite all the old people who followed me in the past, and select 100 people from Guadalupe Island. In addition, each soldier in the army will receive a 2000-peso red envelope from my fund."

Generous!

Victor is simply generous.

"But it doesn't have to be too extravagant, just keep it simple. I don't want people to think I'm an asshole who only knows how to enjoy myself."

"Don't worry, just leave it to me. I will definitely make it a glorious event for you."

Victor always felt that there was something wrong with Quauk-Motte's smile, but he didn't care and just sat there quietly.

I feel a little emotional.

It’s almost 31!
Getting married too.

It turns out that time is the best killing weapon.

Unconsciously.

The person left.

Everything happens in a moment and is fleeting.

The wind blew on the tree in front of him, and it trembled slightly. A leaf slowly fell down with all its strength and hit the ground.

Also swore...

It has been here.

(End of this chapter)