Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 525: Where even Jesus had to wear a bulletproof vest!
Carter's "anti-gang order" aroused the rebellious psychology of many people.

1992 10 Month 8 Day.

The famous cult organization Branch Davidian put up a desperate fight in a firefight with local police, and the police directly brought in military-grade weapons - cannons!
They began to bombard the small courtyard.

This scene was recorded by more than a dozen media outlets present, and even the reporters couldn't believe it and kept saying OMG.

If you don’t know, you might think he’s still watching porn.

You know, there are said to be more than hundreds of people in that yard!
It turns out…

Never compete with the army in firepower. The M119 howitzer fired three times in a row. Although there were only two guns, the resistance inside collapsed instantly.

The police, who had been prepared, rushed in.

The reporters wanted to follow in but were blocked and could only see bodies being carried out one after another.

"We can see that these bodies were obviously abused before death." The reporter tried to be as tactful as possible and wanted to put the blame on the leader of the cult, but what did the people in front of the TV feel?
Carter is incompetent!

The government is incompetent!

The White House is incompetent!

What mistake did they make?

Need a cannon?

Could it be that the U.S. government’s military is no longer able to defeat Mexico and has started shooting inward?
The photo of the cult leader David Koresh was repeatedly broadcast on TV. Similarly, some media outlets with ill intentions said, "The police beat to death David Koresh, a dozen of his children, and about 90 believers."

But they didn’t say…

This bastard raped a young girl when he was 18, and then developed a harem. He also took drugs, engaged in group sex, smuggling, and illegal possession of weapons, etc. He is a pest.

But the Americans didn't care, they just saw Carter killing innocent people indiscriminately.

On October 10, two members of a far-right organization drove into the second-floor underground parking lot of the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York, carrying more than 10 kilograms of bombs in their car, and then...detonated it.

The bomb created a large pit 60 meters long and 30 meters wide, and fires broke out in many places in the building, resulting in 6 deaths and 1042 injuries!
October 10 was the meeting time originally agreed upon with Mexican senior officials.

However, during the pre-takeoff inspection of Air Force One, an unknown sticky substance was found in the engine, and the flight had to be stopped.

Even the good guy Carter was enraged.

At the airport, he shouted, "What are you doing? Are you going to kill me, the president? If killing me can bring peace to the United States, then come and kill me!"

The CIA director and the FBI director also looked unhappy.

"Change to a helicopter."

Carter took a deep breath and tried to adjust his mood.

"Sir, how about changing the time?" the chief of staff suggested.

"I have to go even if it's hailing. The peace between the US and Mexico has a great impact on North America and the world. I must go."

Seeing how determined he was, there was nothing we could do but to dispatch a CH-53 transport helicopter from a nearby military base to carry the delegation to Mexico City.

"If someone launches an RPG attack at this moment, the United States will be paralyzed again." FBI Director Floyd I. Clark raised his head and said this dimly.

Everyone was so scared that they looked at him in horror.

"Shut up! Idiot!" CIA Director Melia Cruz glared in dissatisfaction.

The other party didn't even refute. He looked at me deeply and turned away.

Looking at his back, Melia Cruz, who had worked in intelligence for nearly 30 years, always felt that something was wrong.

intuition!

Besides, that was too creepy.

"Find someone to keep an eye on him. Keep a close eye on him. I want to know what kind of condom he uses when he has sex." She whispered to the deputy director beside her.

"You suspect him of... betrayal!"

The deputy director asked in a low voice, narrowing his eyes.

Melia Cruz didn't say anything this time, but her woman's sixth sense made her feel that there must be something wrong with Floyd I. Clark.

Otherwise, how could he be so lucky and not die?

Mexico also received news that the US President was taking a helicopter.

This made the foreign affairs department responsible for the reception busy rolling up the prepared red carpet and laying it out in the Mexico City military camp two kilometers away from the National Palace, where the US military's CH-53 transport helicopter would land.

And the two sides will hold in-depth talks here.

At 12:30 noon, the transport plane entered the city under the escort of two Mexican F-15Es.

Looking down at Mexico from a high altitude, Carter said nothing. The people below were like worker ants, building the entire country.

He saw a thriving scene.

Just like the rising sun.

The helicopter slowly lowered its altitude and finally stopped on the apron with an "H" written on it. Carter saw a group of Mexicans walking towards him.

The leader was undoubtedly Victor.

"Slow down, Mr. Carter." He personally reached out to support the other party, "Welcome to Mexico."

"Thank you."

The old man glanced at everyone, and suddenly paused, and saw an acquaintance standing not far away, "Angel, Richie, long time no see."

Angel Ureña and Rich Miller were on the list. Both of them were Clinton's loyal "Eagle Claws". It was puzzling when they "rebelled" and joined Mexico.

At this time, the former served as Mexico's ambassador plenipotentiary for North American affairs.

Rich Miller, the former director of the Secret Service, is now the vice president of the Mexican Special Police Academy and director of the Operations Bureau of the Ministry of Police, which is considered a high-ranking position.

Miller didn't know how to answer. After all, there were many Mexican high-ranking officials around here. If he made a mistake, his political career would be over.

Angel Ureña's tone was very cold, even sarcastic, "Yes, it's been a long time. We almost died together. Fortunately, Clinton died."

Victor stood nearby, looking pleased with himself.

Carter sighed, "Sorry~"

The main thing is that Angel Ureña’s experience is indeed distressing. Clinton is not a human being. He took advantage of people and even wanted to kill them.

"You can come back to the United States when you have time. Your home is still there."

Angel Ureña's eyes were filled with anger. "Home? It's long gone. My wife and children are dead. I am Mexican now and I will always be Mexican!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Carter. I won't treat them badly. One of them is my ambassador to North America, and the other is the deputy minister of police. I have one good point. I trust people I employ, and I don't employ them if I don't trust them. I don't think too much about them. If you or the gentlemen and ladies behind you want to change your workplace, you are welcome to come to me. Mexico has a lot of work to do, and many positions are vacant."

???

Recruiting people in public?

The Americans who followed looked at each other and dared not say a word.

They don't want to be on the CIA's must-kill list, and the bounties on Angel Ureña and Rich Miller are still on the black market.

"Victor, let's not talk about this, let's talk about serious things." Carter said a little irritably.

Victor smiled and nodded, making a gesture of invitation. A group of people surrounded the two of them and walked into an empty office with bottles of mineral water on the table.

It also says on it: Yili Natural Mineral Water.

The company also has a fairly large factory in Mexico, with approximately 1200 employees. It now produces exclusive beverages for the Mexican government.

Carter saw the Chinese characters written on it at a glance and thought a lot. It seems that Mexico and the University of the East are already deeply bound economically.

Being able to use mineral water from other countries as a treat for foreign guests is a signal in itself.

Telling Carter...

But I also have a “brother standing guard” next to me.

Carter took a sip of the mineral water and put it aside. "This is my first time in Mexico during my term. I am very happy that there has been a qualitative change. Mexico is no longer a drug den, but a real country."

"But I hope that the relationship between the United States and Mexico can be better, especially by putting aside the barriers and jointly entering a stage of peaceful development."

Victor folded his arms, "Of course, war is not good for anyone. We are willing to do it, but it is always the United States that provokes first, and we are forced to fight back."

It's all your fault, don't blame me, I don't want to get involved in any shit. Carter felt that the other party was too slippery, so he was silent for a while, and then he started to speak directly, "I hope we can limit large-scale weapons, and it would be best if we can open up trade and borders between the two sides and establish diplomatic relations with each other."

"I also hope that the United States, Mexico and Canada can work together, preferably to reduce or eliminate tariffs, and reach cooperation on economic and employment issues."

North American trade agreement?

Maybe Carter means well, and it can stimulate Mexican consumption, but if tariffs are really reduced, Mexico's industry and commerce will be devastated. Can you outperform the US manufacturing industry?
He refused directly, "I don't agree..."

Simple and straightforward.

"Why?" Carter asked, frowning.

"Because we are unhappy, people who break up in a relationship have to reconcile and spend time and energy on it. You just want to reconcile, but that's hard to justify, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Victor's face hardened, "More money!"

Carter's expression froze instantly.

……

The negotiations lasted until 3 p.m.

The old man nearly died on the table.

When I got up, my legs felt weak.

However, the results were significant. Although Victor disagreed with the Massive Weapons Restriction Act, he promised that he would never fire the first shot.

The U.S.-Mexico border will be open and American agricultural products will be allowed in.

At the same time, NATO will not impose any military or economic sanctions on the People's Alliance. The meaning is very clear. I can't defeat it, and I'm too lazy to fight. Let it be destroyed, that's all.

Carter is a smart man. How many people will have to die if you want to break the blockade of Cuba and Mexico?
If you insist on starting a war, it would be better for us to just disintegrate.

This is just admitting defeat with your nose pinched.

In addition, an apology will be made again for the invasion of Mexico during the Mexican-American War, and the two sides will exchange letters of credence and establish a diplomatic zone.

Mexico increases its troop presence in San Diego to 1000 troops.

The two sides strengthened cooperation in areas such as drug control, smuggling, and human organ trafficking.

Victor originally wanted Carter to arrest the celebrities on Little St. James Island, but the other party did not agree, so the plan was shelved.

Suddenly, Carter grabbed Victor's arm and raised his head, his cloudy eyes reddened. "Victor, are you proud? You defeated the United States, you defeated the drug dealers, and you became one of the most powerful people in the world!"

This... sounds like a helpless old man whispering?
Victor lowered his head and looked at Carter, who was hunched over. How could he describe the look in his eyes? Pity? No, no, no, it was more like a plea, hoping to hear the answer he wanted to hear.

"I have never been happy about defeating drug dealers. Since the war on drugs began, how many military and civilian casualties have we suffered? 371213!"

"I have seen corpses everywhere, I have seen displacement, I have seen wild dogs eating people, and I have also seen crying children."

“I feel so sad for them!”

"I have never started a rebellion for my own selfish desires, but for the sake of millions of people. The world should not be like this. Everyone has the right to enjoy life. We want to live like human beings. Mr. Carter, power is given to me by the people, and I will eventually serve the people!"

"I am doing this for my hundreds of millions of compatriots!"

"I also want to seek justice. Why does the United States treat us like a toilet? Why do Americans treat us as a second-class country?"

"Are you asking me what I'm proud of?"

"I am never proud that I unified Mexico, but I am proud that I pulled the United States down from the altar. It turns out... you can also bleed."

Carter opened his mouth, patted his hands, and forced a stiff smile on his face. "I hope you can understand the pain brought by war. It has been less than 50 years since World War II."

"What is painful is never the war, but the lack of determination to cut off the rotten flesh." Victor said in a deep voice.

Of course the old man understood what he meant...

But how difficult is it to cut off the rotten flesh of the United States?

Unless the classes are broken down and America is reorganized...

But that's impossible.

Victor wanted to invite Carter to have afternoon tea, but Carter refused and flew back to the United States by helicopter.

As he boarded the plane, he paused, turned his head to look at Angel Ureña and Rich Miller, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, America has failed you."

The former had a blank expression on his face.

What were you doing earlier?
If sorry works, what's the point of hatred?
After watching the helicopter leave.

Angel Ureña shook his head and said, "Carter will die a miserable death."

He glanced at all the Mexican senior officials present. "He wants to be a reformer, but he is not Roosevelt, he is not even Kennedy. He is just Carter, a Carter who has no say."

"So, General, I have a suggestion. We should buy off more media and do our best to disrupt their internal affairs. Then, they won't have time to focus on the economy, and the gap will eventually narrow."

"Even if Carter dies again..."

"Shh!"

Victor motioned him not to say anything further, walked over, and gently straightened his clothes. "Angel, I know you hate them. I agree with your plan. You want to slowly boil the United States to death like a frog in warm wine. But Carter can't move now. They need time, and so do we. We need to achieve our strategic goals."

“Bring all of Latin America to the People’s League.”

“It’s hard…” Angel Ureña said softly.

"We have to do it. As long as we help them fight drugs and maintain local law and order, and they enjoy the dividends of peace, they will be reluctant to let go. When they understand that we can bring them benefits, they will all unite around us, and then Latin America will be able to trap the United States to death."

What is this called?
Make friends far away and attack nearby?

No, no, no, this is called the "Anti-American Plan."

"Now let's take our eyes off the United States. I plan to annex Belize. What do you have in mind?"

Annexation?!
Angel Ureña and Rich Miller looked up at him.

This word has a strong war flavor since World War II, and most countries do not dare to risk the wrath of the world.

"There are British troops stationed over there."

"A team of several hundred people is vulnerable. We need a name now."

The area of ​​Belize has a good geographical location and can be used as a military port. Although the area is not large, only more than 20,000 square kilometers, it is also strategically important.

The seafood is good and it can also be used as an agricultural export port.

"It is said that... that is also the land of Mayan civilization. Mexico has been the birthplace of Mayan civilization since ancient times. We can go there in the name of recovering our homeland. However, I personally think it is better to go there in the name of drug control and anti-crime, saying that it is for the purpose of maintaining border stability."

"Give me a complete plan?"

"Of course!" Angel Ureña nodded vigorously.

Victor patted his shoulder with satisfaction and turned away.

Rich Miller frowned. "What does he want Belize for?"

"It's close to the Caribbean Sea. It doesn't even take a day for the navy to reach South America. Perhaps the general is preparing to send troops to Colombia to fight drug trafficking?"

"??? Do you have any news?" Rich Miller asked with his eyes wide open.

"No, but Colombia can't hold on any longer. The drug cartel formed by the Medellin and Cali Cartels, together with the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, are about to attack Bogota."

Angel Ureña looked at the confused face of the other party and raised his eyebrows. "Read the news more when you have time. Pablo clamored in the media that he wanted to unify Colombia and then march north to destroy Mexico."

"Too arrogant. The general will definitely not tolerate it. Just wait and see. When the Colombian government can no longer bear it and applies to join the People's Alliance, the peacekeeping force will enter the battlefield. At that time, Mexico's war horn will be sounded again."

“Drug prohibition… is really a good excuse.”

Rich Miller sighed, they are all wise people.

It is nothing more than to deepen the voice in Latin America.

Otherwise, who would want to go to a place like this with cesspools everywhere?

Where even Jesus had to wear a bulletproof vest…

(End of this chapter)