Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 526 Since ancient times...

Ángel Ureña returned to the office intending to work overnight.

Of course he has the ability to be Clinton's chief of staff, but he just wants to be a bitch and pretend to be a saint at the same time, okay!
He flipped through the "History of Mexico" and found that Belize belonged to the Mexican Empire before the 18th century. Isn't that better?

Since ancient times…

He was just about to sort out the materials when the phone on the table rang. He picked it up casually and heard Victor's voice on the other end. He quickly put down his pen and said, "General..."

"Angel, I have something to ask you. How do you think we can quickly increase our influence in Europe and America?"

Victor is of course famous now, but it is a notorious name. In Spain, he was portrayed as a tyrant. The two sides completely broke off diplomatic relations, and Mexico did not send anyone to the Spanish Summer Games.

Oh, by the way, there are also people from the Intelligence Agency over there. What are they doing?
Inciting Catalan independence!
Overthrow the royal family, what era is this? Let’s play Candy Crush with NMD’s Louis XVI!

The same is true in the UK. They believe that Prince Michael was killed in the bombing because of Victor. CIA-6 was unable to find out who it was because too many terrorist organizations have acknowledged it.

"I mean to expand our reputation among the people."

Angel Ureña tapped the table with his right hand. "Europeans, Americans and Latin Americans all like sports. We can acquire some clubs, such as British football clubs, American rugby clubs, baseball clubs, and so on."

He paused and said, "Many famous people use this method."

Victor nodded when he heard this. In his previous life, he had heard about a Russian oligarch buying Chelsea and causing a financial crisis, and a consortium from the Middle East buying Newcastle. Why? Wasn't it just to save their reputation?
You should know that in some European and American movies, people wearing a piece of cloth on their heads are all playing members of terrorist organizations, the kind who carry AKs and sweep around.

Slowly and gradually, under the global layout of American Hollywood movies, Middle Eastern people were linked to terrorist organizations. This reputation only gradually dissipated until they started to spend money everywhere.

What is this called?
A war of ideologies!

"How about I buy the Hollywood film company?" Victor asked suddenly.

"That is the Jewish consciousness camp. They will unite to kill us."

How many people have been poisoned by Hollywood movies?
At the time of the Mexican-American War at the beginning of the year, several small companies jointly shot a drool-worthy film called "Victor the Tyrant", the kind that makes you cramp. The total investment was only 15 US dollars, and it was shoddy, but because it happened to be in the limelight, how much money did they make?
$722 million!
Victor has become a big IP.

So far, there are nearly ten Hollywood movies targeting him, and more than half of them are smearing him.

Casarre was so angry that he wanted to blow up Hollywood.

Victor stopped it.

"So how do you think you can gain control in the ideological struggle?"

“Throw money!”

Victor's face stiffened. "So direct?"

"It costs money to buy a club. We can also hold awards similar to those in Hollywood with higher prize money. There will always be people who come for money. Maybe money can't change anything, but it can definitely change Americans."

I am a traitor to the United States. Don't I know what Americans are thinking?

"So which American team has the greatest influence?"

"In baseball, the New York Yankees or the Los Angeles Dodgers, and in football, the San Francisco 49ers and the Dallas Cowboys are the best. There are also basketball, American football, etc."

Victor thought for a moment, "I see, thank you very much."

After saying that, he hung up the phone. Listening to the busy tone, Angel Ureña was stunned. Would the general really buy it? It's not that he doesn't have the money. Hope Group's global assets exceed 100 billion US dollars. With a Mexico that is booming and a rising Dongda pawn market, how could he be short of money?

But I’m afraid the Americans don’t want to sell.

Most of this is in the hands of the Jews.

In the office at the National Palace.

Victor looked at Nouriel Best, CEO of Hope Group, and said, "You heard it too. What do you think?"

"I will find someone to evaluate these teams..."

"There are also England, Spain, France, Germany, and Italy. We can pick a team with a long history from each of them to buy. I think we can form a sports company. What do you think?"

Victor has a big appetite...

"Oh no! Looks like I have to work overtime again," said Nouriel Best with a smile.

"Make more money while you are young so we can enjoy our time together when we are old."

In fact, Best has been financially independent for a long time. In 1991 alone, his personal income exceeded 1200 million US dollars. It’s just that Victor needs a white glove now.

It's like...cough cough cough.

Nouriel Best smiled and said that Victor was just making big promises and the atmosphere of the conversation was very good.

dong dong dong~
"Come in."

Confidential Secretary Martin Baumann walked in with a strange look on his face, "General, the Nobel Committee has come to Mexico City with the trophy."

"Are they really coming?"

I had been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize before, but I refused to go because it was in Europe and the United States. I even asked the other party to send it to me. I didn’t expect this to be true?
"They must have come all the way here for something," Nouriel Best whispered. "I heard the Nobel Prize pool is running low."

"The Nobel Foundation has made a mistake in its investment. This year's prize money is only about 40 kronor, which is a significant reduction. Maybe... they want to make extra money. The United States originally agreed to invest, but it hasn't paid the money from the United Nations last year. Now there is almost famine."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the award controlled by Europe and the United States is willing to let a Mexican receive it.

"Please arrange it."

The confidential secretary nodded and hurried to make arrangements.

Victor took his time smoking a cigarette.

Anxious?
Why are you in a hurry? There are great scholars here to debate for me!

After about forty minutes, he put out his cigarette and stood up. "Let's go and see what's going on."

...

When Carter dozed off in the CH-53 transport helicopter, the old man was really tired from all the traveling and he began to snore.

"Sir, sir."

Suddenly he felt someone gently push him, and he opened his eyes immediately, "What's wrong?"

"Almost there, five minutes left, get ready to descend."

Carter nodded and was about to stand up and stretch when he suddenly heard a bang. Was it the sound of the cabin door being hit?

"Gun! Someone's shooting!"

The security guard next to him immediately held the old man's head down.

The pilot also looked panicked, but he still managed to hold back and contacted the ground, "Control Tower, Control Tower! We are under fire! We are under fire!"

He flew directly to the White House, which means there was a gunman hiding nearby.

When the staff heard the news, they were so frightened that their scalps went numb. Shit, there won’t be another one dead, right? Why say again?

The police and the Secret Service were quickly dispatched to search the area, and the helicopter on the roof was also launched to escort the CH-53 transport helicopter down. Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

But when Carter got off the helicopter, his legs went limp and the bodyguard next to him supported him. The old man took a few deep breaths before he stood firm. He stretched out his hand to signal that he was fine and turned to look at the door of the CH-53 transport helicopter.

Made…

One groove is obvious!

"This should be a pistol. If it had a little more power, it would have penetrated it." The bodyguard next to him said in a deep voice.

Carter really wanted to cry now.

Kennedy was not as miserable as himself. At least he passed by without saying a word. He was enjoying the fear, but he still had to be tough, "It seems that God is on my side."

Big Brother…

You almost competed with God for the nice guy card.

I am old and can’t keep a straight face anymore, but at least I can hold my urine. Unlike some people, they can’t hold their urine and can’t even tell the directions.

"Sir, please go back first and leave this to us."

Carter nodded, took a deep breath, and his back hunched over.

The newly appointed director of the Secret Service had a grim look on his face. Just think about it… he was supposed to be a gatekeeper, but when he woke up, he found that the gate had been robbed. How would you feel?
He roared and sent people out, and also contacted Fawborough, and finally caught the murderer, a 17-year-old white gunman, who was holding a pistol and intended to randomly kill White House staff to express his dissatisfaction with Carter's policies.

But who knew, when he looked up, a helicopter came down. His intuition told him that there must be an important person here, so he raised his head and shot him.

Well, when he was caught, the FBI's body camera was out of battery, the baton was fully charged, his body was thin, his face was chubby, his speech was slurred, and after two punches, he couldn't even tell who his parents were.

Eleanor Rosaline, who rushed over after hearing the news, saw Carter, ran over and hugged him, tears streaming down her face. The 68-year-old woman almost had a heart attack.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm standing here." Holding his wife in his arms, Carter showed his tenderness as a husband and comforted her in a gentle tone.

"Resign, let's go back to our hometown and farm, or we can manage our Carter House and not come to the White House."

She was really scared. She was afraid that one day she would open her eyes and become like Jacqueline.

Of course, Jacqueline was young and could still marry again.

But her relationship with Carter is not comparable to that of a shipping tycoon, and they have been through thick and thin together for decades.

"If I leave in fear, then when I die, my epitaph will only say that I am a coward. Rosalynn, I have been bravest twice. One was when I loved you, one was when I entered the White House, and the other one is when I leave it to America."

Carter gently wiped the tears from the other's eyes.

The only thing missing at this moment is a reporter.

He is an honest man. If it were Trump, whose hair looks like a map of Tongliao, he would have to give you a reporter and say, "I can conquer women, and I can conquer America."

Oh, this guy is starting his own company now.

Finally came back from the brink of bankruptcy.

After Carter calmed Rosaline down, he walked back to the office and called all the senior executives over. He did not become hysterical, nor did he explain his own experience. He just looked at them quietly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, America should cut its own flesh!"

After the meeting, he called Jewish Capital and the Anzac Consortium. No one knew what was said, but Congress soon passed a bill prohibiting racial discrimination and automatically classifying organizations with racial identities as terrorist organizations.

and also…

The whole country entered a state of war readiness.

The army entered the streets to maintain order.

Demand that the extreme right-wing organizations be completely eliminated by the end of the year.

The news media also began to change their tone. They no longer spoke ill of Carter, but instead tried their best to build momentum for him, saying that he was saving America.

Anyway, it seems like everything is going well.

But violence never stops so easily.

The suppressed extreme right-wing organizations would certainly not surrender without any effort. They pooled some money and tried every means to contact famous organizations.

Hydra!
"900 million dollars to assassinate Carter?"

In a castle in Kingston, Canada.

The leader of Hydra, Heinrich Luipold, clicked his tongue twice as he pressed the letter. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but his eyes looked uncomfortable, like... a butcher.

"A message was sent from Mexico City, asking us not to touch Carter or anything targeting the United States for the time being." Deputy Reinhard Tristan Eugen, who was handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes, shook his head and said.

The former looked at Reinhard's face and spoke with a hint of jealousy. He coughed and said, "Is this the general's order?"

"Yes!"

"The general sometimes has wild thoughts," Heinrich Luitpold said softly.

The deputy's eyes widened immediately. He knew that Heinrich Luitpold was a cocky person. Although he was loyal, there was no doubt about that, but sometimes he didn't know what to say or what not to say, without any scruples.

He...is floating!
With the support of strong funds, intelligence, etc., Hydra has more than 3 employees worldwide and is fully capable of subverting a small country. They even planned the "Fall of London", which made them famous.

There is no trivial matter under the sun. Of course, Heinrich Luitpold was eventually found out. Not all intelligence agencies in the world are shit-eating.

UK reward: £3200 million!
Terrorist organizations flatter him and other countries fear him, which makes him even more obsessed.

It is not uncommon in history to see people who are capable, loyal, but also fickle.

Deputy Reinhard Tristan Eugen narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Be respectful to the general."

Heinrich Luipold smiled noncommittally, "900 million is not enough to kill a US president. Let them add more money. We are generating revenue for Mexico, and we haven't even met our KPI this year."

Hydra claims that as long as money is paid, there is no intelligence that cannot be obtained, so many organizations and individuals like to buy from them. They can see a lot of return money and gradually no longer need Mexico's help. They can even give back. This is one of the reasons why they are so "rampant".

"Okay, it's settled. I'll tell the general." Heinrich Luitpold waved his hand nonchalantly.

Victor will give him this favor.

Deputy Reinhard Tristan Eugen frowned, but felt that a disaster was about to happen. He narrowed his eyes and thought, "No, he can't continue to follow this guy and keep going astray. He has to report to the general."

This guy is too unstable, he needs to be replaced by someone more stable.

A foundation as huge as Hydra cannot be handed over to such a person.

Reinhard Tristan Eugen also wanted to make progress. After looking at the other person deeply, he walked out of the room silently.

Without noticing it at all, Heinrich Luitpold was staring at his back, smiling disdainfully.

"Little man!"

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(End of this chapter)