Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 533: Now that you are here, why not leave some orders before you leave?

Heinrich Luitpold had a deep dream.

He dreamed that his Hydra punched the CIA, kicked Mossad, and sat on MI6 to death. Everyone shouted my name and praised me as: King of the World.

General Victor bent down to put the medal on my head, gave me important tasks, and even supported me to become the next President of Mexico!

But as the dream became more and more real, he was suddenly woken up by a basin of water.

Heinrich Luitpold slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of fatigue and scarlet in his eyes. Suddenly he felt pain in his wrist and felt something was wrong. He raised his head abruptly and saw Reinhard Tristan Eugen standing in front of him, looking at him unfriendly.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do! Reinhard, are you trying to rebel?!!"

"I think it's you who's rebelling!"

The deputy shouted loudly, his face serious, "You have lost respect for Mexico City. You have called the general by his name in more than one place. I want to ask you, where is your loyalty? What do you want to do?!"

Heinrich Luitpold was soaking wet. The basement was cold, and the water sobered him up. He stared as if he had thought of something. "Did General Wei... ask you to do this? I am a loyal subject. I am a loyal subject. I have served my country well and shed blood for Country X."

In response to the other party's inquiry, Reinhard Tristan Eugen did not give a direct answer, but just looked at him straight.

Of course he knew the other party's loyalty.

And he's a die-hard fan.

But he has always been arrogant because of his outstanding achievements. What is he trying to do?
He could report to the general and say that he was speaking rudely and intended to use Hydra for personal gain. The other party was indeed doing so and was even planning to use the intelligence agency's network to make a considerable profit for himself.

As far as he knew, Heinrich had 17 mistresses!
Fuck you...

Can you play it?
"Let me go. I want to explain myself to the general."

Reinhard Tristan Eugen looked down at him, then sneered and walked out of the basement without looking back.

"Come back, come back, Reinhard, I'll fuck your ancestors." The other party roared hysterically, but what greeted him was only the wooden bolt that slowly closed in the basement and the sunlight that was cut off.

When Reinhard walked up, he saw the Hydra executives waiting in the living room looking a little anxious.

"What should we do now? Should we notify the general?" someone asked hurriedly.

"I think we should just kill him and then accuse him of attempting a rebellion!"

You and I were talking back and forth, and Reinhard was having a headache.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

He shouted three times, and when everyone quieted down, he looked at everyone, "Kill him? Do you think your life is too long? He is the leader of Hydra appointed by the general, and only the general can deal with him. But don't worry, I will report this matter to the general personally."

He patted his pocket and found a recorder inside. He had recorded everything the other person said while drinking, including proof of his corruption.

Do you think Reinhard is that stupid?

Would you do this without the ability to kill with one blow?
To put it nicely, he doesn't want to hear the other side constantly criticizing Mexican politics and complaining about domestic senior officials, and he wants to maintain unity.

Let me put it bluntly…

Reinhard also wants to be the boss of Hydra!

In the end, isn't it all about rights?

Since ancient times, power struggles have always been bloody.

This is a huge intelligence agency with more than tens of thousands of people around the world. Who wouldn't be drooling over it?

And it happened to be a position that Reinhard could easily reach, so of course he was unwilling to give up.

If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the other party for being careless.

"Okay, everyone go get some rest. The general is getting married today. I'll tell him tomorrow."

The other senior executives looked at each other, nodded, and left.

They were just communicating with each other in low voices.

Reinhard sat on the sofa, picked up the unfinished red wine on the table, and toasted towards the portrait of Victor hanging on the wall, "General, happy marriage!"

...

“Happy wedding!!!”

In the city of Chapultepec.

Under a ten-layer cake, all the guests raised their hands, stood next to the newlyweds, and shouted in unison to the camera.

With a click, the camera recorded this scene.

"Thank you, thank you." Victor smiled and thanked the people around him.

The weddings and funerals of the rich are all social occasions. Who would really come from afar just to wish someone a happy birthday? They must have something to discuss.

But it also illustrates a truth from the side.

Victor's influence is growing, and there are people in Europe who are willing to bend down and give him respect.

Just like...

John Paul II, 72 years old.

He is the head of the Vatican, also known as the Pope.

Many people around him greeted him respectfully. Although he was now confined to one place, the power of religion was still very... powerful.

Because he arrested a Mexican drug-trafficking priest, Victor was ostracized by clergy in Latin America and was declared an outcast.

I am different from your mother X.

Come here, I will appoint you as a close-range muzzle observer.

It is said that Latin American liberation theology also does not recognize Victor's approach and wants to send people to establish true GCism.

The old guy had a chubby face and nodded gently to everyone around him. Ever since he was assassinated in 1981 and shot twice, his health had been getting worse and worse. Being able to come to Mexico was already a great favor to Victor.

The last person who made the Pope give such face...

Or Napoleon?

"Happy wedding, Mr. Victor." John Paul II blessed with a smile and looked at Bersalia next to him, "May our Lord pay attention to you."

The latter is a Christian, but not a very devout one.

After all, in America, Christianity is mainstream.

In the early days of the country, it was deeply influenced by Christianity, especially Puritanism, and many laws and social norms were based on Christian principles.

"Thank you." Belsaria nodded politely and glanced at Victor, who nodded slightly. She smiled and said, "You guys chat, I'll go meet my friends."

John Paul II watched her walk away, then looked across at Victor, who was nearly a head and a half taller than him, and murmured, "I want to apologize to you. I never thought that clergy in Mexico would engage in drug trafficking. But you have to believe, Victor, our doctrine still encourages people to be good."

"Of course, it is always people who are bad, not ideologies. Just like liberation theology, they are fighting for the benefit of the people, and I respect them very much."

Victor's words were a bit sinister. You have to know that John Paul II was a staunch anti-Gist. He had criticized liberation theology more than once. Wouldn't it be disgusting to say it so directly?
Sure enough, the old man's face froze, but he quickly adjusted his mood, "I hope to reopen the church in Mexico. Religion is free."

“Let the light of the Lord spread to this land.”

"In principle, we allow any religion to enter Mexico. As long as they accept the Religious Management Law, we welcome them."

John Paul II's face suddenly wrinkled like a sour and spicy cabbage.

Of course he knew about the Religious Management Law.

To sum up, it means: you need to apply for a business license.

This almost confused the Vatican.

What?
Legal person writes about Jesus?

What should be written in the business scope?
Fooling around? Or drug dealing? Or X?

There is no such precedent at all. Moreover, the Mexican government has stipulated that believers must sing the Mexican national anthem during gatherings and swear to love their country and their people.

???

Wang Defa!
This has never been done before.

Victor looked at the other person's confused eyes and shook his head. His brain just didn't work. He paused and said with a smile, "We uphold mutual respect. I'm very sorry, I saw a friend, so excuse me."

As he was about to leave, John Paul II felt a tightness in his heart and reached out to grab him. He didn't want to take away this great religious region of Mexico from his hands. You know, his wish was to be canonized as a saint!

If he loses the Mexican diocese, it will be questionable whether he can step down peacefully.

Oh yes, later when Pope Francis, the famous master of liberation theology, came to power, he actually canonized him as a saint... In 2009, French nun Marie Simon-Pierre was cured of Parkinson's disease after John Paul II prayed for her.

Uh uh…

No one is as brave as Victor, who dared to create a Cyclops in the Grande River.

Tsk tsk tsk…

coward.

Victor was startled when he was pulled, and turned his head to look at him, patiently saying, "Your Majesty, let's celebrate tonight. If you have any ideas, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Casare behind him also narrowed his eyes. If the other party's identity was not wrong, he really wanted to kick him.

Give you face.

You think it's the Middle Ages?

The Vatican has fallen. When they need you, you are useful. When they don’t need you, who will care about you?
For example, during the Gulf War, he hoped that George H.W. Bush would withdraw his troops and not start a war.

Who cares about him?
I've sent out my fucking aircraft carrier, and you tell me to withdraw my troops. Jesus, come and give me the gas money?

So I just ignored him, which made him very embarrassed.

Hearing Victor say this, John Paul II could only sigh and let go of his hand, "Then I'll talk to you tomorrow."

After saying this, he left dejectedly with the help of the clergy.

"Your Majesty, do we need to be so servile?" the person who supported him said indignantly.

John Paul II turned to look at him, shook his head, and sighed, "How many divisions do we have?"

This is such a sad thing to say, it's like a mascot.

But then I think about it, you guys have been accumulating wealth for hundreds of years in the Middle Ages, and if you weren't shot down, you're considered pretty good by the people of Europe and America.

If you are a Buddhist monk in Asia and have money but don’t pay taxes, you will be destroyed.

This is the cultural difference.

"Boss, are we really going to let them back in?" Casare asked softly.

"As long as he behaves well, give him candy. If he doesn't behave well..."

"When the time comes, you can contact the other pseudo-popes and ask them if they want to come to Mexico to preach. All they have to do is join the Mexican People's Party. When the Vatican Church arrives, let them compete."

Between 1980 and 2000, there were about seven people in the world who claimed to be the Pope, and they had quite a few supporters. Since we are going to do it, let's do it together.

After all, the Mexican people have believed in it for a long time. If Victor intervenes directly, it will definitely suppress it in the short term, but it will still rebound. It is better to use religion as a weapon of patriotism.

As long as you have a machine gun in your hand, you won't be afraid of them.

"Tall, boss, you are really tall." Casare was very good at flattering people and gave a thumbs up.

Victor laughed and went to welcome the guests with a glass of wine.

Even the European royal families who didn't have a very good relationship with him congratulated him politely. After all, since they were already here, who wouldn't want to cause trouble?
Ten p.m!

A group of guests gathered outside Chapultepec Castle, and the salute team from Dongda began to set off fireworks along the edge of Lake Texcoco.

Very punctual 22:22.

咻咻 咻 ~
A sharp and piercing salute rushed up to the sky, and then exploded in the dark night. The next second, the surrounding salutes shot up to the sky with a crackling sound, and formed the word "Happy Wedding!" in the sky.

Tsk tsk…

It’s different if you pay money. The customer is God, and they really did it.

Belsaria watched this scene excitedly, then hugged Victor and gave him a wet kiss, "Thank you!"

"I love you and will make you the happiest woman in the world."

cut…

You can’t trust what men say. How does the saying go?

When a man is one-third drunk, he will act until you cry. When a man is seven-tenths drunk, he will act until you are heartbroken. Even a passing dog can be tricked into crying.

Casare leaned on the railing next to him and looked at the fireworks.

"It's so beautiful."

...

The next day, Victor rarely got up early. He usually went to work at eight o'clock, but this time... he slept until eleven o'clock, and it was Belsaria who pushed him.

"When I'm done with these two days, how about I go on your honeymoon with you? We'll go to the Campeche Peninsula."

Victor kissed her forehead.

"Yes, hubby~!"

"Then you can sleep for a while. If you get hungry later, ask someone to go to the cafeteria to get some food. I'll have dinner with you in the evening."

Victor walked out of the bedroom and saw the captain of the guard, Joseph Joffre, sitting on the sofa. He stood up after a moment's rest.

"Let's go. I overslept. You didn't even call me."

Joseph Joffre looked embarrassed.

I called you?
You're going to chop me to pieces?

But whatever his leader said was the truth, and he could only fake a smile.

"What's up today?"

"Boss, you have to meet 16 groups of people today..."

Victor almost vomited and almost went crazy after hearing this number. "Let Cuauhkmote and Casare District entertain a group of people. If there is nothing important, they will be fully responsible."

He doesn't want to be in charge of everything.

It would be bad if he died of exhaustion like Yongzheng.

Chief of the Imperial Guard Joseph Joffre nodded vigorously. "General, there is one more thing. Boeing sued us for the C17 that we unveiled in El Salvador. They said we stole their work."

"Don't worry about him. Tell them it's called G17 and it has nothing to do with them."

“Cuba and Dongda want to buy it.”

Joseph Joffre: "They are very interested in our weapons."

Victor looked at him, frowned, and then widened his brows. "What do you think? Should we hold a weapons exhibition at this time?"

"what?"

Joffre could not understand the general's train of thought.

"Weapons have to be sold once they're made. American ones are expensive, but ours are cheap. Ask Casare to ask if anyone is interested. We can go visit the military camp."

Mexico's "independently developed" M1A2 "Abrams" was learned from the United States and is called the Salamander by Mexico.

C17 transport aircraft, calling itself G17.
There are also C-130 transport aircraft, F-15 fighter jets, and the F-22 fighter jets that appeared at the wedding. It is important to note that although the US military only put them into service in 2005, they began development in 1980.

The world's first fifth-generation aircraft!

Before the unification of Mexico, there were reward drawings, and the data was very clear. In particular, a lot of military experts were exchanged with points. A group of people went up and studied for a long time, and finally made two aircraft.

There is also the JF-17 Thunder in production, which is actually the one he wants to sell the most.

Now that the guests are here.

Then why don’t you leave some orders before you go?

Xiafei thought this was a good idea. "I'll go and inform Mr. Casare right away."

The military industry is the most profitable.

As for whether you are afraid that it will be used to hit yourself?

Wouldn't it be enough to install a back door?

Who sells weapons without installing backdoors?
……

(End of this chapter)