Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 570: Kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are you brave enough…? You have guts!

Mexico city.

On a private golf course.

A ball flew gracefully through the air, then fell to the ground. As if it had GPS installed, it hit the ground twice and went into a hole.

"GOOD!!!"

"albatross!!!"

Scattered figures could be seen, as well as laughter and applause. They cheered, with Casare's voice being the loudest.

He was still jumping hard and didn't look stable at all.

But don’t say it, leaders like this kind of people.

"Sir, that's outstanding. You play better than many golfers I have seen."

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties and a little fat praised with a smile.

Anyone familiar with golf will know who this guy is.

Jack William Nicklaus!
Before Tiger Woods was born, he was No. 1 in this industry!

Due to the recent civil war in the United States, almost all sports events have been suspended, including the NBA, the Golf Open, rugby, etc. Under internal and external troubles, many athletes have no choice but to leave the United States.

After all, war never cares who you are.

Oh, Europe and America are better, some identity is useful, change to the other side of the sea...

Huang Chao: Kill according to the book.

It was in this situation that Jack William Nicklaus came to Mexico and was hired as the personal trainer of the National Palace.

Hearing his praise, Victor waved his hands sheepishly and smiled modestly, "It's much worse, much worse."

The corners of his mouth are curved at 55.55 degrees, and he seems to be in a very good mood.

After handing the golf club to the caddy, the group walked back and chatted as they walked, and the most important thing was to humbly ask the professional players some questions.

Jack William Nicklaus seemed restrained every time he answered.

after all…

The system is different now. If he hadn't been reluctant to leave the North American climate, he would have gone to Europe long ago.

If we continue to do what happened in the United States, we will probably be bullied.

Victor saw Jeff Bennett and Augustin Przewczyk coming together and standing not far away as if they had a work report. He nodded slightly with a smile on his face, "Mr. Nicklaus, I will stop here today. I need to work. I will trouble you next time."

"Martin, help me see the gentleman off."

The other party nodded quickly and left with the confidential secretary. When he saw Jeff Bennett and Augustine Przewciel while leaving, he nodded politely to them.

Victor picked up the teacup, poured electrolyte water into it, gulped it down, and burped, "What? What happened again?"

The two intelligence chiefs looked tense and a little embarrassed when they heard this.

"Sir, this is good news," Jeff Bennett said. "Paul from Texas agreed to contact us and verbally promised to help Bramo."

"This kind of verbal stuff is worthless."

Victor poured cold water on him first, "You ask him to send a delegation over, and we can talk in front of the news media."

"The initiative is in our hands now. If he wants to play both sides, we will treat him like meat on the chopping block and sell him at a high price."

Jeff Bennett nodded when he heard this. "Bramo told me that if we agree to the alliance between Texas and Mexico, we need to quickly win over other independent states and quickly form an anti-American alliance. The leader of the alliance must be Paul Constantine Stuart."

Victor couldn't help laughing when he heard this. "It seems that Bramo has read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms I gave him. I'll give this honor to Paul."

It’s funny to say that the book Romance of the Three Kingdoms is very popular abroad.

Even the Thai royal family has listed it as a "royal must-read".

"I think Paul is the Yuan Benchu ​​who wants fame!"

He didn't say the second half of the sentence. Does he mean that he is Cao Aman?

"What plans does your intelligence department have now?" Victor asked, looking up.

Jeff Bennett's body trembled, and his voice was very steady. "The Intelligence Agency believes that we should continue to take strong measures against Congress and the Pentagon. Internal strife is the best way to collapse the empire."

"Congress? How many weapons? How many soldiers? What caliber? Norman Schwarzkopf and his men have already overturned the table. The bottom line has long been broken and the infighting has already begun. There is no need to waste time here."

Augustin Przewczyl directly rejected his words, and was even a little rude, "The Information Bureau believes that only by making the interests of the Pentagon and the states conflict with each other can the fragile United States continue to disintegrate..."

"for example?"

"The Pentagon demands the return of wartime oversight from the National Guard!"

Augustin Przewczyl: "And we in the press office believe that Norman Schwarzkopf's Pentagon will definitely do it. They have no way out."

"Congress? Just a bunch of spokesmen. Kill them and replace them with some other spokesmen!"

The director of the Counterintelligence Agency next to him, Jeff Bennett, frowned after hearing his words, feeling somewhat unwilling, but he also knew that it was useless to force the issue, and he had to proceed from reality...

Victor watched them with interest...

Jeff Bennett became famous for discovering the "Dragon Project", and the News Bureau has long been jealous of him. We are all in the intelligence field, so why are you famous while we are still working hard?
How does this saying go?

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second!
Everyone wants to be known as the "King of Spy Wars" in Mexico.

As for the Internal Affairs Bureau?

That thing is an exception, and is more purely for Victor's service.

"How did the News Bureau get Norman Schwarzkopf to give such an order?" Victor asked curiously.

Augustin Przewczyr glanced at the Director of the General Intelligence Bureau next to him and said, "Mr. President, I can go back and write a complete report for you."

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

When they came out of the golf course, Jeff Bennett looked at Augustine who looked very proud and couldn't help but said, "Dude, I hope you can do a great job. If you can't, you can cooperate with us."

"Thank you, but I think the employees of the News Bureau are tired of waiting. Perhaps it's our turn to make a name for ourselves now."

After he said that, he smiled, got into the car and drove away.

"Director, he is so arrogant!" said the employee of the General Intelligence Agency standing nearby.

"You have his abilities, and you can be arrogant too."

"Go, go, go, go back and check where else the United States can be confused, otherwise when they stand on our heads, I tell you, your year-end bonus will be cut in half."

When the employees heard that their year-end bonus would be cut in half, their eyes turned red.

The intelligence department offers a lot of bonuses, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of dollars if you perform well that year.

Agents also need to eat.

Inside the golf course.

Casare said to Victor with a smile, "Boss, aren't you afraid that the two of them will fight? I see Jeff's face is turning green."

"They both know their limits and understand my bottom line. I will give more resources to those with higher abilities. There is nothing wrong with that. They are much better than the agents on the front lines. At least their colleagues on the front lines don't give them a chance to perform."

"If you're not careful, you'll die."

Victor didn't know why, but as he was talking, he suddenly thought of a name.

"Ethan Hunt is still in Germany?" This guy used the name "Victor" in the Southern Drug Cartel, but was discovered by the boss, who said he was promoted to deputy director of the European Intelligence Department, but it was obvious that this was due to the President's dissatisfaction.

You are using my skin to show off!

fuck!

Can you not be angry?
But he performed very well. He helped Belsaria to successfully arrive in Mexico, and he also hooked up with some German officials. Although the "loan for German workers" plan has not yet been decided, there are signs of it.

"Transfer him back and let him serve as Hydra's deputy. The rules within the system are still too restrictive for this prodigal son."

Victor couldn't help but joke, "I'm afraid he'll seduce the German First Lady into bed in Germany, which will cause a huge uproar."

"I'll call him myself." Casare nodded with a smile.

After finishing the discussion, Victor took a shower. When he came out with the towel, he saw Fatty Ka chatting with his confidential secretary Martin Baumann.

"What are you talking about?"

"Boss! Good, good!" Casare was startled by his sudden voice, but after coming to his senses, he shouted excitedly, "Because of the sudden civil war and unrest in the United States next year, FIFA is considering changing the venue. According to Brazilian media reports, FIFA President Havelange believes that it should be held in Europe, while Secretary-General Blatter believes that it should be held in North America..."

North America…

That's Canada and Mexico. Of course, this is in a narrow sense. If it's based on the United Nations standard, there are 23 sovereign states. But except for Canada, the United States and Mexico, the public security of other countries has become a problem. What else can you do?
"We must win the right to host the event!" Victor said firmly. "Blatter is a man of foresight. Give him money. If 100 million is not enough, give him 200 million. If 200 million is not enough, give him 1000 million. I can even accept Canada and Mexico co-hosting the event."

Casare glanced at Martin, the confidential secretary, and nodded. "We thought so just now. Hosting a large-scale sports event can increase our influence. Besides, in addition to the World Cup, the Olympics will also be held in the United States in a few years. If this continues, we can also take over the Olympics."

"The World Cup will be in June next year. Let's get this done first and find some more famous football players to speak for us. I will ask the finance department to cooperate with us in terms of money."

"Okay, boss!"

Casare's eyes were shining.

Historically, Mexico hosted the 1970 and 1986 World Cups, but those were unwanted events... This is the first time that the "New Mexico" era has hosted a major event.

If you do it well, you will become famous.

If you do it wrong, you will be embarrassed.

All we can say is that opportunities and risks coexist.

But Mexico is in desperate need of this opportunity now.

……

1993 5 Month 13 Day.

Thursday.

Springfield City.

The capital of Illinois, nicknamed "Land of Lincoln", was also very depressed at this time.

The civil unrest has led to the near collapse of its main economic sources: agriculture, manufacturing, finance and transportation, especially the financial industry…

Jump off the building!
call out--

You can see people jumping down every day!
The police collected the bodies in a numb manner.

10 a.m. State Capitol, Springfield.

Voting will continue today on whether to follow the United States or become independent.

This is the seventh vote.

Each time, Governor O'Dor O'Neill did not get what he wanted. He wanted independence, and a bunch of people abstained from voting...

This made him a little unhappy.

Asmodeus, the 55-year-old black speaker of the state assembly, looked at the 59 members of the assembly present and banged the gavel hard, like a repeater, "Next, the eighth independent vote..."

Before he could finish his words, one of the white men stood up and said, "Wait!"

Governor O'Dor O'Neill, the state House speaker and others looked over.

"Congressman Smith, what do you want to say?"

"I would like to ask, if Illinois becomes independent, who will be the first president of the Republic?!"

Governor O'Door O'Neill's face froze, he felt as disgusted as if someone had stuffed something into his mouth!

Everyone looked at him jokingly, which made him a little unhappy, and he stood up and said, "I am the elected governor, and I will also serve as the first president."

"You...can't!" Smith refused firmly, "You can't make people obey. Your policies make us feel strange and scared. I feel disgusted by your hesitant and foolish look!!"

Asmodeus, the state assembly speaker who was about to retire due to his age, looked at Smith, who was talking nonsense, with an admiring look in his eyes.

This guy…

Don't lose face!
I just want to kill this guy.

Governor O'Doll O'Neill's inaction when the Ramsfield family was arrested had already displeased the nobles in the state. The family was two hundred years old, with deep roots, and many of its followers and former officials...

And when the news of his death in the Pentagon appeared in Illinois, some people called for the expulsion of government officials, a complete blockade of borders with other states, and the protection of the last Bramo.

But it was also rejected by the governor.

How can anyone follow a governor like you?

Governor O'Doll O'Neill laughed angrily. He stood up and glared, "If you don't let me come, who will come? Smith? Who are you? What qualifications do you have? I am the best choice in terms of qualifications and political experience. Moreover, I have the most votes."

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Just then, a loud voice was heard at the door.

Bramo Ramsfield walked in wearing a black suit and protected by a dozen bodyguards. He stood on the steps, looking at everyone with a young man's inherent smile on his face, "Gentlemen, long time no see."

Many of the congressmen had smiles on their faces and calm eyes, and it was obvious that they already knew.

Only a few people looked at each other, at a loss.

Governor O'Dor O'Neill pointed at him and screamed, "Bramo! Why are you here?!"

"Please step down, Mr. Governor. Now, the children of the Ramsfield family are here!"

The bodyguards behind him rushed over and pulled him off the stage.

"What are you doing! Bramo, Bramo! You are betraying!!!"

"Get out! Illinois will always be loyal to the Ramsfield family!" the congressman named Smith raised his hand and shouted.

"Long live!"

Bramo looked at him admiringly.

The congressmen who had long been bribed or had close ties with their families raised their hands and cheered.

did you see?
This is called a clan system!

That’s called influence…

Sometimes, the identities of these people mean that they can quickly occupy high positions in public opinion and power.

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?
Few people who say this can accomplish anything. If Victor wasn't lucky (cheating), he would have been killed long ago.

……

(End of this chapter)