Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 572: The mental attribute is too weak... If it doesn’t work, just jump off the building!
The streets of Washington.

It’s May today...but I feel a little chilly?
The streets were desolate.

The human figure on the traffic light walked as if it had taken drugs, and at this moment, a mouse crawled out from the gap in the roadside sewer, but it was staggering. If you look closely, you can see... a needle hanging from the corner of its mouth.

It walks...

very slow!

Anyone who has seen a drug addict knows that the triple screen is puffing and puffing, and this mouse is like that.

Washington has become a drug city.

It had just rained, and there was still a strong smell of leaves in the air.

I really want to vomit.

CIA Director Melia Cruz walked briskly, but when she turned a corner and saw a homeless man lying on the ground, she was still shocked. After she came to her senses, she cursed under her breath.

My car broke down, so I had no choice but to walk.

"Ma'am, would you like a newspaper?"

There was a newsstand on the side of the road. When the owner, who was sitting inside and yawning, saw someone coming, his eyes suddenly lit up and he stretched out his hand and shouted.

Seeing Melia Cruz was about to leave, he quickly said, "According to the latest tabloids, President Carter met with Paul Constantine Stuart and Bramo of Illinois, and gave them two pieces of clothing. Inside the clothes were written: asking them to save America. Someone from the Pentagon and the White House has kidnapped him!"

Melia Cruz turned her head sharply and shouted, "Nonsense!"

The other party was like a female leopard. The look in her eyes scared the newspaper owner so much that he jumped and trembled.

But after he realized what was happening, he glared back in dissatisfaction, "Why are you yelling at me? I didn't say that. It's published in the newspaper. Besides, I personally think there must be something wrong. Otherwise, why didn't Mr. Carter come out? Why did Texas and Illinois become independent in just a few months?"

These words really made Melia Cruz silent.

She had been working in the CIA for so long and had never seen a scene like this.

She is really confused!

Seeing the other party shut up, the newsstand owner snorted twice and patted his newspaper, "Buy one, and you will know many little secrets in it..."

Melia Cruz looked at the pattern drawn on it and nodded slightly.

"Give me one."

"5 U.S. Dollars."

Melia Cruz looked up at the other person, and the newsstand owner spread his hands towards him.

Of course the CIA director knew that this guy was raising the price, so he threw down the money, grabbed it, cursed him and left.

I glanced at the name of the newspaper.

Daily Mirror.

It's still a big newspaper!

Although they mainly cover gossip and some scandals, the value of major newspapers is beyond doubt.

Melia Cruz opened the newspaper and saw what her boss had just said on the front page.

What is written above is quite specific.

Including when and where Carter met him, and even what he said when he met him, as well as Carter, Bramo and Paul hugging each other and crying.

The following sentence was recorded in the newspaper: "The three men held their heads in pain, mourning the shame of the United States. Bramo used the dagger he carried with him to forcefully cut open his palm, drew a cross on his face, and vowed to kill Norman Schwarzkopf and his remnants and restore order to the American political arena!"

"The Rumsfeld family has been blessed by the United States for generations, and dozens of them have sacrificed their lives for the country. I, Bramo, will never compromise!"

The newspaper also wrote that Carter and Paul were shocked when they saw it, and the president shook Bramo's hand and called him "the pillar of the United States!" and "the pillar of the country!"

Paul Constantine Stuart also felt inferior on the spot.

Melia Cruz's eyes twitched slightly when she read it. Is this a fucking novel?

Why is this newspaper writing so detailed?
Are you, the chief writer, the dagger?

The whole article immediately brings up Bramo's glory.

Although everything seemed so ridiculous, Melia Cruz really couldn't laugh. She felt that the matter was very serious!
She can distinguish right from wrong because she is the director of the CIA, but she also understands that many people cannot distinguish right from wrong.

Just share...joy.

Why is public opinion so easily swayed?

Because they don’t have the ability to think independently!

They prefer to follow the trend and join in the carnival. If you are not rational, they will think you are pretending to be cool. In such a situation, public opinion can easily be swayed.

One cobbler is worth three Zhuge Liangs, but thirty cobblers...

That’s the “Gambian Space Army”.

She quickly hailed a taxi and opened the back seat, "Let's go to the Pentagon."

The driver's eyes appeared from the rearview mirror, a pair of ordinary single eyelids, "Okay, Ms. Melia."

Melia Cruz was stunned, and then her face suddenly changed. She subconsciously tried to open the car door, but it was locked.

With a step on the accelerator, the vehicle starts.

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm." The driver looked at the road and said with a smile.

"Who are you!"

Melia Cruz leaned back and looked at him with nervous, suspicious eyes.

"I work for the Mexican Information Bureau. Oh, and the CIA likes to call us "reporters."

"Our director Augustin Przewczyr said he likes this title very much. Thank you."

Melia Cruz's eyelids were twitching, her lips were trembling slightly, and she felt very complicated.

The term "reporter" is circulated among them to describe the Mexican Press Bureau.

The Mexican General Intelligence Agency is called "Mirror".

The Intelligence Department of the Internal Affairs Bureau called them "mules and horses", meaning the livestock that did chores for Victor.

Knowing this internal name also indirectly illustrates a problem.

The CIA has been infiltrated like a sieve.

"Is this a warning? Or a show-off?" Melia Cruz's voice was a little hoarse. Was she scared?

"Don't worry, ma'am. If we wanted to kill you, you would have disappeared long ago." The driver said calmly, "We just think you are a smart person and don't think you need to stay on this sinking ship of the United States."

Melia Cruz: "Are you here to... bribe me?!"

She felt inexplicably relieved in her heart, at least she no longer had to fear death.

Do you think she is not afraid of death?
I almost pissed myself when the door wouldn't open.

"Bribery is low-level. According to Asian culture, excellent birds will choose suitable trees to inhabit to ensure their survival and resource acquisition. Talented ministers will carefully choose their monarch to be loyal to in order to achieve their political ambitions. Our leader appreciates your talent."

Such a wise remark immediately calmed Melia Cruz.

"If I refuse, will you... kill me?"

The driver's eyes looked at the rearview mirror again, he could feel the other party's nervousness!
"how could be?"

"We are a formal social...organization."

Melia Cruz kept her mouth shut. Did the other party want to talk about the club just now?

After four or five minutes of silence in the car, Melia Cruz's muscles tensed up again as soon as the car stopped. "What are you going to do?"

"The Pentagon is right in front of us, and the car can't drive through."

"Oh, thank...thank you, then...I'll get off then?"

Melia Cruz was quite cute, and the driver almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and unlocked the car door with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

There was a click.

"Please wait a moment."

The driver turned around and handed over a business card. “If you need anything, you can call me. But I will also tell you directly that there are limited positions in Mexico. If other senior CIA agents come in one after another, then if you hesitate any longer, by the time you come in, the good positions may be gone.”???

Is the CIA moving to Mexico?
After Melia Cruz received the business card and got out of the car, she watched the taxi leave. Now she only needed to shout and the patrolling police and army would be able to quickly hold the other party down.

But after pressing...

Melia Cruz was very confused. She also had her own selfish motives. The words the driver said after getting off the car made her feel a sense of urgency for some reason.

She is the director of the CIA, especially since she followed Norman Schwarzkopf and offended Congress. When the Pentagon collapses, will she be in good shape?
"Hey-"

He sighed deeply, put the business card in his pocket, thought for a moment, then lifted up his jeans and stuffed it in.

So as to avoid being found during inspection.

She walked towards the Pentagon and was subjected to extensive inspection, including a body search.

Defense Secretary Norman Schwarzkopf is now in a state of panic, especially after the Republic of Texas issued a warrant for his arrest. He is really afraid of everyone he sees.

It is said that…

Still wearing two sets of bulletproof vests under the military uniform.

Led by the guards, she came to the office and stood at the door, and heard Norman Schwarzkopf's roar from inside.

"Carter! Carter! I want Carter to die!!"

"Why doesn't that old man believe me? Why doesn't he cooperate with me and stand up?!"

There is a bit of madness, a bit of recklessness, and a bit of crazy criticism in these words.

A flash of disappointment flashed across Melia Cruz's eyes.

You yell wool...

Why do you blame Carter?

Did you really take what was written in the newspaper seriously?

"Have you read the newspaper this morning, sir?" she asked the guard next to her.

The guard glanced at her and nodded, "Someone delivers newspapers to the office every day."

Melia Cruz sighed, nodded, and thought for a moment, "The defense minister is in a bad mood today. I'll come next time."

After saying this, he left amid the guards' surprised gazes.

She finally felt...

It seems that there is no hope for this Pentagon ship.

As soon as she left, the door opened and Deputy Defense Secretary Calvin Waller walked out with a tired look on his face. He held down Norman Schwarzkopf. The defense secretary, who had a bad temper, even wanted to point a gun at Carter and ask him why he gave the "secret order" to Paul and Bramo.

He explained many times that it was gossip.

Norman Schwarzkopf seemed to have made up his mind and said, "There is no smoke without fire. Why gossip about him instead of others?!"

This really makes Deputy Defense Secretary Calvin Waller exhausted both physically and mentally.

It’s been a bad year!
When he came out and saw the guard, he was startled, "Why are you here?"

"Director Melia Cruz wanted to see the Minister of Defense just now, but then she left." The guard did not forget to say, "While the Minister of Defense was speaking inside just now."

Calvin Waller frowned and thought for a moment, "Okay, go ahead and do your work. I understand."

The guard nodded and left.

Calvin Waller took out his cell phone and called Melia Cruz, who picked up the phone immediately.

"Hey!" the female director opposite spoke.

"Melia, I heard you were here just now, why didn't you come in? Oh, you have something to do, right? No, no, you go ahead and do your work. Okay, call me anytime if you have anything else."

After Calvin Waller hung up the phone, his expression suddenly changed.

Melia Cruz is definitely hiding something!
This is his intuition...

That’s how he felt when he was cheated on.

too familiar.

He looked back at the Defense Secretary's office and wanted to talk to him, but he thought about his temper and was afraid that he might directly question Melia Cruz and something unfriendly would happen.

After hesitating for a moment, I decided to take another look.

"Headache, headache!"

He rubbed his temple and muttered to himself as he came down the stairs. As soon as he turned a corner, he almost bumped into his secretary who was running upstairs in a hurry.

"What's wrong? You were in a panic. Watch the road carefully. You almost hit me."

The secretary was a young man wearing glasses. He was panting. "Walter Reed National Military Medical Center just called suddenly. Mr. Carter...Mr. Carter."

Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller's face suddenly changed. He walked up to him, grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard.

Is Carter going to die again?

The secretary, who was shaken so hard, almost vomited. "President Carter is missing! We found signs of construction work on the floor below in the bathroom."

"Hold!"

"Missing? How could such a big person be missing? Where could this old man who was almost dead go?"

"Search! Send everyone to search for me. Even if we have to dig the hospital three feet underground, we must find it for me."

Calvin Waller's saliva sprayed all over the other person's face.

The frightened secretary looked at the big mouth that looked so ferocious that it could swallow her. She was about to cry, and her glasses were fogged up. "Yes! Yes!"

After saying that, he ran away!

"Something is wrong!"

……

"Now the prefecture is roughly settled, the army is strong and the warriors are united. We will welcome the emperor to the west, and then go to the palace in Ye City. We will use the emperor to command the princes, and gather soldiers and horses to fight against the rebels. Who can resist us?"

Victor was sitting in the garden of the National Palace, holding a copy of "Strategies of the Warring States" in his hand, reading it with deep affection.

Casare was standing beside him with his eyes dazed. He didn't understand a single word, but that didn't stop him from clapping. "Boss, your Chinese is really good. I think even some professors who specialize in Chinese can't speak as well as you."

"When did you learn Chinese?"

Victor glanced at him and said, "I know a lot. Don't just do sex in your free time. Read more books and newspapers, eat less snacks, and get more sleep!"

“???” Casare felt confused and shocked.

“The greatest thing about history is that everything that happens to us now has happened in the past. If we look carefully, we can find it.”

Victor stood up and handed the book over. "You can also take a look at this book. It's also in Spanish. I've had it translated into Ayapaneco. Everyone should have a copy when the time comes."

Casare secretly groaned in his heart. It seemed that the boss particularly liked to recommend books to others, and they were all very profound things.

He flipped through the pages a few times and felt his scalp tingling when he looked at the words on them.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I turned around and saw the confidential secretary Martin jogging towards me with a serious expression on his face.

"Führer, the fight has begun."

"? What's the fight about? Explain clearly."

"Suddenly there's war again between El Salvador and Honduras."

"A Salvadoran ground force suddenly opened fire on Honduran border guards in the name of counter-terrorism."

Victor was very calm when he heard this, as if it was expected.

"war…"

“It’s starting to spread!”

……

(End of this chapter)