Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 575: North American version of the "Eighteen Princes" script!
This is not even an acting job, right?
Just call it this name?

If this gets out, I will definitely be criticized to death!

But it was just a poke in the spine.

The European powers were not prepared to fight Mexico, and now that the United States is about to collapse, they will not "argue" with you over a name.

The more Victor thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt a little hot inside. He took out a Mexican Coke from the small refrigerator in the office, handed it to Casare, opened a can for himself, tilted his head back and drank half of it, then burped with some satisfaction.

"The more times like this happen, the more we need to stay calm. This hegemonic action must have a basic argument. The best thing is to get Carter's request for Mexican forces to enter the United States and fight against the corrupt forces in the Pentagon camp."

"Similarly, we must have Bramo urge Paul Constantine Stuart to speed up the establishment of a "conquest alliance" to invite European and Latin American countries to enter the United States in the name of maintaining world stability."

Victor: "Countries are all about interests. As long as we give him a big piece of cake, even if we are the murderers of our fathers, we can sit down together and watch the sunrise tomorrow."

"We need more friends."

"Or rather, superficial friends."

"After all, we are not a tyrant in the north, but a large government that already manages 200 million people. We have to shrink our fists and start wearing suits."

In the past, the United States was tough, and it had to pretend to be a "thug", looking around with bared teeth, warning those empires not to covet Mexico. But now...

Carter destroyed America with his own hands.

Now that the biggest threat is gone, I naturally have to learn to be "gentle".

"Tell Joachim Ribbentrop to stop beating people. His reputation is in such bad shape that he can hardly afford the medical bills." Victor also mentioned a name.

Casare couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I'll let him know. I can already imagine him scratching his head."

"You must hold back and build good relationships."

"it is good!"

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." Victor took a sip of Mexican Coke. "The propaganda has entered the second stage, attacking the legitimacy of the Pentagon, making Bramo resign the title of President of Illinois and recommend Carter as president, confirming that the Illinois Republic is the interim government of the United States."

Casare didn't understand what this meant.

But it’s always right to follow the boss, so he nodded.

"Let the bullets fly for a while..."

After Carter delivered his "Illinois Speech" on May 5, the news changed every day.

Tijuana, Chinatown.

This place actually has quite a long history. In the 19th century, many abducted veterans of the "Boxer Rebellion" came here to pan for gold, and then settled down here.

Always very calm and indifferent.

But it entered the fast lane of development in Mexico, especially after Victor started his business here in 1990. In just three years, this place had become a large community with more than a dozen streets crisscrossing vertically and horizontally.

It is also the "only" "minority" gathering place legally allowed by the Tijuana government.

It is also an exception that other groups like Africans, Hispanics, etc. are not allowed to establish separate cities or neighborhoods.

The main reason is that Chinese people rarely join violent gangs if they want to have a future in life. They prefer to work and their ethnic group is inherently disgusted with evil forces.

That is to say, the tutoring is different.

Secondly, they are willing to spend money!

Especially when Mexican business was expanding across Asia, many Chinese chambers of commerce began to spring up like mushrooms after a rain, raising local spending power. After all, those who were willing to spend money were the big guys.

Third, and most important.

Chinese have become the second largest group in the Mexican army after Mexicans.

Among the 60-strong army, there were about 7000 people scattered in various units. Among them, Ye Jihan, who had the highest military rank, was even received by Victor in person. With the rank of major, he and Zhang Ziqiang were recommended to study at the Officer Training School in Mexico City for one year. Perhaps it would not be long before they would be reused.

But there are also disadvantages...

Many people like to gamble. After getting together, they refuse to change their ways despite repeated warnings, and even after being caught many times, they continue to indulge in gambling.

To this end, the police in Chinatown took a different approach. They found elders with high reputation in the local area and contacted their families in China and brought over the family tree. Anyone caught gambling, drug trafficking, drug use, or even illegal smuggling would have a note on the family tree and the family members in China would be notified.

The people of Fujian will report those who were punished last year at every annual Mazu worship ceremony.

By taking this two-pronged approach, many bad habits have been improved.

Many elderly people in Chinatown say that there are "superiors" above the Mexican government.

"High! High! High! It's really high. Look at this..."

Under a transplanted camphor tree, seven or eight old men in vests and slippers sat together, holding cattail leaf fans in their hands.

If you don’t know, you might think this is a rural countryside.

You have to know that the housing prices here are close to 2 riyals, which is not cheap.

One of them was a thin old man with glasses and short white hair. He patted the newspaper, looking like a master. The people next to him looked at him and he was a little proud. "Look at this news. At a meeting in Illinois, Bramo reaffirmed Carter's leadership of the United States and resigned on the spot. After a re-election by 134 state legislators on the spot, they unanimously passed the resolution that Carter would be the new president of the Republic of Illinois, Bramo would be the vice president and secretary of defense, Ludwig Beck would be the chief of staff of the three armed forces, and Joseph Anthony would be the secretary of the interior."

"Old Guo, what's wrong? What's different?" a fat old man next to him asked in surprise.

The old man named Lao Guo waved his palm-leaf fan and said, "Don't you see that?"

"This is a good move, retreating to advance. This is to push Carter out. What is this called? Justice. But if you look deeper, you can see that although Bramo has retreated, what kind of people are around him?"

"I don't know the others, but this Ludwig Beck was the former commander of the 337th Army of Mexico!"

“It’s Mexican.”

"So I say that there is an expert in the Mexican upper echelons. This move has a lot of military tactics in it. It's a covert attack. The Illinois Republic is really 'using the emperor to control the other states'. Look at what's written below: At the meeting, Defense Minister Bramo proposed to unite with the Texas Republic to form a military alliance. He is also willing to fight back together with Paul Constantine Stuart as the leader. He sincerely invites other states to maintain social stability. You see, there is more to this."

Old Guo moistened his throat, coughed, and read a little while shaking his head.

"Excellent! Wonderful writing! This is the epitome of a manifesto."

The old men next to us looked at each other and said that they had limited education. The other party was a university teacher in China, who was screwed during a special period and never recovered. Who would have thought that he would come to Mexico with his son and have a second life.

"Don't shake your head like Confucius. Read it quickly. Read it to us." Someone couldn't help but say loudly.

Although he is not educated, he is still very enthusiastic about the situation in North America. It is very common for men to talk about the world situation as soon as they open their mouths.

To put it nicely, it means that one must not forget to worry about the country even though one's position is low. To put it bluntly, it means: bragging.

Mr. Guo moistened his throat and said, "Listen carefully. This is the Spanish, Chinese, and English sections. I will read the Chinese version to you."

"A letter to the descendants of the thirteen states and people of conscience throughout the world."

“When the progress of civilization compels men to throw off their old fetters, the laws of nature and the rights given by their Creator require us to proclaim to men:
"In the past, our ancestors cast their blood in the Constitution, vowing to build a country owned by the people, governed by the people, and enjoyed by the people. However, looking at the officials in Washington today, they have become a new type of tyrant group, and their crimes are obvious:

First, it destroyed the spirit of contract in the halls of Wall Street, allowing bank tycoons to exploit the blood of ordinary people, causing the hardworking people to lose their homes, and children to starve in the borders of rich countries.

Second, it carries the torch of freedom in a giant surveillance network, turning the Patriot Act into a modern-day witchcraft prison, exposing citizens’ private sphere to the prying eyes of the Five Eyes.

Third, while the war machine crushes foreign mountains and rivers and sows the seeds of chaos in the name of democracy, arms dealers happily accept the profits from the sacrifice of millions of lives.

Fourthly, the two parties are allowed to fight each other without regard for the fate of the country, turning the parliamentary hall into a gambling arena and people's livelihood bills are trapped in the quagmire of party struggles.

Fifth, Xu Kehe and his ilk have created laws to enrich the rich, and lobbying groups have opened the White House's side doors at night, and the legislative balance has long tilted towards the chaebols.

Such tyranny still exists because the bureaucracy has become an autonomous Leviathan, the media has become a disguiser of power, and the citizens are obsessed with the fantasy of consumerism.

We are not advocating violent revolution, but we are committed to defending the spirit of the founding of the nation with the pen of Jefferson, the wisdom of Paine, and the courage of Dr. King. We hope that all states will hold rallies, use the ballot as a sword, and conscience as a shield, to recreate a pure land of true democracy.

(Signature) This is written with tears and blood by a free citizen who is concerned about his country! ! "

"Written on June 1993, 6."

"Okay, okay!!"

Everyone applauded in unison. It was so impressive! It was so impressive!
"This is a manifesto. Bramo is planning to gather heroes from all over the world to form an anti-Dong alliance and do what the 18 princes did."

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Is it true?"

"There must be something real. Look, what's the difference between this and the 18 princes rebelling against Dong Zhuo?! It's great, it's great..."

The bunch of old guys all felt the adrenaline rushing.

They all feel like they can kick the cows away and plow the land themselves.

The whole article looks very domineering.

"I've decided!" Mr. Guo stood up immediately. "Let's frame this thing today. The damn Americans finally get their day."

"Old Guo, you used foul language. Your verbal karma has been broken."

Some familiar people laughed and joked.

"It's broken, so let's continue tomorrow. Okay, I won't say any more. I have to show this to my son."

Mr. Guo waved excitedly and ran away. His waist and legs no longer hurt.

At their age...they have just experienced "hegemonic bullying" and don't have much good feelings towards Americans. They even have a deep-seated hatred for them.

The Yankees always want to kill people.

Oh no, now I’m going to die first. I must drink a few more glasses of wine tonight.

Bramo's "manifesto" once again caused an uproar around the world.

Especially in many countries.

Foot Basin Chicken: Baga Yalu, such a familiar feeling of oppression, such a familiar writing style, such a familiar manifesto, such a familiar... sense of fate, is the rabbit your writing tool?

Rabbit (chewing on a carrot): I don't know, I don't understand, I don't know, what are you talking about? (shaking his head frantically).

South Korea: I feel like I'm about to get high. A sense of pride in being a great country arises spontaneously, as if my blood is boiling. This feeling is just like when South Korea shot and blinded Li Shimin and blocked the invasion of the Tang people. We are the most powerful country in Asia.

Vietnam: “Read but not replied”.

Cambodia: “Stupid!”

Anyway, the world was bustling everywhere, and Bramo's name spread throughout the world in an instant.

Paul Constantine Stuart of the Republic of Texas was having a party on a yacht to celebrate his "son" being named "Grand Marshal of the Navy."

A dog, a teddy bear at that!

Of course, this did not follow any formal procedures. It was just a form of private fun and self-entertainment. He even wrote a letter of appointment for the dog and stamped it with his official seal. He also called a group of women and dignitaries over, just for fun.

He came out of the bedroom in shorts and saw Jeremy McKison sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. From his last name, it can be seen that this person belongs to the McKison family of the Texas consortium.

This is one of the top ten financial groups in the United States. It is a new financial group that emerged in Texas after World War II and developed mainly by relying on the oil industry and the arms industry.

"Hey, Jeremy, why don't you go out and have some fun? What are you reading? A newspaper?! What's so interesting about this newspaper?"

The other party smiled and pointed at the news, "Bramau of Illinois admires you very much. The whole article hopes that you can lead the United States forward."

Paul Constantine Stuart took a look, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and he snorted twice, somewhat complacently, like a pig that had eaten its fill. "This kid has called me more than once, asking me to form an alliance. I deliberately left him alone, and you see, he couldn't help but publish it in the newspaper. Young man, you're still not steady enough."

Jeremy McKison raised his eyebrows and looked the other man up and down.

Does the other party really have the ability to “rebuild America”?

Why didn’t I see it?
What Bramo wrote is so corny, as if this alliance cannot be established without Paul.

"So what do you say?" Jeremy McKesson asked.

"I think his choice is right. If I rely on the Allies to defeat the Pentagon, I will be able to go further, and you, my buddy, will become my unique partner." Paul Constantine Stuart was very confident.

“I hope for your support.”

Jeremy McKison did not agree directly, but said tactfully, "Our family will provide some help, and I will also help you lobby the old guys in the family."

Although Paul wanted to give his full support, he also knew that this kind of family business owner was very calm. He did not get angry, but picked up the wine glass on the table and toasted the other party. Jeremy McKison also picked up his glass and clinked it with his, and they both drank it in one gulp.

There was a smile on every corner of his mouth.

I don’t know what it means.

(End of this chapter)