Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 604 Science? metaphysics?
The world is in an uproar.

The Middle East issue, the civil unrest in the United States, the European Allies, the only safe places now are Antarctica, the Arctic and Asia. Especially in the daily life, his head is buzzing, for fear that the rabbit next to him will find an excuse to mess with him.

Where is the deep hatred?

7 month 24 day.

Medellin announced that it would recruit 30 soldiers and would also recruit mercenaries from outside, regardless of whether they are individuals or teams, with a minimum daily wage of no less than US$5000!

On July 7, the Cali Cartel announced that it would set up an "Anti-Allied Fund" with the Medellin Cartel, which would provide $25 billion to support the war and invite all its peers, those who are against Mexico, Victor, and hegemony around the world to donate to the account.

The accounts were also published on the Internet and in the news media.

Chepe Santa Cruz, one of the four godfathers of Cali, said to the camera with deep emotion, "Friends, on this scale of morality and humanity, no one is an irrelevant spectator. Even in the face of a huge shadow that lies ahead, we must firmly believe that the glimmer of light from billions of hearts will eventually break through the dark sky and let the vast galaxy flow again on the field of freedom!"

"Thank you!"

You know what, these words sounded a bit tragic. A lot of money started to appear in the account, which accumulated over time and became quite considerable.

Looking at the tearful Chepe Santa Cruz on TV and the panicked Medellin residents on camera, Casare felt a little depressed. He looked at the boss and asked, "Do you want me to turn off the TV?"

“It’s like we’re the bad guys.”

Victor flicked the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and exhaled. "We are not afraid of the war of public opinion. If they want to attack us, we will fight them. But we must be careful that no one will transport weapons into Colombia. There are always people who are not afraid of death, and there are always people who want to make things difficult for us."

Those arms dealers are not afraid of death, they are just afraid of losing business!

As long as you pay, I can even hide a gun barrel in my anus.

Casare smiled bitterly, "It's not easy... Colombia's land border is too long, with a total length of 6343 kilometers, bordering five countries: Panama, Venezuela, Ecuador, Brazil, and Peru. These five countries... are all major smuggling countries, especially Panama. From the canal, you can quickly enter Colombia by land. On the ocean, it faces Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, Jamaica, the Dominican Republic, and Haiti. It's very difficult to completely block them."

Victor was quiet for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Do your best. As long as we don't bring in the atomic bomb, we won't lose this battle!"

This was said with great force.

nonsense!

The officials are fighting the bandits and they also have air superiority. Isn't this like fighting your grandson?
7 month 27 day.

Carlos Leder, the third leader of Medellin, said excitedly to the reporter, "We have received 3 billion US dollars in donations in two days. Thank you very much..."

He paused and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Thanks to USAID, the American Human Rights Alliance, the American Gun Association, the American Anti-Mexican League, the Israel Agency for International Development, Japan..."

The reporters nearby were all stunned. How could they say this?

Aren't you just roasting them on the fire?
But this reporter was also a smart man. When he saw the fierce and crazy look in Carlos Lederer's eyes, he knew that Medellin did it on purpose!

They did this on purpose, and then provoked a fight between Israel, the United States, other donors and Mexico, all of whom were dragged into the conflict.

But the idea is good, but what about the reality?
The news caused a huge uproar. It turned out that besides the United States, there were so many people who blatantly sponsored drug dealers!
The internet was immediately filled with abuse.

"This is really aimed at Mexico. They don't care about their reputation at all!"

"If they can betray justice today, what about tomorrow? If aliens invade, will they betray humanity?"

"As expected, the United States is the world's stinking shit, and Israel is the rotten shit of the Middle East. This is simply disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!"

"Norman Schwarzkopf, fuck you! You gave birth to a son but he is useless. I will use my power to make your granddaughter sick, and then kill him, to avenge those who were killed by drug dealers." - ID Spiritual member of the American Wizarding Association.

"Oh!"

Norman Schwarzkopf felt his blood pressure rising when he looked at the message on the computer, especially the curses and swearing at the end, which made him a little uneasy. The main reason was that there was a photo below it with a skull on it and some messy and unfamiliar words written on it. There was also a photo hanging on it, which was of his favorite granddaughter.

A nail was driven into the head in the photo, firmly nailed to the skull, and an unknown liquid was flowing from it, which made people feel creepy.

"Asshole! Beast! Bastard!"

All kinds of dirty words came out of Norman Schwarzkopf's mouth, without any manners at all. He walked around the office with a frown on his face.

Medellin sold him out, which made him in a difficult situation.

We were just about to have peace talks with Mexico, and something like this happened. Won't it cause trouble?!
No!

Nothing can happen!

He picked up the phone and said, "Call Charles Grassley over to me, quickly!" Then he hung up the phone angrily.

About seven or eight minutes passed.

Senate President: Charles Grassley knocked on the door breathlessly, "Secretary of Defense, you called me?"

This voice is not convincing. According to the US Constitution, the power of the Senate Speaker is to a certain extent greater than that of the Secretary of Defense. After the sudden death of the President, he ranks fourth in the succession position, while the Secretary of Defense ranks sixth. But there is no way, because the military is in charge now.
Norman Schwarzkopf stared at him, exhaling twice through his nose like an Australian buffalo. "Why haven't you negotiated with Mexico yet? How long are you going to wait?!"

Charles Grassley said with a sad face, "We have already called the Foreign Minister Goebbels, but he has a lot of demands in his words."

"What?"

“He demanded that the United States return New Mexico, recognize that southern Arizona (south of the Gila River) and parts of California belong to Mexico, and that the United States pay $3000 billion in compensation to cover the value of resources ceded in 1848 (at current valuation) and direct losses from the war. He also demanded that the U.S. Congress pass a resolution recognizing the 1846 Mexican-American War as an act of aggression and establish a historical memorial in the ceded territory…”

"By prohibiting the U.S. Navy from operating in the Gulf of California, Mexico will gain full control over its former territorial waters."

...

Charles Grassley listed more than a dozen conditions in one breath.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Norman Schwarzkopf opened his mouth with a headache, but the other party shut up obediently.

"Fuck, did Victor come to us to make a wish? Who does he think I am? God?" The Minister of Defense complained and expressed his dissatisfaction, but he didn't have much confidence in what he said.

If you have a temper, keep fighting!

If you have no temper, you can only hold your nose.

Truth is only within the range of a cannon.

"Set a date and negotiate with Mexico as soon as possible. I don't want any more accidents to happen. Also, stop helping the Medellin Group and don't let Mexico misunderstand."

Charles Grassley knew that this was the abbot's counterattack against Medellin's "betrayal".

"I...I'll do it as soon as possible."

Norman Schwarzkopf looked at him, narrowing his eyes. "I want to hear the results by mid-August, or you're out."

The Senate President opposite him turned pale and pleaded, "Sir, the Mexicans are asking for too much." "It's the United States that's being sold, not your own, why are you sad?"

When Charles Grassley heard this, he felt that there was some truth in what he said. When he came out of the Secretary of Defense's office, he sighed and said that his name would be on the pillar of shame in the United States.

But what can you do if you are not as skilled as others?

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the door of the Secretary of Defense's office open. Charles Grassley was shocked. No way...

The Defense Minister won’t chase after me and curse at me, right?

He turned his head and saw Norman Schwarzkopf rushing out in a panic with shock and fear on his face. He didn't even say hello and ran downstairs directly.

"??? What happened?"

Charles Grassley's expression changed and he chased after them. The movement of the two alarmed a group of people, but everyone just stood there and looked at them curiously.

The Defense Minister ran down from the office building and ran all the way to the accommodation area at the back. It was nearly 1000 meters and he didn't stop.

Charles Grassley behind him almost vomited.

Huh? Why did you go home?
Did something happen at home?
He followed and heard crying sounds. He saw the defense minister's wife holding a little girl and crying. The little girl was twitching violently in her arms, and there were medical staff around her.

"Alyssa! Alyssa!" Norman Schwarzkopf was heartbroken when he saw his granddaughter in that state. He shouted as loud as he could, but there was no response from the other party. This made him a little at a loss, and he hurriedly asked the doctor.

"Maybe it's epilepsy..." the doctor began, then paused, "What is this?"

As he spoke, he wiped the other person's forehead with his finger, and a drop of scarlet liquid appeared on his hand, but after wiping, there was still blood on the forehead.

"When did the bleeding start? Was there any just now?" the doctor hurriedly asked his colleague next to him.

"No no!"

Norman Schwarzkopf, who was standing next to him, stared at the scene with his eyes wide open. He suddenly remembered the threats he had received online:

"Norman Schwarzkopf, fuck you! Your granddaughter is going to get sick and die to avenge those who were killed by drug dealers."

"impossible!"

He stood up suddenly and shouted loudly.

Everyone was stunned by him.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" His wife also looked at him nervously.

Norman Schwarzkopf took a deep breath, his lips trembling slightly, "It's okay, send him to the hospital first!"

Several doctors nodded quickly and rushed to the hospital behind the Pentagon with the little girl in their arms.

The Secretary of Defense stood at the back with a gloomy face. He looked at Charles Grassley standing at the door and suddenly said, "Are there... ghosts and gods in this world?"

? ? ? ?
It almost made the other person laugh.

What a joke!
Religion is for money, not for seriousness… (American Religion).

He wanted to laugh, but when he saw his leader's serious expression, his heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what the other party meant, but he still said truthfully, "There is no such statement in science."

But it was obvious that this answer made Norman Schwarzkopf very unhappy. He trembled his lips and tried his best to lower his voice, "Can I believe you, man?"

well...

Now that I'm called buddy, I almost got scolded in the office.

"Of course!" Charles Grassley's eyebrows twitched, but he nodded vigorously.

"Help me find someone from the American Magic Association..."

"??????"

"??????"

Charles Grassley was stunned as several crows flew over his head. What a joke! The American Magical Association?

It's just a civil organization, founded during the famous Lem witch trials in the 17th century, but it's still a makeshift team, just a bunch of people who can't be on the stage!
Don’t believe in science but metaphysics?
After all, you are a graduate of West Point University.

Charles Grassley's silence made Norman Schwarzkopf's face burn with pain. He knew what he was doing, but the "weird" scene still shocked him. Why was his forehead bleeding?
Why did the United States suddenly fall into civil turmoil after I came to power?
Why has the situation developed to this point?
Apart from metaphysics, what else could make the United States so embarrassed?
"Charles..." he called softly.

The Senate President was startled and looked into the eyes of his leader, and could only nod his head reluctantly.

"Don't worry, if you help me this time, I will let you serve as the Deputy Secretary of Defense of the Pentagon. This is my promise to you. Please do it as soon as possible!" After Norman Schwarzkopf made the promise, he left in a hurry.

Rubbing his temple, Charles Grassley felt a headache. How could this happen?

Jingle bell bell~
The phone in his pocket vibrated. Charles picked up the phone unhappily, but when he saw the caller ID, his hand paused and his eyes flashed. After it rang about seven or eight times, he finally answered it. "Good afternoon, Walker."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Charles."

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"It must be very difficult for the Minister of Defense to see his granddaughter suddenly fall ill."

Charles Grassley opened his eyes immediately, his mind buzzing, "Did you do this?"

George Herbert Walker Bush on the other side smiled and said, "Did he ask you to go find a wizard?"

These words made the other party feel cold all over, and he felt like he was being monitored.

"Don't worry, I'm not God. I just want to talk to you. How about coming to see me in the evening?"

"night…"

"When my father was still alive, he never treated you unfairly, and he told me more than once that you are a talented person and an American patriot. Do you want to see America continue like this?"

"Come on, I'll wait for you at the old place at 8 o'clock in the evening." The young Bush on the other end hung up the phone directly.

Charles Grassley sighed helplessly.

He knew what Bush Jr. meant...

The power of the United States is not something that the Pentagon can manipulate.

……

(End of this chapter)