Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 611 The game begins...

Marius Edwards's appearance is... well, let's just say it's not his best feature.

He was less than five feet tall, had an ugly face, and a ridiculous mind!
He and his sister are completely opposite...

He had just enjoyed a banquet today. When he was the deputy county executive in Tijuana, he had close ties with some businessmen, and those people started seeing him even more frequently after they heard that he had been transferred to the center of power.

He even hosted a drinking party today, and the flattery at the table made him a little carried away.

After hanging up the phone, Marius Edwards saw his female secretary sitting in the office area, especially since she was wearing a short skirt. He immediately became furious and, for some reason, went up to her and slapped her on the butt.

Snapped--

Very crisp!
The female secretary screamed, turned her head sharply, and exclaimed excitedly, "What are you doing!"

Everyone around, busy with their work, looked up.

“Candice, your ass is really bouncy,” Marius Edwards said with a lewd smile.

"Has your boyfriend been taking better care of himself lately?"

These words were so blatant that even bystanders found them hard to bear. A young man who looked quite young was about to stand up, but his companion pulled him back, whispering, "Don't step forward. He has connections with the leader. Do you want to die, kid?"

"This is too much! It's utterly chaotic! I can't stand it!" The young man stood up, slamming his hand on the table. "Enough! If you're drunk, go lie down over there. Don't embarrass yourself here!"

The sudden angry shout startled Marius Edwards and his colleagues. After a couple of seconds, the man suddenly became enraged, charging forward like an angry bull, shoving the young man in the face, grabbing his glasses and throwing them on the ground, stomping on them, and yelling, "Who do you think you are, insulting me!"

"This is the National Palace!! Not the streets or downtown area!"

"National Palace? Bah!! Let me tell you, my sister gave birth to Viktor's son, and this place might be my home too!"

"So, in ancient times you were just servants. If it were back then, and you people still wanted to enter the imperial palace, let me tell you, the women would go to the pillboxes and the men would go to sell drugs. Bah! You have no gratitude whatsoever!"

These words were like a hurricane, leaving everyone stunned and speechless.

Is that a fair way to put it?

"Marius Edward!!!" A furious roar rang out, and everyone looked towards the doorway, where they saw the Führer standing with a livid face, walking in with a gold-plated ashtray in his hand.

Casare stood to the side, silent and with a grim expression; they had been standing at the door for quite some time.

He really didn't understand!

Mud...

Are these relatives of the emperor really brainless?

Would anyone really say something like that?

Anyone with even a slightly humble personality wouldn't have caused such a commotion.

But looking at history...

You can always find many, many, many examples in it.

Take Dou Xian for example!

As the brother of Empress Dou, the wife of Emperor Zhang of Han, he forcibly occupied Princess Qingshui's garden and even openly lied to Emperor Zhang when he inquired about it, and was rebuked for "calling a deer a horse".

Later, he was imprisoned for assassinating Liu Chang, a member of the royal family. In order to exonerate himself, he volunteered to lead a northern expedition against the Xiongnu. Although he made great achievements (inscribed on Yanran Mountain), he became even more arrogant and plotted a rebellion.

Then there's Liang Ji, who killed three emperors in a row. Even Emperor Zhi of Han was poisoned simply for saying "This is an arrogant general." He forcibly seized thousands of miles of land in Luoyang to build a hunting ground, treated the national treasury as his private treasury, and embezzled more than 30 billion coins, equivalent to half a year's tax revenue in the Eastern Han Dynasty...

The taxes collected in Goose City will be collected hundreds of years later.

These people all received "elite education" from a young age, and after becoming maternal relatives, they became arrogant and difficult to control!
And Marius Edward is the uncle of Viktor's eldest son, so... wouldn't he be on a roll from now on?

There's a saying: "A wolf from Zhongshan becomes arrogant and unruly once it gains power!"
Moreover, as a high-ranking official, Casare knew some secrets. Although everyone was closely loyal to Victor, they all had their own opinions on the issue of "successor".

Everyone has their own kind of social dynamics.

People led by Cuauhtór and Goebbels preferred Caesar the Younger because his maternal clan had little influence and would not have a greater impact on society or its future. Mexico should never become a "feudal dynasty"; the sun of North America should shine for one generation.

But what if it's the youngest son, with Bramo on the outside and Belsaria on the inside? What if he "uses Mexico's resources to win the favor of the United States"?
So, when the two sons were born…

Some interest groups have begun to gradually engage in power struggles.

Doesn't Viktor know that?
Of course he knows!
And they know that even children born to the same mother will fight each other for power, let alone two children born to different mothers…

The general died a very tragic death!
But as a father, he loved both sons equally. The reason he sent Marius Edward to help Casare was precisely to provide support for young Caesar, so that even if things changed later, he could still be of assistance…

But he never expected...

The other party is incredibly arrogant!

Marius Edwards turned his head and saw Victor, his face stiffening. "Brother-in-law..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked in the stomach, flying three meters away, crashing into the desk with a cry of pain, and falling to the ground. The drunkard instantly sobered up and stared at him in horror.

Viktor's rage level is off the charts!
He always thought he had become much calmer after taking this position, but deep down he was still very violent. He grabbed an ashtray and smashed it with his backhand—bang!
The sound of the ashtray hitting Marius Edwards's cheekbone was so loud that you could hear the cheekbone cracking. Victor held his head down and smashed the ashtray into his mouth, breaking his teeth into several pieces in an instant.

Blood was flowing freely...

The screams of agony were incessant.

Seeing his miserable state, the government employees in the office felt relieved, but looking at Marius Edwards's miserable state, they still felt a little uneasy.

The young man who had just stood up and reprimanded him was a little pale. He glanced at his colleague and lowered his voice, "The Führer has always been like this..."

He didn't even know how to describe it.

Brutal? Savage?
His colleague gave him a knowing look, covered his mouth, and said in a voice that was only for the two of them, "Back in Tijuana, we used to kill drug dealers when we caught them, but we felt it was a waste. Do you know what order the Führer gave?"

The young man shook his head.

“All drug dealers are scraped down to their bones. Mexican human skeletons are sold all over the world and purchased by many medical institutions.”

The young man was stunned; this was truly the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

"What do you call this in Asia? A bodhisattva's heart, an arhat's methods. I think Marius will be badly injured, if not killed, today." The colleague said with some schadenfreude.

The main problem is that Marius Edwards is too immature. On his first day of work, he demanded that someone prepare his office. First of all, he is not of a rank that allows him to have a private office, but he insisted on it. Secondly, he keeps bringing up the fact that the Führer has some kind of relationship with him.

That's too high-profile, who would respect you?

"Waaaaah...waaaah..." Marius Edwards waved his hands and pleaded when he saw that Victor was about to hit him again.

Casare hesitated for a moment, then came over and said, "Your Majesty, if we continue fighting, he will die."

Having vented his pent-up anger, Victor's expression softened slightly. He stood up, looked at the ashtray in his hand, which was covered in blood, and said, "Hand him over to the Internal Affairs Department and have George Smiley investigate him thoroughly. If he's been using my name to commit atrocities outside, he'll be locked up in prison and never allowed to come out."

Casare shuddered…

There are two interpretations to not leaving prison: either you stay in there until you die, or you die inside.

As Victor's loyal henchman, he knew what it meant!
“I understand.” Victor left with a grim face, and as he reached the door, he looked up at the young man who had just spoken. “What’s your name?”

The other person paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "Oscar, Oscar Schindler!"

“Very good. Sometimes it takes courage to stand up. I think he is worth nurturing.” Viktor nodded, the last part of his sentence being directed at Casare, who looked him up and down and nodded. “The young man studied in Germany, has a doctorate, and is a top student.”

"Then we'll have to increase our responsibilities."

After Victor finished speaking, he left, and Marius Edward, who was lying on the ground, was naturally dragged away.

Casare chuckled and patted the bewildered Oscar Schindler on the shoulder, offering encouragement before leaving.

"Damn! Schindler, you're going to be rich!" His colleague looked at him with a flushed face and even a hint of jealousy in his eyes. The boss doesn't say things out of the blue for no reason. Sometimes a casual remark can be worth more than ten years of hard work. Everyone can see his future.

My colleague slapped his forehead, somewhat annoyed, and said, "If only I had stepped forward too, why didn't I get this good opportunity?"

Oscar Schindler opened his mouth but then closed it again.

Sometimes, opportunity and crisis coexist. Colleagues are certainly not wrong. You want to protect yourself and don't want to offend them, but you also lose your sharp and enterprising spirit.

This society…

It's still too complicated!

He immediately calmed down, exchanged a few perfunctory words with his congratulating colleague, and then sat back down in his seat. He still had a lot of work to do.

As soon as Victor returned to his office, Krista Schroeder called. He didn't want to answer, but after hesitating for a moment, he picked up anyway.

He had expected the other party to beg him to forgive Marius Edward, but to his surprise, Krista Schroeder instead launched into a tirade against her brother and demanded that Victor punish him severely.

"The reputation of our Vieri family must not be tarnished by such a morally depraved person!"

This statement is powerful and resounding.

Before he died, he casually remarked, "The other day, Caesar's kindergarten taught them to draw, and he drew his first picture. When will you come to visit?"

Viktor couldn't bring himself to refuse, and after a long silence, he finally said, "I understand."

Snapped-

Hang up the phone.

He rubbed his temples, a slight headache throbbing, "Women..."

Meanwhile, in a luxury villa on the west side of Mexico City.

It's so empty—

Night fell, and the lights weren't even turned on; it was pitch black.

Krista Schroeder sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, patting her sleeping son in her arms, gently stroking his cheek with her fingers, and talking to herself, "You have to grow up quickly. Don't worry, he's yours, and he'll always be yours. Mom will protect you for the rest of your life."

...

Viktor's personal life is a complete mess, and so is the world's affairs!
Saddam Hussein announced that he possessed nuclear weapons.

The whole world was stunned.

Secretary General Boutros Boutros-Ghali stared blankly at the speech by Mexican UN Special Rapporteur Joachim Ribbentrop. He glanced at his watch furtively. Damn…

These beasts!

The meeting lasted for more than ten hours, which is simply unbelievable.

Are these people trying to wear him down?

Mr. Secretary-General, distinguished delegates:
"Today, we are facing not only the ambition of a regime, but also a blatant trampling on the collective security of humanity! The Saddam Hussein regime—the executioner who used chemical weapons to massacre Kurdish civilians and used nerve gas to kill tens of thousands of people in the Iran-Iraq War—is now extending its clutches to nuclear weapons!!"

"This is absolutely intolerable!"

"Iraq's nuclear ambitions are a disastrous poison for peace in the Middle East and even the world! History has already proven this: when Saddam's tanks rolled across the Kuwaiti border, he threatened to use 'weapons of mass destruction' against the international community; when UN inspectors demanded a thorough investigation of his arsenal, he wove a trap with lies, hiding chemical weapons under hospitals and schools. If such a regime controls the nuclear button, who can guarantee that Baghdad won't drop nuclear bombs on any part of the world? Who can say that he won't turn the Middle East into a radioactive wasteland for oil hegemony?"

"What is even more outrageous is that its nuclear program itself is a betrayal of the international order! Iraq signed the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons, yet secretly colluded with certain individuals to acquire enriched uranium, building the Osirak reactor under the guise of 'peaceful research.' When Israel destroyed the facility in 1981, Saddam roared for 'revenge,' but this concealed the fact that, had it not been for those two minutes of airstrikes, he was only one step away from a nuclear weapon! Today, we will never allow history to repeat itself!"

"But I never imagined that Israel, once the leader of Israel, would now stand with its adversary. What is this? What are they trying to confront?"

"What do they want!"

"Mr. Chairman, the collusion between Saddam Hussein's regime and terrorism is no secret—he awarded 'martyrdom bonuses' to the families of suicide bombers, and his agents shared chemical weapons technology with al-Qaeda. If nuclear materials fall into the hands of terrorists, New York, London, and Tokyo could become the next Chernobyl. And now he is involved with Israeli apocalyptic terrorism, which is carrying out killings in the Middle East. This is the greatest threat to humanity."

"Gentlemen, yesterday's Nazis are today's Jews!!"

We call on the Security Council:

Freeze all overseas assets related to Iraq and Israel immediately!

We urge both parties to discuss this issue immediately!

Iraq was immediately ordered to halt the related research.

If we allow venomous snakes to develop their fangs, the next victim will be all of humanity! Thank you!

He bowed to the crowd.

Some of the people sitting below were deep in thought, some were dozing off, some had complicated expressions, and some were sneering.

“The Mexicans are the ones who disrupt order. Now that it’s someone else’s turn to disrupt order, they’re not happy about it.” The representatives from several small countries sitting in the back muttered to each other. It was the Polish person who spoke.

"Shh, shh, shh, don't let him hear you, or he'll beat you up when he stands up," someone warned.

These words were irrefutable. The Pole's face darkened, and he was genuinely a little scared. He glanced at the stage and saw that more people were going up. Knowing that it wouldn't stop anytime soon, he shook his head and said, "I'm going to the cafeteria to get some food. Are you coming?"

"Let's go, let's go together."

Three or four people walked out of the back door, breathed in the fresh air, and grumbled to each other as they headed towards the cafeteria.

As they reached the cafeteria entrance, not noticing anyone, the Polish representative at the front bumped into a food cart, causing it to overturn. He clutched his thigh in pain and grumbled, "Hey..."

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze fell on the MP5 that had fallen out of the food cart!

Such weapons are not permitted inside the United Nations headquarters.

The Polish representative looked up in astonishment, and the air suddenly fell silent…

"Shit!! Do it! Do it!" The man pushing the food cart pressed his earpiece, pulled out a pistol, and fired at the four men, hitting them in the head.

He picked up the MP5 player, grinning maliciously.

"The game has begun!!!"

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(End of this chapter)