Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 619 You're a genius!
On the morning of September 3rd.

Viktor gave an exclusive interview to a reporter from Lianhe Zaobao at the National Palace.

This newspaper has a huge influence in Asia. Its predecessor was the Nanyang Siang Pau, founded in 1923, and the Sin Chew Daily, founded in 1929. These two long-established newspapers merged in 1983.

Many politicians and business tycoons like to write articles for it.

Ok…

It has certain value in united front work!
In particular, it helped to project a "positive image" of Mexico to Asia, where Mexico needed markets after the war, and the people there were just the right fit.

"Mr. Yuan Xian..."

The reporter for Lianhe Zaobao is a woman in her early 30s named Chen Lilian. She has a great influence in Singapore, especially her beautiful face without makeup, her rigorous and sharp writing style, which has earned her the reputation of "Iron Lady of the Newspaper Industry".

Viktor waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need to be so polite, just call me by my name. Everyone's human rights are equal. The only difference is our jobs. We are all working for world peace, so don't be so reserved. Just call me Viktor."

His tone was very gentle, not at all like... the rumored thug!
Chen Lilian's expression softened slightly. Although she knew this might be a politician's show, it still sounded quite pleasant.

It's like when you're three seconds in and your wife says you're great, it sounds so nice.

Meanwhile, Casare, sitting off-camera, squinted and looked Chen Lilian up and down. This woman is really attractive. Boss, you must want to have a quickie.
No, no, no, although the boss is sometimes lecherous, he's not that desperate for sex.

To put it bluntly, when it comes to power, women are merely an accessory.

Chen Lilian nodded to the photographer, and after some opening remarks, she got to the point.

"Mr. Victor, we know that an armistice agreement has been signed in the Mexican-American War. Does this mean a shift in hegemony from the United States to Mexico? Or, in other words, a shift in the world order?"

That's a very... straightforward question.

Chen Lilian stared at Victor; it was her habit to tell if he was lying.

"The United States has long ceased to be a hegemon. Since June 25, 1950, it has not been a true tough guy. It is more like a male dog that wants to rape anyone it sees, and it will go and do whatever it wants to anyone who is weak. But unfortunately, here, the Mexicans cut off his hair."

Wow, this can be said to be this crude!
"As for the Mexican hegemony you mentioned? We have never considered enslaving anyone; we always engage in dialogue as equals..."

Chen Lilian frowned and continued her offensive, "But is your so-called equality just about using weapons to bomb Medellín and Cali? According to numerous reports, the Allied forces have already killed more than 20,000 people in Colombia. Isn't this damaging bilateral relations?"

Victor squinted, leaned forward, and said frankly and directly, "We're targeting drug cartels in Colombia. As long as you don't get entangled with drug trafficking, your life and property will be absolutely safe. But if you continue to stay with them, you're doomed!"

"However, this approach has led to some controversy..."

“There are always some people who like to scrutinize me with a magnifying glass while ignoring things they need to care about. In the Middle East, why don’t they condemn that damned Israel? They kill civilians, while I kill drug dealers. Anyone who criticizes me has something to hide.”

"Won't this affect Mexico's relations with other countries around the world...?" Chen Lilian said.

Victor spread his hands, "The friendship between Mexico and the world cannot be denied, even if the countries of the world oppose it!"

Fuck!
Why does this sound so cringeworthy, yet somehow satisfying?
The photographer and Chen Lilian had met many leaders; they were humble, hypocritical, and gloomy, but all maintained a certain gentlemanly demeanor. But someone as domineering as Victor was rare! Rare! Rare!

Hmm... No wonder some of his fans call Viktor "The Great," praising his character.

Chen Lilian quickly regained her senses. She put her legs down and sat up straight, her figure forming a beautiful curve. This was one of her little tricks; she liked to see the covetousness in the eyes of those high and mighty people.

Victor wasn't a saint; he must have glanced at it a couple of times before looking away. Chen Lilian felt a sense of voyeuristic pleasure that made her very happy.

She is a woman who makes good use of her body.

"Then, what will the Mexican government do about New Mexico and California...?" She continued to ask questions, but then she saw someone whispering something to the second-in-command, Casare, who immediately stood up and jogged over, entering the frame.

He whispered a few words in Viktor's ear.

Chen Lilian saw the man's expression suddenly change, and then he stood up and said apologetically to her, "I'm sorry, I suddenly had some work to attend to, so I'll arrange for them to take a break."

"it is good!"

Although Chen Lilian was curious, she knew that sometimes it was better not to know too much, so she obediently followed the government personnel away.

As I turned back to leave, I saw Victor, dressed in a suit, walking into the National Palace surrounded by a group of people.

A thought popped into my head: "Men conquer the world, I conquer men!"

"Miss Chen, this way."

"Oh oh oh, okay!"

Back in his office, Viktor slumped into a chair, frowning as he looked at Casare and Intelligence Chief Jeff Bennett, among others. "Damn it, are the Americans idiots? They can't even control their own troops!"

"Even if I were feeding a dog, it would still obey my commands."

"What exactly happened?"

Casare glanced at Jeff Bennett, signaling him it was his turn to speak. Bennett hesitated for a moment before saying, "During the retreat of two regiments of the 7th Infantry Division from Albuquerque Command, a fierce clash broke out with civilians. The frontline commander, General Frederick Franks, was killed on the spot, and enraged soldiers began indiscriminately killing innocent civilians..."

Casare only knew the general outline, but when he heard that the frontline commanders were all dead, he was dumbfounded!

That's a general!

The U.S. military has never lost a commander of this rank in combat...

"Of course, nobody knows exactly how they died. Some say they were killed by their own people," Jeff Bennett said, shrugging. "But in any case, the enraged soldiers burned, killed, and looted in Albuquerque. It is estimated that more than 1 people were injured in the unrest, more than 2000 died, and property losses amounted to billions of dollars."

Upon hearing about the loss, even Viktor couldn't help but tremble with worry.

Damn it! You bastard!
This is all my damn land.

He took a deep breath, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and said, “Send a letter to the United States, demanding that they hand over the murderers to us. I want them hanged on the ruins of Albuquerque. Hold a press conference right now. Also, order the air force to airdrop supplies to Albuquerque and send ground troops to prepare to enter.”

"Anyone who obstructs our rescue efforts is our enemy, and I authorize and approve your use of any weapons to strike the enemy!"

"Yes!" Jeff Bennett straightened up and answered before hurrying away.

Only Casare and Victor remained in the office.

"You son of a bitch, American!"

He cursed, lit a cigarette, turned around to face the window outside, and a slight smile played on his lips…

You're just trying to figure out how to win over the hearts and minds of the people in New Mexico, and now you've handed yourself a knife. You're helping Albuquerque, hanging the murderer on the spot, and giving the victims compensation—not even 1000 rials per person. How do you think that will affect public sentiment?
The people know who is good to them!
So, those Americans are idiots. Once New Mexico is settled, California might complain? Hmph, we'll take them on from both sides!
Thanks to the Americans for the pillow!
Meanwhile, Lianhe Zaobao reporter Chen Lilian had just returned to her hotel to rest when she heard urgent knocking on the door.

Chen Lilian opened the door with a puzzled look on her face and saw her colleague standing there with a flushed face. "Something's happened. The U.S. military has committed a massacre in Albuquerque, killing about 3000 people. It's on the news. Quick, watch TV!"

The other person was stunned, their brain not quite processing what was happening. The colleague rushed in and turned on the hotel TV, randomly selecting a Canadian channel. They saw a broadcast showing the horrific scene in Albuquerque, with corpses everywhere, no blurring of images, and children crying and bewildered.

The streets of Yanbian were all blackened by a fire.

Looks like...

It's like hell!
“Victor’s sudden departure must be because of this,” Chen Lilian said with certainty. Just then, the phone rang, and she answered it. “Oh, okay, thank you.”

After hanging up the phone, she hurriedly said, "The Mexican government is holding an emergency press conference, hurry up."

The two hurriedly carried their equipment to the scene.

September 3, 1993, in the press room of the National Palace.

Casarte himself took to the field.

President Kuukmote is lame and not quite suitable, and Viktor rarely shows his face, remaining a behind-the-scenes leader throughout. That leaves only Casare. He looked serious and, without wasting any words, went straight to the point:
"Government of the Republic of Mexico: Strongest protest against war crimes committed by withdrawing U.S. troops in Albuquerque!"

"On September 2, 1993, in response to the systematic war crimes committed by the 32nd and 17th Infantry Regiments of the United States Army during their withdrawal from Albuquerque, the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs today delivered Note No. 9 to Washington, demanding accountability for the use of force. This atrocity once again exposes the contempt of the US military machine for human rights and international law. Mexico will defend its territory and the safety of its citizens by all means!"

"On the evening of September 2, U.S. troops who were supposed to peacefully withdraw according to the 'US-Mexico Peace Talks - Withdrawal Agreement' carried out vicious arson, murder, and looting in Albuquerque's Old Town, the Rio Grande River estuary, and the city center!"

"Arson: Fires were set on 26 public facilities, including the municipal archives and San Felipe Hospital."

"Furthermore, the two regiments of soldiers committed inhumane acts of massacre and looting, with as many as 10 victims and approximately 3771 deaths! The majority of them were women!"

"It's absolutely outrageous! The list of crimes is endless!"

"Damn it!" Casare cursed indignantly. Everyone heard him, but no one said he was wrong. In fact, he was absolutely right. That was what everyone thought. Damn it!

"Based on the UN Convention on the Non-Applicability of Statutory Limitations to War Crimes and Crimes Against Humanity, Mexico orders the US authorities to: hand over war criminals, including Major William Hudson and Major Aurelio Allen, commanders of the atrocities, to Mexico within 48 hours; and Mexico will send its own interrogators to interrogate the remaining soldiers of the two regiments!"

"Otherwise, Mexico will not agree to a ceasefire!"

"The Mexican military prosecutor's office has established a war crimes investigation team, demanding that the United States cooperate with us unconditionally. The Mexican government hereby promises that it will never let any murderer go unpunished, and that the Mexican side will hang them in Albuquerque to comfort the victims."

"In addition, Mexican forces have responded quickly, the air force has prepared supplies to arrive in Albuquerque, ground troops will quickly intervene in the rescue, and the Mexican government has promised that every victim will receive unconditional medical treatment!"

"Residents of Albuquerque, please rest assured that not everyone belongs to a garbage country like the United States. You now belong to Mexico, and Mexico will always protect you."

"November 1993, 9!"

After reading the message, Casare left with a grim face. Suddenly, he stopped, walked back, banged on the table, and said into the microphone, "I also warn the extremist groups in New Mexico not to attack the rescue team, otherwise the Mexican intelligence agency and the military will wipe them out to the ends of the earth, including her family!"

After this intimidation, he left under the protection of security personnel.

Chen Lilian stood below, listening with a surge of excitement. This was the kind of thing where they pointed their finger at you, demanded you hand over the murderer, and threatened to beat you if you didn't. It was exhilarating to hear.

"Nearly 4000 casualties? Is that true? Could they be making this up? Nobody's verified this number," a colleague said in a low voice in Singapore.

"Whether it's true or not, the moral high ground is in Mexico now. There were many extremist groups resisting the Mexican army's entry into New Mexico. Now? If they really take action, then the army's counterattack is justifiable. Isn't there a saying that he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world?"

People in Southeast Asia are quite familiar with Han culture.

Upon hearing this, the colleague thought for a moment and nodded. If they really encountered that kind of extreme situation, where Albuquerque insisted on fighting the Mexican army regardless of its fate, it would definitely incur public wrath.

Could this be considered a people's war?
"Alright, go back and organize it, and prepare for publication."

Traditional media is relatively slow, but on the internet, although the video cannot be produced yet due to technical reasons, the "Declaration of the Republic of Mexico" and Casara's "warning" have caused a huge uproar online.

There are all sorts of comments.

1st Floor: I think there must be a misunderstanding here. The Albuquerque incident was staged by the Mexican army! The US military has very good discipline, how could they indiscriminately kill innocent people?

2nd Floor: Excellent military discipline? Aren't they the ones who engage in group sex in the military? Aren't they the ones who do drugs in the military? Aren't they the ones who traffic drugs at military bases around the world? Pah, you fucking cum in your anus—you're getting too carried away!

3rd floor: First floor is an idiot!
4th floor: Agreed!

5th floor: Agreed!

...

121st Floor: I have an idea. Casare said he would kill his entire family if they attacked the rescue team. Although it's cruel, it's actually a good thing. Think about it, isn't this a benefit for Black people in America? Some of them were born without fathers. If they went and attacked, Mexico would definitely help them find their fathers. In this way, Mexico would punish the criminals, and the Black people would find their fathers. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?!
122nd floor: You're a real genius!
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(End of this chapter)