Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 623 I bled for the organization!

In fact, Viktor has a deep... fear.

Actually, when he saw that Mexico only had a little over 170 square kilometers of land, he couldn't sleep at night. Damn it, it wasn't even in the top ten. He felt really uncomfortable.

Most importantly, there is not enough strategic depth; don't say this thing is unimportant.

Look at Israel. If it weren't for the support of the Americans, would the people around it have beaten it to a pulp? Believe it or not.
One missile from them can blow you to pieces, while a dozen of yours can't even hit a city. That's the difference.

So now that Mexico has dismembered the United States, who is jumping the most out of their way?
Old Yi!
They clamored to help America return to its homeland, shouting "Wahahahaha, kill them!" But in the end, they couldn't even fly across the Atlantic and could only cower in a corner, hoping the giants wouldn't look at them.

Try to fill the box with quail.

Many political brokers have approached Viktor, hoping to maintain stability in the Middle East and urging him to exercise restraint and prevent further conflict.

It made Viktor almost laugh.

But naturally, I don't need to bother with that side; my little brothers are all eager to get started.

On October 7th, he took a rare day off and went to the beach with his wife and children. Belsaria seemed to have figured something out, and her mood had improved considerably, which made Viktor very happy.

Wearing a pair of shorts, she stood on the beach, holding her son in her left arm and her daughter in her right, rubbing her nose against them vigorously, making the two little ones giggle non-stop.

Belsaria, wearing a bikini and sunglasses, sat under a parasol, watching the scene with a smile.

She was still thinking about her brother Bramo's words: "Victor and you have feelings for each other, and your feelings are very strong. Most importantly, you are the first lady he publicly acknowledges!"

"Just do your duty as a wife, and what's yours will still be yours. Don't make a fuss or argue. That woman named Krista Schroeder can't outmaneuver you."

Respond to all changes with immovability.

Belsaria is a smart woman; she understands things clearly.

Victor, on the other hand, had a very clear idea about his two sons. He believed that they would have to rely on their own abilities when they grew up. He couldn't possibly support them to the top. If they were capable, they could take over; if not, they could rely on their surnames. Being a wealthy man for the rest of their lives would be enough.

Besides, maybe they won't be interested in politics in the future?

Who can predict the future?
After playing until he was exhausted, Viktor returned, panting, carrying the child. Belsaria gently took the child from him and said in a soft voice, "Take a rest first, don't overexert yourself."

“Not tired at all. What’s tiring about holding your own kids?” Victor said, clicking his tongue at them, which made the two children laugh.

But these precious moments are always rare.

Rohus Misch, the bodyguard, jogged over and stood two meters away, looking hesitant. Victor looked up at him, handed the child to Belsaria, and sighed softly, "What is it now? You won't even give me this precious time. Is there anything Casare can't handle?"

Rohus Misch walked over and greeted Belsaria. "Sir, something has happened in the United States again. Norman Schwarzkopf's wife and children have come to our Mexican consulate in Germany, hoping to obtain political asylum!"

???

"They said they were being chased by a group of people and hoped we could guarantee their safety."

Viktor sat up straight immediately. "The Norman Schwarzkopf family?"

"Yes, we've confirmed it's correct."

"Any further information from the Pentagon?"

“Our informants haven’t sent any news, but Norman Schwarzkopf hasn’t appeared in public for at least a month, and the work is now being handled by Deputy Defense Secretary Calvin Waller.”

"It seems something has happened. Call everyone in the intelligence department."

"Yes!"

Rohus Misch ran quickly to call for help, while Victor looked apologetically at Belsaria, who patted her daughter on the back. "I'll take them to take a nap."

"Okay, I've asked the chef to cook your favorite dishes tonight, and I'll keep you company."

Belsaria handed the child to the maid beside her, kissed Victor, and left. Watching her daughter-in-law's retreating figure, she slowly withdrew her gaze, her brows slightly furrowed.

What exactly happened at the Pentagon?!

...

"I'll strangle you, I'll strangle you!!"

Meanwhile, in the VIP ward of the Pentagon, Trent Taylor was gripping Norman Schwarzkopf's neck tightly as he lay on the bed, gritting his teeth. Schwarzkopf's face was flushed and swollen from the grip, and he was even rolling his eyes back.

he is very angry!

My aunt and cousin had left the United States without me even knowing, and even sought asylum in Mexico. What is this if not betrayal?!
Norman Schwarzkopf's lips twitched, and his lips moved slightly.

"enough!"

Just then, the door was pushed open with a thud, and a group of people rushed in. Leading them was Walker Bush, surrounded by Deputy Secretary of Defense Calvin Waller, Senate President Charles Grassley, and Central Command Deputy Commander General Max Weltman, among others.

Trent Taylor acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to grip the other person tightly.

George W. Bush raised an eyebrow and waved his hand. The two bodyguards standing behind him rushed forward and grabbed Trent Taylor's arms from both sides without any politeness, pulling him down. He was still struggling when they slapped him across the face, making a very crisp sound.

The other person's expression immediately cleared up.

"How are you? Calmed down?" George W. Bush looked down at him. Trent Taylor sat slumped on the floor, head bowed, trembling all over. Bush walked around him to the bedside, looked at Norman Schwarzkopf, and softened his tone, "General, how are you? Feeling any better?"

"Heh heh..."

The other person made a coughing sound, their eyes slightly bloodshot. "You want to be president too, huh? Hahahaha..."

"I just feel that America shouldn't be like this, and I want to make America great again!"

"Greatness? Based on what? Based on your family's corruption or your wife's family's corruption?" Norman Schwarzkopf's voice trembled. "You're only after power!"

He wasn't afraid, he was angry!
He looked at Deputy Secretary of Defense Calvin Waller, Senate President Charles Grassley, and others, asking, "Did you betray me too?"

Calvin Waller looked away somewhat guiltily. He was the vice president of the "Golden Knights" and had a good personal relationship with the other party, which made him feel a little ashamed.

Charles Grassley, however, remained calm, saying, "From the day you led your troops to openly trample on Congress, you were destined to fail. Some things cannot be solved by violence."

"traitor!"

George W. Bush didn't bother to say anything more to the other man, and shook his head. "You stay here and rest. Calvin Waller will help you with your Pentagon job, and the White House will resume its duties in the United States. Don't make things difficult for me, Norman."

He turned around with a flourish, and as he reached the door, he turned back and said, "By the way, this is your nephew, right? Don't worry, from now on he's no longer the director of the intelligence department. You can do whatever you want with him. I hate people like that too."

Trent Taylor looked up abruptly, stunned and incredulous. When he saw the other man about to leave, he panicked and rushed over, grabbing Bush's leg. "Sir! Sir, you're kicking me while I'm down! You promised me that if I helped you, you'd let me join Skull and Bones and give me a high-ranking position!"

The bodyguard next to him came over and tried to pull him away, but Trent Taylor held on tightly, which angered the bodyguard, who stomped on the man's head, causing it to bleed profusely.

George W. Bush squinted and lowered his head. "Skull and Bones? I'm sorry, but to maintain the purity of our blood, we never recruit lower-level members. Do any of your parents or elders hold any important positions?"

Trent Taylor clutched his forehead, screaming, "I served Skull and Bones, I served you all!!"

“There are plenty of people who want to do good for us, they could stretch all the way to Asia. You’re just a dog we keep. How can a dog sit in a position like the Director of the National Intelligence Agency?”

"Your bloodline is not pure enough."

Norman Schwarzkopf laughed beside him, laughed heartily, laughed loudly, laughed until tears streamed down his face. "This idiot, do you really believe what the elite say?"

Softie!

Trent Taylor was still shouting, "I shed blood for the organization!! Little Bush, I curse you, I curse you to die a worse death than your father, I curse your whole family to be wiped out, I curse you!!!"

He was cursing like a madman.

George W. Bush paused as he walked out, and Deputy Secretary of Defense Calvin Waller's eyes flashed with reluctance, but he finally sighed.

"Take good care of him, handle him properly."

The bodyguard shuddered, lowered his head and responded. After everyone had gone far away, the two men grabbed Trent Taylor and dragged him out.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!"

"Uncle, uncle, save me! Uncle, save me!!"

Trent Taylor cried out in terror.

Norman Schwarzkopf lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but tears could still be seen sliding down his cheeks.

Trent Taylor, who was being dragged out, was still shouting towards the doctor's office, but at this point, no one dared to come out; they were all hiding inside, trembling with fear.

The bodyguard dragged Trent Taylor into the bathroom, opened the toilet, blocked the opening with a towel, then flushed the toilet. Once the water was full, he shoved Trent Taylor's head into the toilet!
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

He struggled desperately, but the bodyguard had clearly been in this line of work for a long time and was ruthless. He held him down and didn't move, even when there were bloody scratches on his arms, he remained calm.

Gradually...

I stopped struggling.

As soon as he let go, the body slid down.

The two men opened the window and threw Trent Taylor out—bang!

It crashed to the ground, smashing into a bloody mess!
"Let's go."

The two exchanged a glance and then left.

That same afternoon, The Washington Post published the news of Trent Taylor's death from falling from a building.

Meanwhile, the White House announced that Norman Schwarzkopf was stepping down as Secretary of Defense due to health reasons, and that Deputy Secretary of Defense Calvin Waller would assume the post.

And similarly...

They also announced that a new general election will be held this year!
The Democratic Progressive Party and the Communist Party of China will compete for a new leader by the end of this year.

This series of changes happened so quickly that it was astonishing.

But everyone knows that there's more to this than meets the eye...

There must be something fishy!
……

(End of this chapter)