Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 625 When the East Is Dark, the West Is Bright!
The first meeting between the two women was not as "stormy" as expected; on the contrary, it was quite "gentle," with them praising each other's children as adorable.

But Victor still felt a sweat breaking out on his back.

It's not fear, but a sense of embarrassment after one's moral bottom line has been breached. In the past, emperors certainly didn't care; that's how society is. If it were the Middle East, they wouldn't care either; having three or four wives is commonplace.

A kind of immoral...excitement?
Four or five minutes later, Krista Schroeder, perhaps feeling the pressure, left with little Caesar. Before leaving, the child waved to Victor and Belsaria, saying, "Goodbye, Daddy and Auntie."

"Goodbye."

Belsaria held the child and shook the little one's hand, "Brutus, say goodbye to your brother."

Wait until the other party leaves.

Viktor wiped the sweat from his brow, and just as he was wondering how to begin, Belsaria spoke first, "She is indeed very beautiful, and you have excellent taste."

“I’ve always had good taste, just like when I chose you as my wife.”

The other person, who was originally going to be sarcastic, was taken aback by these words. Their tense face softened instantly, and their anger dissipated by more than half. "You have a mouth, you really know how to talk."

Viktor smiled and stood up, picked up the child, and pulled her to sit in his lap, whispering something to her.

The Secret Service deputy director and bodyguard, Rohus Misch, quietly closed the door, wiped the sweat from his face, muttered a few words, and left.

That's how women are; you just need to coax them a little.

Of course, if that doesn't work, try nudging a couple of times. As long as it doesn't take more than three seconds, it should be enough to satisfy you.

Just then, the phone on the table rang urgently.

Viktor patted Belsaria's butt, and she rolled her eyes at him. Viktor laughed and walked over to answer the phone. It was Casare's voice on the other end, "Boss, a fight has broken out!"

There was no panic in his tone; on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased.

"What's going on?"

"After the meeting, we showed them our Mexican booth, including the planned 3G network system and Mexico's investment in transportation, aerospace, and the internet over the next five years. Many companies wanted to sign contracts on the spot, but while they were queuing, they started arguing and even got into a fight."

Casare clicked his tongue twice, "So the most direct business battle is still using your fists. Boss, you didn't see it. That left hook sent teeth flying."

"and then?"

"They were pulled away by security personnel maintaining order; the scene was absolutely chaotic."

Viktor was in a good mood. "They all have good judgment. Don't they know whether it's profitable or not? Tell them we're going to invest 1 trillion rials over the next five years, and I'll tell you, even the hatred of killing one's father will be forgotten."

“You need to explain the policies to them, especially the fact that monopolies are not allowed in Mexico and everyone should form joint ventures.”

“I told them that apart from a few who remained resistant, most were very cooperative, especially Cisco, a network solutions provider. CEO John Chambers was the first to sign a joint venture agreement with us and said that he would move the company over as soon as possible. He really likes Mexico.”

Cisco?

Viktor's deepest memories were immediately unearthed.

He remembered that this company from San Jose, California, was ranked 15th in global brand value in 2020.

“He can be given appropriate resources.”

"I see."

After chatting for a while, Casare hung up the phone, but the cheers coming from the other end indicated that something big had happened.

Victor shook his head. "Casare is still as unreliable as ever."

Belsaria held the child, "Perhaps, in your presence, he possesses such a pure and innocent heart?"

"Yes, when I met him, he was planning to take me to a brothel, hahaha. I still remember how he was being teased by the prostitute. Now that I think about it, it was only four years ago, but in the blink of an eye, everything has changed."

With a thoughtful reminiscence in his eyes, Victor couldn't help but sigh, "Perhaps the luckiest thing in my life is not that I conquered Mexico, but that you, the children, and my good brothers."

Damn it! I have to write down these scumbag quotes again.

Although she didn't know how much of what he said was true, Belsaria's anger completely subsided after hearing it, and she even gently smoothed out his clothes. "Let's go there tonight. Don't say I'm just a jealous person."

Viktor was delighted to hear this and was about to kiss the other person when he heard another knock on the door.

"Damn, why am I so busy?" He almost laughed.

"Work is important, I'll head back now."

"Okay, slow down on the road."

Belsaria nodded, and when she opened the door to go out, she saw two people standing at the door, one tall and one short, like two guardian deities.

"lady!"

The Mexican Counterintelligence Director General Jeff Bennett and the Mexican Information Agency's Augustin Przeučil greeted each other with clasped hands.

"Hello, I'm going back now. You guys chat."

After the two watched each other leave, Viktor's voice came from inside, "Come in."

They went inside and saw their leader flick a lighter, light it, and toss it away casually. "What's going on? Why did you all come together?"

“Sir, our people have found Norman Schwarzkopf. He’s being held captive in the Pentagon’s internal hospital, with no visitors allowed. Bush is trying to kill him there. Meanwhile, Louisiana has announced its intention to talk to the new government and, if its legal rights can be guaranteed, it won’t rule out rejoining the United States.” Augustine Prueuccier frowned, his tone becoming somewhat unsteady. “I think this is a signal that the Skull and Bones organization behind Bush is working hard to make this happen and help him win the election.”

Viktor was also somewhat taken aback when he heard the news.

They've already rebelled, and you still want to negotiate?

Is it really necessary to be so frivolous?
What about the other states?

“Paul Constantine Stuart of Texas made it clear that it was impossible, and Bramo of Illinois also refused, but I think if things continue like this, it might really be reintegrated by George W. Bush.”

Jeff Bennett chimed in, “But I think that’s a possibility. But don’t worry, Norman Schwarzkopf left behind too many problems, including the formation of militias. There are more than 120 militias in Alaska alone, not to mention the self-defense forces formed by corporations. It’s basically impossible to disband them.”

"And George W. Bush is a very arrogant and proud man. He certainly wouldn't allow such a large force with automatic rifles and rocket launchers to exist, which seriously threatens the security of the White House. I think if he wins the election, the civil war will last a long time."

"But we still can't let our guard down. Maybe we can sponsor more American organizations and let them make a bigger splash."

Viktor suddenly realized!
"I see, you two are here to ask for money, aren't you?"

Jeff Bennett and Augustine Prueuccier both blushed.

"You've been going around in circles, and it really is all about money. The performance was quite good; I thought I was listening to a comedy routine." "Sir, we're absolutely not exaggerating; it's true," Jeff Bennett quickly replied.

Viktor thought about it carefully. George W. Bush was indeed a very strong-willed person. Wasn't it him who launched the famous wars in Afghanistan and Iraq in his previous life, which almost brought the United States to its knees? This kind of person doesn't consider the consequences; he just does what he wants!

“I will discuss with Casare the possibility of increasing funding for the intelligence services and the Mexican International Agency for Research and Development, but think about how fast you’re spending money. Ethan Hunt is already earning foreign exchange for the country, while you’re still just making empty promises. Hmph.”

Both of them were a little embarrassed…

But Ethan Hunt, that beast, is incomparable. His brother is practically gilded, and women keep showering him with money. That's a skill.

"Alright, how's the mole in Colombia doing?"

Allied progress in drug control there has been relatively slow…

Even a week ago, an assassination attempt targeting high-ranking officials on the Eastern Front nearly wiped out the command headquarters. The target was very accurate, but it was a dud, which terrified Sir Peter de la Billier, the British commander on the Eastern Front.

There's definitely a mole here, and one in a very high position!

Intelligence agencies from more than a dozen countries have joined forces, determined to catch that bastard.

Augustine Prueuccier held Jeff Bennett's hand. "The Mexican Information Agency has located 17 Cali Cartel intelligence points in Bogotá and other parts of Colombia, all of which are under our counter-surveillance. We have also found a mole within the government."

"Give us some time, and we'll definitely be able to find out their identities."

Viktor's expression softened slightly. "That's fine then. I don't want one or two high-ranking officers to die on the Eastern Front; that would be a disgrace."

"Alright, you guys go ahead and get busy."

The two men saluted him and then left the house.

Everyone felt a bit sweaty.

“It’s all your fault. The Führer saw right through your plan,” said Augustine Przeukil of the Information Bureau.

Jeff Bennett retorted, "It's not my fault, it's definitely because you didn't act convincingly enough."

The two department heads walked away, exchanging sarcastic remarks about each other.

...

The White House Roundtable Office.

George W. Bush sat comfortably in his chair, rocking back and forth, feeling the warmth of his backside. He picked up the telephone, a symbol of power, from the table and said in a pretentious manner, "Hello, connect me to the Pentagon, Calvin Waller! I'm ordering all troops to attack Mexico and unleash all our nuclear weapons on them. I'm going to blow up that son of a bitch Victor. North America belongs to America, and it belongs to me!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself and clicked his tongue twice.

So cool!
Of course, would he dare to issue that order?
Calvin Waller didn't dare accept it either, and just acted like a tough guy like an idiot.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Please come in!"

Bush called out very politely.

Then Senate President Charles Grassley walked in, expressionless, and handed him the documents in his hand. "Sir, these are the names of the new senators."

George W. Bush glanced at it casually and tossed it aside. He looked at the other man and said, "Charles, I feel like you've been quite distant from me lately?"

"Are you complaining that I didn't make you president?"

Charles Grassley remained calm. "No, sir. I'm glad America has your leadership."

George W. Bush stood up and waved his hand. "Hey, don't talk about being a leader. It's just that everyone believes I can take on this critical task now. Don't worry, I promise you I won't let you suffer any losses. It's just that the situation is unstable right now, and you can't handle it. I'll take your place for one term, and then I'll give it to you later."

“Well then, Melia Cruz died in the FBI’s underground cell. That damned Trent Taylor killed her, and it breaks my heart.” George W. Bush covered his mouth, his brow furrowed slightly. “You can continue working in the CIA for now.”

He said it with an air of "Look how good I am to you."

Charles Grassley was itching to punch the other guy. "You bastard, I can't handle it, but you can?"
You, Little Bush, are sitting on the Bible—very secure.

What CIA director?
The CIA was decimated during Trent Taylor's tenure as FBI director; there were hardly any left. Overseas branches weren't even paying salaries, and it's said that agents started selling sausages.

You want me to be the director of a department like this?
Are you trying to make me take the blame?
Believe it or not, it's actually quite possible.

But Charles Grassley still had to appear happy, giving the other party a smile and saying, "Thank you, Mr. President!"

This made Bush feel very pleased, and he patted the other person on the shoulder, saying, "I believe in you."

"If you need anything or need any help, just come to me, buddy."

Charles Grassley responded, then left the Round Table office, closed the door, and his face darkened. He didn't respond to anyone who greeted him.

Only after walking back to his office did he angrily pick up the American flag on the table and tear it apart while cursing.

It wasn't that he wasn't calm enough, but rather that he understood his current situation.

Since signing the Twelfth Treaty, his name has become utterly discredited. Many people have suggested removing him from his position as Speaker of the Senate, but George W. Bush has neither responded nor appeased him. That is the answer.

As for having him concurrently serve as a CIA agent, it's simply a prelude to removing him from his position as Senate President.

Charles could say frankly: perhaps the day the new government is formed will be the day he steps down.

He's feeling very anxious right now.

Throwing yourself out into the fray to attract votes from extremists—that's something George H.W. Bush did when he was alive.

"Discarding a donkey after it has served its purpose! It's like killing a donkey after it has done its work!"

He panicked, picked up the phone, thought for a moment, then put it down again. He took his phone to the office restroom and called General Max Welseman, the deputy commander of the Central Command, who was also the deputy head of the delegation who had gone to Mexico with him.

Wait for the other side to answer.

His first words almost made General Max Welseman, who was taking a dump, shrink back in fright.

"Buddy, George W. Bush might want us dead. Can we stage a coup?!"

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(End of this chapter)