Working as a police officer in Mexico

If...

Overthrew the Americans...

Victor swallowed, making a distinct gulping noise in this environment, while Uday stared at his scalp, his gaze as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Thank you!"

This sudden gratitude from Victor baffled him completely.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'll send you to a good place," he said to Uday, trying his best to sound "gentle."

"Contact the FBI, have them take him away."

FBI?

"I won't go! I won't go! Fifty million US dollars, let me go, and I'll give you fifty million!" Uday screamed his lungs out.

"Don't be so nervous, I've heard that over in the United States there's a witness protection program. If you're willing to cooperate and testify against the war crimes your dad committed, maybe, they might even protect you," Victor said very seriously.

Even though "May" Zambada, the head of the Sinaloa Group, was dead, executed by Victor, his son, fearing he'd be implicated, had run straight to the United States and joined the witness program, testifying against Guzman.

He was well-protected by the Americans.

In the art of killing to send a message, they were quite adept.

If Uday testifies against Saddam...

Would "Old Yin X" send someone to kill him then?

After walking out of the interrogation room, Victor lit a cigarette for himself, "Ask the FBI for more benefits. A Uday has to be worth at least five F14s, right?"

Casare, listening behind him, looked helpless.

Is the boss really that obsessed with "tomcats"?

"Five planes? That might be a bit difficult," Kennedy also seemed troubled on the side.

"Shoot for the moon with the demands, settle for less later. Don't underestimate Uday's usefulness; maybe the Yanks can use him to avert a war," Victor said with a smile, squinting his eyes as he took a drag on his cigarette.

This eldest son was born before Sadaam had successfully seized power, using his diapers to pass messages, eventually coming out on top. From a young age, he was being groomed as the heir to the throne...

So much effort was invested in him.

The Americans could get a lot more out of Sadaam.

Benefits are always exchanged. Victor getting a few F14s from the boss wasn't too much to ask, was it?

"Then I'll get the people from our diplomatic department to handle it."

"Make it quick."

After taking a few steps, Victor stopped, "Right, also send a troop of 200 men to Mexico City, fully under the command of Carlos. Elevate his military rank by three levels, appointing him as the head of the Anti-Drug Force office in Mexico City."

Casare glanced at Kennedy, confused.

Is there such a position?

Kennedy shook his head, but if the Director said it existed, then it now existed!

With 1.1 billion points, if it weren't too shocking, Victor would have considered making him a group commander of a ground police force.

With these points, once Cuauhtémoc approved his title, he could manipulate even more people.

Expanding troops!

Expanding weapons!

Take down Chihuahua State and Sinaloa State before 1991.

Victor found a new business opportunity in Uday.

Narcotics officers are police.

So peacekeeping officers are also police, right?

Once he had completely eradicated the drug traffickers, there would still be armed warlords in places like Africa and the Latin American region, disturbing the lives of the local civilians.

Emperor's wish...

A world of great harmony!

"Director, Director..."

As they emerged from the cells onto the surface, they saw James Von Trumbull, the spokesperson for the "Mexico Joint Operations Department," excitedly running over.

Not watching his step, he stumbled.

Luckily, Kennedy was quick to catch and support him.

"Director, news from the front lines in Sonora State. Gómez Loera, a battalion commander of God's Battalion under the Sinaloa Group, as well as seven drug lord leaders were blown up and killed," he said.

"He was listed as the Seven of Hearts in the 'Mexican Poker Card Wanted List' we issued earlier."

The Poker Card Wanted List was originally invented by the Americans in 2003, but Victor took it out ahead of time, ordering all domestic playing card manufacturers to use this design.

Even the casinos used these cards.

Subtly, all drug traffickers were left in a difficult position.

The Ace of Spades was the Big Drug Trafficker: Guzman.

The King of Spades was Aguilar from Juarez.

The Queen of Spades was Abrego from the Gulf Group.

Because Gómez Loera was Guzman's relative and also held a high-ranking position within the drug trafficking organization, he was listed as the second highest card, the Seven.

The reward amount was up to 2.2 million US dollars!

A deck has fifty-five cards.

The colored Joker, often called "the big Joker," had printed on it a warning about the severe consequences of trafficking drugs.

The black Joker, often called "the little Joker," had printed on it explanations of the consequences of using drugs.

The rest were some infamous drug traffickers.

The leader of Jalisco New Generation, El Mencho, was also listed, ranked as the 6 of Spades!

There weren't many above him in terms of danger.

But if he continued to rise at this rate, it wouldn't be long before he barged into the circle of the old aces.

In a place like Mexico, where drug traffickers are rampant, Gómez Loera's 7 of Hearts was also considered a top-notch figure.

"The remaining seven are all in the diamond sequence," the spokesman of the "Mexico Joint Operations Department," James Von Trumbull, said excitedly.

Victor certainly wasn't stingy with his praise, giving a thumbs up.

"How did he die?"

"The Coast Guard took him out with an anti-ship missile. Although the body was blown to pieces, from the mouths of the 17th Battalion drug traffickers we captured, we learned this was their command center and, moreover, the 17th Battalion has also withdrawn from the battlefield."

"Send a congratulatory telegram to Chief Ivica Alonso."

"This news, let's have it loop on the news stations tonight."

James Von Trumbull nodded vigorously.

"What about Guzman's mother?" Victor suddenly thought to ask, looking up.

"In the hospital. During the operation by the 141 Task Force, she didn't cooperate and was shot twice in the legs. She's old, so recovery from her injuries is slow. The doctors say she might need an amputation."
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Kennedy hesitated before adding, "He has killed many civilians, tied their heads to the bridge, and has warned us that if we don't send his mother back, he'll kill 100 people every day!"

Narrowing his eyes, Victor asked, do you think he looks like someone who would give in to threats?

You could even kill his father, and he'd probably still ask you for a share.

"To think they have such a deep mother-son relationship, then chop off a leg and send it to Guzman."

"Let him hold the leg and weep for his mother at night."

Victor spoke disdainfully, "He kills people every day, I'll just dismantle his mother piece by piece. I want to see if he really is such a filial son."

That's too cruel!

Anyway, this had nothing to do with Victor, but that indeed was Guzman's mother.

"By the way, make the bow look nice. When giving a gift, you must pay attention to the packaging."

"Understood," Casare quickly responded.

...

Mexico City. National Palace.

As soon as Cuauhtémoc started his day at work, he received a letter from Tijuana.

It stated: Officials from Baja California and Sonora State and 8 million citizens were demanding a promotion for Victor.

"Governor of the Northern Mexican Provinces?"

When Cuauhtémoc saw this title, he was stunned.

Being well-educated, he certainly knew what the word "governor" represented.

Even in modern civilization, there were many governors, such as the Governor of Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and so on, but they had no real power, just representatives ... of the queen.

They were mascots.

But clearly, Victor didn't want to be that kind of governor.

He wanted extreme power!

He wanted the name of all the states in the north.

Cuauhtémoc knew the man had ambition, but he could never have imagined… this was practically like driving history in reverse!

He picked up the phone next to him, ready to call Victor and question what the hell he wanted to do!

But after picking up the phone, he hesitated.

What if Victor cursed him out?

Would he curse him out?

Would he?

Wouldn't he?

Cuauhtémoc's hands were trembling. He couldn't gamble on whether his "inquiry" would offend the man—would he still be able to sit securely in his position?

He slowly put the handset down.

Mexico needed him now.

He pressed another phone, "Prepare a meeting with the Senate members in Mexico City, and if others from afar can make it, tell them to come quickly; otherwise, consider it as a forfeit. The meeting is set for tomorrow morning."

The secretary on the other end, though not understanding the urgency, acknowledged the order of the president and got busy.

Cuauhtémoc picked up the cigarette on the desk.

He liked to use matches.

But after striking several times, he couldn't get it to light.

Governor of the Northern Provinces?

And after that…

Would he also take on Governor of the Southern Provinces?

Then…

What, precisely, was I, Cuauhtémoc?

He was a bit bewildered.

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