Working as a police officer in Mexico

Knock knock knock~

The sound of knocking rang out as the chief secretary, Miss Krista Schroeder, came in carrying coffee. She smoothed her skirt and crouched down to serve Nurnisha Kalis her coffee, while Victor, sitting behind, caught sight of her... 36E bust.

Not bad at all~

And Krista Schroeder seemed to notice his gaze, lifted her head, and looked at him with a seductive glance, even making a motion of licking her lips.

????

Victor suddenly felt... an exhilarating sensation.

It was like having an affair.

He finally understood why scandals like "Zippergate" emerged—it would be difficult for any man to resist.

"Sir, your coffee," Krista Schroeder said as she stood up and placed the coffee on his desk, looking at him.

"Thank you," Victor smiled, took a sip of the coffee, and pretended as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Meanwhile, Nurnisha Kalis was pondering over making money. She gulped down the coffee, quickly stood up, and took her leave.

As soon as she left, Krista Schroeder eagerly flipped over the sign on Victor's office door.

[Do Not Disturb!]

Then, under Victor's gaze, she directly sat on top of him.

"This is an office!"

"Doesn't it... excite you?" Krista Schroeder flirtatiously threw a glance, grabbed his hand, and slowly moved it up her leg.

Victor's breathing became heavier.

He lifted Krista Schroeder up in one swoop, placed her on the desk, and reached for the drawer, but she pressed down his hand, "No, no protection!"

"Victor, I want to have your child," Krista Schroeder whispered into his ear, with her arms wrapped around his neck.

Let's get started then!

Victor, fierce as a wolf, shook the desk to pieces, and, fearing that colleagues outside might hear them, Krista Schroeder bit on his tie, making muffled noises.

About forty minutes later.

Victor, with a cigarette in his mouth, sat on the chair with a vacant gaze.

Krista Schroeder bit her lip, tied up her hair, and threw the tissues from the desk into the trash can.

Indeed, only the oxen tire, the fields never wear out.

"When you go out, flip the sign back," Victor said to her, and she turned with a smile and left on her high heels.

Victor shook his head with a wry smile.

Actually, having a child wouldn't be too bad.

If she really became pregnant, then his career would have a successor.

Victor was "high"; you couldn't just expect him to hand his career over to someone else.

Emperors are illegal.

But "Victor's rule" isn't illegal, is it?

While he was lost in thought, Jason Bourne came in, knocking on the door, "Sir."

He suddenly frowned, smelling the scent of heather, then his eyes turned towards the trash can on the floor and saw a tissue that had fallen out.

He instantly understood.

But Jason Bourne pretended not to see anything. As a confidant, what he needed to do was not to be talkative but to be loyal!

"What's the matter?"

"Our intelligence shows that Guzman was captured by El Mencho in Jalisco, but he has not publicly announced this news yet. Instead, he has declared that he will run for the new Guadalajara mayor."

"He's running for mayor?" Victor raised an eyebrow, "Well, then I might as well run for President of Mexico!"

Jason Bourne stood at attention.

Does Mister Governor need to run for election to be the boss of Mexico?

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If it wasn't for fear of a big reaction from the Yanks next door, he could have sorted out New Mexico himself by now.

It's all to prevent a split, Governor Victor is just too great.

"I disagree!"

"If he were to be elected mayor of Guadalajara, all our work and struggle would seem like a joke, get the news department to write a very harsh article... no, I'll write it myself."

Victor picked up his pen and began to write furiously, obviously in a terrible mood.

What does it mean if you drug trafficker run for office?

Putting down your butcher knife and suddenly attaining enlightenment?

Do you need Victor's permission to become enlightened?

This is "illegal whitewashing."

"Take this! Announce it to the world, if El Mencho dares to run, I'll make his mother regret giving birth to him!"

Jason Bourne took it and glanced over, his eyebrow raised, "Yes!"

"Announce it word for word exactly as it's written."

"Understood."

Victor picked up a cigar and put it in his mouth again, feeling utterly tasteless.

"Fuck XXX!"

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Half an hour later, the press at the Northern Mexico Governorship held a press conference.

A middle-aged man walked up to the podium, with the flashing press cameras below.

He took a deep breath, unfolded the paper, his brow twitched, and he read on.

"El Mencho, you son of a bitch, you dare to steal the power of Mexico? Who gave you the guts!"

"If you dare to run for mayor of Guadalajara, the 34 million people under the Northern Governorship don't agree, the 400,000 soldiers of the Anti-Drug Force don't agree, and neither do the sacrificed police officers and soldiers!"

"Let me tell you, if the result for the mayor of Guadalajara is you, I will personally lead the soldiers to flatten Jalisco New Generation, and everyone will be killed, including your entire family, please believe I and my soldiers have the ability!"

"The great Governor Victor questioned the despicable El Mencho on September 3, 1990!"

This sentence was added by the news department.

They thought the sentence had charm.

It would be even better if it were Emperor Vic.

After the spokesperson finished, he left with his head held high and his chest puffed out, not giving the reporters a chance to ask questions.

But the reporters were equally excited.

They were eager to see how the Jalisco New Generation would respond.

"Victor, always so brash!" an American reporter said with a sigh.

"If you had so many elite soldiers, you could talk like that to anyone too," his colleague said with a laugh.

"Does he really have 400,000 soldiers?"

"Of course not!"

"No!" A very young Mexican reporter next to them interrupted, glaring at them, "Governor Victor has 34 million soldiers, we are all willing to give our lives to kill drug traffickers!"

"Exactly!"

"That's right!"

The Mexican reporters next to him stood up, one, two, three... more and more.

They all looked resolute and were very young.

"Long live Victor, drug traffickers and drugs will be judged!"

"Hey! Long live!"

A few American reporters were so shocked by this scene that their scalps tingled.

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