Working as a police officer in Mexico

At that moment in the press conference, Casare was still "battling it out with the best."

"As for South Korea's provocation against the Northern Governor, all we want to say is..."

He looked at the camera, extended his hand, and made a meaningful gesture about finger length, "You're very short, lack stamina, don't come to Mexico, you'll get screwed to death!"

"Shit! Insult, this is a blatant insult!! We protest!"

The gesture immediately pricked the sensitive hearts of the Korean journalists, and two burly men charged forward, shouting and aggressively rushing towards Casare on the stage.

Perhaps, they intended to give him a "dance" performance?

But they hadn't walked two steps when they were pinned to the ground.

"We demand an apology! Your behavior is an insult to us!" pinned to the ground, the Oppa still kept shouting.

Casare smiled, extended his hand, and gestured again.

With one punch from a Northern Army soldier, the Oppa instantly became "Third Sister-in-law," screaming in misery as he was dragged out by the hair, cursing as he went, "Damn it, I still have watermelons!"

Um...

Hitting a journalist in front of journalists.

It's simply... lawlessness.

But even though the journalists present felt sympathy for their own, no one dared to step forward.

Beating one is the same as beating another.

Casare smiled, "Thank you all for your support, this press conference is concluded, and we've prepared desserts for everyone, feel free to try them."

The group of journalists only dared to curse each other after leaving the conference hall.

"Mexicans are simply unreasonable! Their oppression of the media is simply appalling; I have never seen such shameless people!"

"So what do you plan to do? Challenge him one-on-one?"

"I... I will denounce his actions in the newspaper, and make everyone despise him!"

Indeed, a scholar's rebellion, ineffective even after three years.

At best, it was just to curse a few times, if you really could be a "man from the heavens" and take down Victor, now that would be something.

When Casare returned to his office, he saw Victor calmly drinking tea. Looking up and seeing him, Victor smiled and asked, "Did it go well?"

"The journalists are pretty tough."

"Some always bark a bit, just break their bones and it's all good."

Casare nodded, hesitated, then asked, "Boss, are we really going to carry out the purge? Those drug traffickers and addicts, there are at least... at least..."

So many people!

With over a hundred million people in Mexico, at least one-third are involved with drug traffickers.

"Let's see if they're lucky, as we're announcing it so openly, surely many will flee. Where do you think they'll go? South or to the United States?"

"No matter where they go, it's all harmless for us in the north. If they go to the United States, will they spur domestic demand? No, they'll only cause public security issues, as if they had the ability to pay taxes..."

"If the European saints need them, they can take them in, then they will realize what kind of people drug traffickers and addicts really are."

Why doesn't Texas harbor idlers?

Because those who come here are descendants of criminals, drug hounds, and gold diggers, basically with a violent gene in their very marrow.

"The United States and Europe want all kinds of trash; just wait, sooner or later they will have a hard time."

Casare pondered carefully, the boss's words made sense, he nodded in agreement, laughing naïvely, "You're right, Boss, I really didn't think of that."

See, learn a bit, even bootlicking has its own levels. Like him, a casual statement like that, just to highlight Victor, this was simply... divine.
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Knock knock knock~

The sound of knocking came, and Division Commander Jason Bourne walked in, a serious expression on his face, "General, Spain... has taken you to The International Court of Justice in The Hague, demanding a trial for your war crimes!"