Working as a police officer in Mexico

"That population will suddenly lose a lot," Casare said anxiously.

"We also relieve a lot of pressure, and if a city on the border suddenly gets hundreds of thousands of Mexicans more, you can absolutely… imagine what local security would be like?"

Mexicans are also dominant in the prisons of the Americas.

"There'll be some good shows to watch," Victor couldn't help but smirk.

"Then should we bury some weapons in the river on the border, in the wilderness, in the groves?" Casare quietly asked.

"Why be so careful, just go to the border and sell them openly. If the Yanks make a fuss, it's just selling within Mexican territory. It's their property, they want to take it over, what's it to us? Just as long as they leave their last Peso in Mexico."

"Understood!"

"And, I plan to set up some large arms factories and ports. You pick out a few suitable places for this, but let's keep it under wraps for now."

Casare's expression shifted, seeing the slightly stern look on his boss's face, he nodded seriously.

"Casare…"
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"The struggle is ongoing; we still have a long time ahead of us," Victor lamented.

December 7, 1990.

This day was destined to be recorded in Mexican history.

The Governor's Mansion bypassed Mexico City and signed a "Regulation on the Freedom of Entry and Exit of the Northern Mexican Population."

Allowing those who wanted to leave Mexico through 16 border ports, but also seen as automatically renouncing their citizenship, without benefits.

Once this proposal came out, it caused quite a stir.

Many who were dissatisfied with Victor were ready to "run away"!

As they left, they told their neighbors they were patriotic, just afraid of Victor's persecution.

Hmm… they were reported on the spot for spreading rumors and causing trouble. Still want to run? The whole family ended up in jail.

If you're not trafficking drugs, not doing drugs, what are you afraid of?

Only the dirty and insecure ones ran, all the while claiming to be patriotic.

Is Victor lacking food for you, or has he left you to starve?

In the port of Mexicali, there was a sea of people; some were even driving constantly honking their horns.

The National Guard stationed there held guns, staring at them with unfriendly expressions.

"I'm out! I'm finally out!!" A man with glasses who looked weary was dragging his suitcase, but as he set foot on American soil, he knelt and kissed the ground.

Tears streaming down his face, his emotion moved the onlookers.

Only he knew the effort he made to escape!

He sold his daughter and wife to a bachelor and ate pastries for a few days to scrape together enough money to live in the United States!

Heaven, here he came!

Others around him wept just as much.

Mexico has a lot of spiritual Americans; to be honest, if it weren't for Mexico, the Democratic Party's voting base would be halved, as most people crossed over from there.

Tsk, tsk, tsk…

The dog-raising plan succeeded.

A group of people walked towards the border line when suddenly they saw a team of American soldiers, cheerfully waving and greeting them with broken English.

But to their surprise, the Yanks advanced with clubs, brutally beating the "Smuggled Immigrants."

They were battered and bleeding in no time.

They kept shouting, "Go back!!"

"Don't hit me, I want to be an American, I want to be an American…" The glasses of the man with glasses were knocked off, he covered his head and yelled from the ground, "you're violating my human..."

A nearby American Lieutenant kicked him in the mouth, and his teeth were ready for replacement.

"Charge! Charge into the United States!!"

Who knows who shouted this in the crowd, it might have been a plant, but those originally sluggish people and the car convoy surged into American territory like they were storming a city.

Thousands of people…

Thronging in dense masses, they looked terrifying, as if they would kill anyone who blocked their path.

Even the U.S. Military soldiers trembled at the sight, with some unable to resist raising their guns, only to be held back by their commanding officers, "Do you want to die? If you shoot, no one can save you! Don't you see the buses over there?"

Less than a hundred meters within U.S. territory, many buses were parked with banners, "American Human Rights Council welcomes Mexican refugees!"

Volunteers in vests were distributing hot water and supplies, some confronting the U.S. Military and berating them.

It was a collection of all sorts of creatures.

This was a characteristic of American party politics; some dislike foreign populations, naturally, others welcome them, they need the votes!

Firstly, part of the base electorate of the Democratic Party is the sympathetic "White Leftist" group, and they need these people for their political schemes.

Doesn't matter what you do, we welcome you as long as you come.

Is there a city filled with prostitutes, thieves, drug traffickers, and murderers?

There is, that's Miami.

Through 16 ports, just in one day, over 300,000 "refugees" flowed in.

This made the ruling party quite unhappy!

"Victor, what the hell are you doing!!!" Donald Rumsfeld on the other end was shouting angrily.

Victor pulled the phone away; the voice on the other end was a bit loud.

"What are you talking about? Sir, I don't understand your meaning."

"Why are you letting those Mexicans into the United States, this action is smuggling!"