Working as a police officer in Mexico

"5.232 billion!!" points!

Victor instantly felt quite a sense of self-satisfaction.

He saw the United States as chickens and mutts, the British Emperor like ancient dry bones, the French as wine sacks and meal bags, and the Soviet Union as greedy old slaves...

One by one, choose the toughest to tackle.

He was feeling rather inflated now.

Actually, "nuclear weapons" really cover a wide range, ranging from large bombs like the U.S. Military B53 to Little Boy, the favorite of the Shōwa Men during World War II. Though it's named that, it's not small at all—measuring 3 meters in length, 71 centimeters in diameter, and weighing 4.4 tons, with an explosive yield of about 15 kilotons!

The arms race during the Cold War also led to the invention of many bizarre nuclear weapons.

For instance, the one known as "Self-Destructive Cannon," "Suicide Artifact" W54, with a firing range of four kilometers, would annihilate all life within a five-kilometer radius upon detonation, and high-rise buildings within 600 meters would be reduced to rubble, while the nuclear radiation afterwards could spread to ten kilometers.

For several weeks following the blast, soldiers couldn't carry out military operations in that area.

Deserving of the title "Human Elite," even Tom Cruise would not make it out of the battlefield alive.

As for the Tsar Bomba, like Big Ivan...

Are they meant for fighting aliens?

Drop one, and it could shift tectonic plates by a few centimeters. Don't underestimate those few centimeters—it's a big step towards the extinction of mankind.

Tsunamis, earthquakes, and all sorts of natural disasters would come all at once.

Victor's a madman, but not mad enough to do that.

"Eh?"

His gaze sharply caught a red "exclamation mark" appearing in the upper right corner, and he clicked on it subconsciously.

A line of text popped up.

"Now occupying six states of Mexico (going south into California, Sonora State, Sinaloa State, Nayarit State, and Chihuahua State.), weapon research and self-production mode activated, can exchange for weapon and civilian production lines prior to 1990."

"Occupy twelve states to exchange for items before the year 2000, occupy twenty-four states, exchange for items before 2010..."

Victor was a little stunned. Isn't this offered only after seizing half of the country? Why so early?

Is Golden Finger also afraid I'm going to get killed soon?

Victor chuckled, shaking his head, and upon opening it, found a search bar had appeared, where he could just type in whatever he needed.

He carefully entered two characters: Nuclear Weapons.

A lot of stuff popped up immediately, including blueprints, production lines, and essential materials.

The cheapest turned out to be the finished products, like the aforementioned W54 and the accompanying M-388 launch tube, which together almost cost a whopping 1 billion points!!!

"F**k!" Victor cursed loudly, that was way too expensive. Sure, these toys aren't cheap to produce, but how many drug traffickers do I need to kill to get my hands on one?

And it doesn't have much practical combat value; am I supposed to have the Northern Army charging into battle clutching a 20-plus-kilogram warhead?

An image unbidden came to his mind.

A young man carrying the load, a Warrior of dusk? That running under the sunset is my "departed" youth.

As for the U.S. Military B53... well, that's gonna cost millions of dads swear words!
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Forget it, 5.232 billion points is far from enough.

Mexico's "size" is still too small; it's simply not enough for Victor to kill.

If it were the whole world, drug-related personnel would amount to over 200 million!

If all were slaughtered!

Even Little Mustache would have to call me brother, right?

But, there's a good chance Victor would get beaten up by the whole world.

That's with current strength, of course; who knows about the future!

Victor furrowed his brow but gradually relaxed.

After all, he was now the director of the United Nations Drug Control Agency, and there would always be people who needed him.

This world wasn't all idiots, believing that drugs could be a pillar of the economy, right?

The task now was to continue to rapidly expand the army!

Build another 100,000 soldiers!

Use other points to exchange for production lines, enhancing heavy and light industry development.

Europe and America would definitely try to contain my economy. In the short term, domestic the economy surely won't rise.

Those tens of millions of people without money will have something to say.

Set up military factories, seek refined customers in Africa or Europe. If the CIA loves to support others, I can do the same, earning foreign exchange and increasing influence.

Killing several birds with one stone.

It'd be best to also find a teammate who also supports the anti-drug effort.

Just as a name popped into Victor's mind, there was a knock on the door. He shook his head, called "Come in," and took a small sip from the coffee in front of him.

Then he saw Casare walking in.

"Is the press conference over? How did it go?" Victor asked with a smile.

"Perhaps, it won't be long before my name will be issued on the international wanted list, and I might just end up with a seat at The International Court of Justice in The Hague," he said, jokingly.

"International Court? I, Victor, do not acknowledge their legitimacy. If they push us too hard, I'll declare them a terrorist organization tomorrow. They don't have a single brigade but dare to issue warrants for us, on what basis? On Face Fruit?"

A recipient of Face Fruit?

Victor specializes in punching faces!

"Boss, do you think those people in Europe and America will really buy the drug traffickers?"

"People who fancy themselves as saints will act according to their national situation. With your suggestion, even those who are all talk may be in a tough spot now. With domestic opposition as well, they may very well spend money to purchase it. You can never anticipate the miraculous things Europeans and Americans can do."

Victor wiped the table with a napkin and casually tossed it into the trash can, "Open the border, do not set up barriers, allow nationals to leave Mexico and enter the United States, especially drug users. They need to be sent off and absolutely prevented from returning, let them go benefit the Yanks."