Working as a police officer in Mexico

"My name is Trevor, Trevor Webster!!!"

Bam!

The gun was aimed at his chin, one shot solved him, his body fell into a pool of blood, his mind flashed with memories.

Damn U.S.!

"Szzz, mission ended, all personnel eliminated." The SEAL Captain, wearing a mask, spoke into the communication device, suddenly noticing something in the pocket of this man's shirt named Trevor Webster.

He bent down and took it out.

It turned out to be a U.S. military service certificate. With his thumb, he opened it, and it read: "When can I have my own house, I want to raise a dog and have a home, preferably, I can also eat well."

The SEAL Captain's breath stopped for a moment.

This elite group simply doesn't understand.

When the bodies were carried out one by one, the reporters rushed over madly to take pictures, and the Department of Homeland Security Director, in a crisp suit, spoke eloquently to the camera, "We resist such terrorism!"

"Sir, they claim to be veterans, reportedly struggling for veteran benefits—is this true? Does the U.S. Government really not provide subsidies?" A reporter stretched out the microphone.

The Director of Homeland Security's face stiffened, "We hope the appeal can be conveyed through legal channels, such violent actions are disgraceful, veterans? If they died on the battlefield, maybe they would be American heroes, right now, they're just social instability factors!"

This statement seemed downright thoughtless, and the reporters were somewhat aghast, while the other party hastily turned and left.

"Sir, wait, wait!"

"Director Smith, are you saying that all veterans are unstable factors?"

A group of reporters chased after him, making the other party appear quite embarrassed.

But that was enough, it was explosively shocking!

Reports surfaced later that afternoon.

"Veterans? Only the dead are called heroes, the living are of no use!"

"Americans are losing their spine!"

And among them, there were some rather peculiar reports from certain media outlets.

"Do not want the rise of great powers, prefer the dignity of the small citizen!"- Washington 'Chagan Nur Publications', never heard of it, seems new, but this article is quite profound, throughout suggests America has risen, but he forgot who facilitated his rise.

Unlike Mexico next door, where a Corporal can support a family of seven, even if injured, they might arrange for him in government departments; more than that, Mexican humanitarian care is potent!

In a small city in Sonora State, they preferred a city-wide power outage, why?

Just because a monkey accidentally got trapped by high voltage, they even halted electricity for an hour for the sake of animal life!

America simply cannot compare with Mexico, and furthermore, it mentioned that after Victor came to power, he demanded that every restaurant wash dishes twice for food safety, but Mexicans wash them seven times, why?

Because they're conscientious!

Even this Washington 'Chagan Nur Publications' used to publish some abstract articles like 'Afghanistan Fired at the Villas', 'Cuba Has No Thieves', 'France Has No Vagrants or Perverts', etc.

This could not possibly have been supported without foreign funding.

But this article 'Do not want the rise of great powers, prefer the dignity of the small citizen!' suddenly went viral, selling over 600,000 copies in just 20 hours!

It also read: "Be brave to express your voice, a corrupt government will not do anything for the people, we should shout and act!"

Hmm…

Then, in Texas, the VA (Veterans Affairs) was hit by hand grenades, two hand grenades exploded at once, causing significant casualties, which seemed to ignite the veterans' fury!

Many veterans opposed to the U.S. Government began organizing resistance against the VA, using trucks to crash the gates, and more, the list goes on.

Chaos, utter chaos!

Many cities began entering emergency states.

At this moment, while they wanted to act up outside, they simply didn't have the energy.

The sudden change in situation made the group from Blackstone and BlackRock, who came for negotiations in Mexico City, feel at a loss, especially since the Fed was bombed, which gave them a whiff of civil war.

And at this time, Casare spoke to them, saying Victor wants to see them.

Peter Peterson and Larry exchanged glances but nevertheless followed him to a golf course in the suburbs of Mexico City to meet Victor, who was exercising.

Standing by, watching the other play golf.

When had they ever been disregarded like this? It was always others standing by watching them, but nonetheless, this dissatisfaction was well-concealed by the two.

Seeing Victor sink the ball, they even exaggeratedly applauded.

Wearing a baseball cap, Victor walked over, the busy Casare introduced him to one hand past the others.

"Sorry I've been somewhat busy, and now I can finally meet you."

Peter Peterson smiled, "No worries, we're enjoying the Mexican air, very nice."

Victor nodded, signaling them to go inside for a talk, where he sat in the middle, with Casare and Kennedy beside him, while two guests sat on the right.

"I know what you want here, gentlemen, it's actually quite simple, real estate, land, resources you all want, is that right?"

Peter Peterson raised an eyebrow, "I think Mexico needs us."

Casare extended his hand beside him, "NONONO, under Mr. Victor's leadership, Mexico has become a new country, we should thank him."

Saying this, he clapped his hands, and others had to follow suit.

Victor laughed and patted his… butt?

"All Mexico needs is Victor, it never needed Jewish capital, what do you have compared with the world? Cars? Chips? Money? Or clever minds? We have it all, and I can even tell you now, we've developed an 0.8 micron chip, which we shall unveil in a week, then it will mean reform for the entire financial market and IBM!"

Peter Peterson and Larry suddenly sensed something was off.

For Intel is set to announce a chip in October they are well aware of, meant to lead the revolution of the internet era, yet this timing, Mexico tells us they've developed chips too??

Wotafa?

Copying? Secrets leaked?

No, no, no…

Peter Peterson's heart skipped a beat, but he still maintained a calm expression, "I have deep respect for Mr. Victor and Mexico, but what I'm saying is, we still hold the world and technology."

"Arrogant as ever, you're still so proud, when did you last come to Mexico?"

"Uh… 10 years ago, I saw the progress in Mexico, yet it still has some distance from us, we're willing to help you, you hold fewer cards than the United States."

Casare instantly retorted, "What do you mean?"

"My point is that dragging Mexico into developed countries will be us!"

"Mr. Peter Peterson, I think you're being disrespectful, you came to our country, in front of the great Mr. Victor, belittling us with words constantly, meanwhile, your consortium is engaged in all sorts of notorious acts." Casare ticked off fingers, "Smuggling, drug trafficking, prostitution, crimes of all sorts, you would have ended up in the Sonora Desert Prison if this were Mexico."

"You should thank the General for this opportunity…"

"You ought to say thank you."

Victor spoke up beside him, "Listen, if you're willing to admit crimes and hand over the people on the list to the International Court, Mexico, Cuba and the Asian market will warmly welcome you, this is the condition we've set."

"That's impossible, we're not guilty!" Larry beside was grumbling.

That list, damned, handing it all over…

That puts BlackRock out of play, his asset management is meant for handling big fish, if they're gone, he'd have to disband.

"Mexico is overly proud, this way, there's no development." Peter Peterson equally frowned, "High-tech from Europe and the United States will blockade you, we can help…"

"Then there's nothing more to say, good luck." Victor rose and left unwilling to utter another word, under bodyguards' protection.

This hit Peter Peterson and others unexpectedly.

Casare looked equally unfriendly, "Hope your pride stays intact, alright, please return, the kitchen has nothing for you to eat."

???

The two were shoved outside.

Can't get even a bite to eat?

Even with Peter Peterson's deep composure, his mouth twisted with rage, "Let's go!"

"Offend the Jewish consortium, make them lose economically."

Larry's expression hesitated, lowering his voice, "Could they really have developed a chip?"

"Mexicans' brain capacity is just like Africans, they only know to rat-tat-tat, if they could produce chips, I'd eat the Victory Goddess Statue's remains!" Peter Peterson confidently asserted.

Larry slightly nodded.

In such high-tech industry, certainly.

It's not something you claim to have just like that...

What does Mexico have?

Did you capture aliens rally?

Haha…

Ridiculous!

Technology is forever in the consortium's hands!

They sat in the car, driving off…

"Even if Victor knelt at my feet next time, I wouldn't forgive his impudence!"

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