Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor hadn't gone far, he was standing on a balcony quietly watching Peter Peterson and others leave, raising his wine glass to take a gentle sip.

"Boss, those Jews are so disrespectful, how about we find someone…" Casare standing nearby, looking sinister, actually just a smiling tiger.

Offending the boss and wanting to leave?!

Kennedy glanced at this guy, tsk tsk tsk… better not offend him in the future.

"We're a government, not a gang, we can't send them to meet God just because of differing opinions, right?"

Victor waved his hand, "Dying in Mexico would damage my reputation."

Fat Casare's eyes flashed, then they should die in the United States, right?

He understood!

He completely understood.

"Right now, we need enough time and wealth, the Jews aren't very proud, without us, they're nothing, they want to impose high-tech restrictions on us? So, what's the current market value of the Wintel Alliance?"

"Intel is about 90 billion US dollars, Microsoft is about 60.7 billion," said Martin Bowman, the confidential secretary beside them.

"The combined value of these two companies is more than half our Mexico, really impressive."

Victor couldn't help but sigh.

In 1990, Mexico's GDP was only 250 billion US dollars…

"And these companies in the United States aren't even in the top ten by market cap, looking at it this way, sometimes it's really hopeless, right?"

The top-valued company in 1992 is called Exxon Mobil, the Rockefeller family-controlled oil company.

Kennedy looked serious, he was a military man, understood the enormous utility of money for the army.

Isn't the United States just a "super freak" piled up by weapons?

Will to fight?

What nonsense.

Watch fewer American blockbusters, less Intention X.

Casare opened his mouth, he wanted to comfort a few words, but found similarly that some words seemed very haggard and powerless in the face of facts.

"Then to topple them, start with chips, enrich the country with technology, we'll release new products on Sunday, I'll tell the entire world that the coming internet era will be ruled by us!"

Victor spent a huge amount of points to exchange for many products on the internet, determined to crush the United States' "hegemony" in one fell swoop.

Humanity has experienced six industrial revolutions up till now (1992).

First: About 1.5 million years ago, humans mastered the technology of making fire, from then began to dominate the Earth.

Second: About 10,000 years ago, humans mastered the technology of grinding stone tools, from then began to enter patriarchal society.

Third: About 5,000 years ago, humans mastered metals, from then began to conquer the natural environment, with massive population growth.

Fourth: About 2,500 years ago, humans mastered the technology of ox-plowing, from then began to enter agricultural society.

Fifth: About 300 years ago, humans mastered the steam engine, from then began to enter industrial society.

Sixth: About 50 years ago, humans began mastering computers, thus entering the computer era.

Every revolution created a new empire, at the era's cusp, not only pigs can fly, even nations have to take off!

Casare listened to Victor's ambition, clenching his fist forcefully.

"Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day!"

…

Peter Peterson and Larry didn't return to the hotel, they went straight to the airport to fly back to the United States.

Using this method was also a protest against Victor's "discrimination" against Jews.

Yes, they deemed it discrimination.

What's wrong with that?

Bring out everyone on that list, and the whole world will be paralyzed.

Victor must be out of his mind!

When they got off at Washington International Airport and got in their car, the scene in front of them made them a bit stunned.

There was filth everywhere!

They could even see protesting crowds engaging in armed conflict with airport security, someone carrying a backpack, covering their face, throwing incendiary bombs at the shields, instantly bursting into fragments, the flames slipping into the police and military attire, making them scream in pain.

Also, as soon as some protestors saw that vehicles, especially luxury cars, were coming out, knowing they were wealthy people, masses rushed over, hurling bricks, Molotov cocktails, and such.

Scaring Larry into a fluster inside the car, at a loss for what to do.

But fortunately, the car was bulletproof...

The driver floored the accelerator, bluntly crashing into the road-blocking people, a black woman painted with color was pulled under the car, but the driver kept going, driving right over.

"Scum! Scum! Scum!"

Peter Peterson shouted loudly with a black face, he turned his head, seeing someone running after them cursing, while beside them many others holding cameras, capturing these scenes.

"How can Washington be so chaotic?"

The subordinate who came to pick him up hurriedly narrated the causes and consequences, their eyes somewhat grim, "The Rothschild Manor in Morris Town, New Jersey was also attacked, approximately 30 armed personnel did a night raid, clashing with patrolling police and manor guards, a collateral descendent of the Rothschild family was shot dead, and seven guards also died."

"Moreover, citizens in Texas are rising to oppose the Washington Government, demanding autonomy independence, the newly appointed Governor of Texas has agreed for one of the extreme-right organizations, the Melani Brotherhood, to act as external subordinate units of the National Guard, allowing patrols within Texas territory."

The subordinate's expression turned somewhat grim, "The United States is in complete chaos!"

Peter Peterson and Larry looked at each other, both dumbfounded, they actually knew protests and such behaviors were happening domestically, but believed them to be ordinary, America has dozens of protests annually, as for the White House falling?