Working as a police officer in Mexico

"What about the news conference in October? Invitations have already been sent out."

"Cancel it," said Gordon Moore.

Andy Grove looked resentfully at the TV, where Nuriel Best's smile was almost oozing out of the screen...

That cheer should have been ours!

Dog-faced Victor!

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"Achoo."

In the restaurant at the National Palace, Nuriel Best sneezed, and a staff member quickly handed him a tissue.

"Thank you."

He awkwardly said to Victor opposite him, "Perhaps someone is cursing me."

"Selling the Pentium chip is bound to offend some people; the European Community and the American Alliance are envious. Be careful when you go out."

"Those people love to play tricks."

If I can't solve the problem, I'll solve the person who invents the problem; that's their usual method.

Nuriel Best kept smiling, his tone relaxed, "Am I afraid of them?"

I, Best, have seen all kinds of situations!

When Victor was not yet unified, his main task was to recruit people in the Soviet Union, bringing many Nobel Prize-level bigwigs, shining in various fields in Mexico.

Even hunted by Signal Flag.

This guy is a typical legend.

He's also a very low-key person among Victor's "first set of team," a moneybag.

He is likewise the Deputy Chairman of the Mexico Economic Reform Commission!

Also an Honorary Major General.

It was he who proposed a plan to Victor, "Violence cannot solve the U.S. financial market; we should use bigger markets to strike them!"

He advocated using technology and financial warfare; making US stocks plunge hurts more than killing two or three big names.

There indeed was some truth in that statement.

Even later, some Taliban knew how to clean up; Mexico can't always use violent means. Although direct, it won't solve the root problem.

Victor cut the steak in his hand, knife and fork pulled, the beef's texture was stretched, put into his mouth and chewed, the rich flavor rushed to his head.

"I intend to establish an international trade organization under the 'Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization,' with the main function of mediating disputes, not signing a kind of multilateral trade agreement. It is the organizational and legal basis of the trade system, as well as the manager of numerous trade agreements, supervisor of member trade legislation, and a venue for resolving disputes and negotiating."

His eyes gleamed, "I want to be the rule-maker!"

"The United States is unlikely to join..."

"Why pull in that troublemaker? This isn't NATO, which needs a daddy." Victor spoke assertively.

"No one says no to money and market, except them; there are plenty of others who can join, and I believe the Asian market will surprise us greatly."

Nuriel Best nodded; after signing investments worth hundreds of billions in US Dollars, he visited East University, though it was... poor over there, honestly, but he could see the potential.

A peaceful and stable social order + vast land + huge population dividend + strong government support = soaring GDP.

This is also why many countries later faced a Waterloo in India, because it looks indeed much like East University. Those who didn't get to eat meat thought they could profit over there, but instead... they were shown a truth: my turf, my rules!

"Of course, this is just a plan; we need to bring some European countries into it as well. Which countries in the European Community do you think can be won over?"

"Germany and the United Kingdom!"

Casare, nearby, raised his eyebrow, lifting his head, "Why?"

"One refuses to fail, the other is unwilling to be number two in NATO. They have smart people who understand Mexico is unbreakable. A power capable of curbing the United States' momentum in North America is something they'd gladly express goodwill towards."

"Hahaha, indeed, when it comes to nations, there is no right or wrong, it's all business!"

If Victor truly has the power to take down the United States, not to mention whether they would retaliate at the last moment, but believe me, all the world's vultures would come flocking, they won't allow a country stronger than the United States to emerge.

What is the current situation then?

The United States is fractured!

Cuba, East University, and Mexico lead the League of Nations.

Below is Europe, led by the United States.

It seems like two to one, yet at the July 2nd celebration, a reporter asked the Deputy Chief of Staff: Admiral Edward Fritz Blomberg, what if America uses nuclear weapons against Mexico?

His reply was direct.

"Mexico will randomly drop nuclear weapons onto mainland Europe, dragging them down to hell together!"

Familiar strategy?

Back then, the Soviet Union threatened East University this way; East University replied similarly, with nuclear binding, scaring NATO into an all-night meeting with U.S. representatives, repeatedly brainwashing them, urging calm!

So now, Americans are very frustrated.

"Now that internal issues in Mexico are resolved, Casare, I want you to visit every European country. Scared?" Victor turned his head smilingly to ask.

Fat Casare was stunned, but then realized and smiled, "Wherever I go, there's tension; wherever I die, there will be misfortune, they won't let anything happen to me, even if something does happen, boss, you'll get justice for me."

This made sense.

His brother Felix was sidelined for several months over "armed demand for pension" for comrades, after studying at the Workers' Party school, now serves as the Mayor of Guadalupe Island. Hmm... a Mayor not yet 21.

(Jean-Claude Duvalier—became the Haitian President at 19.)

That's what a backing does differently, also, mainly because Felix's ability is much better than that Haitian tyrant. Guadalupe Island is now attracting investment; an East University travel company has leased a beach there...

Main project: Feeding Sharks!

Invested 2 million Peso, considered a decent achievement.

Casare thought decisively; if something does actually happen, his own brother would surely reach his position within five years, for the family's glory, what's wrong with taking risks?

Others don't even get this opportunity.

Didn't see Nuriel Best's eyes gleaming beside?

Victor nodded in satisfaction, "OK, let the diplomatic department follow procedures."

"Best, I remember you have a brother?"

"Yes, studying in France."

"Call him back to help; there are more opportunities in Mexico than France. Over in California, there's a grain project with East University needing a manager; let him work there first."

Nuriel Best got excited, "Okay!"

"Aren't you asking your brother?" Casare joked.

"He'll agree."

If not, break his legs—what good is it being a second-class citizen in France?

"General..."

"You started with me from humble beginnings, just call me like Casare does; from the beginning to now, there aren't many left."

"Boss!" Nuriel Best climbed up following the line.

Victor laughed heartily, his counterpart's ability is not bad and also loyal; Golden Finger showed full value on him, and he's relatively clean at the company, not greedy, and sensible. Although the relationship is not as close as it is with himself and Casare, he still gladly gave some feedback to the other party.

"Mexico is mine, and it's yours too!"

He said this profoundly.

To brothers who fought the world alongside him, one cannot let down.

Nuriel Best's heart shrank, first thought, his name would be written in Mexico's history books!

The atmosphere at the meal was excellent.

When it came time to leave, Jeff Bennett, the Director of the Mexico Counterintelligence General Bureau, came. He glanced at Casare and Nuriel Best, his expression hesitated.

"Speak, we're all on the same side." Victor raised his chin to say.

"Our informant already knows where the person who bombed our embassy in Brazil is. Tarabella Blues Prison, it's a women's prison, the person behind it is inside, a woman, the second-in-command of the Capital First Command—Octavia Pas!"

While speaking, a photo was handed over.

Victor glanced at it, a figure in a pink short sleeve, very large, at least 185+, arms almost compared to Casare, knowing his weight is all +200 pounds.

"I want her head hanging at the toilet door of Tarabella Blues Prison, mouth stuffed with feces."

Jeff Bennett shuddered, "Yes!"

"And who is the Brazilian mole in the Drug Enforcement Department?"

"Sao Paulo Police Chief, he's Octavia Pas's lover; because of his protection, the other acts arrogantly in prison."

"For the leak, cut off the tongue."

"I hate moles!"

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