Working as a police officer in Mexico

This place will become the focus of the world!

He suddenly felt his blood boil, a sacred mission to participate in the direction of history.

"Victor, must die!!"

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"Victor! Must Die!!"

This was the headline of the UK Financial Times on February 1, 1993.

"Victor tramples on international order under the banner of drug prohibition. Drugs are not the enemy of humanity, but Victor is!"

"In the hundreds of millions of years of human history, there has never been a tyrant like him. He is full of desire for control, greedy, bloodthirsty, and he exterminates domestic minorities mercilessly, with numbers reaching hundreds of thousands..."

"He suppresses people's beliefs, he even demands that all Mexican women wear crotchless pants to satisfy his animal desires."

Victor sat on the recliner, listening to the secretarial secretary next to him reading the newspaper. Suddenly, Martin Bowman stalled, and he lifted his eyelids slightly, "Why did you stop reading?"

"The following words are somewhat..."

"I've heard it all before, no worries, continue reading."

Martin Bowman swallowed, "Victor is more like the sperm left behind by Hitler X. They are both brutal. Drug prohibition? I want to ask where are the drugs now? It's all Victor deceiving himself. The world order is good, the world economy is good, the world people are good. Victor bombed Medellin for his private desire. Do Medellin's people engage in drug trafficking?"

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"He's a hillbilly. What does he know about economy and order? I think we should be more aggressive, eliminate him. What can he bring us? A Latin American region always at war, a society where people die every day!"

"You damn bastard!"

Martin Bowman shuddered, and after reading, he glanced at the Supreme Leader on the recliner, did Victor... smile?

He laughed at the corner of his mouth!

It's a disaster. Who is the author of this Financial Times article?

Vance?!

This name sounds familiar, he's quite famous in Europe.

Oh oh oh, it's that guy with a divorced dad, a drug-addicted mom, an elderly grandmother, and nobody wants him?

That guy is a big mouth, known in Europe for criticizing and insulting others.

"Well written."

Victor said with a smile, extending his hand. Martin Bowman quickly handed over the newspaper, fearing the other's anger. The calmer it was, the more intense it felt, so he quickly said, "Sir, some people refute his views. Look at this one, in the French World Newspaper, it says he is a fool who only knows how to insult others without any basis. He is simply an idiot. He shouldn't be publishing in the newspaper, but should go to the US-Mexico border and become a smuggler, smuggling... eggs."

???

Egg smuggler!

After the civil unrest in the United States began, coupled with the increased taxes on Mexico and Canada, and continuous man-made disasters, a natural disaster struck, avian influenza spread, and there was a significant decrease in eggs. Although there were no drug traffickers in Mexico, someone was still smuggling. Quite a few people were taking eggs to sell next door...

Very amusing.

"Should we make him shut up?" Martin Bowman said.

"No need, don't you see?"

The other party shook his head in confusion.

"This report is a signal; the European government has already started taking sides, with Medellin or us!"

Victor sniffed the air, "The footsteps of war are already approaching."

Martin Bowman still didn't understand. He sniffed the air hard, how come he didn't smell anything?

Emperor's face turned solemn.

No way!

He needs to speed up the defense industry with points!

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