Working as a police officer in Mexico

Pfft... A sound!

The stuck cheese spat out.

Javin Yalves let out a sigh of relief, slumping in the chair without a trace of energy, displeased as he looked at the burly man, "Quinn, don't you know how to knock? Do you want to choke me to death?"

"Where are the food and weapons Spain promised to aid us with!"

Javin Yalves secretly despised this brute who lived like a caveman.

The Indigenous people of Mexico ought to thank the Spaniards for not scalping them during the colonization, for what power do they have to hold on to an office otherwise?

Say thank you.

"Don't worry, the supplies are being transferred in Madrid. We need approvals; there are procedures. I promised you will definitely get them." Javin Yalves swallowed, feeling a sore throat, glancing at the leftover cheese on the table, face full of disdain.

"My people are nearly all dead; do you know how many warriors have fallen? At this rate, we'll be crushed in no time; you're lying to me; you've tricked me!!"

Quinn's bull-like eyes enlarged, gripping Javin Yalves's shoulders so forcefully they almost shattered his bones.

"Listen to me, listen to me!"

"I didn't trick you. Spain is a civilized country and must follow procedures, but rest assured, we will never abandon our allies. Let me tell you something that will make you happy!"

In front of Quinn, Javin Yalves was like a chick, though he wasn't short, standing over 180cm.

The Indigenous people's nostrils emitted white air, their hands slightly relaxed.

Javin Yalves glanced at the person at the door, raising an eyebrow, "Everyone out, close the door."

The subordinates were curious but knew they shouldn't hear what was coming next.

"You're not fighting alone; domestic public opinion is also helping you. Look, here's a European newspaper." He said, handing him the paper on the table.

Quinn muttered, "I can't read."

Javin Yalves's hand twitched, smiling, "Anyway, all of Europe supports your struggle for rights, the fight against the tyrant, there are even people donating money to you."

"What's the use of that?!"

"Of course, it's useful; it's called a public opinion war. Let me tell you a secret; in fact, there are two plans underway to overthrow Victor concurrently. You're the internal rebellion, responsible for distracting them, while external pressure will be guided by others. You know the Medellin Cartel, right?"

Quinn frowned, eyes maliciously glaring at him, totally uncooperative.

The other party sneered, inside cursing of a country bumpkin, "The Medellin Cartel has signed a contract with us in Spain, and we will send soldiers and troops to assist them in combat. Not just us, but also the United Kingdom, Italy, Poland, South Korea, Japan—more than 20 countries oppose Victor's tyrannical rule. Drug prohibition is not an excuse; he's promoting and expanding terrorism..."

"I don't care about your ideology; I'm all about the eating ideology, if you don't give us aid, I'll surrender."

How could he say that?

So righteously?

"Surrender, Victor won't forgive you." Javin Yalves furrowed his brow, trying hard to persuade.

But obviously, the tall guy had some intellectual deficiency as he rolled his eyes, "Why not forgive? We're mountain children; I don't need his land. Just give me food, and I'll surrender; if you don't, then I'll rebel again."

Such a simple mind.

Is it filled with crap?

Javin Yalves felt somewhat worn out; even a dog here would be easier than himself.

But he still had to do his best to appease the other person, his lips almost grinded smooth, "I assure you the supplies will be delivered within half a month."

Only then did Quinn loosen his grip, pointing to his nose, then clenched his fists, though he didn't say it outright, the threat was obvious.

Bang——

Before leaving, he slammed the door hard. The wall was nearly cracked from the shock.

Javin Yalves cursed silently, but with no sound, afraid people outside might hear.

Spaniards...

But like a coward, he didn't dare curse loudly, yet greedy enough to want to unleash the Empire's grandeur back to the world.

How to put it...

Like my neighbor's friend, wanting to steal but unfortunately impotent, so pathetic.

Nonetheless, Javin Yalves, as the Director of the Spanish Intelligence Bureau in North America, still wielded a bit of power.

He knew that the domestic officials' approvals were just deceitful words, merely wanting to gain benefits.

Even bureaucrats need to eat.

It's common worldwide; even when supplies come here, he has to take a cut.

But at least send them over!

The Indigenous were almost crying...

He had no choice but to call his superior to complain, if weapons weren't sent soon, the Indigenous would cause trouble, the bigger the fuss, the better. Find the translation on MV&LEMPYR.

It made his superior somewhat stressed, "Alright, alright, I'll go request a special permit from the Prime Minister."

"Thank you, Director, I'm kneeling for you, Director." Javin Yalves pulled out his chair, genuinely looking as if he were about to kowtow.

"Don't mess around with smiles, you must investigate deep within Mexico; when the time comes, it will be useful."

Javin Yalves's expression shifted, lowering his voice, "Director, are we moving soon?"

The other side quieted for a moment.

"In April, troops will be dispatched to Medellin. We've been negotiating with Ochoa, and perhaps, war might break out between September and December."

"Details are still being discussed, keep your mouth shut, don't spill the beans."

Javin Yalves shuddered, "I understand! I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, he eagerly ran to the map hanging on the wall, finding Medellin, Colombia, and tapped it twice vigorously.