Working as a police officer in Mexico

When the motorcade stopped in front of her, the girl visibly retreated a bit awkwardly.

"Okay."

The bodyguard next to him responded, opened the door, got out of the car, and jogged over to the girl, pointing at the motorcade and saying a few words, but the latter shook her head vigorously, appearing very resistant and wary.

Nonsense...

Who just gets into someone else's car for no reason?

The bodyguard had no choice but to return to the car, "She... doesn't quite trust us."

"Then forget it, let's go." Victor didn't insist, waved his hand, "Drive."

Casare lowered his voice, "Boss, do you like her?"

"What's there to like or not like, it's just appreciation."

Political figures are very straightforward, either they learn English below the belt, or they just purely want to chat, most of the time it's the former.

For political figures, these are small issues, maybe they'd even say it's just a fling, the only mistake is about taking sides, Victor naturally doesn't need to consider this. (I personally despise this mistress-seeking behavior!)

Belsaria is pregnant, Victor is quite enduring.

When are men not lustful?

When they're not breathing.

Asking him to open the window to invite another's woman for tea would just be too low.

That's where Casare comes in...

He kept this matter in mind, and after sending the boss back to the National Palace, called in his confidant to investigate who that girl is, what her name is, and where she lives.

"Sir, you're not going to kidnap her, are you?" The confidant hesitated, "The Supreme Leader would be furious if he knew."

"What do you mean kidnap, this is understanding the opponent, idiot. I'll find a way to arrange a coincidence for the boss and her, isn't there an excellent talents meeting in a few days? Just add her to the list, dummy!"

Casare slapped him on the forehead and scolded.

The confidant shrugged his neck, thinking that this really was a way.

As for whether she's talented or not, isn't that just up to the official narrative?

Just like men pursue women's beauty, women also pursue men's charm, having power often comes with a lot of charm.

The next day at dawn.

Victor was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt for his morning exercise. After running about ten kilometers, he slowly stopped to relax his leg muscles, and the bodyguard behind him hurried to clothe him.

The confidential secretary, Martin Bao Man, reported the matters requiring attention to him.

"Yesterday, we received warnings from 17 countries, demanding we withdraw from Belize; otherwise, they won't rule out taking measures."

"How could something that's in our mouth be spit out, ask the British if they can allow the Irish to be independent, or the Indians if Sikkim can return on its own, no one's clean, ignore them."

Martin Bao Man nodded and moved on, "Our intelligence indicates that the Five Eyes Alliance held a secret meeting in Australia, which included Ochoa from Medellin and deputy defense ministers from five countries."

"I think the name is poorly chosen: five countries, five eyes? Are they Cyclops? Each person has two eyes, five countries should be called the Ten Eyes Alliance. If they insist on being the Five Eyes: I think it's buttholes, one per person, Five Eyes Alliance."

"Have the intelligence department investigate thoroughly, I need to know what they discussed."

Martin Bao Man circled the text in the document, marked it, and placed the paper at the bottom, then reported the latest news.

"And then there's the news from Haiti."

"Weren't the French supposed to be managing there?" Victor said while stretching.

"Last night, local gangs gathered over a thousand people to raid the French military camp, killing over 70 people, and the remaining over 200 surrendered completely. France is requesting our assistance."

Has France activated the True White Flag ability again?

That's Haiti!

That's a gang...

Your military can't handle a gang?

Victor opened his mouth, wanted to curse, but found the words hard to speak, his expression was a bit conflicted, "Call the Frenchman over, I'll ask him personally."

"Also bring me the intelligence from Haiti, I need to see what exactly is going on."

He was feeling numb at this point...

France remains just as useless!

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