Working as a police officer in Mexico

"First, announce joining the Ren Lian and declare following any military action from Mexico!"

"This..."

"Shut up!" Victor shouted angrily, "If you interrupt me again, I'll have you thrown into the sea."

Orelio Villa immediately shut his mouth, cursing silently in his heart.

What is the essence of a nation and a gang?

Decades later, Tage from Afghanistan will tell you, it's the difference between wearing national clothes and suits.

"Second, Haiti is too large for you to handle alone, we need to dispatch our troops as well."

"Third, you must support Palestine."

Upon hearing this, Orelio Villa knew it was hopeless.

What a joke.

If the French leadership were so confrontational, would they still be French?

Victor was deliberately making things difficult.

"I need to report to Paris."

Victor waved his hand dismissively, like swatting a fly, and Orelio Villa felt drenched in sweat as he left the office.

But more than anything, he felt humiliated.

No understanding of diplomatic etiquette at all.

After all, he was a minister!

"Minister my ass, looks damn sleazy," Victor muttered a couple of curses after the other had left, still not satisfied.

"I'm planning to send troops to Haiti. That place is too close to the United States, a highly strategic location; it can't be left to incompetents."

Casare thought for a moment, nodded, and said:

"The United States' deterrent against Europe is still greater than ours, I think France will lean towards Medellin supported by the Five Eyes Alliance."

"High and mighty Director Xu's powerful, yet inherently arrogant, viewing us like nouveau riche," Victor said calmly.

"We need to speed up the construction of new weapons."

Casare thought Victor wanted the factory to speed up production.

But that wasn't the case...

He was thinking about how to earn more points and directly exchange them for weapons.

Building them isn't as fast as exchanging, is it?

"How many gangs and drug traffickers are approximately in Haiti?" Victor asked.

Casare furrowed his brows in thought; don't underestimate him as someone who rose by holding onto power; he actually has an excellent memory. Maybe it's an exaggeration to say he has a photographic memory, but he remembers the data he's seen in the short term.

"About 200 gangs, and I remember the number surpassed 1 million people."

"1 million!"

Victor suddenly looked up.

Casare didn't know why the boss was so determined, but he still nodded.

"Damn, an island with a million drug traffickers and gangs, this is freaking Hell."

Eradicate them!

Kill them all!

The love and peace must be spread out.

At first, I, Victor, was short-sighted, thinking Haiti only had tens of thousands of gangsters and was insignificant, but now you tell me 1 million...

On average, each person is worth 600 points.

That makes 600 million points?

Of course, it's unlikely to be that little, according to Victor's calculation, it must be at least tenfold.

600 points and you're just a small boss in Mexico...

But in Haiti...

The degree of brutality is not weaker than the gangs in the Latin American region.

At least, Latin American gangs are still afraid of the police, but you blatantly set fire to government buildings, kidnap politicians, slaughter the innocent...

Well, well, it seems about the same.

Damn, they're all birds of a feather.

Casare hesitated for a moment before saying, "Boss, we're conducting military operations in several locations. Although we're not afraid of the gangs in Haiti, if we get bogged down, it might strain our confrontation with Medellin and the forces behind it."

Salvador Military Police!

Medellin bomber group!

Plus, we have to defend the over three thousand kilometers of the US-Mexico Border.

Now we have to wage war on Haiti. Honestly, if someone else had proposed this plan, Casare would think they were trying to drag Mexico into a quagmire of war.

"Our showdown with Medellin won't be that soon. The relations between European countries are not as harmonious as they appear, especially their dread of the United States. How long did the United States prepare for the Gulf War?"

"More than 5 months, but that was when America had no internal troubles, and now, the Black Panther Party has already sparked a major movement in a few States, and the Extremist Left Organizations have begun armed resistance. This flame can't be contained, and if they want to divert the focus externally, it's probably impossible. This time, the internal unrest doesn't play around with you lightly; if they're not careful, the United States may disintegrate."

This wasn't Victor talking nonsense.

The world is never short of ambitious people. Seeing the US military not suppress people for months, many have already started to entertain thoughts.

It's said that someone has already contacted Bramo Ramsfield, hoping to invest in him.

Wang Defa?

Of course, this is very common. Looking through history, during the Civil War, although it's said to be the war between slave owners and capitalists, there were also internal plots. Regardless of who wins, they don't lose out.

Of course, some have approached Victor as well.

After all, nowadays there's no need to guess; Bramo Ramsfield is backed by him.

The world isn't short of gamblers, just like Israel isn't short of bastards.

"A few months is enough for us to take Haiti." Casare thought for a moment and agreed.

"I really feel like dropping an atomic bomb over there."

"!!!"

Victor burst out laughing and waved it off, "I'm joking, do I look like such a person?"

Casare chuckled dryly a couple of times, but his heart was pounding, could he be serious?

"Call Kennedy and the others, I want to discuss the plan to invade Haiti."

"Alright!"

After the other left the office, Victor was pondering how to earn more points.

After thinking it over, his eyes lit up.

He picked up the phone, "Hello, is this Alfred Schlieffen?"

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Salvador. Terrorism Detention Center.

A large prison built by Mexico.