Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1072 - 544: I Want 800 People to Sweep Through Victor! (Requesting Monthly Votes!!)

January 1, 1993.

It came so ordinarily, yet so hastily.

Time always arrives silently and departs with a bang.

With a breeze, the spring is felt.

For ordinary people, it's just a sigh at how quickly time flies, but for the entire world...

It's a torment!

So many major events happened in 1992, not to mention the distant Bosnia War, the Middle East rekindled with war, and 30 out of 34 countries in the Latin American region faced various problems due to domestic unrest in the United States.

It's challenging for small countries...

You have to learn to sway with the wind, but if your skills aren't up to par, you'll crash.

Being a fence-sitter is also a craft.

The emotions of panic, fear, and unease are spreading in the Latin American region.

Especially in the past two weeks, Mexico announced expanding Ren Lian seats and holding ministerial talks to establish an alliance to address Latin American issues and eliminate Medellin and its allies.

On December 26, 1992, the Mexican Air Force attacked the Israeli aid hospital in Medellin, killing over 170 people, severely injuring over 20, with three people missing, and the tension reached its peak!

Israel announced the arrest of Mexican-born nationals domestically and declared war against Mexico, stating it would send Peacekeeping Forces to Colombia.

In response, the Colombian Government protested, but the Jews didn't care. You protest?

God agreed!

When did He agree?

If not, we will nail Him back on the cross again.

Meanwhile, Mexico didn't stand up, but instead, Syria, the new ally, declared that all rights of the Golan Heights belong to Syria, demanding the opponent withdraw by March, or war would be declared.

To strengthen the relations between Mexico and Syria, a twenty-five-year-old Crown Prince was sent to the Mexican Army Command School as an exchange student and Mexican Guard First Division Major.

This seemed more like an honor.

But keen observers saw this as a "hostage," but who cares, the promised weapons and equipment have been gradually shipped to Damascus.

Also, a team of 300 expert advisors is set to give the Israelis a hard punch.

Damn it!

Even when I fight drug trafficking, you still block, who do you think you are?

This is to avenge brother Jesus!

Inside the National Palace.

Victor was in the garden with his wife Belsaria admiring the begonias.

"Be careful, watch your step."

Belsaria looked helplessly at the nervous Victor, "I am just pregnant, no need to be so tense."

"Pregnancy is a big deal."

"Do you prefer a son or a daughter?"

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's our child, I will love them wholeheartedly. If it's a boy, I hope he has your courage; if a girl, I hope she has your wisdom."

Those were his words to the end.

Belsaria looked at her supporting husband and smiled happily.

The confidential secretary, Martin Bao Man, stood behind them without a word, just gently raising his head.

Still smiling...

The Supreme Leader is planning to get rid of your father and uncle.

Only Victor and Casare knew about this plan; as the confidential secretary and absolute confidant, outsiders called him: the Supreme Leader's shadow!

He knew many things that others didn't.

Don't be deceived by the Supreme Leader's seemingly gentle nature. He wouldn't say he has no bottom line, but he is willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals.

If only Mexico City had Xuanwu Gate, he would be a modern "sleeper".

Dengdeng—

Belsaria heard someone jogging over and turned to see the increasingly chubby Casare sweating profusely.

"Buddy, need to lose some weight?" Victor couldn't help but jokingly tease.

Casare chuckled awkwardly, and those small eyes glanced at Belsaria, "Boss, I have something to report."

"You chat, I'll go for a walk." The American woman sensibly said, or rather, she was uninterested in getting involved in politics.

Growing up in a politically charged family, she had heard too much rubbish, it was uninteresting.

Victor glanced at Martin Bao Man, who then stood at a distance, leaving only Victor and Casare within a three to five-meter radius.

"Israel and the United States jointly issued a warning, saying that our bombing of the aid team is an inhumane act and will take coercive measures against us."

"That's it?"

Victor sneered, "If the United States protested every day, I could publish a storybook. Let them act if they have the guts, talking so much is pointless."

Victor understood well the geographical threats...

No choice, just being so adept at playing the game.

The former Mexican leadership was just foolish, fighting drugs? Do you even know how?

If you can't fight drugs, just let it slide, let the drug traffickers roam freely across the US-Mexico Border, don't even manage it thoroughly, see who panics when the time comes.

Build more cheap hotels near the border for those illegal immigrants, making profits.

The Yanks will surely help proactively in your drug wars. What is this called?

This is called bad money driving out good money, everyone becoming second-rate together.

Who said being close to the United States was bad for Mexico?

Maybe the United States is just unlucky.

Is this what's called a "self-explosive strategy"?

"The United States' USS Theodore Roosevelt aircraft carrier, along with the 'Eisenhower' nuclear-powered carrier fleet of 60 warships, is approaching 100 nautical miles outside San Benito Island, California, for military exercises."

"Additionally, three carrier groups have drifted close to Colombia, prohibiting any vessels from landing."

"Colombia is requesting our support."

Victor stopped smiling and fell silent.