Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1073 - 544: I Want 800 People to Sweep Through Victor! (Requesting Monthly Votes!!)_2

Don't be fooled by him constantly cursing at the Yanks; in fact, he's extremely, extremely cautious.

This move involves a freaking six aircraft carrier battle groups, more than any other in the world combined.

Just looking at it is despairing!

What's that saying?

If you don't strengthen your military, you see me like a frog in a well watching the moon; if you do strengthen your military, you see me like an ephemera seeing the blue sky!

It pressures all the countries into not daring to breathe.

He still has 2 to 3 fleets in the dock that haven't moved yet.

Victor has been shouting that if you dare to fight him, he'll drag you down with him; it seems like he's hogging the spotlight, but really, he's bluffing.

Now the Yanks have wised up, they don't mess with you, they perform live-fire drills on the high seas, block your naval exits, your Navy isn't as strong as theirs, they'll block you if you come out!

They specifically target countries that are cozying up to you.

Colombia is in South America, Mexico is in North America; the distance is still quite significant.

Victor walks slowly with his hands clasped behind his back, furrowing his brows, and Casare can feel his frustration, "The Staff Department and Department of Defense suggest we take a step back..."

"Retreat?"

"Retreat to where? Retreat to Guadalupe Island to become bullfrogs?"

Victor's face turned cold immediately upon hearing this, "If we retreat, the strong reputation we've painstakingly built on the international stage will collapse, don't you know what spineless opportunists are like?"

"They're all a bunch of scumbags!"

Martin Bao Man, the distant confidential secretary, heard the commotion, glanced over, and then looked away.

Feeling cornered at your own doorstep is seriously messed up.

Victor had considered developing the Navy; it's much stronger now than in Old Mexico's era.

Even stronger than Canada next door.

But lacking aircraft carriers means you lack "airstrips," and in the fleeting moments of modern warfare, you lack initiative.

But exchanging points for aircraft carriers...

He can't afford it.

Those WWII carriers are utterly useless, the first post-war Forrestal-class carrier costs a staggering 11 billion points!

But even that was nearly fifty years ago.

Those drug traffickers are really out of line.

Can't you just kneel and wait for Supreme Leader Victor to come and chop you down?

That way you could feel involved with the aircraft carriers too.

Drug traffickers: @#@￥@%!

"Can't retreat!"

Victor shook his head, setting the tone, "Imperialists are all paper tigers, if they dare to threaten us, we'll openly fight them."

"The more they don't want us to do something, the more we should do it."

"Send an F14 fighter squadron blatantly flying to Colombia, I'd like to see if the U.S. aircraft carriers dare to shoot me down."

"Explicitly instruct Washington that if we are attacked, regardless of who attacks us, ground border forces will fully advance!"

"You do your thing, I'll do mine, don't let the enemy lead us by the nose."

"I'd like to see if he has the capability, they'll have to provide us escort."

Casare's face tightened, then relaxed, nodding vigorously, "I'll have someone issue the statement right away."

"No, I'll draft it."

"You just tell the Colombian side not to panic, with me here."

"Don't say anything for a couple of days; we'll let the bullet fly first to see who's really our ally, who we can pull in, and who our enemy is."

"Alright."

Casare thought for a moment, then nodded, realizing there were too many opportunists around, especially now that Ren Lian announced interest-free loans for member states.

Damn!

All sorts of riffraff are coming over, asking for billions off the bat, especially some African countries.

Casare didn't even want to comment, almost treating Mexico as the sucker.

"There's one more thing."

He said, looking at Belsaria in the distance, lowering his voice, "Two people from Rumsfeld's side have been found."

"Where?"

"They're detained in an underground prison at the Pentagon in the U.S., it's heavily guarded, not easy to get in."

"Then how did you get the intel?"

Victor was a bit curious.

"An American working for the Mexico Counterintelligence Bureau was hosting a high-ranking Pentagon official when they found out."

"Give that lady a bit more of a reward."

"It's a man."

Suddenly dead silence; Victor opened his mouth, looked at Casare, who nodded with his lips pressed, "He's a bottom, quite famous in Washington, has served over a hundred people, all of them elites."

Victor's expression struggled a bit, then he relaxed, "Well done, write a thank you letter for me to give to him."

The Pentagon really has all sorts.

After Casare left, Victor spent over half an hour strolling with Belsaria, who finally got tired; on the way back, she suddenly asked, "How's my father and them doing?"

"No news yet."

Victor shook his head, expression unchanged, gently patting her hand, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to bring them back, your father is my father too."

Belsaria chuckled softly, nodded, with some melancholy, returned to her residence.

Victor then returned to his office and told the confidential secretary, "Don't bother me, don't prepare my dinner."

Martin Bao Man quickly acknowledged.

He shut the door, and locked himself in the office, starting to chew on the pen tip.

Outside, the actions of the U.S. Military began to trigger chemical reactions.

On the afternoon of January 1st, Israel declared Ren Lian a terrorist organization, and member states would not establish diplomatic relations with Israel!

On January 2nd, Niger within Ren Lian came under immense pressure and announced its withdrawal from Ren Lian.

This is a major blow to the newly established organization!