Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1075 - 544: I Want 800 People to Sweep Through Victor! (Requesting Monthly Votes!!!)_4

"Did something happen?" A father holding groceries from the supermarket said worriedly.

"I know, I know!" A boy wearing a traditional Chinese jacket and a hat raised his hand.

The parents looked at him, and the boy grinned, "The President must have died again!"

…

What a damn cold joke.

The father wanted to laugh but felt it wasn't appropriate, his old face wrinkled as he forced a dry chuckle.

Actually, it's not far off...

When the "Mexico War Mobilization Order" came out, the United States panicked too.

Bang—

Inside a highly confidential room in the Pentagon.

The Speaker of the House, Francesca Daniels, slammed the table and looked at the men sitting in front of her, "Who told you to provoke Mexico, who?!"

"Okay, now that Victor has responded, what are you going to do?"

"Francesca, you also agreed with the plan to deploy the Navy back then." The new Defense Minister, Norman Schwartzkopf, looked at her and said.

Faced with him, the enraged Speaker didn't dare to curse, she opened her mouth and sat down.

A pain in her breast.

No choice, the opponent is quite formidable. Norman Schwartzkopf was the U.S. Military Commander in the Gulf War, the former U.S. Central Command leader, retired in August 1991, then Ramsfeld became Defense Minister while he stayed home raising fish.

But with such a big incident.

The military needed a prestigious figure to maintain stability, so he took the stage.

His style is aggressive.

A typical "McCarthyist," he proposed using the Navy to suppress the coastline.

Francesca Daniels's finger pointing and scolding directly at him?

Norman Schwartzkopf shifted in his seat, his expression grim, "I don't believe Victor dares to launch missiles; at worst, we all go down together."

Damn XXX!

Are military minds always this straightforward?

No matter how tough your words, what significance do they have now?

"Victor is stepping on us to boost his own prestige, if he really succeeds, then the Latin American region won't be governed by us alone." Someone couldn't help but speak out, and everyone looked over; it turned out to be the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Craft Waters.

The man wasn't very famous, but he was selected by many.

Oh, he served in the military before, retired as a Major General, then was hired by Raytheon as the deputy general, now directly becoming the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Those writing official novels are so dull...

Anyone rising so quickly?

"From a military standpoint, I think we have to resist, France in Haiti... is handling things well."

His words made everyone silent.

"Then resist, for the sake of national interests..." Norman Schwartzkopf's eyes shone.

Your sister's national interest...

Who sitting here doesn't have ties to the Military Industrial Complex?

Who doesn't have big business backgrounds?

All for their own interests.

"But I think we shouldn't put the war on domestic soil." Craft Waters, the Chairman, spoke again, "It's very disadvantageous for us."

"Someone from Medellin in Colombia contacted us, hoping for our assistance," CIA Director Melissa Cruz suddenly spoke from the corner, drawing everyone's attention.

"According to our intelligence sources, he has quietly sent Ochoa to persuade several European countries that have gripes with Mexico; we can place the battlefield in South America."

"Is the information accurate?" Defense Minister Norman Schwartzkopf crossed his hands and looked at her.

Melissa Cruz paused, "The CIA hasn't wasted taxpayers' money."

Such words are bold; isn't this sarcasm directed at most of the departments being useless?

Sure enough, many looked at her with less than friendly eyes.

Melissa Cruz didn't know why today, just felt irritated, of course, not those days of the month, just felt everyone here was a fool.

Norman Schwartzkopf, who was about to retort, was interrupted by Francesca Daniels, "I think dragging Victor down in Colombia is very beneficial for us, and Mexico is carrying out military operations in Guatemala, Salvador, and other places; do you think they can maintain high-intensity activities for long?"

"It poses huge pressure on logistics."

"We should help Medellin gather more allies; this is protecting our own interests. I certainly know bringing in those European folks will affect our Latin American strategy, but everyone, don't forget, Europe is just useless."

Oh wow.

Italy doesn't agree!

If you have a temper, come have a war with us.

I guarantee you won't take Rome in three months!

"First let people follow up with Medellin; we'll discuss the specifics later." Craft Waters was rather prudent.

"Agree!"

"Agree!"

"Agree!"

"Since everyone agrees, then no blaming others for any occurrences in the future, such behavior is quite disrespectful." Craft Waters, the Chairman, glanced sideways at the Speaker, Francesca Daniels, whose mouth twitched as she sat with a dark expression.

"What about the fighter jet squad dispatched by Mexico to Colombia? Should we intercept it?"

"Let it be; don't bother with them."

Defense Minister Norman Schwartzkopf darkened his face, "Then how will others see us?"

"Failures never care about comments, because it died, successful ones don't need to care about public opinion either, because it succeeded; endure for a moment, there'll be time for reckoning." Craft Waters spoke calmly.

Đamn turtle!

Really a turtle, able to endure all this.

"Let Medellin send money over; Pablo's wealth is considerable." Someone spoke bluntly.

"Send over 300 million US Dollars first..."

"Drug trafficking sure is profitable, I heard Medellin now has close to 40 billion US Dollars in annual sales; previously, in 1980, it was 80 billion US Dollars? If that's true, it'd be great if we could do it ourselves." Someone sighed, and the entire office fell silent.

Only the sound of swallowing could be heard.

Money...

That's all money!

Pablo was among the top ten wealthiest people globally in 1980; perhaps there was a lot hidden, but an annual transaction of 80 billion still amazed everyone.

That was 1980.

Even in 2800, it'd still be damn valuable.

The world's three most lucrative industries: drug trafficking, healthcare, and arms.

Annually, drug users grow at 10%~17%. Under Victor's rule, the Drug Enforcement Department issued a red alert, warning that if more preventive measures aren't taken, humanity will eventually destroy itself.

The global drug market is worth over 660 billion US Dollars!

This industry chain spans all stages from drug production, processing to distribution.

CIA Director Melissa Cruz took a deep breath, then released a long sigh inwardly.

These executives...

Were moved.

They weren't speaking casually; they were genuinely moved.

Especially the military, it equals hundreds of billions more in annual military funding!

Did you see Defense Minister Norman Schwartzkopf's face flushed?

"All damn bastards spawned by prostitutes!"

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