Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1079 - 545: The Global Stage, Come If You Love Chaos! _4

After donating blood, you can receive 100 Pesos and a small plastic figurine of Victor.

Hmm...

Looks just like the style of the trinket market.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

An elderly man shouted loudly at a blood donation point, while his family covered his eyes and others around him smiled kindly.

"Alright, sir." The nurse laughed and removed the tube when it reached 300cc.

"Ouch, it really hurts." The old man's hands were trembling as he was helped out by his family, and a reporter approached him.

"Hello, may I interview you?" The reporter came over.

"Reporter?"

"Yes, reporter."

"What channel?"

"National Channel."

The old man immediately pushed away his son who was supporting him, adjusted his clothes, and looked solemn and dignified. "Please, go ahead."

"Did you come to donate blood voluntarily? If a war breaks out, would you be worried?"

"Why would such a thing be fake?" he said, holding up his blood donation certificate, "Worried about what? I have great confidence in General Victor!"

"We came from Old Mexico. We've seen brutal drug traffickers, experienced greedy bureaucrats. Who cares if we live or die? Only with General Victor here, things are different. We can live with dignity."

"If the Americans invade, then give me a gun. I'm only 63; I can go to the battlefield."

"We absolutely won't let imperialism tread on the soil that belongs to our people."

"Bravo!"

People in line nearby applauded loudly, and some couldn't help but cheer. The old man proudly smiled at everyone around him.

"But now there are some people domestically opposing the war..." At this point, another reporter inserted himself.

The old man took a look, oh dear, a local channel, not much class.

"Oppose? They're just cowards afraid of death. Do they think kneeling to the Americans would spare them? Impossible!"

"The more you beg for mercy, the more excited they get. This is a class struggle and ideological warfare. They are coming to wipe us out. Oppose, I oppose them f***ers..."

"Pfft..."

Inside the National Palace.

Casare was watching the live TV broadcast in his office, drinking water, and sprayed it out in one gulp.

This... was not muted.

Live broadcast, truly exciting.

"Later, you come clean my carpet." Victor said, tapping the table beside him.

"Hehe..."

Casare chuckled awkwardly, "Boss, the public sentiment can be used. I see some media is just trying to stir things up without reason..."

"Then manage and guide them well. Media is our mouthpiece. Any media not aligning with us will not be allowed to operate."

Victor was very decisive.

Excessive promotion of freedom of speech isn't true freedom.

It's still the old saying: you can trust the power of the people, but you can't trust the wisdom of the people.

In the distortion of facts, many people are easily led astray.

"I agree too. But now the Yanks are staying quiet. I have a feeling they are brewing something big."

"Keep unchanged to cope with changes. Wait for them to make their move, then we'll respond."

Casare nodded, "As long as the military moves the Golan Heights, Israel may not be able to hold up, then the United States will be distracted, and the stress of rescuing them will increase."

The United States is setting new battlefields for Victor, and Victor is doing the same.

"Did anyone say when to act?"

"Early April. Our people have helped to establish connections with Lebanon and parts of Palestine, and will jointly launch an attack."

"Do you think Mossad knows?"

Casare's face stiffened, furrowing his brows, "They know."

"Convey to Hafez, tell him the plan can be changed at any time, don't notify others, just follow up once the war starts."

Mossad has long infiltrated Middle Eastern countries; don't underestimate them. It's just that they suffered losses in Mexico; in the Middle East, the Mexican Intelligence Bureau may not be able to outdo others.

Victor thought for a moment, "Didn't we capture a high-level one? That person's identity isn't simple; his family influence is significant within Israel. Get him safely here; we need him."

"He absolutely must not die en route."

"Mossad is ruthless towards others and won't be soft-hearted toward their own either."

Victor squinted, appearing very shrewd.

He planned to have him confess in a live broadcast, admitting the slaughter caused by Israel in the Middle East.

And their indulgence of drug traffickers.

Would it have a significant impact?

After all, if even your own people are weeping bitterly, shouldn't you repent?

North America's sun is willing to give you a chance for self-redemption.

He's supporting the side of justice!

He was feeling a bit self-moved.

Victor drank his tea, feeling pleased, "The enlarged meeting about Ren Lian's contact, how is it going?"

Upon hearing this, Casare's face showed some embarrassment.

"Is the work not going well?"

"Although there are quite a few calls, they are all fence-sitters. Currently, no one has explicitly indicated their attendance, even France is being somewhat ambiguous, and Italy and the United Kingdom have outright refused but advised us not to go astray."

France??

They're stationed in Haiti, and yet you're not making up your mind?

What the hell, aren't you planning to surrender again?

"I understand a bit of Britain's capability, always so arrogant, but what's with Italy? If they're daring to act like this, perhaps the Americans have given them some assurances." Casare sniffed his nose.

"Europeans are indeed old-fashioned, unreliable." Victor seemed unmoved.

Eating sh*t today, farting tomorrow...

Back when the UK was leaving the EU, 80% of the public was searching on search engines: what does Brexit mean.

...

You can imagine what Europeans are like.

Victor's Ren Lian has always targeted the impoverished Third World families, Europeans coming would of course be great, but their absence isn't significant.

But he looked somber, "What I fear is that Europe will support the Medellin Cartel."

"No…they wouldn't!" Casare was shocked by this hypothesis.

"Of course, we don't have actual intelligence yet, but didn't we find Ochoa from Medellin appearing in Italy? And meeting with the Mafia."

Fat Casare also stood straight.

When he found out the other party appeared, Casare ordered an assassination, but the Mafia's protection was too strict.

The centuries-old Mafia still has its capabilities.

When Mexico proposed "merging the Aegean Sea" and went to Sicily, the Mafia did not show face. Originally intended to have thousands listen to his speech, but who knew, they brought thousands of beggars.

Um...

No one knows where the beggars came from.

Then someone below shouted, "Sir, we need to eat."

Angry, Mo Ge shouted "baga" on the spot.

The whole world knows the power of the Mexican Intelligence Bureau's assassinations; they naturally find ways to guard against it.

With prevention, it becomes difficult.

"We need to intensify..." Victor was about to continue instructing when suddenly the phone on the table rang.

Ringing~

"Hello."

"Sir, the Indigenous people in Chiapas State have rebelled!"

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