Working as a police officer in Mexico

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Throw in an extra billion US dollars, can I get an LGM-25C ballistic missile?

Victor really wanted to ask that question.

But after thinking it over, he figured the Americans would say, "What, launch one over to you?"

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On this planet, probably only two people would dare to sell it: one is a corrupt and greedy panda, and the other is a certain big brother in dire need of money, who was said to be utterly confused when the camels came visiting.

Within the realm of possibility, Victor was constantly testing the other party's limits.

"Six A-10 attack aircraft are too few, I hope I can get two squadrons."

That was a lion's mouth demand, biting right into Asmir Ward's ass, whose eyes suddenly widened, "Two squadrons?!"

That's 22 planes, holy shit...

What does Mexico need so many planes for?

He looked at Victor, his brow furrowed, not very direct, slightly euphemistic, "There's no need to worry about the North American skies, we have enough capability to protect you."

"A bird that grows up under its father's wing can never truly grow big. I hope that one day, no, I'm ready to lead the charge on the battlefields against Iraq, Mexican pilots are already prepared to helm their jets and dive into the enemy's chest!"

In other words: I've already called you daddy, just give it to me.

Just a measly squadron of about 20 fighter jets!

At most, it would thrust Mexico's air force rank into the top thirty worldwide!

Don't think that just because there are lots of big names in Blue Star, they're all important players.

Most are just spectators around a makeshift stage.

Can you believe there are about a hundred countries in the world that don't even have a single warship?

Without Victor, this tough man, Mexico wouldn't even have an air force!

Military preparedness is important, you may not need to use it, but you can't be without it.

In Mexico City, there are plenty of high-ranking officials who think an air force isn't necessary because they can't afford it; pilots, maintenance costs, and fuel are all money. They'd rather just divvy up the funds among everyone.

When President Cuauhtémoc heard this, he flew into a rage on the spot, pointing at the high officials who had made the suggestion and asked, "Do you want to try Victor's caliber?!"

In Mexico, you might live after offending the president, but offend Victor?

Hey, you still want to walk?

Ambition was something everyone could feel, did Asmir Ward, the American representative to the United Nations, not know?

He looked at Victor, and Victor stared back at him.

Two big men locked in a gaze...

"Do you want to be Mexico's Fidel Castro?" Asmir Ward whispered softly in contemplation.

Victor instantly broke out in cold sweat, even his scalp tingled.

If you were to ask the United States who they disliked the most in the world, it might be difficult to choose, but if you asked who they hoped would die, it would definitely be that guy from Cuba.

Victor looked at Asmir Ward, his head low, with a soft gaze, "Mexico is too close to the United States, with a border stretching 3169 kilometers. I swear to God, the United States will forever be the dominant country for Mexico!"

That statement was already shamelessly servile.

If it got out, Victor's reputation would surely take a significant blow.

But one must be humble, after all!

Once he gets hold of half of Mexico following Golden Finger's instructions, he'll be able to produce high-end precision weapons independently. Then, if you don't sell to me, I'll make them myself!

Asmir Ward was a very pragmatic man, he didn't believe in any god, but since the White House decided to trust the other side, there was no need for him to play the villain. After thinking it over, "No problem!"

"Besides that, I also want C-130 transport planes."

Victor's eyes twinkled, his mouth agape in a naive smile.

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The two men plotted in the hospital room for more than forty minutes while Victor's bodyguards and Americans watched outside.

It couldn't be that the two bosses were fighting each other, could it?

Just as Jason Bourne was about to knock on the door, he heard a "creak" and the door opened. Asmir Ward walked out looking exhausted.

As if... he'd been in a fierce struggle.

Inside the hospital room, Victor smacked his lips, seemingly still relishing the moment.

"Take care, Mr. Asmir."

The other man walked away as if the wind was at his heels, as if fearing that moving too slowly would get him caught. Jason Bourne looked oddly at the American, wanting to check his behind.

"Jason!"

"I'm here."

He hurried inside.

Victor adjusted his pillow to make himself more comfortable and sighed, "A war is coming."

"Mexico has always been at war, hasn't it?"

"Off to Kuwait!"

"Deploy the 2nd Battalion, 4th Company to move out first. The Americans will transport them to Arifjan Base in Kuwait. Promote Erwin Rommel to Colonel, and place him in full charge of all Mexican expeditionary military affairs!"

Jason Bourne raised his eyebrows; it looked like this Rommel guy really caught Victor's eye and would rise quickly.

This rate of promotion is faster than a soaring blood pressure!

It couldn't be Brigadier General next year and then Major General within three years, could it?

Hahaha... Not likely!

"We don't need to prepare ammunition and weapons; the Americans will handle that. They're also going to equip the 4th Company with 15 M1A1 main battle tanks, including covering all costs. Our job isn't to rush headlong into battle, but to cheer from the sidelines!"

When the big brother goes out, the little brothers need to stand behind and support on the battlefield.

During the Cold War, those little countries ate so well because the two big brothers were ready to fight, practically giving everything away!

Just don't play both sides against the middle.

"This is just the first batch; I promised the Americans at least 10,000 troops, let Kennedy sneak some rookies in there too, let them see some blood."

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