Working as a police officer in Mexico

Fuck!

When the time comes to assign 20,000 student soldiers to the grassroots as ordinary cadres, how many soldiers do you think can be mustered?

Every day at school involves loudly reciting loyalty to Victor in front of his bust!

This "consolidating loyalty" combination could at least maintain Victor's rule for over 50 years, and if continuously used, the "Vieri family" would become Mexico's noble gatekeepers.

At the moment, he continuously meets representatives from other countries.

Though the Drug Control Agency doesn't sound as important as the Food Agency or the Human Rights Agency, almost everyone with discerning eyes can see Victor's huge ambition.

Just the idea of "allowing Drug Control Agency countries to deploy troops to each other" had already shattered many people's conventional understanding.

Moreover, to avoid violating United Nations conventions, he defined these deployments as military exercises, exercises upon exercises, and who could say for sure when live ammunition might accidentally be used?

That's when you strike directly at the heart!

But most importantly, the Governorship of Northern Mexico directly invested 200 million US dollars into the Drug Control Agency, boasting massive wealth, and announced a 35% salary increase for employees!

With such a wealthy boss, who wouldn't love that?

Mainly because Golden Finger was also very generous!

Once he became the head of the United Nations Drug Control Agency, he was nominally entitled to meddle in global narcotics prohibition, instantly increasing the number of system summonable personnel to 50,000!

Besides that,

There were also production lines for pre-World War II and World War II technologies!

These included the famous T-34, Tiger heavy tanks, Sherman tanks.

Aircraft included the F6F "Hellcat" fighter, P-38 "Lightning" fighter, and so on.

And nuclear bombs!

This was a production line that could endlessly produce as long as there were materials, and the products could be sold to the Third World.

African warlords were very fond of World War II goods.

After all, points were still very expensive, and if the arms trade relied solely on points, how long would it take to exchange them?

Of the three most profitable industries, narcotics definitely couldn't be touched, so the only option was to go the arms route, slapping on a label that specialized in selling World War II-era weapons to target the low-end market.

In addition to these, even civilian technology was open, from small household appliances to personal transportation, everything was available, near and far, with products from after the millennium requiring more points for exchange.

And Victor had his eye on the blueprint and production line for a device called the Simon phone, which should have been produced by IBM in 1994, a touch screen device that, although it was only operated in 15 states in the US and sold about 50,000 units, was ahead of its time in many ways with its innovations.

In the early '90s, when mobile communications were just beginning, could he create an "Apple" of his own?

Launch it in the local market of Mexico and directly revitalized the local economy?

Build a "new dawn of humanity" in the Northern region?

Enter the era of "personal indulgence" ahead of its time?

The benefits of running for the Head of Drug Control Agency weren't just one or two but plentiful for Victor. If he became the sixth "great benefactor"...

He quickly shook off this impractical thought.

What a joke!

The world is in chaos, but the good people remain seated.

How many times has India tried to become the sixth?

Even those closely associated with him were "playing" him, let alone those audacious enough in the back who planned to establish their own "United Nations," ready to dispatch troops to annihilate you!

Don't think, don't think...

Any slight idea, and you'd be beaten up the next day.

"Is there anything else?" Victor asked, massaging his temples, feeling a bit of a headache, as dealing with these matters was also quite troublesome.

Secretary Krista Schroeder shook her head.

"Sir! Sir!" Jason Bourne rushed over, his eyes wide and mouth trembling, "Something's gone wrong!"

To see this intelligence chief so scared was a first for Victor, who furrowed his brow, "What's the panic for? Has the sky fallen?"

Jason Bourne nodded, "Pretty much."

"A plane from Central Asia heading towards the United States sped up towards U.S. airspace after the United States Air Force scrambled to intercept."

Terrorist attack!?

"What happened next?"

"The U.S. Military launched a missile."

Victor didn't ask what happened next. What kind of plane could survive a missile attack?

"It was a cargo plane, just seven crew members on board, originally planned to fly to Canada, but it turned directly toward U.S. airspace. The tower received a transmission, the pilot said they were hijacked by a group of Iraqi people..."

Fuck!

Sadaam's revenge?

Impossible!

If he had any brains, he wouldn't do something this stupid, right?

Moreover, it's way too coincidental.

Iraq had just left the United Nations, just declared war on the Anti-Iraq Coalition, and then a cargo plane attempts a terrorist attack, and it just so happens to be "Iraqi people!"

This is way too damn coincidental.

The first thought in Viktor's mind, are the Yanks staging this themselves?!

For what though?

To give themselves a victimhood buff? To get the public's support for a foreign war?

Secretary Miss Krista Schroeder turned on the TV.

This kind of major incident would definitely be reported.

Sure enough, a glasses-wearing spokeswoman walked on stage, "We express outrage at Iraq's hijacking of a cargo plane in a terrorist attack! This inhuman, unscrupulous act is despicable and contemptible!"

"The Pentagon has decided to declare an all-out war on Iraq! Freeze their assets in the United States, and put the military in a state of war!"

"Expel all Iraqi people!"

...

"When did this happen?" Victor suddenly asked.

"21 minutes ago." Jason Bourne checked his watch and said.

"It seems that this speech has been locked away in a safe for a long time, just waiting for a time like this to take it out."

The intelligence chief was taken aback, instantly understanding the boss's implication.

"CIA, they're heartless." Victor lifted his head to look at him, "They're like a dog, a mad dog! Maybe, they duped the cargo plane into flying to the United States for an inspection, then, under the guise of fighter jets, they blew them up in midair and pinned the blame on Iraq. After all, dead men tell no tales, who knows?"

"Indeed, a dead man can't argue back!"

Jason Bourne also felt a chill run down his spine.

He had thought the "Governorship of Northern Mexico" bunch had no shame, but the Yanks were even worse!

True descendants of robbers and bandits.

"The world is essentially about the survival of the fittest, the only way not to be bullied is to make oneself powerful."

"Godfather?"

Victor took a deep breath, "I'll stab godfather in the back one of these days!"

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