Working as a police officer in Mexico

Elisabeth Schlagermiller nodded, "The next thing to do is to let the bullet fly for a while."

She took a sip of coffee, watching the hospital on TV, her left eye twitching persistently, she enjoyed this feeling of control behind the scenes.

Just like when she looked for ducks, she liked being on top.

The news of Philz Ramsfield being shot quickly swept across the entire United States.

The "CIA assassination theory" was particularly fervent.

Because he previously said he wanted to help his brother fulfill his dream, he had an American Dream, hoping to make America great again!

He also declared that if possible, he would run for President of the United States.

Moreover, if he succeeded, he would reveal the reasons for Kennedy and Lincoln's deaths, and he would arrest all the elites on "Little Saint James Island"!

It was precisely because he was "upright," his popularity soared, especially when he played the emotional card. His brother Donald had indeed done well in America, during the Reagan Government, he was the Defense Minister...

As a result, some news media confidently said: The CIA did not want Philz to speak, so this assassination happened, it was an assassination of America's future!

In the following week, every day, there were hundreds to thousands of Philz's supporters gathering in front of Chicago Presbyterian Hospital with banners.

The Chicago Police surrounded the hospital.

Fearing that he might continue to have any incidents.

And in the most luxurious VIP ward, floor-to-ceiling windows, TV, refrigerator, even a gym next to it, you never know what kind of service rich and powerful people enjoy.

"Saturday Night Live will stage your speech in the Chicago rain, and the Oprah Talk Show will invite you to be a guest."

Lying in the hospital bed, Philz looked at a series of announcements in the assistant's hand, his eyes lit up, "How much did you spend?"

"Oprah Talk Show, we sponsored 4 million US dollars."

"Really rich!"

The assistant was also dispatched by the Mexico side, he smiled, "If one hundred million dollars can make an American president, why not?"

Philz was certainly satisfied, he just needed to put on a show, he didn't have to care about anything, "But, will the Republican Party choose me as a presidential candidate?"

"Who is the current candidate?" The assistant asked the colleague behind him.

"After Clinton disappeared, Little Bush was invited, but due to Little Bush's father's death, he returned to his hometown in grief to serve as an elementary school teacher, but this guy often declared on TV that his father died for America..." The colleague said this, raised his head, knowing these methods were about the same.

"But when asked to run, he refused, so the Republican list is... Donald Dulinpu."

The assistant was stunned, "Who is this person?"

"A man who serves three surnames!" Philz squinted his eyes and said, "Before 1987, he was a Democrat from America, after 1987 he joined the Republican Party, in 1988 he paired with Old Bush to run for president..."

"Couldn't imagine pushing him out, is there really no one?"

The assistant nodded, "Then find a way to ruin his reputation, is there his name on Little Saint James Island?"

"Uh... no, he only likes fair-skinned, beautiful blonde women, this is what he said himself on TV." The subordinate said, "There isn't even a scandal of him using drugs or soliciting prostitutes."

"Did Jesus come to America?"

The assistant couldn't help but laugh, he looked at the worried Philz and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, there's no scandal we can't dig up, if necessary, then we create scandals."

He squinted his eyes as he spoke.

"We're professionals at doing this kind of thing."

…

After entering September, the air in Mexico became a bit cool.

Looking down from the sky...

You could see every city was under construction.

The National Palace clearly issued "important guidance on economic development" to all officials, it said if you want to be promoted, then do well in the economy, conducting annual city-level and provincial-level comparisons, of course, due to different environments, what is compared is GDP growth rate.

In Mexico, in such an environment, as long as you're not useless, frankly speaking, anyone could achieve growth.

It was tied to one's official rank, so those below were working vigorously, of course, to prevent the mayor's single voice, Parliament was retained, picking people from the public and local military to serve as members.

Any situation had to be voted on by Parliament.

It ensures most things are agreed upon by local people, although this can be troublesome, it avoids many corruption and bribery problems.

Mexico has its own national conditions.

And in the National Palace, Minister of Civil Affairs Alfred Rosenberg was reporting to Victor, "As of July 31, 1992, our currently registered population is 112 million, with males accounting for 51.9%, females for 48.1%, minors for 13%, in addition, there are about 3 million migrants, with Americans accounting for 44.9%."

"And there are 140,000 prisons nationwide, housing about 260,000 people, approximately 9% being serious offenders, among them 12.7% of sentences are less than three years."

Every number was so shocking, 140,000 prisons, ranking first in the world!

During the Old Mexico era, there were already 120,000, during Victor's anti-drug war, another 20,000 were added to detain criminals, without killing a large number of drug traffickers, there certainly wouldn't have been enough, before the war, the population was about 132 million, meaning the anti-drug war, US-Mexico War forced 20 million people away.

While it's impossible they all died, some definitely fled.

"Let the courts re-review personnel, those extremely light sentences that do not violate the constitution, with sentences still below one year to be released, those with sentences over one year for labor reform, Sonora State's desert has planted large areas of cacti, send them there, those performing well can have their sentences reduced first."