Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Serious criminals... how about we send them to the United States?"

Alfred Rosenberg gave a wry smile, "General, the United States is no longer accepting any immigrants from Mexico and has deployed troops at the border. They're even planning to build a wall."

Damn...

The Yanks are getting sneaky now.

They won't even let me dump trash.

Victor was silent for a moment, "Then send them to labor reform, but don't mix them with minor offenders. If they escape or commit other offenses, punish them severely, even with the death penalty!"

"Also, come up with a way to increase our population. Japan has almost the same population as us in just thousands of square kilometers. We need to have at least 200 million people. Think of policies to provide child-rearing support for women."

In short: Stimulate birth!

"Okay." Alfred Rosenberg nodded. He wasn't worried either; after all, humans are animals. If the environment improves, food is abundant, and safety is ensured, naturally there will be a lot of births.

"I plan to set up a Science Department within the Ministry of Civil Affairs, mainly to support domestic science projects. How about you take charge?"

Alfred's eyes lit up, just about to speak, when a knock on the door interrupted him. It was Casare.

"Boss, boss!" The other was excited, holding a document, "The Norwegian Nobel Committee awarded you the Nobel Peace Prize!"

!!!

Victor immediately stood up, took the fax, and saw it praising his contributions, achievements, and virtues.

???

This doesn't sound like me at all.

"How much did you pay?" Victor suddenly looked up and asked.

Casare was taken aback, ???

"I mean, how much did you sponsor the Norwegian Nobel Committee?"

"Boss! It's real, no manipulation, you must trust that your own morality is enough to earn this prize!"

"Screw you, don't I know my own morality?"

Victor certainly didn't see himself as a good guy, with statistics showing directly or indirectly over 600,000 deaths attributable to him, and millions displaced, he's a tyrant.

Even at the 1992 Barcelona Olympics, Spain banned Mexican athletes, and the two countries severed diplomatic ties completely.

Europe and America are still very unfriendly to him.

Also, what's Norway? A hypocritical goody-two-shoes.

Would that place really award me a Peace Prize?

What does this equivalent to?

Lei Jiayin handing Louis XVI a hundred-year — damn, where's your head?

That's the kind of shock it is.

Casare wasn't dumb either; he quickly realized the intricacies. "Boss, you mean they're up to something? No way, would Norway dare to?"

"What if the plane blows up halfway?"

That leaves nothing to say...

Europeans could really pull that off. It's still Victor holding Mexico together. Without him, who would take charge next? It would collapse quickly internally.

Nobody has his prestige, understood.

"Invite the Norwegian Nobel Committee to award the prize in Mexico, sponsor them 10 million Norwegian kroner (less than a million US dollars)."

"What if they don't come? After all, awarding the Nobel Prize in Norway has always been their bottom line."

Victor glanced over, "Then there's definitely a problem. If they don't even want the money, it means Europeans really want to kill me. Bottom line? Anyone with a bottom line died long ago. Europe has no morals, the Middle East has no peace, Indians have no scalps, three very obvious things."

"Alright, I'll go ask them now."

Casare nodded vigorously, saying fiercely, "If they trick us, I'll... blow up Nobel's grave!"

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