Working as a police officer in Mexico

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Lawrence looked at his big brother's state, sighed helplessly, and perked up to clean up Paul's mess.

On May 14, the Texas Republic announced an alliance with the State of Illinois to advance and retreat together.

And also invited other independent states to join.

During an interview with reporters the next day, Paul Constantine Stuart said to the Mexican journalists, "Texas is leading the American revolution into a new era."

"Without Texas, there wouldn't be the current momentum!"

"We Texans are working for the future of the United States!"

The whole speech was him claiming credit for himself.

Lawrence and the Minister of Internal Affairs, Yude Wallace, exchanged glances and simultaneously shook their heads.

…

Germany, Chemnitz!

Rabenstein Hotel.

Sunshine poured in from the window, and the entire room was a mess!

Clothes were strewn everywhere, along with… torn stockings and used condoms not thrown in the trash.

Two bodies lay crosswise on the bed, the woman's face was quite charming, and, hmm, her breasts too.

Beep beep beep—

The phone on the table rang with vibration, and just as it was about to fall off the bedside table, a hand quickly grabbed it.

"Hello—" cursing lazily, "Who is it? Damn it, can't a person sleep in the morning."

A roar came from the other side, "Ethan Hunt! Tell me, are you still asleep?!!"

"What time is it now!!!!"

Lying in bed, Ethan Hunt suddenly opened his eyes and instinctively kicked the woman off the bed, who screamed in pain.

"What was that sound? Did you go find women again? Damn! Can't you keep your little brother in check?"

Ethan Hunt sat up immediately, chuckling awkwardly, "Sir, I didn't look for them, they came to me..."

What a scumbag comment?

Casare warned, "Clean up your mess. Mr. Leader has remembered you and wants to appoint you to a new job, and you like this..."

Upon hearing this, Ethan Hunt indeed panicked!

He had enough of Germany.

The place had nothing but beer and sausages everywhere, and even surveillance had nothing nutritious.

"Please, Leader, please, I'll handle it right now, hahaha, believe me, I'll make sure to control my lower body."

Casare snorted twice, "Last time, you got your hands on a rich lady from the Kennedy family; this time, what's her status?"

Ethan Hunt hesitated for a while, "Christopher Cavoli's wife."

Casare on the other side was confused, "Who?"

"The US Commander in Germany."

"..."

"..."

The fear of sudden silence.

Casare nearly gritted his teeth, "You are really ￥@#%~!"

The following comments were somewhat inappropriate for minors, and after cursing, he was still not satisfied, cursing into the phone repeatedly.

High mom-content indeed.

After two minutes, Casare directly hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone inside, Ethan Hunt shrugged and tossed the phone aside.

"Darling, who was it?" the woman hooked Ethan's neck and asked.

"A..."

Ethan Hunt thought for a second, "A bachelor that probably is still single?"

The woman gave him a sultry look, biting his ear, "That kick just now felt so good."

Ethan Hunt's eyes lit up instantly, lying back on the bed, "Climb on yourself."

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At this time, in Mexico City, inside the National Palace.

Victor was watching Paul Constantine Stuart's performance on TV and couldn't help but complain to Belsaria.

"This guy, his mind is as narrow as sesame. I'm telling you, if his brother ever does better than him, he'd distrust his brother."

Belsaria, with her belly big, was watering the little flowers by the window and couldn't help but turn her head to glance at the TV, her expression a bit worried, "Isn't it risky for Bramo to work with him?"

Regarding this younger brother, she obviously cared very much. If she, as an elder sister, didn't care, it would be really pitiful.

Victor walked over with a smile, patted her hand, "It's fine, Bramo has a lot of people around him, and he has a think tank helping him. With Paul's IQ, he can't play outsmart him."

"No need to worry, no need to worry, boys need to experience more to become men, and the men in the Ramsfield family are eagles."

Saying that he nuzzled her belly, "Our child will also learn from his uncle and become a new man."

Belsaria leaned her head against Victor's chest, softly responded with a hum.

The sunshine outside came in, casting a long shadow inside the room, the atmosphere was very gentle.

But sometimes, someone would always spoil the moment.

Knock knock knock!

A knocking sound resonated.

Victor smiled wryly, "It must be Casare, only this guy knocks three times, and the sound is so heavy."

Saying this, he went to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Casare stood at the entrance, drenched in sweat.

Victor smiled at Belsaria and spread his hands, while she covered her mouth and giggled.

Casare quickly stood up straight, "Boss, Sister-in-law!"

He wiped his sweat away.

"There's something I need to report to you."

"I'm going to work," Victor said to his wife.

Belsaria nodded, "Take care of yourself, don't overwork."

She walked up and kissed Victor on the cheek, "I have an appointment with the doctor for prenatal education."

Victor nodded too, watching her leave downstairs.

"What's up? You're panting, come in and talk."

Victor made way for Casare to enter the study.

"Boss, Ethan Hunt has slept with someone again."

Again?!

The word choice was quite amazing.

"Who?"

"The wife of US Commander in Germany, Christopher Cavoli."

Victor's hand, which was about to hold a cigarette, trembled, and he looked up, "Who?!"

Casare repeated it again.

"Damn, this guy only sleeps with the wives of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, right? He's pretty selective with his conquests."

Casare burst out laughing at this comment.

Ethan Hunt really was like this, he basically targeted those with a rich pedigree or high value.

"He's comparable to two American divisions!"

Victor sighed and waved his hand, "Sending him to Hydra is the right move, using his means of winning hearts to infiltrate enemy families."

Alright then…

If this blows up in the future, what do we say?

There's a Mexican agent who specializes in beauty traps?

"Just let him be?"

Casare asked in shock.

"Just give him a message."

Fat Casare stood up straight, was it coming? The boss's reprimand was indeed about to happen?

"Tell him to take care of himself, don't lose his head to a pretty woman, be careful of AIDS."

Is that all?

"Special care for special talents."

Casare opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say more.

Special allowance indeed.

I get it!

If a wine seller can become an academician, what else isn't possible?

"That's how it is with this matter. How's the World Cup affair I asked you to keep an eye on?"

"Secretary-General Blatter took the money, but FIFA President Avilange returned the money and told the facilitator that he was very dissatisfied with our actions, felt we were humiliating him, and conveyed that everything should be voted on according to procedure."

"There are people who don't like money?" Victor squinted his eyes and said.

Casare was silent for a moment, then unusually spoke up to retort:

"There are always people in the world fighting for the ideals in their hearts, just like us back in the day."

"If we hadn't wanted to change Mexico for our dreams, maybe… Boss, you and I would have already degenerated into dogs for drug traffickers in prison."

Victor, on the other hand, was rendered speechless by this, thought about it, nodded, and exhaled, "The world always has fools, but fools are always respectable."

"We were fools back then too."

"Give him a gentle and decent way out, this counts as our respect for fellow travelers."

Casare nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Respect when it's due…

But if you're in the way, it's a bit awkward.

You're blocking everyone's path to making money.

And blocking their road to progress.

All you can say is…

This world is truly disgusting, disgusting enough that once dragon-slaying heroes also turn into dragons.

Like Yan Song, someone who once loudly denounced corrupt officials in the court was demoted countless times, and when he returned, he had already become a 40-year-old man.

Either continue to stubbornly push forward, or yield to this world.

In youth, it always feels like one can change the world.

Growing up…

Finally understand the phrase often on the lips of parents: I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice.

Once…

Who wasn't a young dreamer?

Victor held a cigarette in his mouth, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his long-unruffled heart now stirred greatly.

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