Working as a police officer in Mexico

Street scene in Washington.

Today in May... but it feels a bit chilly?

The street is quite desolate.

The pedestrian figure on the traffic lights walks as if it's on drugs, and just at this moment, a rat crawls out from the sewer gap on the roadside, but it staggers, and upon closer inspection, you can see a needle hanging by its mouth...

It walks...

Very slowly!

Anyone who has seen an addict would know, that kind of shaky movement, now this rat is just like that.

Washington has become a city of drugs.

The rain just stopped, and the air still carries a strong scent of leaves.

It's really nauseating.

CIA Director Melissa Cruz walks with a purpose, but when she turns a corner and sees a homeless person lying on the ground, she's still shocked for a moment, curses silently when she recovers.

Her car broke down, there's no alternative, she has to walk.

"Ma'am, would you like a newspaper?"

There's a newsstand by the roadside, seeing someone approaching, the yawning boss inside suddenly brightens up, stretches out a hand, and calls out.

Seeing Melissa Cruz about to leave, he hurriedly says, "Latest tabloids, President Carter met with Paul Constantine Stuart and Illinois's Bramo, and gave them two clothes, inside the clothes it says: asking them to save the United States, there's someone from the Pentagon and the White House who's kidnapped him!"

Melissa Cruz suddenly turns her head, snaps, "Nonsense!"

The other party, like a fierce leopard, with deterrent eyes that startled the newspaper boss, made him shudder.

But when he recovered, he glared back indignantly, "Why are you yelling at me, I didn't say this, it's published on the newspaper, and, personally, I think there's definitely something wrong, otherwise why hasn't Mr. Carter come out? Why would both Texas and Illinois have been independent in just a few months?"

These words really made Melissa Cruz silent.

She's been at the CIA for so long, she's never seen such a scene.

She's really puzzled!

The newspaper boss saw the other person shut up, grunted a few times, and patted his own newspaper, "Buy a copy, and you'll know there are many little secrets inside..."

Melissa Cruz looked at the illustration on the cover, nodded slightly.

"Give me one."

"5 US Dollars."

Melissa Cruz looked up at him, and the newsstand boss spread his hands toward her.

The CIA Director naturally knew this guy was taking advantage, dropped the money, grabbed it with one hand, cursed "F***" and left.

She glanced at the newspaper's name.

The "Daily Mirror."

Still a major newspaper!

Although it focuses on gossip and some scandals, the value of a major newspaper is undeniable.

Melissa Cruz unfolded the newspaper, and sure enough, she saw what the boss just said on the front page.

It was detailed.

Including when Carter met him, where he met him, what was said during the meeting, and the three—Carter, Bramo, and Paul—embracing each other and weeping bitterly.

There was a sentence recorded in the newspaper: "The three embraced in sorrow, mourning America's disgrace, Bramo used the dagger he carried to forcefully cut his palm, drawing a cross on his face, vowing to slay Norman Schwarzkopf and his remnants, restoring a bright future to American politics!"

"The Rumsfeld family has been loyal to the United States for generations, with dozens of kin already sacrificed for the country, I, Bramo, will never live on in compromise!"

The newspaper also wrote, Carter and Paul were visibly moved, Mr. President held Bramo's hand, repeatedly calling him "American Pillar!" "National Backbone!"

Paul Constantine Stuart also lamented at the scene.

Melissa Cruz's eye twitches slightly, is this damn thing a novel?

The newspaper writes in such detail, how so?

Is your main writer that dagger?

The entire article suddenly elevates Bramo's image to radiance.

Although everything seems so ridiculous, Melissa Cruz can't laugh at all, she feels the situation is massive!

She can differentiate right from wrong, because she is the CIA Director, but she also understands many people can't.

They just split into... joy and sadness.

Why is public opinion so easily swayed?

Because they lack the ability for independent thinking!

They prefer the herd's revelry, if you're rational, they think you're pretentious, and in such circumstances, public opinion is easily swayed.

One fool might be better than three wise men, but if there are even thirty fools…

That is basically the "Gambia Cosmic Army."

She quickly stopped a taxi, directly opening the backseat door, "To the Pentagon."

The driver's eyes appeared from the rearview mirror, ordinary single eyelids, "Sure, Ms. Melissa."

Melissa Cruz paused, then her face suddenly changed, by reflex trying to open the door, but the door was locked.

With a step on the gas, the vehicle started.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm." The driver, watching the road, said with a smile.

"Who are you!"

Melissa Cruz leaned back, her expression anxious, tense, suspicious, staring at him.

"I serve the Mexico News Bureau, oh right, the CIA likes to call us 'Reporters.'"

"Our Director Augustine Przybylski said he really likes this nickname, thank you."

Melissa Cruz's eyelids twitched, her lips trembled slightly, her thoughts were extremely complex.

The nickname "Reporter" was circulated internally, describing the Mexico News Bureau.

While the Mexico Intelligence Bureau they called "Mirror."