Working as a police officer in Mexico

The Internal Affairs Bureau's intelligence division called them "Mules," meaning animals for doing odd jobs for Victor.

And knowing this internal code name also indirectly indicates an issue.

The CIA has been infiltrated like a sieve.

"Is this a warning? Or a kind of bragging?" Melissa Cruz's voice was somewhat hoarse; was it from being scared?

"Don't worry, ma'am, if we wanted to kill you, you might have disappeared long ago." The driver said calmly, "We just think you're a smart person, and believe there's no need for you to hang onto the United States, this soon-to-sink wreck of a ship."

Melissa Cruz: "You're here to... buy me off?!"

Inside, she felt a bizarre sense of relief; at least she didn't have to fear death.

Do you think she's not afraid of death?

When the door wouldn't open, she was almost scared to death.

"Bribery is very low-level. According to Asian culture, it's called excellent birds choosing suitable trees to perch on, to ensure survival's safety and resource acquisition. Talented ministers will carefully choose which monarch to serve, to realize political aspirations. Our Supreme Leader appreciates your capabilities."

Such a wise statement rendered Melissa Cruz silent.

"If I refuse, will you... kill me?"

The driver's eyes once again looked towards the rearview mirror, he could feel the other's tension!

"How could that be?"

"We are a legitimate orga... organization."

Melissa Cruz kept her mouth shut, did the other party just want to say "association"?

After a silent four or five minutes inside the car, it stopped, and Melissa Cruz's muscles instantly tensed again, "What are you going to... do?"

"The Pentagon is just ahead, there's no way for the car to drive over."

"Oh, oh, thank... thank you, then... shall I get out?"

Melissa Cruz was quite cute, the driver almost couldn't contain himself, nearly laughing out loud, his mouth twitching as he unlocked the car door.

Click.

"Please wait a moment."

The driver turned around and handed over a business card, "If you need anything, you can call me, but I'll also tell you directly that Mexico's position is also limited. If other senior CIA agents join one after another, then if you continue to hesitate, by the time you join, perhaps the good positions will be gone."

???

The CIA is moving to Mexico?

Melissa Cruz took the card, got out of the car, and watched the taxi leave. Right now, if she yelled, the patrolling police and military around could swiftly pin down the other party.

But what then...

Melissa Cruz felt very confused, she too had personal desires. After getting out of the car, the driver's words somehow gave her a sense of urgency.

She is the CIA Director, especially since following Norman Schwartzkopf, she's offended Congress. When the Pentagon collapses, can she be alright?

"Sigh—"

She let out a long sigh, stuffed the business card into her pocket, thought for a moment, and then tucked it into her jeans.

To avoid it being found during an inspection later.

She walked towards the Pentagon, going through multiple layers of checks, including a body search.

Now, Defense Minister Norman Schwartzkopf is extremely on edge, especially since a warrant from the Texas Republic was issued against him, he's truly afraid of everyone he meets.

It's said...

Underneath his uniform, he's wearing two layers of bulletproof vests.

Led by the guards, she reached the office. Standing at the doorway, she heard Norman Schwartzkopf's roaring inside.

"Carter! Carter! I want Carter dead!!"

"Why doesn't that old man believe me? Why won't he stand up and cooperate with me!"

Those words carried a tone of madness, a bit of hopelessness, and some insanity.

Disappointment briefly flashed in Melissa Cruz's eyes.

You're yelling for nothing...

Why are you blaming Carter?

Did you actually take what's in the newspapers seriously?

"Did sir read the newspaper this morning?" she asked the nearby guard.

The guard glanced at her and nodded, "Every day, someone delivers a newspaper to the office."

Melissa Cruz sighed deeply, nodding, and thought for a moment, "The Defense Minister is in a bad mood today, I'll come back next time."

With that, she left, to the surprise of the guards watching her.

She finally felt...

The Pentagon ship, it seems, doesn't hold much hope either.

Just as she left, the door opened, Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller came out looking exhausted. He had restrained Norman Schwartzkopf, and just now this already irritable Defense Minister wanted to take a gun and question Carter as to why he gave Paul and Bramo the 'Imperial Edict.'

He explained many times that it was gossip.

Norman Schwartzkopf had a feeling and said, "There's no smoke without fire, why gossip about him and not others?!"

This really exhausted Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller.

Things were not going well!

When he came out and saw the guard, he was startled, "What are you doing here?"

"Director Melissa Cruz wanted to see the Defense Minister just now, but then she left," the guard added, "right when the Defense Minister was speaking inside."

Calvin Waller frowned and thought for a moment, "Alright, you go ahead, I understand."

The guard nodded and left.

Calvin Waller took out his phone and called Melissa Cruz. She answered after just a few rings.

"Hello!" The female director answered.

"Melia, I heard you came by earlier, why didn't you come in? Oh oh, you had something to do, right, no problem, you go ahead, give me a call anytime if you need anything."

After Calvin Waller ended the call, his face suddenly changed.

Melissa Cruz is definitely hiding something!

It was his intuition...

When he was cheated on in the past, he had the same feeling.

It's all too familiar.

He looked back at the Defense Minister's office and wanted to tell him, but knowing his temper, he might directly confront Melissa Cruz, causing some unpleasant incidents.

After hesitating, he decided to wait and see.

"Headache, headache!"

He was mumbling and rubbing his temples as he walked downstairs. As he turned a corner, he almost collided with the rushing secretary.

"What's happening? Slow down and watch where you're going, you almost bumped into me."

The secretary was a young guy with glasses, panting and out of breath, "Walter Reed National Military Medical Center just called suddenly, Carter... Mr. Carter."

Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller's face suddenly changed. He rushed up, grabbed the secretary's shoulders, and shook him hard.

Is Carter dead again?

The secretary, who was shaken hard, almost threw up, "President Carter is missing! We found signs of construction on the lower floors near the restroom."

"Damn!"

"Missing? How can someone of his size disappear? This almost dying old man, where could he go?"

"Search! Send people to search for him, even if you have to dig three feet into the hospital, find him for me."

Calvin Waller's spit was flying onto the other person's face.

The frightened young secretary looked at the gaping mouth that seemed it could devour him and was about to cry, his glasses fogged up, "Yes, yes!"

After saying that, he turned and ran!

"Things are getting serious!"

...

"The city in the state is roughly settled, soldiers are strong and subordinate, and they are prepared to welcome the monarch, then hold the capital at the palace, use the emperor to command the nobles, hoard soldiers and horses to punish the rebellious, who can resist?"

Victor sat in the garden of the National Palace, holding a book of Strategies of the Warring States, reciting with deep emotion.

Casare beside him was puzzled, not understanding a single word, but that didn't stop him from applauding, "Boss, your Chinese is really good, I think even some professors who specialize in Chinese can't speak as well as you."

"When did you learn Chinese?"

Victor glanced at him, "I know a lot of things. Instead of just focusing on hitting the bottle when you're free, read more books, read more newspapers, eat fewer snacks, and sleep more!"

"???" Casare didn't quite understand but felt it was amazing.

"The greatest thing about history is that what we're experiencing now has happened in the past. If you research carefully, you can find it."

Victor stood up and handed the book over, "You can also take a look at this book. There's Spanish in it too, and I've already had it translated into 'Ayaapaneco,' so everyone will have a copy to read."

Casare inwardly grumbled, feeling that the boss particularly liked recommending high-level readings to others.

He flipped through it a few times, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp at the sight of the words.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, turned his head, and saw Chief Secretary Martin jogging over, his expression a bit solemn.

"Supreme Leader, there's a fight."

"? What fight? Speak clearly."

"El Salvador and Honduras have suddenly started a war again."

"An El Salvador ground force shot at the Honduran border troops under the guise of counter-terrorism."

Upon hearing this, Victor remained calm, as if it was within his expectation.

"War..."

"Is starting to spread!"

...