Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Fire! Fire!"

In the camera...

On the border between Salvador and Honduras.

Armed forces recklessly shot at the "crowd" fleeing for their lives.

Crying and screaming were everywhere.

A little girl with braided hair stood by a corpse, crying bitterly. She wore a floral dress, her mother must have loved her very much, her face was covered in blood, and her eyes showed terror.

"This is a massacre, a genocide against civilians!" the Honduran representative stood up and roared loudly, his face flushed, shouting at the people around him, "What wrong did they do? Why are they lying dead in the wilderness? If you're a man, stand up and face them one-on-one instead of hiding behind and shooting at the old, the weak, women, and children."

The Salvadoran representative was sweating profusely, stammering.

Because he couldn't understand why the idiots back home were thinking this way. Weren't they fighting drug traffickers and gangs?

Why suddenly start shooting at their neighboring country?

Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

"We strongly demand regional stability and peace, especially since we suspect that Mexico played a very important role in this."

"We request the United Nations to intervene and investigate!"

When the Honduran representative finished speaking, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

United Nations Commissioner Joachim Ribbentrop and his deputy Arthur Zimmerman both raised their heads to look at him, then glanced at each other and smiled, interesting, very interesting.

"Mexico has done a very poor job regarding local security and stability, practically provoking everywhere and starting wars, this is not responsible behavior."

"Bombing Medellin, sending troops to Belize, these are naked invasions even now, and Salvador could only attack its neighbors because of its help."

The Honduras representative almost straightforwardly said, Mexico was a tumor.

In a speech lasting over ten minutes, Mexico was criticized for seven or eight minutes...

After sitting down, his chest was still heaving rapidly, as if he were about to explode with anger.

"Sir, aren't we going to say a few words?" the staff behind the Salvadoran representative asked in a low voice.

"Heh heh, no need to rush, we should just sit back and enjoy the spectacle, look, a Mexican is raising their hand."

Secretary-General Boutros Gali saw Mexican Deputy Leader Arthur Zimmerman raise his hand, and his face showed helplessness, glancing at the Honduran representative, wondering why he was so quick to provoke him?

But with someone raising their hand, you can't pretend not to see it, so he could only pinching his nose and gesture with his hand.

Joachim Ribbentrop sat up straight, adjusted the microphone, "Thank you, Secretary-General."

"We find the criticism from Honduras unbelievable. As we all know, Mexico is an important stabilizing force in the Latin American region. We advocate mutual respect and equality, while Honduras criticizes us indiscriminately, pointing fingers and raging. Who gives you the authority, who gives you the capability? You should start with introspection and see if you have the credentials to make Mexico take a side!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, if Mexico wanted to dominate Latin America, to put it bluntly, no one could stop it. The United States can't protect itself, Canada is vulnerable, Brazil is Mexico's ally in the Ren Lian. Then who else? Honduras?"

"Relying on that United States? In 1910, an American company funded mercenaries to launch a coup and overthrow the Honduran government to protect economic interests. In the 1980s, Honduras became an outpost base for the U.S. in counteracting the left-wing regime in Nicaragua. The U.S. trained the Salvadoran military and supported armed rebels there. Who exactly is destroying regional peace with these actions?"

"Sotocano Air Force Base has even become a drug trafficking base in Central America, you think I don't know? If I were to help Salvador, the war situation wouldn't look like this, your President's head should now be crushed along with those drug traffickers."

Joachim Ribbentrop snorted twice, speaking too candidly, causing the Honduran representative's face to turn ashen.

"If you want to be dogs for American drug traffickers, stand ready, and wait for us to clear you out. If you want to be human, go back and shut down those American bases. You must know, fighting against drugs has always been a wish of Supreme Leader Victor and the 200 million people of Mexico. No one, no force can stop us."

"Before interfering with Mexico, please first think about how the United States is doing."

In the hall, only his voice remained.

"Bravo!"

The number one partner, the Cubans, applauded heartily.

"We have never invaded or eliminated any country. As long as you combat drugs, we can even fund you to build your railways, healthcare. Peace has always been what humans desire, but before peace, our weapons prevent those who refuse to believe in us from speaking."

"Thank you!"

Joachim Ribbentrop coldly turned the microphone aside, staring directly at the Hondurans.

"Shall we block him after the meeting?" his deputy Arthur Zimmerman asked quietly from behind.

The Japanese sitting nearby shivered.

Their head, already bowed, was lowered even more, but the fingers holding the pen in his hand creaked.

Thug!

Scoundrel!

Mafia!

Bakayarou!

"Blocking him in the restroom and giving a beating? Too low. We should be pointing at his nose and scolding the Americans. Look, that American representative's head is almost buried in his pants." Joachim Ribbentrop pointed at the distant American representative and couldn't help but laugh.