Working as a police officer in Mexico

Looking over, sure enough…

The previously arrogant United States representative now had his head down, his expression somewhat grim.

"I think he's a bit overwhelmed, will there be a fight over our proposal later?"

"A fight?"

Joachim Ribbentrop snorted, "If I don't break his ribs today, I'll write my name backwards."

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, "Everyone!"

This action, to be honest, showed great disregard for United Nations' protocol.

But there's really no other way...

You know, France is really struggling, especially in late April, when two Rafale fighter jets flew over Haiti. They were still reluctant to give up on this place, but who knew the drug traffickers below mistook them for Mexicans and shot them down directly!

It left Dassault Company's big shots completely bewildered.

Since the first flight in 1986, this was the first time they were shot down, but this was too disgraceful, wasn't it? Not shot down by fighter jets, but targeted by man-portable surface-to-air rocket launchers…

Do the French really have the face to speak now?

The Russians are still licking their wounds.

The British wanted to speak, but Mexico didn't pay them any mind, whereas the other rabbit…

Was picking his nails, looking flushed, bowel movements smooth; Mexico has given him plenty of technical support in terms of weapons and equipment, so of course, he wouldn't jump out to oppose.

Like the Phoenix Karah Eagle (Mexico), neither the rabbit nor the eagle had any wild ambition like the United States, the world is big enough to accommodate everyone.

The United States, with its hegemonic approach, is bound to take a beating.

If you don't even give people a mouthful of soup, not even NATO will be pleased.

Joachim Ribbentrop: "I propose to admit the Texas Republic and the Illinois Republic as new members of the United Nations."

Upon hearing this!

The room was in an uproar!

The Yankees pretending to be meek couldn't keep up the act, and immediately lifted their head, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!! You're trying to split the United States!!!"

"Texas and Illinois have their own laws, land, and personalities. We respect their choice."

"No!"

"I will not allow it!!"

Joachim Ribbentrop glanced at him disdainfully, "Mr. El, if a loud voice was effective, you should have The Pentagon reclaim the land, rather than shouting at me here, mine is just a proposal."

"I think you have ulterior motives, you want to destroy the United States, then Mexico can dominate North America alone, right? This is hegemonism!"

"You are being undemocratic." Joachim Ribbentrop took a deep breath, twitching his mouth, he uttered words especially favored by Americans.

???

The surrounding people were dumbfounded, who on earth is bullying whom?

Seeing the two groups start with verbal clashes again, closing in on each other's positions, Secretary-General Boutros Gali was really exhausted during his tenure, Mexico as a rogue engaged in beating others no less than ten times.

Though many times the others struck first.

Yet not once did Mexico suffer a loss, even having soup made from broken ribs; outside media and public see Boutros Gali as the most failed Secretary-General, but there's really no choice, those present here…

Who could he afford to offend?

The United Nations…

Is merely a toy for strong nations, Mexico is just the protruding needle in this bag.

"Meeting adjourned, meeting adjourned!"

Seeing that a fight was about to erupt, he hurriedly struck with the gavel, loudly calling for the guards to enter.

Inside the United Nations hall.

Chaotic, an utter mess!

This time, the Americans truly lost their minds, if Texas and Illinois were truly let in, North America itself…not to mention the dozens of countries, where would this leave the United States' face?!

No possibility of compromise.

The news was first published on May 20th in a Brazilian newspaper, then rapidly spread worldwide.

The Pentagon's news office: "Mexico should pay heed to its actions, such disappointing behavior is irresponsible, we hope Mexico will behave!"

Why does this sound so awkward?

A bandit telling another not to go too far.

What's wrong, afraid of being violated?

Norman Schwartzkopf was reasonable, but the rednecks of California were not friendly.

That night, hundreds of rednecks gathered and surrounded the "Mexican Command in San Diego," shining strong lights and colored flashlights at the windows and guards.

The police didn't interfere, even standing at a distance pointing and discussing.

"Shine lights at them!" Commander Louis Franche Despeyre shouted while standing on the rooftop, but the soldiers beside him flinched, stood dumbfounded, pulled back the heavy machine gun bolt on the roof, and the crisp sound of bullets being loaded left the Commander dumbfounded.

"I said use strong lights, don't shoot, don't shoot!" He shouted hastily, fearing his subordinates would start firing the heavy machine guns recklessly,

The soldiers snickered awkwardly…

The young soldiers longed to establish achievements.

But if those ranks above restrained, would those Yanks below restrain?

As everyone knows, extreme rednecks, Indians, and South Koreans are considered the three major masculinity groups globally, one hard, one pulling, one bending over smiling.

They threw homemade incendiary bombs at the command building.

"Rush in! Push them out, America should be free!" Not sure who hid inside and shouted, and a group of hyped-up rednecks pushed hard against the door, knocking it down, and rushed into the command headquarters with fervor.

The police outside panicked...

Damn…

Are you really this capable?

Sloganeering was fine, but taking actual action?

"Quick, call for support!" said the scene officer, smoking a cigarette, upon witnessing the scene, nervously spoke, the young policeman next to him heard it, panicking a bit, hurriedly opened the door, just pulled out the radio to call for help.

Then heard…

Ratatatat—ratatatatatatatat!!

"Get down! Get down!" The officer pulled him to the ground.

"They've opened fire?! The Mexicans have opened fire!"

The rooftop heavy machine gun began sweeping, looking down from above as if hunting dogs, a soldier with one foot on the wall, hand clutched the trigger, began sweeping below.

Within two minutes.

Over a hundred rednecks below lay in a pool of blood, limbs and body parts flew everywhere…

Commander Louis Franche Despeyre's face was grave, "Call Mexico City to report this incident, and tell our partners if they want to retreat, they can leave promptly."

The lieutenant beside him clearly understood this was causing a major stir.

California State would not rest on it quietly.

And in this San Diego Military Base, besides Mexicans, there are Cubans and East University; of course, publicly announced are all "Mexican" individuals.

Ten minutes later, an infantry battalion stationed in San Diego rapidly approached the command building, surrounding it.

Smelling the blood in the air.

Major Calvin Martin's eye twitched, the deputy beside him was repeating OMG.

"Commander, give the order, raid it, this is simply unbearable bullying."

"What about the consequences?"

The deputy was surprised: "What?"

"If it triggers a large-scale war, who will be responsible? If we raid them, a Mexican army is stationed across the Rio Grande, only less than 15 kilometers from San Diego. Can you defeat them?"

"Just let them bully us like this?" The deputy protested.

"All for the greater good." Major Calvin Martin closed his eyes and said.

…

California Governor Aeguputos Ruiz rushed into his office.

"What's going on!"

"A group surrounded the Mexican Command in San Diego, Mexicans fired, over a hundred people were killed." His subordinate quickly replied.

"Get me in contact with Victor. I want to seriously ask him, how he managed his subordinates! Damn it, what's he doing." Aeguputos Ruiz said angrily.

Do you want to question Mexico?

Yes, definitely need to get a response from them.

If you don't give me a response, is California just Florida?

The staff perked up, "Yes!"

Ten minutes later, the subordinate ran in and said the call was ready.

"All of you get out." Aeguputos Ruiz waved them off.

He was alone in the office.

He took a deep breath, his facial muscles began to twitch, changing expressions like turning over a face, even his smile showed traces of flattery.

"Mr. Victor, good evening, hahaha, have you eaten? Uh, I mean supper, hahaha."

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