Working as a police officer in Mexico

California, Santa Clara.

This should be the core area of Silicon Valley.

Here you can see many world-renowned industries.

Like HP, Qualcomm, Oracle, and so on—a typical "financial center." If the industry here collapses, the world would shake thrice.

But after Mexico suddenly attacked California, this place has been more frantic day by day.

San Diego is only over 600 kilometers from Santa Clara. What does that mean? Fighter jets can fly there in less than 30 minutes; medium-range missiles are just a matter of one shot, under full coverage.

Can these big capitalists not be anxious?

The first to be unable to restrain themselves was Intel, which had long been flirting with Mexico.

"Make me a cup of coffee, please."

Victor walked into the room next to the command center and politely said to the secretary.

"Do you need sugar, sir?"

"One spoonful."

Victor is kind to these secretaries around him, but if any minister makes a mistake, he blasts them with a hairdryer-like spray so harshly that they dare not raise their heads.

History has fully illustrated one point: when a person gets angry, blood spills within five steps.

How did Northern Qi Emperor Gao Cheng die?

Wasn't he killed by his own chef?

Victor glanced at his watch, feeling the timing was right, and let Casare bring the phone over, "Hello, Mr. Gordon, good evening."

"Good evening, Victor... Supreme Leader." The head scientist and founder of Intel, Gordon Moore, was in his office and took off his glasses, looking at the moon outside the window, his eyes murky, his tone calm, "The moon is really round tonight."

Victor almost laughed on the other end.

You're faking it, aren't you?

Intel's stocks are frigging exploding!

You ought to say the moon is red, just like your stocks. (In the U.S., red stocks are declining.)

You're acting so composed, leaving me with no "pressure" at all, so he was very straightforward and candid, "Did you call me just to say this? Then I'm sorry, I need to go back to work. My Chief of Staff suggested just hitting the main target, marching into San Francisco; maybe soon, we'll meet."

Gordon Moore furrowed his eyebrows hard, although he knew the other party was pulling his leg; how could such a thing be openly stated like that?

But he also understood Victor's point, which was none other than to say:

Me coming myself and you coming yourself are two different things!

Of course, Intel can go to Europe, and European countries welcome them; but do you think that bunch of bandits are good people? They'll chew you up to the bone.

Gordon Moore might be walking down a Paris street and a black guy could jump out and stab him.

Victor is overbearing, but when it comes to reputation, he's decent.

Look at Angel Urenia and Richie Miller; the latter is the Deputy Director of the Mexican Special Police Academy and Director of the Police Action Bureau; this is real power!

Far more "awesome" than a Special Service Director.

Throw in with Victor, and suddenly the world feels wide open.

"I'd like to discuss with you the specifics of relocating Intel's headquarters to Belize."

"You," this form of address appears.

The other party was very frank in saying it; we must say, his mental preparation is quite smooth.

"No problem, but I think Belize's vast territory is more suitable to become a second Silicon Valley, don't you think?"

Gordon Moore fell silent for a moment, "I'm not sure if I can convince other companies."

"Mexico and Ren Lian will invest over 200 billion Riyal in Belize in the next five years to expand the airport, port terminals, and provide subsidies to local companies; we want to turn it into an economic special zone. As long as you can bring in fifteen companies, the position of the first district governor will be yours."

Don't talk too much to capitalists...

Just use money to smash!

Due to civil war, American companies almost suffered a waist-high blow, like Intel's market value in 1992 was still 160 billion US Dollar, but now only 70 billion remains, and due to the war, foreign investors withdrew due to political and economic instability, leading to decreased domestic currency demand, and a decline in exchange rates. The US Dollar exchange rate continues to drop.

Now the ratio with the Mexican Riyal is: 1.3:1!

Almost equal.

Can these people not be anxious?

Of course, it's not to say civil war will lead to financial collapse; the United States can still carry on, but the capitalists can't withstand it.

Money...

My money!

Gordon Moore's spirits lifted, "I'll do my best."

"Looking forward to your good news."

Beep beep beep—

Listening to the busy signal inside, the now 63-year-old Gordon Moore felt tired. He picked up a cigarette; he hadn't smoked in a long time, and now he's feeling lost.

"United States… how did it become so lax?!"

And Victor, who hung up the phone, spread his hands to Casare, "See, surrenderism is rampant in the United States too. As long as they can earn one US Dollar, they lack the determination to go all out and fight to the death."

"Capitalism always has its brutality and its weakness."

"Boss, are we really going to give the first district governor position of the Belize economic special zone to him?" Casare directly asked, "Yanks can't be trusted."

"Once they're on our turf, whether it's round or flat, isn't it up to us? If he's sensible, we all earn money together, which can increase our employment rate and foster technological innovation. But if he's not sensible..."

Victor chuckled twice, "We'll show him what an iron fist of autocracy means!"

"Tell Goring, Belize absolutely mustn't have any incidents. Social order must be well managed, clean up the place, and welcome new guests."