Working as a police officer in Mexico

Sometimes, you can't help but ask.

After taking office in the United States, what's the first thing you do?

Answer: Cats and dogs ascend to heaven, cattle and horses ascend to stalls, even the lackeys and beasts are royal relatives!

Just like the Texas Republic, when Paul Constantine Stuart came to power, even the second uncle of the nanny's child managed to become an officer in some security regiment.

Hey!

Those who eat royal rice certainly have more face than you sweeping the streets.

In this situation, how can one not be corrupt?

The Mexican disciplinary department once mentioned to dear President Paul that internal capitalists and the corrupt faction should be noted, but he simply didn't listen.

Goodness...

Neighboring Latin America and the Silver Triangle, the Golden March Region, truly have become arms paradises; Russian weapons aren't finished, and American weapons have arrived...

Most of them are coming out of Texas.

Paul Constantine Stuart, like someone whose eyes and ears are covered, lives every day among the banquets, receptions, and "praises" of certain business owners.

On the evening of June 24th, as the U.S. Military advanced from New Mexico towards the plains, after a phone call with the front line, he even graciously made a guest appearance on a midday variety show, holding a microphone confidently and speaking to everyone:

"I will make the Texas Republic great again!"

"I will let everyone understand that choosing me as president is the best decision."

After he finished speaking, the imagined applause didn't come; instead, the people below looked at each other.

Just when Paul Constantine Stuart was feeling a bit awkward.

A loud shout was heard from below, "Good!!!"

Then a middle-aged man stood up and applauded vigorously.

In such a scene-setting atmosphere, the surrounding people reluctantly joined in the applause, but looked at the man as if they were watching a clown.

Paul, very satisfied, glanced at the man, ready to conclude, only to see the man raising his hand to speak; he signaled his bodyguard to hand over the microphone.

The man took it with both hands, his tone still excited, "Dear Mr. Paul, so very, very happy to meet you!"

These words... hit a leader's heart.

He nodded and smiled, "I'm glad too."

"Wait a moment, I have prepared what I want to say."

The middle-aged man took out folded paper from his pocket, with dense writing visible on the back, making Paul feel a bit embarrassed; this person had even made notes to praise him?

"Dear Mr. Paul:

When you wear a custom watch worth $300,000 and desperately urge the citizens to 'tighten their belts and work together through tough times' in front of the camera; when you sign environmental bills while vacationing in a private jet to a seaside villa; when you spent three hours passionately proving that 'Texas independence is the choice of humans and the era' — allow me, on behalf of all American citizens, to express my most sincere astonishment for your extraordinary facial defense system!"

?!?!

President Paul's face stiffened.

And the citizens sitting nearby were stunned too, then cheered immediately.

"We have finally cracked the secret of the evergreen politicians! Turns out the success secret lies in cultivating your facial keratin layer to Kevlar fiber levels. You can recite the Declaration of Independence without changing your expression when questioned by reporters on corruption issues; you can fondly recall your environmentally friendly childhood bicycle rides during oil price surges; you can even proudly announce a midterm election defeat as a 'great victory for democracy.' This talent for materializing the reality distortion field puts Hollywood screenwriters to shame."

Paul's face looked ugly, damn!

Another hater.

This hater is really well-hidden; he hurriedly shouted loudly, "Security, security, don't let him speak!"

The bodyguard next to him was about to come forward but was evaded, the man hurriedly read out the rest, "Thank you for redefining 'double standards': for corporate giants and farmers, tax evasion is called 'reasonable tax planning'; for civilians who underpay by $5, it's 'stealing the nation's future'; the border wall in your words could overnight transform from a 'racist shame' to a 'national security wall'; last year's proposal from your opponent, this year became your original reform plan with a title change. Suggesting to add an Olympic moral gymnastics contest, you will surely take the gold every time."

"You're truly great!"

Saying that, he fished out a stack of bills from his pocket and waved it above his head!

The bills fell like leaves, people nearby instantly started snatching them, the whole hall in chaos and absurdity!

"Catch him, catch him!" Paul Constantine Stuart pointed and shouted.

Not graceful at all.

Brother Lawrence and Minister of Internal Affairs Yude Wallace stood nearby also a bit at a loss, and at that moment, Lawrence suddenly saw a secretary hurrying over from the corner of the stage, looking very flustered...

He walked over, "What's going on?"

The other party whispered a few words in his ear, Lawrence's eyes widened, and he ran towards his brother, grabbing his hand, "Brother, brother, the Hereford's 148th regiment surrendered!!"

"Ah? Ah!? Ah!!!"

Paul Constantine Stuart was stunned, almost like Xiahou Dun staring at Yang Jian—four eyes meeting!

Listening to his brother's words, Paul felt his legs go weak, "Hurry, hurry back, quickly call for Victor's help!"

The commander of Hereford's 148th regiment, Leant Ross, no, Colonel, is really a straight shooter.

The logistics supplies that just came off the plane...

Hey, he sold them to the accompanying merchants, took the money, waiting for the U.S. Military to come knocking.