Working as a police officer in Mexico

Lucas Grassley walked quickly behind, unable to resist looking up at the fat man in front of him. He felt extremely tense!

He was being used as the "vanguard" by his older brother, and he felt quite uneasy about it.

"Are you nervous?"

Casare, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at him, with a smile that seemed there but wasn't, looking somewhat creepy like a puppet from Puppet Horror.

"No...no, I just feel a bit hot, hahaha." Lucas Grassley laughed awkwardly.

How could he not be nervous?

He was about to meet none other than Victor, known by nicknames such as "North American Tyrant," "Son of God," and "American Destroyer"!!!

These were names given by those who were friendly or neutral; those unfriendly would refer to him with titles like tyrant, oppressor, or scourge, which had a "unique status" in history.

Casare nodded with a fake smile, "Let's go, don't keep the Supreme Leader waiting too long."

Thud thud thud—

The entire hallway seemed to echo only the footsteps of the two, but Lucas Grassley always felt as if there were pairs of eyes staring at him from the darkness.

Knock knock knock~

Casare knocked on the door.

"Come in."

As the door was pushed open, Lucas Grassley swallowed nervously and braced himself to walk in. He immediately saw Victor seated at the desk, and his first impression was...

Very ordinary...

His second impression, so this is the King of Mexico!

The filter was automatically applied.

Involuntarily, Lucas Grassley's waist slumped, and he wore a sycophantic smile...

"Supreme Leader, he's here," Casare said.

Victor got up from his chair, smiling broadly, walked over, and extended his hand, "Mr. Lucas, hello, welcome to Mexico."

"Thank you! Thank you!" The other hurriedly extended both hands.

Subconsciously, he placed himself in an inferior position.

Victor was quite satisfied with this guy's tact, exchanged a glance with Casare, both of their eyes held a hint of amusement.

"Sit, sit, sit, would you like something to drink?"

Victor's "gentleness" made Lucas relax a bit, but he still sat on only half of the sofa, "No, no."

"Get our guest a cup of coffee."

Casare acknowledged and left the room, leaving only the two of them in the office, which made Lucas even more uneasy.

"I heard from my partner that you are here on your brother's behalf. Is there something you need?" Victor tossed him a cigarette and asked.

Lucas Grassley nodded, straightforwardly, "My brother wants to join the Mexico People's Party!"

????

Victor paused with the cigarette in his mouth, looked at the other in surprise and laughed, took the cigarette out, and held it in his hand, "Lucas, you should understand what you're saying."

Perhaps seeing that the other's tone was gentle and didn't seem threatening, Lucas Grassley gained courage, "Yes, of course! I believe the Mexico People's Party is saving the world, and we hope to contribute to this cause."

Impressive!

You're really joining in on this!

Victor frowned, rendered speechless by the statement, unsure how to respond even though he had seen many situations.

Lucas Grassley gritted his teeth, "We also have some very secret information that can be shared with you."

"Please do."

"Little Bush approached my brother, hoping he could help them overthrow Norman Schwarzkopf, and he promised my brother he would support him to become a one-term President."

Victor suddenly understood!

Now he realized who was plotting against Norman Schwarzkopf, it turned out to be Little Bush, no wonder...

That bastard, damn!

Learning from his father, always doing stupid things, involving even the children, causing this "Witchcraft Disaster," removing his "trusted" aides, meaning many around him had already defected to Little Bush!

Thinking this way, everything made sense!

Seeing Victor's expression change, Lucas Grassley also felt uneasy, "Besides, the defection of the US Airborne 82nd Division also involved Little Bush and the Skull and Bones Society behind him, they want to act as Saviors. That's what my brother said, they are gambling with the United States, turning it into a playground for a few families!"

"Skull and Bones..."

Victor murmured, glanced at Lucas, and straightened slightly, "That's interesting. Mr. Charles is an elite in the US; since they extended such attractive offers to recruit him, why join the Mexico People's Party?"

"Because he believes Mexico is the Savior of the world..."

Victor impatiently waved his hand, "No need for empty words, be realistic, what does he want."

Lucas Grassley's face changed, hesitated for a moment but still spoke, "He hopes that after ascending to the position of President of the United States with the help of Skull and Bones, Mexico will help him stay there forever!"

Well...

That's his true aim.

Clearly Charles Grassley distinguishes between serving one term and a lifetime.

So this was his grand scheme.

Victor suddenly realized, and didn't feel displeased. When someone comes, they're definitely seeking benefits, there's no such thing as free offers.

It's like when you get those "meet-up" invites on chat sites, it's either for your money or your life, there's always some catch.