Working as a police officer in Mexico

Fat Casare looked at the few options above...

He didn't even know how to describe them.

The other three places are like a dung beetle meeting a lazy toad—an equal match, so if you don't choose Mexico from this, where else would you choose?

But Casare had to give a thumbs-up in praise.

Everyone has good vision.

Victor was in a good mood, "I plan to award Barney Ross the Diamond Double Sword Gold Oak Leaf Knight Iron Cross Medal and the 'Hero of Mexico' honorary title. What do you think?"

Casare was taken aback, his eyes full of envy.

That is an honorary title; until now, not many in the entire army have received it.

"I think it's possible, and aren't the Yanks coming to negotiate the day after tomorrow? We can choose to award him then, which could create a wave of excitement and boost confidence at home."

Victor smiled, pointing at him with his fingers, "Thoughtful, very thoughtful."

"Have you listed the negotiation requirements?"

"Yes, we have, and I was just about to bring them to you to take a look. I'll go get them."

Casare ran out of the office, and only in front of Victor would he sometimes appear very "lively," the most serious being Goebbels, meticulous, and sometimes not even smiling, making one wonder if he was an alien.

About three or four minutes later, someone knocked at the door.

Victor thought it was Casare, but when he looked up, he was surprised to see the Director of Mexico Counterintelligence General Bureau: Jeff Bennett, who looked rather serious at the moment.

"Supreme Leader."

"Jeff, did something happen?" Victor lifted his head, looking at his expression, and asked with a flutter of his eyelashes.

"Norman Schwartzkopf, an hour ago, dispatched the army to suppress the FBI and announced the permanent dissolution of the CIA. Additionally, the new Director of the FBI, Trent Taylor, will also serve as the Director of the United States National Security Bureau, fully responsible for intelligence work."

"Has Norman Schwartzkopf gone mad?"

Victor raised an eyebrow, evaluating his opponent, such enormous power, huh!

That's the United States National Security Bureau, monitoring and eavesdropping on the entire world, much more powerful than the CIA and FBI to some extent. You suddenly change leadership; there must be turbulence within.

"Trent Taylor is the nephew of Norman's wife, Brenda Hersinger, and was also once his Guard Captain."

No wonder!

"According to our informants in the White House, the sudden change of leadership was because Norman Schwartzkopf was bewitched!"

"????"

This made Victor laugh, "Bewitched? How hilarious! All fears are due to insufficient firepower."

Haunted?

I'll use a 150mm howitzer to blow up your grave and see what haunting you can do!

He's brought the Witchcraft Disaster upon himself, hasn't he?

But Jeff Bennett looked very serious, his eyes deep, "He said he dreamed of Reagan, whom we bombed to death, who held his hand and said he was an American criminal, and his entire family would lose their lives!"

"Then, when he woke up the next day, he found an owl's head on his bedside!"

"But after checking the surveillance, there was nothing, as if it appeared out of thin air."

Victor's big front teeth slowly retracted...

But he still didn't believe in these ghost and god tales, too fake.

"Do you believe it too?"

Jeff Bennett shook his head, "Of course not, I don't believe such tricks. I believe more that someone wants to harm him. According to our analysis, it should be the Skull and Bones preparing to act!"

"Is there any news from the Skull and Bones..."

"The hierarchy there is too strict and rigorous, and our people haven't infiltrated, but we think there's one person who can definitely get some news from within."

"Who?" Victor asked curiously.

"Ethan Hunt, the Hydra's second-in-command!"

Jeff Bennett's eyes glowed, "According to our information, he has two mistresses who are the mistresses of U.S. Chief Justice Casimo Jeffries, and another one is the mother of the previous President Clinton's wife, Diane Rodham, Dorothy Rodham!"

Victor's mouth fell open...

Shocked!

Couldn't believe it!

Didn't know what to say!

This guy is really impressive, slept with the wife of the U.S. Military Commander stationed in Germany while in Germany, and with a lot of high-society ladies in North America. Now that he's out, he's even bolder,

"How old is Dorothy Rodham?"

"74!"

"Don't joke." Victor waved his hand, laughing.

Jeff Bennett, however, looked at him earnestly.

Emperor's expression instantly turned dark, gritting his teeth, "Get me Ethan Hunt on the phone! I want to ask him if he's out of his mind with lust!"

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