Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor raised an eyebrow; if someone comes to find him at this hour, it must be something significant.

"Please let him wait in the office next door; Casare, Cuauhtémoc, you two stay here with the gentlemen and talk things over. I have matters to attend to first, I apologize."

The two Americans hurriedly stood up, "No problem, Mr. Leader, you go ahead."

Victor nodded with a smile and left.

After he left, Charles sighed in relief and looked at Casare, "There's no overall issue with the contract, but we need to discuss some minor points further."

Fat Casare squeezed out a smile, "Of course."

Meanwhile, in the adjacent "Office No. 1", Victor met with Augustine Przybylski.

"Leader, a rebellion occurred in Iraq one hour ago; Uday led soldiers to storm Babylon Palace attempting to kill Saddam and Qusay, but the operation failed, and Uday was detained!"

"This information was leaked by one of our core members inside Babylon Palace, reliability is extremely high!"

Upon hearing this, Victor furrowed his brows, "Uday rebelled? Why did he rebel?"

"Supposedly because he felt Qusay had snatched his position."

Hearing this, Victor's breath halted, and his heart pounded; it naturally reminded him of his two sons.

Uday and Qusay, born of the same mother, ended up in such a plight, whereas Bruto and Caesar come from two different mothers. Will it lead to a life-or-death struggle?

The struggle for power has always been brutal!

Even such capable individuals like One Dragon, Two Phoenixes, Three Pigs, and Four Rogues have made serious mistakes when it comes to heir issues, Victor certainly doesn't believe he can make a good choice.

Besides, don't think letting them live peacefully as "wealthy heirs" is enough; being Victor's sons brings exceptional political implications.

Augustine Przybylski noticed the Leader's silence; being naturally sensitive, he understood the underlying meaning of this news.

Unless both born are useless, if both are capable, it will indeed be fascinating.

After almost two minutes passed, Victor finally regained his composure, nodded to Augustine Przybylski, "I understand, is there anything about Iraq's nuclear weapons?"

"No news currently, but we've locked in a missile base in the western Anbar Province of Iraq, about 20 meters underground. We're thinking of ways to approach and obtain information."

Meaning:

Still not sure!

Victor didn't say much, urging him to hurry, and seeing no further instructions from the Leader, Augustine Przybylski left.

Sitting in the chair, Emperor Wei furrowed his brows tightly.

Damn it, why can't I control my lower half?

Now I still have to clean up the mess!

Moment's pleasure back then, now... racking my brain.

Belsaria isn't easy to deal with, and neither is Krista Schroeder; there will be plenty to sort in the future.

Victor kept things to himself, washed his face in the office restroom, and forced himself to pull it together and returned to Office No. 2, where Casare and others were conversing happily.

Seeing him enter, Charles Grassley proactively said, "Mr. Leader, perhaps tomorrow we can announce the 'Peace Terms' in the news."

Victor raised an eyebrow and glanced at Cuauhtémoc, who nodded slightly, indicating the talks were successful.

"Very well, rest assured, buddy, your ideals are definitely fine, we promise to support you!" He happily patted Charles Grassley‌ on the shoulder.

The other party also laughed heartily...

Apologies to Norman Schwarzkopf and Walker, Victor offered too much!

"To our future friendship, cheers." Casare raised his glass, and the few exchanged clinks.

"Cheers!!"

By the time they left the National Palace, it was already around one the next day.

Mexico City was still brightly lit.

Everywhere on the road were armed police and nocturnal pedestrians.

The slightly tipsy Speaker Charles Grassley‌ looked out with dreamy eyes, lost in thought...

"Haven't seen such a scene in a long time, have you?" Admiral Maxwell Therman suddenly asked.

Charles glanced back at him, snorted, and sighed, "The national destiny of the United States has already veered towards Mexico!"

"Humph, veered, it veered long ago; when Clinton was in office, he caused the wrath of heaven and the loss of sanity among the populace..." The old General grumbled, endlessly critiquing the politicians' incompetence.

Charles didn't argue, old folks are like that, once they're tired of talking they'll naturally shut up. Sure enough, seeing no response, Admiral Maxwell Therman reluctantly stopped ranting, just bowed his head, and said bitterly, "America... is no more, we are all sinners."

Sinners?!

Hearing this word, Charles narrowed his brows.

Traitors don't see themselves as traitors, Wang Yidao still thinks he's saving the country.

"Why didn't you think so much when signing the stock contract?" He retorted unceremoniously.

The old General surprisingly wasn't angry, looking at him, "I just wanted a way out."

Afraid of death, just afraid of death...

He speaks high-sounding.

Incompetent!!!

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On August 16th, two news pieces shocked the world.

First, Saddam's eldest son, Uday, rebelled but was suppressed! This news was deliberately disclosed by a member of the Mexican Intelligence Department. According to the insider, Uday was dissatisfied with Saddam's favoritism towards his younger brother, and in a reckless move, under pretenses of his father's name, summoned Qusay to Babylon Palace intending to kill him, but failed, ending up detained.