Working as a police officer in Mexico

Actually, Victor harbors a deep... sense of fear.

The truth is, when he saw that Mexico originally only had over 170 square kilometers of land, he deeply couldn't sleep. Damn it, not even in the top ten, feeling uncomfortable.

The most important thing is, there's not enough strategic depth, don't say this isn't important.

Look at Israel, if it weren't for the Yanks supporting it, do you believe the surrounding people would make it cry out like "Yamade"?

One missile from them blows you to pieces, while your dozen missiles don't even hit a city. That's the gap.

So now, with Mexico dismembering the United States, who's jumping the most joyfully?

The Israelis, of course!

They're clamoring to help the United States return to its ancestral land, shouting nonstop, "Wakakaka, kill-gege," but alas, they can't even fly across the Atlantic and can only shrink in a corner, hoping the giants don't notice them.

Try to act like a quail.

Quite a few political facilitators have already approached Victor, hoping for stability in that Middle Eastern region, hoping he could have everyone show restraint, avoiding further warfare.

It made Victor almost want to laugh.

But naturally, he didn't have to bother with it himself. The little brothers were eager to try.

On October 7, he rarely had a rest, took his wife and kids to the beach. Belsaria seemed to have understood something, her emotions eased a lot, which made Victor very happy.

Wearing big shorts, standing on the beach, holding his son with his left arm and his daughter with his right, gently rubbing his nose against them, making the two little ones giggle endlessly.

Sitting under the sun umbrella in a bikini, Belsaria, wearing sunglasses, watched this scene with a smile.

She still pondered her brother Bramo's words, "Victor does have feelings for you, and your relationship is very solid. What's most important is, you are the one he publicly declared as the First Lady!"

"As long as you do your duty as a wife, what's yours will be yours, don't make a fuss, and don't argue, that woman named Krista Schroeder can't outplay you."

Respond to all changes with constancy.

Belsaria was a smart person, she understood this clearly.

And Victor, too, was particularly clear about his two sons; as they grow, they depend on their own abilities. He couldn't possibly support them to the top. If they're capable, they'll take over, if not, relying on their last names, living as a rich man would be enough for this life.

Moreover, maybe they won't be interested in politics in the future?

Who can say for sure about the future?

After Victor got tired of playing, he returned, gasping, with the kids in his arms. Belsaria gently took them, speaking softly, "Take a break first; don't get too tired."

"Not tired, what's so tiring about holding my own kids?" Victor said, snapping his tongue at them, making the two kids laugh out loud.

But this rare time is always rare.

His close attendant, Rohus Mishi, came running over, standing two meters away with a hesitant look. Victor looked up, handed the children to Belsaria, and sighed, "What's the matter this time? Can't even give me this rare moment? What can't Casare handle?"

Rohus Mishi approached, greeted Belsaria, "Sir, something happened in the United States again. Norman Schwarzkopf's wife and children found our Mexico consulate in Germany seeking political asylum!"

???

"They said they're being chased by a group and hope we can ensure their safety."

Victor sat up straight, "Norman Schwarzkopf's family?"

"Yes, we've confirmed there's no mistake."

"Any other news from The Pentagon?"

"Our informants haven't relayed any information, but it's been at least a month since Norman Schwarzkopf last appeared in public, and now Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller is handling the work."

"Looks like something's happened, call in all from the Intelligence Bureau."

"Yes!"

Rohus Mishi quickly ran off to call people, Victor looked apologetically at Belsaria, who gently patted the daughter's back, "I'll take them for a nap."

"Yes, in the evening, I'll have the chef make your favorite dishes, I'll accompany you then."

Belsaria handed the kids to a nearby maid, gave Victor a kiss, then left. Watching his wife's back, he slowly withdrew his gaze, slightly frowning.

What on earth happened at The Pentagon?!

…

"Strangle you, strangle you!!"

Meanwhile, in the VIP ward of The Pentagon, Trent Taylor was strangling the neck of Norman Schwarzkopf lying on the bed, gnashing his teeth, with the opponent's face turning red and bloated, some... rolling their eyes.

He was very angry!

His aunt and cousin had left the United States completely unnoticed, and even sought Mexico's asylum, without informing him at all. If this isn't betrayal, what is?!

Norman Schwarzkopf's mouth twitched, lips moving slightly.

"Enough!"

At this moment, the door was flung open, and a group of people came rushing in, led prominently by Walker Bush, flanked by Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller, Senate Speaker Charles Grassley, Deputy Commander of Central Command: Admiral Maxwell Therman, and others.

Trent Taylor acted as if he didn't hear, continuing to strangle the person.

Little Bush raised an eyebrow and waved his hand, the two bodyguards behind him rushed up and, without any courtesy, grabbed Trent Taylor's arms, directly pulling him away. He was still struggling, and immediately, there was a crisp slap sound.

The opponent's expression instantly cleared up.

"How about now? Cooled down?" Little Bush looked down at him, as Trent Taylor collapsed on the ground, head bowed, trembling all over.

Little Bush walked around him, went to the hospital bed, and looked at Norman Schwartzkopf, his tone softened, "Old General, how are you? Feeling better?"

"Heh heh..."

The other made a phlegm-like sound from his throat, eyes somewhat bloodshot, "Do you want to be President too? Ha-ha-ha-ha..."

"I just think the United States shouldn't be like this, I want to make America great again!"

"Great? With what? By your family's corruption or your wife's family's degenerate ways?" Norman Schwartzkopf's voice shook, "You're just in it for the power!"

It was not fear he felt, but anger!

He cast his gaze towards Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller and Senate Speaker Charles Grassley, "Are you betraying me too?"

Calvin Waller guiltily averted his gaze. He was the vice-president of the "Golden Knights" and had a good personal rapport with the other side, which made him feel somewhat ashamed.

While Charles Grassley remained calm, "The day you blatantly trampled on Congress with your troops, you were doomed to fail. Some things can't be solved with violence."

"Traitors!"

Little Bush couldn't be bothered to say more, shaking his head, "Rest easy here. Calvin Waller will help you handle the Pentagon's affairs, and the White House will take up America's business again. Don't make it hard for me, Norman."

He turned around elegantly, and as he reached the door, he turned his head, "Oh, right, is this your nephew? Rest assured, from now on he's no longer the Director of the Intelligence Bureau. Do with him as you wish, I dislike this kind of person too."

Trent Taylor suddenly raised his head, astonished and incredulous, and as he saw Little Bush about to leave, he panicked and lunged forward, clutching Little Bush's leg, "Sir! Sir, you're burning your bridges, you promised me, I helped you, you said I would join the Skull and Bones, you said I would be in high positions!"

The bodyguard beside came over and pulled hard on him, but Trent Taylor clung desperately, provoking the bodyguard's anger, who stomped on his head, causing it to bleed profusely.

Little Bush squinted, looking down, "Skull and Bones? Sorry, to keep the blood pure, we never recruit from the lower classes. Do your parents or elders hold any significant position?"

Trent Taylor held his forehead, screaming, "I have contributed to the Skull and Bones for you!!"

"Plenty of people want to contribute to us, you could line up all the way to Asia from here. You're just a dog we keep, how can a dog sit in the position of the Director of the Intelligence Bureau of all America?"

"Your bloodline isn't pure enough."

Norman Schwartzkopf laughed beside him, laughed very heartily, laughed loudly, laughed until he had tears in his eyes, "Such a fool, you actually believe the words of this elite class?"

Weakling!

Trent Taylor was still shouting, "I shed blood for the organization!! Little Bush, I curse you, curse you to have a worse death than your father, I curse your entire family to have no place of burial, I curse you!!!"

He cursed like a madman.

The departing Little Bush paused for a moment, Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller showed a glimmer of hesitation in his eyes but finally sighed.

"Handle him properly, take good care of it."

The bodyguard shuddered, lowered his head and acknowledged, and after everyone left, the two men grabbed Trent Taylor and dragged him away.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!!"

"Uncle, Uncle save me, Uncle save me!!"

Trent Taylor shouted in terror.

Norman Schwartzkopf lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but tears still slipped from the corners of his eyes.

As he was dragged away, Trent Taylor still called towards the doctor's office, but at this moment, who dared to come out, all were trembling inside.

The bodyguard dragged Taylor into the toilet, opened the toilet lid, stuffed the hole with a towel, then turned on the water. After the water was high enough, they shoved his head into the toilet!

"Glug glug glug..."

He struggled desperately, but the bodyguard who had done this for a long time was ruthless, pressing down firmly, even if his arm was scratched to bleeding, he remained calm.

Gradually...

He stopped struggling.

When they let go, the body slid off.

The two men opened the window, threw Trent Taylor out, bang—

He smashed onto the ground, broken and bloody!

"Let's go."

After exchanging a glance, the two left.

That afternoon, the Washington Post published news of Trent Taylor's death from falling off a building.

Meanwhile, the White House announced that Norman Schwartzkopf would be relieved of his Defense Minister duties due to health reasons, with Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller succeeding him.

And equally...

It was announced that new elections would be held this year!

The two major parties would compete for a new leader by the end of the year.

This series of changes was too fast, leaving some dumbfounded.

But everyone knew, within this...

There was definitely something shady!

...